ID number 019

"Wow—"

A lot of water gushed out of the cupboard.

No one expected this situation. There was too much water, and it came so unexpectedly that everyone standing next to it was affected.

Especially Wen Qing, who was squatting on the bench, facing the cabinet door.

He received it with his face.

The water flow was fierce and urgent, scraping up like a knife, Wen Qing's face hurt, but he was not at all unhappy, but very excited.

"It turned out to be water inside, unexpected, really unexpected."

Chen Yang didn't expect that, he thought there would be a female corpse in the cabinet...

"Head... head..."

He Xiangrui's exclamation came from the chaos.

"where?"

"Where's the head?"

Everyone's reaction was two extremes, some excited, some panicked.

"Hair!" He Xiangrui took a sharp breath and finished the sentence tremblingly, "There are hairs in the water!"

Everyone:"……"

Chen Yang looked at the water that was still pouring down from the cabinet, and then at the messy ground. There were indeed strands of hair in the water, like algae.

Floating one by one.

"Go out first!" Chen Yang picked up the court slip and raised his voice to remind the stunned people.

In a blink of an eye, Wen Qing was left alone in the locker room. The water had already flooded his ankles, and his trouser legs and shoes were wet.

He walked around in the water, his hands making movements of picking things up from time to time.

Not long after, Wen Qing had an extra handful of hair in his hand, and he picked it up to have a look.

"tick"

Drops of water fell from the ends of the hair, dripped into the water, and made a small splash.

"The hair quality is good." Wen Qing smacked his lips and threw away the hair in his hand. He walked to the cabinet and put his hand in.

The creamy touch wraps around the fingertips.

Wen Qing touched it, twisted his fingertips a few times, took out his hand, and slammed the cabinet door shut.

The water is gone.

Wen Qing straightened his wet bangs, walked out of the dressing room, and stopped in front of Chen Yang and Chao Jian with a string of wet footprints.

"Hey, almost scared me to death."

Wen Qing squatted down. When he said this, his tongue stuck out and licked a drop of water from his mouth.

Chen Yang who was taking off diving shoes: "..."

He glanced at the women's changing room where no water flowed out, and asked Wen Qing, "Did you close the cabinet door?"

Wen Qing showed extremely exaggerated shock: "How do you know?"

Chen Yang ignored Wen Qing's exaggerated acting skills, he threw the small sign over: "Scan the QR code to open it."

"No need." Wen Qing played with the small sign, "Close it and open it again, there must be nothing inside. If you don't believe me, ask Li Mao."

Chen Yang turned his head towards Jane.

Chao Jian had hair stuck to one of her crutches, and he was using the other one. He was in a bad mood and didn't want to talk.

Chen Yang rubbed his hair down with his feet: "Okay, it's gone."

The air pressure around Chao Jane rose a little.

Chen Yang put his wrinkled feet in the sun to dry in the sun, he wanted to ask "how come there is water and hair in the cabinet", the photographer asked in front of him.

"What I'm thinking is that there is a small book about the female corpse in the cabinet. It's not just a single page, it's the whole book, and there will be mission backgrounds on it."

After the photographer asked, he expressed his own analysis: "Or the head of one of us..."

When he said this, while scratching his beard, he secretly glanced at Feng Chuna.

This look revealed the photographer's true thoughts. He thought that after opening the cabinet, he would see Feng Chu's head.

It's scary, but also very reasonable.

However, this was not the case.

As if in response, Feng Chu raised his drooping head an inch.

The photographer immediately withdrew his gaze. He was glad that he withdrew quickly and didn't embarrass the scene, when he heard a leisurely voice: "Just say it's him."

Wen Qing pointed at Feng Chu.

"..."

His mind was exposed in public, and the photographer couldn't get off the stage. He glared at Wen Qing angrily: "What nonsense are you talking about? I didn't mean that!"

"Oh, isn't it?" Wen Qing blinked, "I saw you keep looking at him, so I thought... I'm sorry, I'm talking nonsense."

When it was over, he said to Feng Chu: "Don't misunderstand the big brother photographer. He didn't suspect that your head and neck were separated. Now you are a corpse with a slit on your neck."

