After lighting two bonfires and eating fragrant roasted corn, several people discussed it and decided to rest for another night, after all, they had three injuries in the car, and it was easy to stay up late to drive. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

When Wei Dongcheng was collecting weapons, he brought back some wilderness survival supplies, including tents and sleeping bags.

Last night, everyone just escaped from death, did not consider the comfort problem, nested in the car to deal with it all night, now far away from the city of Yang, after eating a full meal, almost sleep comfortably, Yan Zhen gave the car to the injured number, Wei Dongcheng instructed him to set up two tents, Sun Guobin's father and daughter, and he and potato chips each slept on one.

In late autumn, it was dark early, Yan Zhen sat by the fire for a while, then went back to the tent and got into the sleeping bag to rest, and the potato chips followed, but he couldn't lie down, and he tossed and turned in the sleeping bag like a pancake, and he couldn't sleep for a moment if the paradise didn't announce the results.

"Huh? Brother Yan, don't sleep, in case half of the nightpark announces the result of the mission! Potato chips reached out and pushed Yan Zhen.

"What's the panic, it's a big deal to lose your life, it's useless if you're in a hurry, sleep." Yan Zhen turned over, turned his back to the potato chips and continued to sleep, he didn't worry about the potato chips, he knew that he had picked up one life, and now like him, he had two lives.

Maybe he went to bed too early at night, but he woke up in the early hours of the next morning, and woke up to find that it was still before dawn, and the snoring of the potato chips next to him was loud.

Yan Zhen looked at his watch, the fluorescent hands were fixed at 1 o'clock in the morning, and he had only slept for six hours, and he had not felt a trace of tiredness.

After these six hours of sleep, his body was completely tired, and he was full of energy and energy, and he only had the same energetic state as a teenager.

He was so energetic that he didn't want to continue sleeping, so he took out his phone and looked at it.

The login account is still Bao Bo's, and he was not punished?!

The back of the taskbar shows (Completed), and his task is actually completed, which is simply inexplicable......

He thought he would be punished, but the potato chips shouldn't be punished in turn, right?

Yan Zhen thought of this, heard the earth-shattering snoring sound next to him, and secretly scolded himself for being stupid, how can a dead person make such a loud snoring?

He opened the door of the tent, the RV was in front of them, and the other people in the car should be sleeping, Yan Zhen walked to the middle of the road and looked up at the night sky, at this time the sky was blocked by dense clouds, and there was no moonlight.

Suddenly, he heard a small sound, which seemed to be the sound of water, which he did not pay attention to during the day, and it was only in the dead of night that the sound could be caught by the human ear.

Yan Zhen walked in search of the sound, passing through a large cornfield, and sure enough, there was a small river on the edge of the cornfield, the river was very narrow, but the river was still clear.

The temperature of the autumn night was low, but Yan Zhen didn't care at all, he was covered in dust and building debris, and although he had been roughly cleaned, he still felt that the smell of the monster's body was still sticking to his body.

The cold river water soaked his skin and gave him goosebumps, and he insisted on washing his hair and face, even his coat and shirt.

"Hey~" The abrupt cry made Yan Zhen turn around and kick it, but this kick was empty.

"You're getting quicker!" Little 7 hugged a corn stalk and swayed it in the wind.

Yan Zhen beckoned to it and said, "What about you acting in horror movies in the middle of the night?" ”

Little 7 jumped up to him a few times, stretched his limbs and did the usual moves that a diver does on a springboard, and then jumped into the river.

The plush chinchilla was backstroke, butterfly swimming, and free swimming on the river for a while, having a lot of fun, and complaining: "I ran out to take a bath, no matter how much I am a life-saver, I said a few days ago that I have a crush on me, liars, and men are liars!" ”

Yan Zhen knew that if he picked her up, it might lead to more bloody content, so he simply didn't say anything, Totoro was originally he gave Xiao 7 a temporary replacement for his body, and he would replace it in the next city, so he didn't bring it to wash it together, but listening to Xiao 7's tone, it was not angry at all, it was just joking, so there was no need to explain.

Xiao 7 had enough fun, he took a shower and twisted 360 degrees left and 360 degrees right in mid-air, Yan Zhen realized that it was wringing out the water by himself, and he felt very happy.

"Bring it!" Xiao 7 finished screwing himself and stretched out his hand towards Yan Zhen.

"What?" Yan Zhen asked inexplicably.

"Give me the clothes." Little 7 urged.

Yan Zhenxin said that he wanted to twist clothes, and his hand strength was no worse than it, and with its current little arms and legs, I am afraid that he would not be able to do it.

Thinking of handing over the clothes to Little 7 who jumped on the shore, Little 7 continued to wave at him and said, "Stay away and go to the cornfield!" ”

Yan Zhen did so, walked into the middle of the corn stalk, and saw Xiao 7 carrying a coat in one hand and a shirt in the other, spinning rapidly in mid-air, and the water droplets flew away in an instant, Yan Zhen was happy, what is this? Automatic dehydrator!

The coat didn't dry so fast, and the shirt could be worn half-dry, although Yan Zhen was very interesting to watch Xiao 7 act as a dehydrator, he didn't want it to use its energy on it, so he interrupted it after watching it for a while.

Wearing a wet shirt on an autumn night, this feeling is extremely sour, and the breeze blows, and it is heart-warming!

Walking back to the tent, Yan Zhen draped his coat on the top of the tent, he got back into the sleeping bag, covered his shirt outside the sleeping bag, Xiao 7 held back for a day and was clamoring to move, Yan Zhen let it go out to move freely while others were still sleeping.

At three o'clock in the morning, Yan Zhen received a new mission from the park, and the task distribution time of the park is now extremely uncertain, and the end time has become confusing, which makes people worry and can't figure out its routine.

[You will enter the same area with five writers, people and locations are randomly generated, please collect at least three new lives within the specified time limit, require writers not to kill each other with their own hands, and the way of death must be reasonable, if the identity of the writer is exposed in the middle of the task, it will be considered a failure, and the qualification of this round of tasks will be cancelled (other writers also apply to this rule), and the task will be punished after the end.] There is no limit to the number of words, and the time limit is until the first snow. Tips: The content of the task must not be disclosed, once it is known by the second person, both of them will be disqualified from the task at the same time! ]

A murderous game of hide and seek!

Yan Zhen stared at the top of the tent for a while, he felt that the last prompt was to warn him, look at the potato chips that slept soundly, Paradise definitely knew that the two of them were together.

Five writers are in the same area, at least three lives, when he saw the first sentence, Yan Zhen thought about joining forces with potato chips, but now it is obviously not possible, assuming that potato chips will also receive the same task, they can't cooperate without letting each other know.

Do you want to separate it from potato chips?

Yan Zhen thought about it for a long time, the morning sun rose, and he also made a decision, although it was cold in the north, it would not rain at the end of September in the past, and it could be a perversion of the paradise, and it was normal for snow to fall in June.

So, in terms of time constraints, he can't be too optimistic.