Witch, Open Your Eyes

Two people lay on the floor of the lobby on the first floor.

Outside the window, the sky was gradually brightening, and the weather that had been gloomy for a few days suddenly showed signs of clearing. The villa had been suffocating for a few days, and the few remaining creatures were already exhausted. Suddenly a ray of sunlight broke, and everyone felt relieved.

If you can, stop dying. Fang Daichuan thought so, bullying forward and looking at the people lying on the ground.

Yang Song had been dead for a long time, his body was stiff, foam and blood rushed out from his mouth, dried up, and his body twisted into a strange posture. Fang Daichuan's emotions towards this girl were really complicated. He didn't want to stare at the deceased's face, feeling a little disrespectful, so he turned his head halfway.

Next to Ding Zihui's body, Li Sinian squatted down and turned over her limbs. Li Sinian took a knife when he went out, and he didn't know where he was hiding. He acted as usual, and he couldn't see it. He pulled away Ding Zihui's long hair and saw two bruises on her neck, and her hair was scattered in disarray.

"How did you find the body?" Li Sinian asked.

Du Wei blinked, "After you left, I was sitting and drinking in the middle of the mountain. I felt a little uneasy, so I wanted to go up and see the situation. When I arrived, you left, Yang Song leaned under a tree. , Has died. I walked two steps forward and saw Ding Zihui lying on the side of the road, with a wooden crossbow beside him, and a syringe nailed to the tree next to him. It happened that Huihui was worried about me and came out to look for me. We took them together. Moved back."

He said and handed the crossbow to Li Sinian. Li Sinian played with it. It was a handmade crossbow. There was just enough space for a syringe to be placed on the rack to shoot the needle out with thrust. It seems that the person who shot him behind the wooden house last night was indeed Ding Zihui.

"When we arrived, we only saw Yang Song lying on the ground, but didn't see Ding Zihui." Li Si Nian and a half raised his eyes and asked pointedly.

Du Wei shrugged: "It's estimated that the two shot poison at each other. There is a time difference. Didn't it mean that they could last for half an hour, and then they all died."

Li Sinian found the pinhole on Ding Zihui's body. On the side of his neck, he nodded with a smile, and said nothing.

Chen Hui was soaking wet, sitting on a chair with her head down, wrapped in Du Wei's big shirt, and sitting with her face slumped. "We are all dead... Only a few of us are left..." She whispered, no emotions in her voice.

There was a sound of violent waves cracking the shore outside the window.

Du Wei hurriedly went forward to coax her, and put her on his lap: "Don't be afraid, it's over, the four of us live together, huh?"

Chen Hui stopped talking, thinking it was in front of Fang Daichuan and Li Sinian, and it was hard to say anything. Du Wei saw it, curled her lips, and pulled her to the corner. The two leaned together and sat down. words.

Fang Daichuan glanced left and right, and moved to Li Sinian's side.

"What are they doing hiding and hiding? Niu Xinyan's faction conversion card must have been given to them. When the day breaks, they change the faction and the game is over." Fang Daichuan whispered.

Li Sinian's face was not relaxed: "I don't think it is necessarily."

"What do you mean?" Fang Daichuan turned around and asked in a low voice.

Li Sinian pointed to the bruise on the side of the corpse’s neck: “Ding Zihui has crossbow arrows in his hand. Whether he ambushes me or Yang Song, they all shoot from a long distance. Why is there a bruise on her neck? She used it to ambush me. Two tubes of poison, one tube was used to kill Yang Song, the last syringe nailed to the trunk next to the body, who was shooting at?"

Fang Daichuan glanced back at the corner. The little couple leaned together affectionately. Chen Hui lowered her head and leaned on Du Wei’s chest. Du Wei still had a hangover on her face, and she pecked at her ear tips. . He shivered: "Is it Du Wei? He was still concerned about the appearance of these girls before. He heard that Niu Xinyan wanted to think about it and rushed out to look at him. After Ding Zihui died, he was extra calm and rational."

Li Sinian shook his head: "I don't know, it is either Du Wei or Chen Hui, and there is no one else."

His last sentence was light, almost sighing.

Yes, there is no one else on this island.

"Forget it," Fang Daichuan said discouraged. "Whoever did it, I'm not a policeman. Anyway, we are now two-to-two, and they don't want to harm us. We will return to the house and lock the door after voting. The helicopter will pick you up tomorrow."

It was bright, and it was about eight o'clock. Fang Daichuan suddenly remembered the card that appeared inexplicably on his beer belly. Thinking of his fear at the beginning, he couldn't help reaching out and touching Ding Zihui's pocket. There was a thin piece of paper in her pocket, and Fang Daichuan's heart was beating wildly, and he carefully pulled it out.

It was a corner torn from a notebook and folded into a square piece of paper. Fang Daichuan took a deep breath and unfolded it.

On the paper is familiar handwriting, signed with a familiar name.

Fang Daichuan's fingers tightened instantly.

"What?" Li Sinian saw that he looked different, and he leaned in and took the small note between his fingers.

——The artist's signature specially for the design is bold and domineering, the pen is sharp, and the corners are a little soft, and the familiar three characters "Fang Daichuan" are not too familiar.

Li Sinian was also silent.

Fang Daichuan remembered that night, he knocked on the girl’s door, Ding Zihui dealt with him carefully, wanted to form an alliance with him, but he rushed out without saying anything, and then Li Sinian was poisoned, jumped into the sea, and disappeared overnight. , Thrilling. He has forgotten this signature long ago.

What was Ding Zihui's expression at that time? What did she say again?

——At that time, Ding Zihui held the paper and looked at it for a while, then smiled and put it away: "I'm going back this time, I want to post on Weibo, maybe I can get more fans."

Fang Daichuan closed his eyes with his voice and smile vividly visible.

Li Sinian pulled the curtain on the side of his body, unfolded and covered the two bodies from toe to head. China's rules are that the dead are the greatest. Even if there are so many rights and wrongs in life, people are dead, and the past will disappear. The girl’s exquisite figure undulates under the thick canvas. If it hadn’t been for this catastrophe, she would have been sitting behind her mobile phone, swiping on Weibo and applying a facial mask, wondering if she could grab the new limited edition lipstick this year.

Why bother to come here, because of a grievance more than ten years ago, the life was ruined here.

Fang Daichuan stood silently in front of the two corpses and crossed his chest. He ignored the mocking eyes of Du Wei and Chen Hui.

The clock in the corner struck eight times, and everyone stood up.

"Please open your eyes at dawn, please swipe your cards one by one." The machine's voice was still flat.

Several people took turns to scan their fingerprints, listening to the machine report as usual: "Currently there are 4 people alive, and the game continues."

Chen Hui and Du Wei looked at each other.

"Don't vote today, two to two, your relationship, anyway, we can't provoke, no matter how the votes are even." Li Sinian discussed with the other party.

Chen Hui's gaze circled the faces of the two of them: "That's not sure. It's already here. The third party hasn't moved yet. Among the four of us, who is the evil Judas, and said Not allowed."

The air fell into stagnation in an instant, and the four stood in front of the machine and looked at each other, their eyes separated.

Fang Daichuan opened his mouth to say something, and suddenly felt the floor under his feet shake suddenly! His right hand reflexively grabbed the corner of Li Sinian's clothes.