Identity number 019

"" ""

The soft sand is dug, allocated to one side, then it is a shovel.

That sound was rendered in the dark and became clear and endless.

Chen Yingping's legs were somewhat stiff. He made a little bit, and his hood stretched out the radians. There was only his breath in the tent.

Everyone knows that you can't leave the tent in the night, then you will only be ...

"rustle"

A thinner sound is introduced into the Chen Yang Ear film, and he puts two hands in the abdomen.

Is footsteps!

That is the sound of the shoes in a deep shallow step.

Someone walks on the beach.

Chen Yang was tight, and he didn't have blood color in his mouth, he thought it was a ghost in the sand.

Now there is a walk, he is very clear, it will not be wrong.

That is to say, some people have been taken out of the tent.

Chen Yang's finger scrapes the shaving and ice belly, the task tips are that they have to go back to the tent in the future, and they have to stay inside before sunrise.

Then explain that the ghost can't kill them in this time period.

The tents during the day are very dangerous, and they will be killed by ghosts, and the night tents are the safest, and the only safe place.

Chen Yang will want to do anything, this is what he feels that it is difficult to get tonight.

But he is from the tent to now, in addition to hearing the sound of the excavation of the sand and foot, did not find other exceptions, how did the ghost take out, what did it do?

Chen Yang's small range moved to the body of the sweat, the back is wet, itchy, the more strong it, the more strong, he hurts, there is no way to stretch it, and it is uncomfortable.

Just when Chen Yong didn't think it was behind the tent, the excavation of the excavation of the "" outside was stopped.

At the same time, the wind is gone, the sound of the waves is gone.

The whole bath is like a dead, a corpse.

The heart in the chamber of Chen Yugo stopped, he is lying in a position, and it is forcibly closed the eyelashes.

At this time, his imagination was enriched to let him want to swear.

Chen Yong felt that someone walked to his tent, his neck stretched over, full of blood.

He also felt that he was lying alone.

The rotten and humid touch is really sticky to his skin.

Illusion appeared.

He heard a voice in his ear, sighing: "It's so stuffy, I am breathed."

.

I have to breathe.

Chen Yang's face was parsing, he turned into a machine, and his arm stretched in a dark black.

I didn't touch anything.

Chen Yang has exhaled a breath. After the next second, I feel cold, he adjusts his sleep again, and changed back to the previous flat.

That's it, this is better than the side of the side.

There is no movement in other tents, I don't know what the situation they are now, I have heard the previous voice.

Chairdown? His pockets have a puzzle and fragment, will not ...

Thinking of this, Chen Yang's breath can't control the disrupture, will not be a tent?

It should not be, it will not be him, Chen Yang's eyebrows are tight, and there is a green gluten on the neck of wet and cold.

""

The familiar sound is unpacking, and the death of the bath is therefore broken.

I started again, the people outside once again digged the sand.

Chen Yang covered with his arm on the epidopeous eyelids, quietly opened his eyes.

Is it a rest?

Still, that person dug in the sand, did not come out to continue to dig?

Chen Yuan has dug the sand and licks the fear. He remembers the simplicity of the dramatic, you can only talk to the time before sunrise.

That is, there is a shining outside.

Chen Yong smashed the eyes below the arm slowly opened, and half eyes came to the tent.

No shiny.

Chen Yang immediately took the eyes back to the arm, and he continued to have a couch.

When several to seventy, that person is still digging.

What to dig ...

When the number of Chen Yuan is one hundred, it is completely wet, and he takes down the arm covered with his eyes.

I forgotten my eyes closed, a little smaller into the pupil.

Chen Yuan can't prevent it, I'm still moving a stiff eyelid. Is it before the sunrise?

Can you talk?

Chen Yang's scorpion is a little bit itchy. He swallows the cough in time, and then the throat is more itchy, and he endures his body's blood.

"Stay!"

The shout of the young people is like.

The hoarseness is difficult to throw, only two words, but wrapped up with peace of mind.

In the eyes of Chen Ying, he is simply outside. He is telling yourself, but it can't go out, but you can talk. So Chen Yang no longer coughs: "Cough! Cough! Cough ... Cough and cough ..."

The sound of the excavation of the sand is doped with the cough, half of the Chinese, half of the people.

No other voice.

Chen Yang coughed for a while, his face was rough, and it was still a slight light outside the tent. He didn't dare to open the tent, afraid to see a face.

There is no need to go in the tent, people outside the tent are still digging sand.

Who is not clear.

Chen Yang is gone, he asked the photographer without.

The voice of the photographer sounded: "I am."

Chen Yang is a big change, because the sound is passed from him.

But he is the first, the right side is empty, the photographer is on the left, how can it be ...

Chen Yang tightly asked: "Who is on the left?"

"it's me."

A clear voice came from the tent.

It is a long breeze.

Chen Yang's temple fiercely jumped, and the breeze tent was born in the day, he was in the penultimate.

I can almost count my one with himself.

Now they have been together.

The position of the tent is changed!

Others have continued to learn this, no one knows that they are inquiries.

This phenomenon can wait until the sunrise, the most important thing is that it is not in the tent.

Maybe you can shout back.

Chen Yong said: "Breeze, you will then ask."

