ID number 019

Chen Yang swung his crutch violently, and the woman was smashed to the wall next to the stairs. After a deafening "bang", she got up and rushed towards him again.

There is no general pain.

Chen Yang's cell phone fell to the lobby on the first floor during the confrontation, and the beam of the flashlight pointed straight up, dragging the entire corridor into a faint halo.

Chen Yang stood on the stairs, the space was cramped and dangerous, he couldn't stretch his arms and legs, so he had to run downstairs.

At the same time, the crutches were thrown back against the bitter wind.

Missed.

Chen Yang had a bad feeling, and before he could react, there was a sharp pain in his back, the flesh was torn, and blood was dripping.

The moment he turned around, he was thrown to the ground, and the woman on top of him was terrifyingly powerful, like four or five adult men with strong skills.

Hold.

The back was wet, there was a lot of blood, and the wound was bursting. Chen Yang tensed his cheeks, desperately pressing the crutch against the woman's throat.

There were blue veins bulging on the back of his hand, and his knuckles were raised high, as if to pierce the layer of skin.

The woman doesn't seem to have a human way of thinking, she doesn't know how to hide from pain, and she doesn't know how to fight tactics. Even though her throat is about to rupture, she still stares with blood-red eyes. Hands stretched out like zombies.

It's like kids fighting.

The woman wanted to grab the young man in front of her and bring him to her mouth to bite him to death.

Single minded and scary.

Chen Yang's hands gripping the cane were sweaty, and his fingers were slippery, and he would be unstable at any time.

Because of the excessive force, his entire face and neck were a little congested.

Chen Yang remembered that on the first night when he came here, the woman scratched the back of Qian Han's hand. The wounds were not serious, and they were not at the same level as those on his back.

how now...

It's over, Chen Yang's fingers slipped on the crutches, the woman pressed over, and the extremely smelly breath rushed into his nostrils, and the ten dirty black twisted fingers were only half an inch away from him.

Can't go on like this, we have to find a way to change the situation, the back injury made Chen Yang a little drowsy, he bit the tip of his tongue hard to wake himself up.

The lower body was so crushed that I couldn't lift my legs, so I could only move my upper body.

Chen Yang didn't hesitate, he let go of his right hand holding the cane, and the force against the woman's throat was instantly reduced by half.

The woman showed the excitement of a child winning a fight. The moment her two hands came together, Chen Yang's right elbow hit her temple hard.

It was extremely violent.

The hands pinching Chen Yang's neck froze for a second, and he took the opportunity to jump away, leaning against the wall with his bloody back, his left hand holding the cane was numb and trembling.

The woman didn't attack immediately, she stared straight at the place where Chen Yang had been lying, there was a puddle of blood there.

Chen Yang thought that she would lie down and lick it, but he didn't expect that she seemed to see something dirty, and she stomped and crushed it crazily, with a look of madness.

This woman had been hurt by a young man, and she was extremely disgusted. Chen Yang wiped off the sweat from his hands and gripped his crutches tightly. She was a lunatic or a monster, and he couldn't confront her head-on.

Chen Yang took a few deep breaths, his brain was running fast, he froze in one place from the corner of his eyes, and asked in a friendly tone: "Is that your child at the top of the stairs?"

The woman's movement of crushing the blood suddenly stopped lightly.

Chen Yang held back the beating of his heart that wanted to speed up, and said with praise: "The eyes are big and beautiful."

The woman slowly raised her head, staring at Chen Yang with blood-red eyes.

"It must be cute when you smile." Chen Yang didn't dodge or attack, he showed a sincere and gentle expression.

The woman stared at Chen Yang for about ten seconds, she lowered her eyes and went upstairs step by step, stopping at the stairs, with two deformed arms hanging by her side, her ugly face approached, and gently kissed those two eyeballs, Cover it with your hands.

"Ugh..."

It was raining heavily outside the inn, and inside the inn was the mournful cry of a woman.