The photographer looked at Wen Qing in disbelief, why did this person know what he was thinking?

Like nowhere to hide.

Wen Qing unwrapped the chewing gum wrapper and said innocently, "Brother, why are you looking at me? Look at what you want."

The photographer subconsciously looked at Feng Chu.

After reacting, it was too late for him to cover up.

Feng Chu didn't explain, he just unbuttoned the collar of his shirt and pulled it down, revealing a smooth neck.

No cracks.

At this point, the atmosphere is already very embarrassing, so it's time to do it again.

Zhang Jinyang pretended to bump into Feng Chu inadvertently, and pressed the back of his neck in desperation.

There is temperature, hot, with a little wet sweat.

Zhang Jinyang's eyes said it all.

The chill in the air disappeared without a trace at this moment, as if it had never appeared before.

The photographer's face turned pale. He looked at Feng Chu who was straightening his collar, and wanted to say something to clarify for himself, but he didn't think it was necessary.

Misunderstood. Misunderstood.

He is not friends with this boy who is much younger than himself, and he will never see him again if he returns alive.

Chen Yang took everyone's expression changes into his eyes, and he continued the photographer's topic.

"What do you think?"

The photographer is the first to express his opinion, he has said everything that should be said and what should not be said, and he is just an audience at this meeting.

He Xiangrui said he couldn't think of anything.

There are two big characters written on Zhang Jinyang's face: Same as above.

He is really not good at guessing riddles and deciphering them. He is rough and can't be delicate.

Chen Yang paused for a few seconds on Feng Chu from the corner of his eye, and asked him if he had anything to say.

Feng Chu was stunned for a while, and he was sure that Chen Yang was asking himself, and he spoke carefully: "This must be a very important clue."

Chen Yang: "Yes."

Feng Chu hesitated and said, "So much water and hair...could she have drowned?"

"Drown first, then be dismembered?"

Zhao Yuan, who was in a daze, was shocked: "It's possible! Then, has the water in the locker room turned red now?"

"Maybe." Wen Qing chewed his gum and said, "School grass, let's go and have a look."

No!I do not want!I don't want to go with you, Zhao Yuan resisted and hid behind Chen Yang, Wen Qing hooked him and dragged him away forcibly.

All the water in the women's changing room rushed into the sewer, leaving only the wet ground, empty and cold.

Zhao Yuan pushed behind Wen Qing in a girly manner. He was a head taller than Wen Qing, and his sight couldn't be blocked at all.

"Where's the strands of hair?"

Wen Qing said, "The entrance to the sewer is in a mess."

Zhao Yuan silently recited Avalokitesvara Buddha, he wanted to recite it in his heart, but finally made a sound.

In the silent locker room, the boy recited all the gods he knew, without repetition.

The corners of Wen Qing's mouth twitched a few times, he didn't care about the clasped hands on his shoulders, walked around the locker room like a stroll in the park, and sighed: "The stool is full of water, I can't lie down anymore. "

Zhao Yuan: "..."

Chen Yang asked him to pay attention to this person, but he wanted to pay attention, the problem is that there are not many opportunities.

During the day, the other party didn't follow the main force, and they stayed in their tents at night, so it was impossible to observe anything.

Zhao Yuan lowered his head unconsciously, his nose touched Wen Qing's hair, there was no smell of rancidity or sweat.

He blurted out: "Have you come here to wash your hair?"

The back of Wen Qing's hair is dry, while the front bangs are wet, clinging to his forehead: "When a three-year-old child takes a bath, he always washes his hair."

Zhao Yuan hesitated and said, "Brother Wen..."

"Stop." Wen Qing interrupted him, "If you call it that, aren't Chen Yang and I of the same generation?"

"That's not right, I'm obviously younger than him, you have to call me little brother."

Zhao Yuan complained furiously in his heart, and changed his words cowardly: "Brother Wen."

Wen Qing: "Hmm."

Zhao Yuan looked around the locker room and felt that the wind was blowing here. He controlled the volume very low: "I have always wanted to ask you, do you have any skills that are not afraid of ghosts like you?"

