On November 19, Baisha Island, abandoned house in Zhangjia Village, more than 6 o'clock in the morning.

The cold wind took away Chu Xiaohe's body temperature, and the blood was cold and coagulated.

Ning Qing gently put her down, and her heart was full of thoughts.

He had been secretly watching her fight Zhang Guangsheng at the top of the stairs.

didn't help because he felt that the other party should have other means to deal with Zhang Guangsheng.

He was not an executioner, and he never wanted to kill her to such an extent.

Chu Xiaohe finally ended up like this, and he can only say that time is also fate.

Calculate and calculate, and finally calculate yourself.

At this moment, thinking of the picture with Chu Xiaohe all the way, he couldn't tell which character was the true face of the other party.

Maybe it's all or maybe it's neither.

The same is true for others.

Eight people walked together, plus a thief Zhang Jiaming, but in the end, only Ning Qing was left alive.

He still has many questions,

Why are all the people along the way the murderers?

Is it a coincidence?

And how did Zhang Guangsheng shed his skin?

Why is Chu Xiaohe clear about these things?

Why bother to calculate everyone?

What did you do with cards before you died?

He didn't know the answers to those questions.

But it doesn't matter anymore, people die like lights going out, yes or no, there is no point in continuing to delve into it.

"Brother Lin borrowed a cigarette and will pay you back today next year."

Ning Qing took out a pack of crumpled cigarettes from Lin Yu's trouser pocket, and his words were full of gloom.

Cha!

The iron wheel hit the flint, the spark burst out, and the fire machine burst into flames.

Holding the cigarette between his slender fingers, he took a deep breath in his mouth, wisps of smoke coming out of his chest.

Sitting on the ground with his back against the wall, he looked at Chu Xiaohe and Lin Yu who were lying flat, and then moved his eyes to the rainy night outside the window.

His eyes were gloomy, and no one knew what he was thinking at the moment.

Whew-

Another puff of smoke erupted from his nose, his chin lifted lightly, his neck straightened, and he stared at the ceiling of the corridor in a daze.

Alas!

Liu Yuan, Liu Yuan!

What did you do on the island before you died, and who killed you!

As this sigh walked away, full of sleepiness hit, and the deaf eyelids were almost unable to open.

He felt so tired... Tired...

I don't know if it's physical or mental and psychological that is tired.

Maybe it's a bit of all three.

The cigarette burns very slowly, and the long gray-white ash hangs on the cigarette butt without falling, and invisible white smoke continues to fill the air.

Long.

The sparks went out, and the soot was scattered on the ground, mingling with the dust on the floor, and only the lone cigarette butt was still in the slender fingers.

He had long since fallen asleep.

...

......

Tick~

Tick~

Bang!

A giant bolt of lightning streaked across the sky, illuminating everything.

The raindrops are getting heavier and heavier, and the wind is getting more and more urgent.

Ning Qing woke up from her sleep and rubbed her blurred vision.

He took out a cigarette from the crumpled cigarette case and held it in his mouth without any image, like an old cigarette gun that has been smoking for many years.

Cha!

The cigarette was lit and Meimei took a puff.

Well?

What about cigarettes?

Ning Qing came back to her senses from her sleepy eyes, and was immediately stunned again.

The cigarette he had just smoked was just an instinctive action he had imagined, and there were no cigarette cases, cigarettes, or lighters in his hands.

Where did it go?

Could it be that you are sleeping?

Scratching his head in bewilderment, he didn't seem to have fully recovered from his chaotic consciousness.

What time is it?

He looked down at the watch in his hand and put it down.

Oh... 1:42 p.m.

It's been so long that it's time to leave.

As he thought about it, he stood up with one arm on the floor, and then, a look of shock flashed across his face in an instant.

This is...

and at great speed he pulled his body to the window, his pupils staring through the narrow gap, staring at the scene outside.

It wasn't dawn yet, and it was as dark as ever.

The rain was still falling, as fierce as ever.

The wind is still howling, as merciless as ever.

It's 1:42 a.m. in the middle of the night, not 1:42 p.m.!

The surprise that this awakening brought to him was tantamount to a major earthquake.

Why hasn't the typhoon passed yet?

After landfall, typhoons generally only stay in one area for a maximum of 2 to 3 hours before roaring over the territory.

It was 19 hours from 6 a.m. to 1:42 a.m. the next morning.

It is obviously not in accordance with the laws of nature, and it seems that it has been staying and refusing to leave since landing on the desert island.

The scariest thing is...

He turned around slowly, the corners of his eyes narrowed slightly, the hairs on his back stood up, and goosebumps fell to the ground.

The bodies of Lin Yu and Chu Xiaohe ———— disappeared!

Thinking back to the act of smoking when he woke up, he was sure that it was no accident.

It's scary to think about.

There's still someone in the house!

While he was asleep, he moved the bodies of Lin Yu and Chu Xiaohe, and even took away the cigarettes in his hands.

Who is it?

Wang Guangsheng?

Zhang Jiaming?

Feng Hou?

Corrie?

Wan Kun?

Yao Silian?

Lin Yu?

Chu Xiaohe?

Is someone among them playing dead?

No, it's not!

shook his head in self-denial, and guessed that he had been killed one after another.

It can't be them!

He had carefully identified each corpse.

There is no pulse, body temperature is lost, and some people are even fatally wounded, and there is no possibility of suspended animation.

Zhang Guangsheng?

Not right either.

He saw with his own eyes that Zhang Guangsheng turned into a black mist and dissipated in front of his eyes, locked in the card.

The brows furrowed deeper and deeper, and after thinking about it again and again, I finally remembered the point that had been overlooked.

What did Chu Xiaohe's actions before he die mean?

What did you do with the cards?

Could it be that Zhang Guangsheng was released?

But that doesn't make sense.

Although he didn't know what Chu Xiaohe wanted to do with the cards, he knew very well that the other party wanted to kill his obsession.

If Zhang Guangsheng is released, it is obviously not in line with the current situation.

19 hours is enough time for countless rounds of hide-and-seek.

If Zhang Guangsheng really still exists, then Ning Qing has been caught to death countless times in his sleep.

Moreover, carrying the corpse also violates the behavioral logic of Zhang Guangsheng's strange existence.

Who the hell is it?

Countless thoughts passed away in his mind, and the pictures of memories were searched and scraped.

It's been a long time, but I still don't have a clue.

Suddenly, the ear muscles twitched slightly, and then the corners of his eyes narrowed slightly, and he instantly became expressionless.

Really!

There were other people in the house, and... More than one!

A faint sound of conversation reached his ears, and his eyes followed the erratic source of the sound, instantly locking the staircase.

First floor!

Who will it be? What will be the identity?

Holding these unknown thoughts, Ning Qing gently pulled out the saber pinned to his mountaineering boots, put it in his hand and held it tightly.

In order to avoid startling the grass, he didn't even dare to turn on the flashlight, and walked forward step by step in the darkness with the bright light of the lightning burst.

It's close...

It's getting closer...

He silently descended to the first floor, hiding in the corner of the entrance, his body pressed against the wall and remained motionless.

Separated by just one wall, the fire in the lobby was faintly visible, and the sounds of conversation were so clearly audible as they were close.

But the look of shock on his face grew stronger.

Until... Walk straight out of the corner of the hallway and into the lobby.

"Yo, Brother Mu only went up for a few minutes and woke up? Could it be that you regret it and want a piece of the pie? ”