Chen Yang picked up the red umbrella and went downstairs to pick up his mobile phone. He endured the injury on his back, and when he was about to go to the second floor, the curtain leading to the back door of the inn was lifted, and a figure walked in.

The person who came was Miss Qiao who had disappeared during the day. She met Chen Yang face to face, and both of them smelled strongly of blood.

Like two soldiers who just came down from the battlefield.

A piece of fabric on Miss Qiao's shoulder was torn, revealing shocking blood scratches, and there were several wounds on her neck that had stopped bleeding, as if they had been dug out by nails.

There was a ferocious bloodstain on her left eye, and her charming face was disfigured.

Chen Yang looked Miss Qiao over: "How did you do it?"

The red umbrella in Miss Qiao's hand tilted, and the top of the umbrella poked towards the second floor.

Chen Yang gasped. He had learned from Chao Jian that Miss Qiao's skills were better than his, but she was injured like this by a lunatic.It was a wise decision for him to use the two eyeballs on the stairs to divert the madwoman's attention.

"Didn't she only attack young men?" Chen Yang noticed something was wrong, "Why is she so aggressive towards women?"

Miss Qiao put away the umbrella: "I robbed her."

Chen Yang felt a trace of blood dripping from his back to his groin, it was a little itchy, he rubbed it with the back of his hand, and accidentally touched the muscles at the wound site, causing him to "hiss" in pain.

Miss Qiao went around and looked behind Chen Yang: "Your back is so beautiful." She added, "The waist is also good."

"It's a pity." Miss Qiao sighed.

Chen Yang's face twitched, this woman didn't mention his injury, nor did she ask where the little red umbrella in his hand came from, her focus was bizarre.

The crying at the top of the stairs continued, and the fish kept coming down.

Ms. Qiao sat down in the lobby, and she lazily revealed her whereabouts before Chen Yang could organize her questions.

Ms. Qiao has her own accent when she speaks. Serious things are as flirtatious. The ending of each word is like a small hook. She explained in detail, from the rain last night to the return to the inn just now. All the things that happened were spread out in front of Chen Yang.

After Chen Yang finished listening, his mind was filled with questions, he jumped up and down in disorder, he would throw out whichever question jumped the highest.

"I went to the second floor with everyone in the morning. Those rooms were all empty. I didn't see a lot of blood on the bed, and there was no birth date. I only saw cobwebs and dust."

"Perhaps the second floor during the day and the second floor at night are two different spaces." Ms. Qiao rested her chin on one hand, "Maybe if you go up now, you can meet the widow Zhou who gnawed on the corpse."

Chen Yang walked upstairs without saying a word.

Ms. Qiao glanced at the wound on the young man's back. It was about [-] to [-] centimeters. The flesh rolled and the blood flowed continuously. As he walked, the blood dripped from the hem of his clothes.

The willpower is really strong. Miss Qiao watched the young man go upstairs and then watched him go downstairs.

Ms. Qiao saw the answer from the young man's face, and her eyes were red because of exhaustion: "The situation on the second floor is still the same as what you saw this morning?"

Chen Yang nodded.

The lunatic at the stairs didn't cry or move. She seemed to be in standby mode. He searched all the rooms unimpeded, but didn't see the scene Miss Qiao described.

The abnormal timing reminded him that this town was heading towards an irreversible situation.

It may also be homing, and it is returning to its original point.

Miss Qiao tapped on the table, the red paint on her nails intact.

Chen Yang told Ms. Qiao about the progress of last night and the day, and he gave the other party time to sort out, before asking: "What did you steal from the lunatic?"

Miss Qiao stopped knocking on the table: "Good stuff."

Chen Yang asked again what it was.

Miss Qiao came close to his ear and blew: "Kiss me, and I'll show you."

Chen Yang: "..."

This woman didn't bring a small purse, she only had two pockets on her body, so the things she robbed shouldn't be big.