"Crack" Wen Qing blew a big white bubble: "Your brother Wen has an ugly face, and the ghost looks scary."

Zhao Yuan rolled his eyes.

"Okay, okay, I'll tell you." Wen Qing turned his head, his eyes signaled Zhao Yuan to bend down, he leaned into the other's ear mysteriously, laughed, and said, "Because people are more terrifying, lucky one .”

Zhao Yuan looked confused, how did I become the lucky one again.

Wen Qing shook his head uninterestedly. Being able to ask that question means that he has not met anyone scarier than a ghost. Isn't he lucky?Tsk.

The women's locker room was wet, and Wen Qing had to change places. He hesitated between several sheds and the men's locker room, and finally made a decision by tossing a coin.

Coin helped him choose the men's locker room.

Wen Qing likes to stay in a cool place. Besides being afraid of boredom, he is also afraid of heat and the sun.

Zhao Yuan saw Wen Qing lying down on the stool in the men's locker room, and he stood there for a while before leaving.

In the mission world, unless it involves the life-and-death fighting rules that involve killing people, it is unlikely to use force.

Mainly by mental power, followed by physical power.

An outlier like Wen Qing, most people would not argue with him.

He can do whatever he wants, let him go.

As long as you don't engage in a team.

Even if he wants to do it, he can detect it, and there are not many people who stop him.

Zhao Yuan looked at his teammates on the beach, and he saw that force is really useless, like Zhang Jinyang, who has no opponents.

So is He Xiangrui.

The two have such awesome physiques, their abdominal muscles and chest muscles are very hard, but they can only become the top two in labor output by digging sand.

As for the photographer, his physical strength and mental strength are within the range of ordinary people, and Feng Chu is considered to be the brightest among the newcomers.

He was the first to find the clues to the puzzle, and it was mostly his credit that the puzzle could be put together.

Even if Feng Chu still has doubts, it cannot be denied that he clicked twice on the progress bar of this task.

Zhao Yuan clenched his fists. He is an old man. He has to find a way to improve his physical and mental strength, and he must live up to it.

To live up to!

"bang"

Zhao Yuan fell like a dog and ate shit.

Chen Yang was talking to Chao Jian, he raised his face when he heard the movement: "...Zhao Yuan, what are you doing?"

Zhao Yuan blushed and his neck was thick: "It's nothing!"

"Why are you still blushing?" Chen Yang muttered indescribably, and turned his face to Chao Jian again, "What did you say just now?"

Chao Jian: "Say you're annoying."

"Don't make trouble..." Chen Yang smelled restlessness from the young man, and his words changed, "Okay, you make trouble with yourself."

I say mine.

After Chen Yang added in his heart, he said to himself: "What do the water and hair in the cabinet represent?"

"I don't think it's like reminding us that the female corpse was drowned."

Chen Yang said: "If he really drowned, why would he be picked up and dismembered, and just throw it into the sea."

It went back to the top of the knot.

Chen Yang couldn't figure out why the body was dismembered in the bathing place, it was very unreasonable and illogical.

By the sea, what kind of method can be used to destroy corpses and traces by burying them in the sand?

Chen Yang thought back to the corpse on the jigsaw puzzle, could it be some kind of formation?He denies himself.

The burial place of the body parts is not regular, just a random burial method.

Seems just to bury them separately.

Chen Yang thought a little too much, crowded together messily, dizzy.

"Should I draw lines on the places where the body parts are buried like in Laoji Village to see if there are any intersections?"

Chao Jian said, "No, you don't need to plan."

Chen Yang glanced at his partner, who finally said something.

If there is no intersection, then a possibility is ruled out.

Chen Yang rubbed Chao Jian's crutches, the cold touch was soon covered by his hot sweat, his eyes moved to the shovel in the big bag, and the headless male ghost who provided them with clues appeared in his mind.

It is not sure if the other party is another party involved in this murder case, or the previous batch of taskers.

Feng Chu walked over and said, "Mr. Chen, are we going to dig up the remains of the female corpse today?"

Chen Yang's thinking was cut off and he couldn't connect. He said, "We need to dig."