The breeze is not a Taoist, not to catch the ghosta, he is afraid, just like the tight string after entering the tent, not relaxing in a second, not to mention.

This will be a breeze is also afraid, he is smashing his own thigh: "Which one is next to me?"

no sound.

Chen Yong has a sense of sensing: "Dynamic, is it you, I heard me back to me."

This time I sounded an extremely unpleasant voice: "What is it, I am not saying it?"

Chen Yang's face smoked, and he was just a tent, so he didn't hear it before.

Next, a sound floated from the tent, and everyone will determine who it is with each other by this method, which is not in the tent.

Soon, that person slammed the water.

It is Fengchu!

It is not in the tent.

He was taken out by the ghost, and he was digging the sand and dug for a long time.

"How can I be Feng Ji!"

The tent position is changed to Zhao Yuan, who is next to Feng.

Zhao Yuan's Zhang Jinyang smashed than him: "What do you mean, what do you think, should you be the other of our people?"

"I didn't say this." Zhao Yuan was in the tent, "It is not a quarrel now."

"Let's see if you can call it back."

The beam is anxious and yelling: "Let's come back! Feng Xia! Feng Xia! Come back?"

"Feng Xia!"

The beam why: "Don't stay outside, can't be like that, Feng Xia, you wake up!"

The breeze of one of the three teams also shouted: "Fengchu, fast back to the tent!"

They shouted, I shouted.

After that, it is other tasks. Everyone is shouting Feng, and I want to shout him and shout him back.

However, they called for a long time.

The sound of the excavation of the sand continues.

The sound mixed with the clue, his scorpion shouted buds.

It is spread with bloody desperation.

Feng Express is not coming.

I don't know when the tent is strong. Chen Yang has no mobile phone. I don't know how much. He is closer, and it is impossible to determine whether it is sunrise.

There is a sand, and some people come over.

That footsteps are getting closer and closer, and finally stopped in front of his tent.

It is Fengchu!

What do he want to do?

Chen Yang's eyes are congested, as long as he is not going out in the tent, the other party will not come.

One second, two seconds, three seconds ...

There is no movement in the tent.

The heart of Chen Yang suddenly took the tent, and he slammed the tent.

The young people went to see him against the gratitude.

Chen Yang didn't know how to be a little guilty. He grabbed his mouth before the opponent. It was quite a strong word to win the meaning: "You have to test our tacit understanding, you can't be at this time, people can scare people."

A brighter smile: "You can't even hear the voice of my way."

The teenager did not give face, no more than a matter of time, Chen Yang was drafted from the movements from the tent. He left carefully to clear cough.

The people who are embarrassed walk, they must first raise the cane, followed by a foot, which is different from the people who are free.

Chen Yang tightly took a night, did not hear it for a while.

There is a brief lead, everyone else leaves the tent behind him.

They are all likelihood.

"Brother!" Zhao Yuan ran two big long legs all the way, and he is now more detrimental to Chen Yang.

Chen Yang came up, he smashed what his face was in the face.

Wen Qing came out of the tent in the middle of Zhao Yuan, the eyes of the eyebrows, the white shirt dirty, the two palms on the side of the trousers were injured, and there were some blood on the knees of one leg.

The fine noisy sound before the tent disappears.

Everyone is all staring at that person.

Feng first rolled with a shirt sleeve, strangely said: "What happened? What do you do?"

He said that he went to everyone, and the timid He Xiangrui wanted to retreat and did not dare to separate with the team, and the strong body trembles.

"How do you ..." Feng Xia saw that everyone is wrong, he stopped in the distance not far, and half of the arms of the sleeves rolled down.

Chen Yang is astronomical: "Are you always in the tent?"

Feng Xia said: "Yes."

Into the sound of four.

Chen Yang also asked Feng Ji: "Haven't come out?"

"What do I do out?" Feng Chu said, "I can't come out at night, this is taboos, I know, how can I still do so."

He Xiangrui lost his voice under fear: "Why don't you come back when we call you?"

"Do you call me?" Feng Xu touched the hair of the hair, "I died, I didn't hear it."

No one speaks.

I can't hear it for dying? How many sounds did they shouted?

Especially the bell name, I shouted so much ...

Chen Yang suddenly asked: "Is the bell name?"

"The bell name did not come out?" He followed the sound, his eyes went to the tent.

Everyone thinks that I didn't see the beam.

When He Xiangrui remembered the position, the bell name was in his left. He shouted several times before going to the other's tent.

"Zhong name? Zhong name!"

He Xiangrui stared: "No, no sound."

Zhao Yuan squatted two times the name of the tent, which still did not respond.

No, there is no in the tent.

Zhong name is not.

This is a signal that makes the skinny numbness. Everyone realizes what it is, and the breathing is stretched.

"Digging the sand ..."

Chen Yongzhao is a drastic cane, thinking, he is in vain: "The sound of the sand is coming from behind!"

He pulled his tent to the tent, shouting while walking: "Go to find it, there must be a place to be dug."

Others have active.

Not much time, they gathered at one after the tent.

They are a big sand pit, and there is a corpse.

I am squatting, the head is facing, the back bow is, like what to find, desperately drilling down.

Hoodie, casual pants, microcolle hair.

It is a beam.