Miss Qiao let Chen Yang sweep her all over her body. She dipped her finger in the blood on his back and scratched his face. It was obviously a frivolous and abrupt action, but it gave people an illusion of intimacy and warmth.

"It's just me and you here, and no one else will know if you kiss me."

Chen Yang was speechless: "Molestation also depends on the occasion."

Miss Qiao looked at him with interest: "Then when can I tease you?"

Chen Yang threw out his trump card: "I can't at any time, I'm gay."

"Oh?" Miss Qiao laughed, "You can't get a woman either?"

In order to get it done once and for all, Chen Yang nodded without blushing.

"That's a pity." Miss Qiao's ambiguous smile faded, and she said lazily, "Let's go, let's go to the second floor."

Chen Yang squinted his eyes. This woman seemed to do whatever she wanted, but she actually had her own rhythm. She was good at and liked to mobilize other people's emotions.

Ms. Qiao walked to the second floor, followed by Chen Yang. The injury on his back needed to be treated, but the position was not easy to bandage, so he had to pass under the creaking nest. Later, he went back to the room and asked Chao Jian to help him fix it.

"Are you troubled by love?" The woman walking in front suddenly asked.

Chen Yang was taken aback: "No."

Ms. Qiao laughed lightly, and said without turning her head: "That's weird. The female ghosts in the small attic were hurt by love, and those who can enter the illusion are people with sincere love and deep obsession."

Chen Yang didn't hear clearly: "Miss Qiao, what did you say?"

"Ah, it's nothing." Miss Qiao pressed her shoulder injury, moved her arm joints a few times, her tone was a little irritable, "I'm addicted to smoking."

At the stairway, the lunatic covered her eyes and hummed.

As soon as Ms. Qiao came up, the madwoman's condition was no longer good. She looked like a wild cat with fried hair, and the hairs on her entire back stood up.

Seeing that the lunatic woman was about to go crazy, Miss Qiao quickly threw something over: "I'll give it back to you."

Chen Yang took a closer look and saw that it was a broken stone.

A little familiar.

Chen Yang lowered his voice and asked Ms. Qiao: "Is that the one you took away?"

Ms. Qiao said: "Last night I followed her all the way to the Earth Temple. I saw that she was very precious and snatched a pile of stone statue fragments. She went crazy and chased me like a different person."

Chen Yang asked: "What happened later?"

"Later, her IQ rose for some reason, so she stopped chasing me and went back to the Earth Temple, only to find that everything else was gone, and she became even more insane. She was no longer a human, but a monster." Ms. Qiao mentioned Draw circles on the ground with an umbrella, "Later, when I saw it was raining, I knew she was covering her eyes in the inn."

Ms. Qiao clicked her tongue: "I don't know who took the rest of the broken stones."

Chen Yang coughed twice: "It's in my bag."

Miss Qiao: "..."

She glanced at the crutch in Chen Yang's hand, a strange flash appeared on her face, and then she turned her gaze away.

Chen Yang's attention was all on the lunatic woman, and he found that she was stroking the broken stones, her manner was unbelievably soft, and he was afraid that the stones would hurt if she used more force.

When he saw the broken stones in the Earth Temple this morning, Chen Yang was still wondering what kind of stone statue was broken.

Now he looked at the lunatic woman touching the rocks, glanced at the two big eyes on the wall from the corner of his eye, and thought of the baby, he basically knew what was going on.

Chen Yang came up with a plan.

More than an hour later, the mission workers sat in the yard, facing a pile of large and small stones.

Like a frame floating in mid-air——

[The player starts the hidden mission, repairs the stone statue, and fulfills the madwoman's wish. 】

This job was almost carried by Xiang Zimu alone. Whether she was still or moving, she had a static three-dimensional sense, as thin as a dummy.

Who would have thought that she still has this skill.

Chen Yang was not in the courtyard, he was sitting on the bed with his back to Chao Jian, his upper body was bare.

"Fortunately, I brought a cane, otherwise...well, take it easy." Chen Yang panted shortly.