The female corpse was divided into 15 yuan, except for the head, there were other 14 yuan.

Only two pieces have been dug out now, namely the right hand and the right forearm, and the others have not been dug out yet.

Everyone digs up the right arm of the female corpse in order.

Try to get her entire right arm together before sunset, then dig out her left arm, and then the various parts of her two legs...

The two bones that had been dug up were in a bag, along with the shovel, the little sign, the pieces of the jigsaw puzzle, and the little book.

That's all they got.

All the clues found so far have been solved one by one. They want to find new ones, such as collecting the incomplete seven puzzle pieces.

Zhao Yuan had the idea of ​​mobilizing manpower: "We don't need to dig up all the stumps."

"Brother, what, you go find the puzzle pieces."

Seeing him struggling to dig the sand with his left hand, Zhao Yuan hesitated to speak.

Chen Yang stopped digging the sand: "I'll go find it?"

Zhao Yuan said, "Yes, you can go."

He Xiangrui, Zhang Jinyang, and the photographer all agreed.

Once Chen Yang left, the young man on crutches would also leave. That would be great.

Both were wounded.So far, their contributions to the sand digging project are negligible, and they are dispensable.

Let them do the mental work.

Feng Chu didn't express any opinions. The scratches on his hands were between the wrist bones and the metacarpal bones, which didn't affect his grip on the shovel. The wound on his knee didn't seem to cause much inconvenience. His physical output was much stronger than Chen Yang's, not at the same level.

Chen Yang saw what everyone was thinking, he put down the shovel, patted his palm with his fingers, and patted off the soft sand sticking to it: "Okay, I'll go find the pieces."

He asked Zhao Yuan to borrow his mobile phone, and pointed to the big bag on the ground: "Look good."

Zhao Yuan made an "ok" gesture to Chen Yang, it's here with me.

Chen Yang stood up, shaking off the sand on his body, his partner was still sitting on the ground, he asked suspiciously: "Aren't you with me?"

Others also looked over.

Among them, He Xiangrui and Zhao Yuan belonged to the emotionally exposed category, their eyes were full of pleading and fear.

no?Shall we go together?Don't stay, don't!

Chen Yang didn't pay attention to everyone's gaze, he looked at the boy's chestnut hair, and asked again.

Chao Jian has no expression.

Chen Yangfu went to his heart and bent down to pull him.

After opening all the openable lockers in the two locker rooms, Chen Yang also found a lot of puzzle pieces from them.

The remaining seven won't be there.

Chen Yang looked around the entire bathing place. Could this be the beginning of the mission? His mental state and physical state have deteriorated a lot and are still deteriorating.

Don't search aimlessly.

Chen Yang was so sunburned that he couldn't open his eyes. He blocked the sun with his hands, and a shadow fell on his tanned face: "Is there any place we haven't been to?"

Chao Jian: "Yes."

Chen Yang wanted to ask "Where is it?", but he bit his tongue to death. This has become his habitual action.

When solving a problem, you can't ask for the answer directly, and your partner won't give it.

Where is it? Chen Yang put his hands on his forehead and circled around in place.

One lap, two laps, three laps, four laps...

Zhao Jian was dizzy, and knocked on the crutch: "Stand still."

Chen Yang didn't move, he looked straight at Chao Jian without blinking, and there was no emotion in his eyes, just like a stuck machine.

To put it bluntly, it’s mind wandering.

Reached out to Jane, pinched Chen Yang's arm, and turned him aside: "You better turn around."

Turning his back, Chen Yang suddenly turned around: "I know where it is!"

It's the women's toilet.

The taskers in this mission are all men, and no one has ever been there.

As Chen Yang grew up, it was the first time he entered the women's bathroom. He was not curious or awkward, and simply regarded it as a mission scene.

The women's restroom has no urinals, and everything else is the same as the men's restroom.

Chen Yang cautiously pulled Chao Jian to stand where he was, holding his breath and looking inside.

There is a small dresser at the entrance.

The turn is two rows of compartments.

The doors are all closed, and there is a space above and below. If you lie down a little outside, you can see inside.

