fishing cliff

Hearing Yan Zong's words, the single tree in Luo Xin's heart instantly turned into a broad road, whispering softly: "I only like you...you must also only like me." At the end, he was surprised that there was still food in his mouth, Hastily chewed and swallowed it, but didn't taste it.

When the two returned to the solitary building with long and short shadows, Nie Heng and the three were still sitting around the dining table and chatting. After saying hello, I went upstairs to rest.

Nie Heng endured and endured, but still stabbed a few words in a lukewarm manner: "It's past seven o'clock, even if there is no danger outside, we should consider everyone's limited resources. It would be fun to waste the candles."

Luo Xin felt that he had nothing to do with Yan Zong, and was about to refute, but heard Jiang Rou say: "You said that you were worried that they would wait for people here to come back, and you would always say something nasty when you saw them, so why bother?"

The words that had rushed down his throat were swallowed again, thinking of how much Nie Heng had taken care of him in the past, Luo Xin felt helpless mixed with a trace of guilt: "It's already late today, I have to take a shower and wash clothes, find a time tomorrow, we should have a good time." Make some things clear."

Nie Heng felt apprehensive, and hoped that he could persuade Luo Xin to change his mind. He made up his mind to list his words tonight, so that the other party would be unable to refute.

The clothes were stained with a lot of dirt, and it was very useless to clean them with soap. Luo Xin's mood gradually became lower after washing, and he sighed in his heart: "Nie Heng is right. Now all the things we have on hand are consumables. I waste a lot on my own selfish desires, and I am irresponsible to others.”

Yan Zong listened to him sigh and asked, Luo Xin said the idea exactly, but it caused a laugh.

"You are too soft-hearted. When others say it, you put it in your heart. Just rest assured, we won't stay here for too long."

Luo Xin was taken aback, and his face was full of nervousness: "Don't talk nonsense! People don't know what to think when they hear it."

"It's useless to think too much without proof, I'm just stating the facts. Food, daily necessities, tableware, etc., everything here is prepared according to the share of the first eight people. In layman's terms, if the purpose of the prisoner is to get Damn everyone, as long as we don't offer anything, we'll be messing ourselves up in a few days."

"Then, what exactly is he trying to do?" Luo Xin will never forget his connection with this island, as long as this mystery is not solved for a day, he will never feel at ease.

"I have no idea of ​​the specific purpose for the time being, but I believe that this person or this group does not want to kill everyone. When he achieves his goal, maybe we can leave naturally."

"Then let them do whatever they want?"

"Of course not. It's just that the murderer is the one who strikes first. We'd better wait and see what happens. We'll break through when he reveals more flaws. Are we afraid we won't be able to find a way to leave the island then?"

Yan Zong intended to comfort Luo Xin, but the more he talked about this man's complexion, the worse he pulled out the shirt that was deformed by his fingers, and rubbed it in his basin: "You don't have to think about it, what kind of candle soap, just use it up. Instead of worrying about this, it is better to use your brain not to let the murderer go, it is serious."

"As long as you're here, I can always feel at ease." Luo Xin was both happy and uneasy, his heart was loose and pounding, and he pressed against Yan Zong's shaking arm, not afraid of hindering people's movements, secretly gritted his teeth and thought: "Who cares?" Who he is, anyway, has nothing to do with me! I hope Minden is smart enough to escape and leave, so that no one else can find out about me. There are thousands of coincidences in the world, and this one is not bad."

After washing and messing around, it was almost nine o'clock, and the two of them went back to their room and went to bed. There was another chatter about the past and the future, but when it was around eleven o'clock, Luo Xin obviously felt empty in his stomach, tossing and turning. Can't sleep either.

Yan Zong slowly realized something was wrong, and got up in surprise: "Stomach hurts?"

"No, it's just that I didn't eat enough for dinner..." Luo Xin licked his lower lip, very embarrassed.

Yan Zong heaved a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "I thought the seafood was spoiled, but luckily it's just that the little pig is hungry."

It makes sense when you think about it. Luoxin couldn't eat much for breakfast, and his appetite at noon was average. At night, because the food he made was too little, most of it was given to Yan Zong. In addition, he walked back and forth, lit a fire and went into the sea, without stopping for a moment. Now, even Yan Zong himself felt empty in his stomach after talking about it.

"Get up, go down and I'll make something to fill my stomach."

"Forget it, what time is it, you don't mind the trouble."

Yan Zong knew that he was wrong, so he lifted the quilt first and put on the suit pants. Luo Xin rolled his eyes and saw two white shirts spread out on the table. He smiled and jumped out of bed to put on his pants. Go out the door with your upper body.

Luo Xin held Yan Zong's hand very close, and said in a low voice, "Oh, let's keep our voice down, it's embarrassing for people to see him without clothes."

Although a big man is not afraid of being looked at by others, and he didn't do it on purpose, Luo Xin just doesn't want Yan Zong to let others take advantage of him.