The boy behind him said nothing.

Chen Yang wiped off the sweat from his forehead, the other side has been like this since he came back.

"I failed to get out of the lunatic's clutches, let you down?" Chen Yang asked tentatively.

What answered him was the sound of the medicine box being closed vigorously.

Chen Yang sniffed the malevolence constantly emanating from the young man's body, his back was stiff, and he sat quietly without speaking.

The atmosphere in the room was unprecedentedly oppressive.

When Chao Jian wrapped the gauze for Chen Yang, he would raise his arms so that the other party could help him bandage.

Chen Yang didn't know that when he made that movement, the people behind him looked at his butterfly bones with scarlet eyes, and were stunned for a while.

In Chen Yang's memory, he never took off his shirt and admired his back in front of the mirror, so he didn't know that there was a mark on the butterfly bone.

To be precise, it is a scar, which seems to be bitten out with teeth, and it is also the mark left after many bites.

Old, with some traces of being caressed by time.

Chen Yang only knew that he had two waists. Xiang Dong accidentally saw what he told him, and he beat him up when he failed to moleste him.

Now those waist sockets are right under Chao Jian's eyes.

For some reason, Chen Yang suddenly felt uncomfortable, he turned his head back: "Are you alright?"

"No." Chao Jian didn't lift her head.

Chen Yang's upper body leaned forward, clasped his shoulder with one hand, and pulled him back: "What are you hiding?"

"It's itchy." Chen Yang said, "When you bandaged me, my breath came up, and my back is more sensitive."

He tensed his body, and the line from shoulder to waist became more and more clear.

"Gao"

Looking down at Jane, she gnawed on the milk tablet, slid her throat up and down violently, and made a swallowing motion.

When the gauze wrapped around Chen Yang's chest, he watched his eyes, nose, nose, and heart, and when Chao Jian's slender fingers rubbed against him, his reaction became a little louder.

It’s over.

I haven't called myself in too long.

This hand was raised at an inappropriate time, and if a child saw it, it would be a hooligan.

Chen Yang picked up his shirt in embarrassment, and put it on his waist to hide it.

Chao Jian didn't seem to notice, he continued to bandage Chen Yang in a leisurely manner, and his cool fingers could always rub against him.

Shoulders, waist, chest, back, everywhere.

Chao Jian bandaged Chen Yang's wound and left the room. He asked Xiang Dong for a cigarette.

Xiang Dong spat: "We are rivals in love, you ask me for a cigarette, don't you take me seriously?"

That being said, the cigarette was thrown away.

Doesn't this guy don't smoke? Doesn't he like Chen Yang smoking?Now I want to smoke by myself.

Xiang Dong sneered in his heart, he must be happy to help others.

It's better to become addicted once you smoke, and become a smoker, and you can't be Chen Yang's good baby.

Thinking maliciously to the east, he also threw the lighter to Chao Jian, pretending to be concerned: "Can you light a fire? Do you want Brother Dong to teach you?"

The sound of "ding" overflowed from Chao Jian's fingers. He lit a cigarette by the dark wall, tilted his head skillfully, and took a puff with the cigarette butt in his mouth.

Xiang Dong was furious, and grabbed Chao Jian's clothes: "Damn you, you are an old smoker, why should you control Chen Yang and not let him smoke? Pack a few!"

Chao Jian glanced at the hand on the collar with hostility.

Just as Xiang Dong was about to make a move, he looked back at Chen Yang who came out of the room, as if he had eyes behind his back, and retracted his hand cursingly.

"I won't pave the way for you with this green tea again!" Xiang Dong snorted coldly and left.

Chen Yang didn't care about Xiang Dong, he was confused by the smoking figure leaning against the wall, people who said smoking was harmful to health, but now they were smoking.

And it sucks hard.

Take a puff, and the smoke burns off.

Chen Yang walked over and said with complicated eyes: "I thought you never smoked."