Chen Yang's Adam's apple twitched. Among the ghost stories he had read, the women's toilet was the most unfriendly place. His Adam's apple twitched, and he said awkwardly, "Then I'll start looking."

"Da da"

Chao Jian walked in on crutches and stopped by the wall opposite the two rows of cubicles. This position allowed Chen Yang to see him clearly.

"Treat this as an escape room."

Chen Yang was taken aback for a while: "Okay."

The women's toilet is a secret room, and the jigsaw puzzle pieces are the keys. These two words are very familiar to Chen Yang recently, and they are deeply rooted in his bones. His tension has eased a little.

Chen Yang walked to a cubicle, knocked on the door, and said to Chao Jian with his lips: "I learned this from ghost movies, manners."

Chao Jian: "..."

Chen Yang took two deep breaths, and slowly pushed open the door.

A cold air came over his face, he lifted his heart and looked, squatting on the toilet, the trash can was empty, and there was a paper box hanging beside it.

There are many small advertisements painted on the doors and walls, old and new, layer upon layer.

Chen Yang didn't have time to check one by one for the time being, and he couldn't judge whether it was useful. He took out Zhao Yuan's mobile phone, poked the photo mode with his fingertips, and took pictures of all the small advertisements.

Zhao Yuan's cell phone is almost out of battery.

Chen Yang didn't dare to leave it on all the time, so he pressed it off after taking pictures.

I don't know if it was due to etiquette, Chen Yang pushed open the doors of the compartments one by one, but did not encounter any supernatural events.

The only time I scare myself.

The last room is a utility room, in which there are three mops, rags, brushes, a large iron paper box, a garbage basket covered with a black plastic bag, and a sink, which is relatively simple.

Chen Yang rummaged through many places.

But he found everything his eyes swept over.

The air dryer, the paper drawer, the wooden bar above the compartment, the empty garbage basket, the mop, under the sink...

Got nothing.

Chen Yang wanted to discuss with Chao Jian, but suddenly met the big mirror behind her.

He looked over, and the self inside was also looking at him.

Looking at each other, the back of Chen Yang's head felt cold, and he turned his eyes away: "If this is an escape room game, I will be lying dead now."

As he said that, he went to look over the vase by the pool, and dried up the incense.

Chen Yang leaned into the sink, stretched his left hand under the faucet, and the water rushed out with a "splash".

The water went down smoothly and nothing blocked it.

Chen Yang didn't speak, but looked at Chao Jian.

Chao Jian seemed to be annoyed by him, and spit out a few words: "Have you searched the water tank?"

Chen Yang took a breath and forgot.

The configuration of the bathing place is very good. He subconsciously regarded the water tank as hidden, and it was automatically blocked when he entered the compartment.

Blindness is indeed a common problem in escape rooms.

Chen Yang started to buckle the water tank lid one by one, and when he reached the third one, he found a puzzle piece inside.

But his surprise froze before it unfolded.

"White."

Chen Yang held the fragments and turned them up and down, but there was nothing on them.

"Isn't that what we want?"

Chen Yang asked Chao Jian out of luck.

Chao Jian asked Chen Yang to bring over Zhao Yuan's cell phone, he pressed it, found the photo of the puzzle, zoomed in, swiped his fingertips, and clicked on one place.

"here."

Chen Yang wiped off the water on the fragments, and carefully placed them on the screen, just in line with the vacancy that Chao Jian pointed to.

This pure white piece turned out to be one of the seven pieces they were looking for.

Is there an item of this color in the bath?

A storm blew up in Chen Yang's memory, but he couldn't find the corresponding fragment.

There is nothing pure white here...

Chao Jian turned off the phone: "Look again."

Chen Yang looked at him.

Chao Jian slapped him on the forehead with the back of the hand holding the mobile phone, not hard: "Don't look at me, look at the toilet, think about what else you have overlooked."

"When you played the escape room, I told you what, think for yourself."

Chen Yang pulled his attention away from the pure white shard, he collected himself and continued to search.

After a while, Chen Yang found the second fragment in the water tank in another compartment.

Still pure white.

