The flower messenger is the closest to the goddess, and it can be said that he is inseparable from each other. The two came together and were in a relationship, and the probability of contradictions between them should be the greatest, and this logic is no problem.

Besides, they left the camp together to take pictures, and now that the goddess is dead, the flower messenger can't escape the relationship even if he says anything.

But judging from what I have observed in the past two days, this flower messenger is like a knight who is loyal to the goddess all day long, always guarding the princess, and takes care of it meticulously, and it doesn't seem like there is any contradiction at all.

Is it all pretending? It's like that nasty Hua Wuji said, is it a thief shouting to catch a thief?! Is this related to the disappearance of the photo maniac?

All of a sudden, my head was messed up and I felt like things were getting confusing.

Zhou Tianming took out his mobile phone to take pictures, he took pictures very carefully, not only photographing the corpse and the evidence left at the scene, but also the surrounding dark ground, and constantly asked us to help him hold a flashlight for lighting.

The light pillar of the flashlight and the flash of the mobile phone flickered continuously, revealing a trace of weirdness in the silent jungle.

Then, Zhou Tianming began to touch the corpse with his surgical gloved hand, and tried to pull out the branch that had been inserted into the goddess's shame.

The flower messenger seemed to be crazy, he rushed forward and hugged Zhou Tianming, and roared: "Don't touch her!" ”

Zhou Tianming coldly pushed him away and said word by word.

"Don't you want to know who killed her? If you want to know, don't mess around! ”

The messenger wilted, and he lay on the ground and wept loudly, tearing his heart out.

In front of everyone's eyes, Zhou Tianming took out the branch. He looked at it carefully for a long time, seemed to frown, and then used his mobile phone to focus on the branch and take several photos in a row.

After all this was done, Zhou Tianming stood up and told everyone that there were obvious traces of drag on the ground around here, and it should not be the first scene of the crime.

He followed the trail and soon came to the beach.

The trail of drag was gone, and the tide had risen up, refreshing the sand, with the smell of dampness churning, and hiding all the clues.

All of us searched for a long time at the behest of Sunday, and finally found another beach shoe of the goddess by a reef.

After some tossing, the time has come to nine o'clock in the evening. Zhou Tianming looked at his watch, sighed, and said that there were only these clues that could be found, so let's carry the body back to the camp first.

Carrying the dead is not something that everyone is willing to do.

Especially when I think that a few hours ago, this goddess was still a lively beauty, but at this moment, she turned into a cold corpse, and the huge contrast between the front and back made people feel an indescribable horror.

Don't look at Da Xiong, a strong guy who is more than 1.9 meters tall, but he obviously hasn't experienced this kind of thing, and the whole person is a little trembling. He didn't even dare to look at the corpse of the goddess, and said I'm sorry, I really don't dare to touch it.

In the end, it was two Yanbian guys who carried the body and followed us back to the camp.

The flower messenger was overly sad, his emotions had collapsed, and he collapsed on the ground like a mass of loose sand. The fat man and I were on his left and right.

His feet were weak, and he fell on the beach several times, and he didn't realize that the hard shells had broken his face.

As the body was carried back, the camp exploded instantly.

The mermaid began to sob, and her thin body fell together in Maruko's arms, not knowing whether she was sad or frightened. The enthusiastic eldest sister covered her chest, she didn't dare to look at the corpse of the goddess, and her expression became a little trance.

Hua Wuji's face was pale, and he paced back and forth by the campfire, obviously nervous. Only the orange cat was not afraid and came over to help.

We took the goddess's sleeping bag out of the tent, spread it on the beach, and put a plastic sheet on top of the corpse supported by four branches, which was a simple morgue pergola.

Sitting down in front of the campfire again, everyone was silent, and the silent light of the fire danced, reflecting the worried faces.

Just last night, we were still singing and dancing, but today it is like experiencing a catastrophe, tension, anxiety and panic shrouded this deserted island in the East China Sea at night, the strange atmosphere is permeating, and fear is shrouded in everyone's hearts......

The flower messenger was confused, couldn't sit well, was poured a bowl of boiling water boiled with ginger slices by everyone, and it was smeared with oil essence and shook for a long time before he finally came to his senses, and began to tell what happened intermittently.

He said that he and the goddess left the camp around 4 p.m., and that his intention was just to go to the beach and take a few pictures.

The blue, clear tide rushes onto the shore, and the beach is beautiful, with seabirds soaring through the air from time to time. The goddess was in high spirits and kept posing for him to take pictures.

They walked along the beach, laughing and laughing, and before they knew it, they had gone far and arrived at the location of the island chain on the edge of the desert island.

At night, these island chains look like small pieces of land of only a dozen square meters, but during the day, the area that emerges from the water is relatively large, crawling with starfish and shells, like a miniature island.

The messenger felt that they seemed to be walking too far from the camp, but the goddess had the idea of standing on the island chain to take pictures, and said that if she found a good angle, she would look like she was walking on the sea.

The flower messenger couldn't resist the goddess, so he had to see her carrying her skirt and flowing in the not deep sea water to the island chain, squatting down far away and starting to shoot her.

For the sake of framing, he was a little far away from the goddess.

Before he could take a few shots, he saw that the expression on the goddess's face seemed to become strange, waving her hand at him, and her mouth seemed to be shouting something, but it was too far away, and there was a sea breeze, and he couldn't hear it clearly.

Then, the messenger felt footsteps behind him, as if someone was coming. Before he could turn back, someone covered his mouth and nose with something like a cotton cloth from behind, and his eyes turned black and he fainted.

When he woke up again, the messenger only felt dizzy and in a trance, and it was dark around him, and it was no longer a beach, but in a dense forest.

The corpse of the goddess was lying not far from him, already cold, and the frightened body was strangely stuck with a branch! I don't know what kind of birds are cooing in the forest, one after another, and the tone is permeating, like a wild ghost crying......

The flower messenger was so frightened that he ran around in the jungle for a long time before he ran back to the beach, and stumbled all the way back to the camp from memory.

As the sadness spread, the Flower Messenger began to howl again, his voice hoarse, and his body trembling terribly.