"What do you think?" Zhao Jian's half-closed eyes were flickering, he closed them, as if restraining his emotions, "Many things you think are often wrong, brother."

Chen Yang was speechless.

"I haven't smoked a cigarette for a long time, just one." Chao Jian said in a neither salty nor light tone, her voice was hoarse.

At Chao Jian's age, Chen Yang was a fierce smoker, so even though he suddenly found out that his partner kept telling him not to smoke, he smoked so proficiently himself, so he didn't want to blame him.

19 years old, an adult, so just smoke.

He also wanted to take a couple of puffs.

Chen Yang licked his lips, he was about to ask Xiang Dong for a cigarette, and he handed over half a cigarette.

When Chen Yang came back to his senses, he had already held the half of the cigarette by his lips, and the wet butt was another person's saliva.

Chen Yang smoked a cigarette and looked at the night sky, and heard the people next to him say: "I'm going to sit in the lobby, don't follow me."

He watched in astonishment as Chao Jian walked out of the wall on crutches, his mind went blank, and he said without thinking, "Be careful."

The broad figure didn't respond.

Chen Yang's feeling was a bit strange, and he didn't know how to describe it. This was the first time since he and Chao Jian were partners that the other party asked him not to follow him.

Are you in a bad mood?

Chen Yang finished smoking absently and walked to the team.

The lights of several mobile phones formed a circle with the lanterns. Xiangzimu was repairing the stone statue in the circle. She was very efficient, and now it has been repaired by a third. Looking at the outline, it is a baby. Chen Yang's guess is correct.

The lunatic became very quiet, she stood beside Xiang Zimu, staring at the stone statue in his hand without blinking.

The atmosphere has a weak sense of harmony, which can be broken with a poke.

Both Qian Han and Ge Fei are injured, so they can't help much, and Zhuzhu is helping Xiangzimu.

Chen Yang looked at it for a while and then turned back to the room. He stopped when he reached the door, and then stepped in again: "Painter, what are you doing?"

The painter bent down, facing the bag beside Chen Yang's bed, and almost buried his whole head in it.

When Chen Yang approached, he found that the artist's state was very wrong, his breathing was heavy and disordered, and the hand holding the edge of the bag was still shaking. This scene was very similar to the old task worker at the rest station.

Chen Yang understood something in the blink of an eye.

It is incense.

The painter didn't straighten up, he maintained that posture, stretching his neck into the bag, as if trying to eat the whole bag.

"Can I take the clothes in this bag?" the painter made an impolite and weird request.

Chen Yang looked at his skinny side face that didn't look like a living person: "I can only give you one piece."

My partner needs it too.

Chen Yang didn't say the second half of the sentence, he knew the artist could understand it.

The painter suppressed the idea of ​​snatching the bag away, and tried hard to regain his senses. He understood when he was a little more sober, and he didn't make further progress, let alone mess around.

"Thank you." The painter looked at Chen Yang as he looked at the savior, the corners of his eyes were red, and there was a strong nasal sound in his voice.

Chen Yang gave his coat to the painter.

The painter took his clothes and left. He came back soon and gave Chen Yang a handful of sparkling diamonds.

Chen Yang: "..."

If you don't pay attention, you will become a rich man.

If you can untie your identity number, you will have no worries about food and clothing in this life, Chen Yang thought indescribably.

The painter did not leave.

Chen Yang could see what the painter was thinking, and didn't give a direct answer. The incense was taken by the woman from the clinic, Chao Jian, so he couldn't decide, besides...

Back in the real world, the chance of them encountering the painter is very small, it all depends on luck.

Chen Yang feels that the painter is an old tasker with a five-digit ID number, and he knows that the task world cannot exchange contact information.

"I still want to try." The painter is about the same height as Chao Jian. When he looked at Chen Yang, he looked down, but now he has no dignity in his whole body, only pleading.

"Okay." Chen Yang didn't reason with a person suffering from mental trauma, he handed the small book on the table to the other party, "You write your phone number on it."