A very bad premonition swept over, Chen Yang hoped that it was not what he thought, while speeding up the search.

On the beach, Zhao Yuan and five people were digging sand.

Zhang Jinyang and the photographer were busy working, they showed the impatience of "quickly dig out the right arm of the female corpse", Zhao Yuan couldn't stop chatting with the other two.

Feng Chu was alive, which reduced their suspicion a lot and made the atmosphere more harmonious.

Zhao Yuan said: "Feng Chu, I think I should know why you were that night... Bah!"

He was talking with his mouth open, He Xiangrui swung a shovel of sand, and a little half of it was blown into his mouth by the wind, he was so angry that he cursed: "Fuck, what are you doing?"

He Xiangrui winked at Zhao Yuan, why do you have nothing to mention this?

If you don't mention it, the seeds of doubt can't be pulled out, and the team can't get together. If you do it like this, you can't fix it. Zhao Yuan poohed a few times before going on.

"Actually, you were possessed that night. You didn't know that we called you, and you didn't know that you had stepped out of the tent, stepped on the shallows, and brought wet sand into the tent."

He Xiangrui rolled his eyes, this was his first reaction that morning.

But if this is the case, then there is an unreasonable problem.

"According to what you said, why didn't the female ghost kill him?"

Feng Chu was right next to him, but He Xiangrui passed him and looked at Zhao Yuan to ask questions.

Zhao Yuan said to Feng Chu: "Because the female ghost has taken a fancy to you."

He Xiangrui and the eavesdropping Zhang Jinyang told the photographer: "..."

Zhao Yuan looked at Feng Chu's delicate face with a reasonable look: "It's a face control, I like yours."

Feng Chu gave him a speechless look.

Since confirming that Feng Chu is alive, Zhao Yuan has worked out this line of thought, and he has a strong sense of belief.

Otherwise, he will have to tangle again.

The photographer's shovel stuck in the sand froze, his nose oozing oil and sweat twitched, smelling something.

It seems that the meat bought back was taken out of the bag and spoiled.

The photographer tilted the shovel up and dug up a shovel of sand. In the next second, he shook off the shovel, staggered up, and stayed away from the sandpit. He pointed to Feng Chu who was sitting next to him.

"He's a ghost!"

He Xiangrui shook his shovel, and then slapped Zhao Yuan's face with sand. He didn't care to look at the other party's face, and stammered, "No, isn't it?"

"Zhang Jinyang, Zhang Jinyang, you, you..."

He Xiangrui looked at Zhang Jinyang who had tested it himself.

"I'm not retarded."

Zhang Jinyang's thick eyebrows twisted out the word "Chuan", he put down the shovel, and his eyes flicked between the photographer and Feng Chu: "Brother, I don't understand what kind of nerves you have."

The photographer stared at his dry eyes and shouted uncontrollably: "His wounds are rotten!"

Feng Chu's pale face was full of astonishment: "No, I didn't..."

The photographer couldn't smell it again. He suspected that he had an illusion. No, it was definitely not an illusion. He rushed over and tore off the plastic bag on Feng Chu's left hand.

"Look, look! It's all rotten!"

Zhao Yuan and the others were unprepared for the photographer's actions at first, and then their faces were full of weirdness.

The photographer was confused by their expressions, and he looked at Feng Chu's left hand.

No rot, just a normal wound.

Is it really an illusion?

The photographer's expression became dazed, and the next moment his pupils shrank suddenly, and he smelled it again, he smelled it again, it was not an illusion!Without even thinking about it, he vigorously pushed Feng Chu away.

The scratch on Feng Chu's left hand hit the sand heavily, causing him to scream in pain.

Zhao Yuan hurriedly pulled him up and looked at the photographer with a dark face: "What are you doing? If you made a mistake, don't apologize, why are you still making a move?"

The photographer had already fallen into a state of madness. He frantically tore off the plastic bag on Feng Chu's right hand, and then grabbed the plastic bag on Feng Chu's knee.

All gone.

Several wounds were exposed to sunlight.

The rubbing on the right hand was more serious than the left, and the knee had a mild infection.

Nothing rotted, nothing.