"Who else will see it at night?"

"Who knows if Jiang Rou will come out to wander around in the middle of the night? Didn't she come out last night to scare people!"

The two-story staircase in the joking room had already descended to the end, Yan Zong walked a little ahead with a candle in his hand, and quickly approached the kitchen.

Luo Xin's right hand was suddenly pinched and pulled, and he couldn't help but slammed into Yan Zong's back. Before he could react, he heard the other party shout in a low voice: "Don't move!"

It's not that Luo Xin didn't want to do it, it's just that his body was a step ahead of his head, and almost at the same time he poked his head out to look forward, and asked in confusion: "What's wrong...ah!"

In the dark place ten steps ahead of Yan Zong, there was a person lying on his back on the ground. His body was separated by the waist, half of the kitchen was inside and outside.

"Lu Yu, it's Lu Yu! Was he killed?"

Yan Zong turned around and passed Luo Xin around, and led him upstairs: "Go and call someone."

Yan Zong had a clear goal. He came to Nie Heng's room first and knocked on the door. Nie Heng probably hadn't fallen asleep yet. He opened the door when he heard Luo Xin's call and was too late to put on his pants. After Yan Zong explained in a few words, he was shocked.

"Go with Luo Xin and call Jiang Rou and Yang Jing. I'll go down and check the body first."

"Don't go!" Luo Xin said urgently, "What are you going to do again?"

"We left too hastily just now, maybe Lu Yu can still be saved, listen to my arrangement!" Yan Zong's serious expression was not a joke, he turned around and left before Luo Xin could speak again.

Luo Xin couldn't help it, so he urged Nie Heng to enter the room to get dressed and knock on the door of Jiang Rou's room next door, but Jiang Rou couldn't open the door quickly after responding, Luo Xin yelled: "I'll go up and call Sister Yang, and you will explain to her later! "

Never thought that Yang Jing's clothes were the most difficult to wear, and when they hurried downstairs, they were already the last.

Four candles illuminated the surrounding area, Luo Xin could see the door clearly at the moment, but fortunately there were so many people, he didn't think it was very scary, Lu Yu's right leg fell off the glass pot lid, most likely he wanted to get something to eat, but suddenly Misfortune happened.

Compared with the death of Yao Wenbing and Fan Yichao, Lu Yu's situation now looks more like a sudden myocardial infarction-related illness, but the scene is quite normal.

Yang Jing seemed to have just fallen asleep and was woken up again, her complexion was extremely bad, she rubbed her eyebrows and asked, "Why did Lu Yu die in the kitchen in the middle of the night? Mr. Yan, how did you find out?"

"I think the reason may be the same." After Yan Zong finished his observation, he stood up and moved his legs, "Luo Xin and I actually didn't get much out of the barbecue at night, and what we replenished was far from what we consumed. We were so hungry that we couldn't sleep. Let's come down together to make some supper. As for Lu Yu, he hasn't eaten all day, so his body may not be able to withstand it even more."

"Lu Yu had an extra meal at one o'clock in the afternoon. I cooked the food. After eating, we went out for a walk." Yang Jing recalled the time carefully, "He probably didn't eat anything after that, after dinner The three of us waited for you and Luo Xin to sit at the dining table until around 07:30, I think Lu Yu couldn't bear the shame, and after we went back to our rooms, we came down to make food by ourselves."

"Almost." Yan Zong agreed, "The body is still warm, but the muscles have begun to stiffen, the hair is standing upright, but the skin has not turned black, and death should be within two or three hours. It is basically certain that this is the first scene. .”

"So Lu Yu's death was an accident and has nothing to do with everyone?" I'm afraid only Luo Xin is so naive here.

Seeing that the rest of the people were silent, Yang Jing couldn't hold back a sneer, and squinted at Jiang Rou: "Accident? I think it's man-made. I didn't scare anyone to death last night. Let's continue to work hard tonight."

No matter what others say, Jiang Rou remains as unmoved as a mountain, turning her face away and said in disdain: "Let's show the evidence."

Luo Xin couldn't get used to this group of people talking about conspiracy theories at every turn. With a flicker of wit, he said loudly: "This time you are wrong! He is really sick. Could it be that he will be scared by the wall and the pot?"

Yan Zong looked thoughtfully, turned around, frowned and thought: "That's right, it seems that Lu Yu had a heart attack when he lifted the lid of the pot to cook vegetables, so it is reasonable for the lid to fall to his feet, and then the stiffness of his limbs gradually disappeared. Consciousness, fell back on the ground."

"Look, he has one hand in his trouser pocket, he must be trying to take out the medicine bottle! Maybe he didn't have time to get it, let me take a look." The more Luo Xin said, the more he felt that he had grasped the truth. He strode close to the corpse, bent over Probe, and feel in Lu Yu's right trouser pocket.

"Luo Xin!" Yan Zong stopped angrily, but it was too late, as a small brown medicine bottle was taken out, a piece of paper folded in half floated out.