"Okay, I'll write." The painter is a serious clean freak, but he didn't realize that he touched the edge of the table.

Chen Yang glanced at the content in the small book, there was a long list.

They are private mobile phone, work mobile phone, landline, driver’s, butler’s, hometown’s and Emperor’s Court.

After the painter finished writing, he flipped through the address book on his mobile phone. He tried to write down all the numbers of his relatives and friends, and spread the net. Maybe he wrote more, and one of the numbers might be missed by the rules, and it would not be carried out. Shield against tampering.

Chen Yang watched silently as the artist wrote a whole page. After thinking for a moment, he took out Wang Kuanyou's diary from his backpack, and selected and revealed information related to the diary.

The painter turned to the back of Xiangdong's page without hesitation, and started to write from the first line. He did a lot of tasks, but he didn't write all of them, but only wrote three that made him remember deeply.

The final signature is - Diamond Wang Lao Wu.

Chen Yang didn't know what to think, he asked the artist to write his phone number on it.

After going to the toilet and entering the room, Xiangdong saw the artist holding Chen Yang's clothes in a daze, without disposable gloves on his hands, and the smell of disinfectant on his body was not strong.

The painter raised his head with cold eyebrows: "Why don't you just say that Chen Yang and Chao Jian's clothes have..."

"I reminded you on the first day you entered this mission, it's fucking loyal enough." Xiang Dong interrupted him amusedly, "Who told you not to take it seriously, you will only do the experiment tonight."

The painter's dark lips pursed. In fact, he didn't want to do an experiment tonight. He just forgot to bring the spray, which made him discover the secret in the bag next to Chen Yang's bed.

"Chao Jian's situation is more serious than yours, but he is like a human being, and you are like a ghost." Xiang Dong squinted, "Do you know why?"

The painter was rich in diamonds, and the family fortune was too much for him to remember, and he couldn't remember what it was like to get a good night's sleep.

Haven't had a good sleep for a long time.

The painter sent people to run abroad, and he would go there himself. He tried everything, but he still didn't get better, and he could only consume his life day by day.

Now there is finally a turning point, there is hope.

"Chaojian has incense treatment." The painter said.

"I knew you would say that." Xiang Dong snorted coldly, "This is the wrong answer. The correct answer is that he has Chen cabbage."

The painter is noncommittal.

Xiang Dong rubbed his chin: "You are still a virgin."

The painter didn't change his expression: "Does this have something to do with whether I'm a virgin or not?"

"It's a big deal." Xiang Dong put his legs on the table carelessly, "Love can kill people, make life worse than death, and it can also make people live."

The painter has never experienced the second half of Xiang Dong's sentence, but he can understand: "Chen Yang can't see his love."

Xiang Dong's lips hooked evilly: "Yes."

"I didn't finish my sentence." The painter said, "but sooner or later, Chen Yang will be able to see it."

Xiangdong kicked his sprained foot: "You are courting death."

Damn, don't you see that I'm waiting for a San'er to get in between them?

Of course, he doesn't mind doing it himself.

Too bad it doesn't sew now.

At four o'clock in the morning, Xiangzimu repaired the stone statue. A few minutes later, both the stone statue and the lunatic were missing.

Chen Yang and the others looked at me and I looked at you with blue and black eyes.

"Generally, after completing this kind of side mission, there will be rewards or clues." Qian Han, as a hardcore online game player, said with professionalism, "We won't let us work in vain."

Zhuzhu scratched her arm through the sunscreen shirt: "What about the reward? Where's the clue?"

Qian Han didn't answer her words.

Chen Yang knocked on Miss Qiao's door, stood at the door and said, "Miss Qiao, you have gained something else after spending a day with that woman."

Miss Qiao's sleepless voice came from the room: "Come in and say."

As soon as Chen Yang grabbed the doorknob, there was a familiar aura coming from behind him. He looked back at Chao Jian, feeling guilty for no reason: "She let me in."