How could this be?

The photographer's madness was replaced by chaos, and the smell was mixed into his breath, drilling into his lungs. In order to gain the trust of his teammates, he tried his best not to look like a lunatic.

"Didn't you smell it?"

His sense of smell is a little more sensitive than ordinary people, but now that the smell is stronger, others should smell it.

In the eyes of several people, the photographer's operation was really crazy, as if possessed by a ghost. They were all watching him vigilantly, and couldn't hear what he said clearly.

"Stink."

The photographer's voice was a little disturbed, he said: "The smell of rot."

Zhang Jinyang wanted to scold him for having a bad sense of smell, but he couldn't say the words when he got to his lips, he smelled it.

Everyone else had the same face change.

The sea breeze is strong and the air is flowing, and several of them have that smell on their bodies.

Not sure where the source is.

Feng Chu's wound was fine, it wasn't him.

But the rancid smell is still there.

"It's the right arm of the female corpse." Zhao Yuan pointed at the fine sand with a shovel, "It's just underneath, it floated out."

Zhang Jinyang said: "When the two pieces were dug up two days ago, there was no smell."

"That doesn't mean there is no such thing." Zhao Yuan said that he was false.

He knew in his heart that this smell didn't come from the sand, but floated on it, blown by the sea breeze, and seeped into the pores of the few of them continuously.

"Is it a dead fish?" Zhao Yuan looked towards the sea, "or other sea creatures."

"possible."

He Xiangrui agreed: "Biological creatures are the same as human beings, and there is no difference in the smell of decay."

"Like this bug."

He casually picked up a small worm: "It smells like a corpse when it's rotten."

Just strangle it and throw it away.

The atmosphere slowed down, it was indeed what He Xiangrui said.

This is a bathing place. It is normal for any creature to die in the sea and be sent to the shallows by the waves.

The sound of "crack" and "sand" digging sand came to mind again.

The photographer was in a cold sweat.

Zhang Jinyang told him not to be so nervous, and asked him to say something to Feng Chu by the way.

The photographer was the oldest among the group of people. He made a mistake and was very embarrassed, so he didn't open his mouth.

Besides...

Feng Chu didn't seem to care that he was misunderstood one after another, he was still the same.

Zhao Yuan dug the sand for a while, and something flashed through his mind. He stood up in a hurry, ran for a while, and found the corpse of the bug.

More than ten seconds later, Zhao Yuan bit his knuckle hard, directly biting the skin, he suppressed the exclamation that rushed to his throat, and called He Xiangrui calmly, pointing to the corpse of the bug at his feet: "Where are you?" here?"

He Xiangrui didn't understand, so he said, "What's the matter, it's in the sand."

Zhao Yuan gritted his trembling teeth several times, and said every word: "This is a corpse worm!"

The atmosphere that had just slowed down instantly became tense.

"There are corpse bugs..." the photographer sternly said, "I'm just saying I'm not mistaken!"

That was the smell of rotting corpses, and he was right, he was right.

Zhang Jinyang turned over the sand around them, and there were no bugs, so it didn't come from the corpses underneath.

Besides, the top of the skeleton is clean, and bugs will not get inside.

"Did Qingfeng's body float up?"

Zhao Yuan felt that everyone stinks, and so did he. He held back his retching and squinted his eyes to observe the movement by the sea.

He Xiangrui said tremblingly, "Let's leave him alone."

The sea breeze blows the hair around his ears, making it messy.

Zhao Yuan withdrew his scrutiny, and was about to ask Zhang Jinyang if they wanted to take a look, when he caught a glimpse of something, he asked He Xiangrui, "Why did you stuff your ears again?"

He Xiangrui was at a loss: "No."

Zhao Yuan stretched out his finger and said, "It's stuffed, isn't it?"

"It's broad daylight, and I didn't sleep in the tent, what should I stuff?" He Xiangrui touched his ears as he spoke.

I felt a hard touch, it was a ball of paper.

He Xiangrui didn't think about anything, and reflexively pulled out the paper ball with his hand, and he pulled out the paper ball.

Bring out a pool of carrion crawling with corpse worms.