Chao Jian looked at Chen Yang without saying a word.

After a while, Chen Yang raised his voice to Miss Qiao who was in the room: "I won't go in, everyone is in the courtyard, come out if it's convenient for you."

Miss Qiao didn't come out, she just threw a ball of paper into the yard.

"The ones above are all the babblings of lunatics." After finishing speaking, Miss Qiao closed the door and lay down to recuperate.

Chen Yang picked up the ball of paper and opened it. There were words on the front and back, paragraph by paragraph, rather scattered.

Ms. Qiao's handwriting is very different from her personality, chic and sharp, like a knight who is proud of the world.

Chen Yang looked at the content on the ball of paper, and the more he looked at it, the more frightened he became, his expression changed again and again, and so did the others.

After they had read the last paragraph on the reverse side, all fell silent.

This piece of paper contains the reasons why the madwoman hates young men, and what happened to her and her family.

Ms. Qiao added her own summarization and understanding when recording. It was easier for Chen Yang and the others to accept it, but it was a bit difficult to digest.

Three years ago, there was a name fish in town.

The lunatic's child was just one month old that day, and her father wanted to get better food at home, so he got up early to go fishing in the river, and when he returned after dark, he found two fish with names on their backs.

It happened to be two merchants who entered the town to do business.

The lunatic's family dared not tell the outside world that their house caught fire that night, and her child disappeared, along with her husband and the two named fish.

And her parents and younger brother all died in that fire, and she went crazy because of it.

Chen Yang pursed his lips. He and Chao Jian couldn't find out about Widow Zhou's affairs, nor could they find out about the madwoman.

Did the lunatic husband set the fire back then? Who did he go to with the name Yu and the child, who dug out the child's eyeballs alive and pressed them on the stairs.

And those two merchants, did the fish with their names be eaten three years ago, and all the people who came to the town after that were ghosts.

Gao Degui needs to solve these puzzles.

"There was a name fish three years ago..." Zhuzhu bowed her head nervously, as if someone was picking her up from behind, "The mayor has lied to us a lot."

Chen Yang had a hunch that it wasn't the first time the name fish appeared three years ago.

Since "Yijiazi" does not mean that there will be a mark for snatching 60 years of life, then it must involve other things, and it will not be useless information.

"Damn, I've got a terrible headache, I'm going to sleep, we'll talk about it tomorrow." Xiang Dong yawned and went back to his room.

Zhuzhu wanted to talk to Qian Han, but Qian Han passed by her without stopping.

"I'm going to bed too." Ge Fei touched the gauze on his face and head.

After a while, only Chen Yang and Chao Jian were left in the yard. One of them was thinking about something, and the other was knocking on his crutches. They had their own space, but they didn't break up.

Chen Yang suddenly grabbed Chao Jian's arm: "I want to visit the Earth Temple."

Chao Jian went to the courtyard wall on crutches without saying anything, and Chen Yang trotted to keep up. Their second time over the wall was smoother than the last one.

When he arrived at the Earth Temple, Chen Yang held up his mobile phone and searched. The lunatic hadn't come back, so where did she go with the stone statue of the child?

Chen Yang fell into deep thought again, and continued his work of knocking on the crutches.

The light from the sky shone into the Temple of the Earth and touched the two people who hadn't slept all night, wrapping them around.

Chen Yang unconsciously leaned against the wall, his shoulders were poked open by the crutches, which prevented the wound on his back from touching the wall, he didn't know what to think, his exhausted expression was swept away, and he was very excited.

Chao Jian looked at the light in his eyes: "Where are you going this time?"

Chen Yang said, "By the river."

Chao Jian still didn't say anything, just accompanied her.

When Chen Yang and Chao Jian went to the river, it was already dawn, and they saw the lunatic woman standing in the river holding the baby stone statue, her arms and body swaying slightly.

Before they got close, the madwoman took the stone statue and lay down in the water.

Like sleeping.