Chapter 8 Section 6

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  This night seems longer than usual nights.

  Two days later, Fang Yuan appeared, and everyone's eyes were filled with bloodshot, their faces etched with fatigue that couldn't be concealed. After all, a living person had just died unclearly in front of them, and no one could sleep soundly.

  The whole day, the small island was filled with a suffocating heaviness, everyone was on edge, and even speaking was done with caution, fearing some unexpected event.

  The plan for a jungle adventure on a small island was also temporarily cancelled and replaced with fishing and barbecue by the beach.

  Fangjuan wasn't very interested in these things, and walked barefoot on the beach with her head down. The cool seawater seemed to be like a mischievous elf, lightly "biting" at her toes, while the giant palm trees danced alone in the wind.

  "What's wrong? Why aren't you playing with everyone else and instead sitting here thinking about something?"

  Fang Yuan raised her head and saw Wan Liao Hai's face, which seemed to be smiling but not quite. To be honest, among all the people, Fang Yuan had the best impression of Wan Liao Hai. Although he loved martial arts and was strong and robust, he never used his power to bully others, and he treated people and things with courtesy, having a bit of a heroic spirit.

  "It's nothing, I just feel a bit depressed, so I came out to blow some sea breeze."

  Wan Liao Hai softly sighed: "You're still thinking about Zeng Ying Jie's death?"

  A faint sorrow appeared on Fang Yuan's face: "I just feel that he died too miserably."

  Wan Liao Hai's sword-like eyebrows rose: "Oh?"

  "Do you really think it was just an accident?"

  "What else could it be? This morning, I specifically went to Zeng Yingjie's room to investigate. The window was closed, and there were no secret passages. It was indeed a completely sealed room. I also asked Chen Feng, who swore that each room only had one key. When Zeng Yingjie died, the room key was still in his pocket, and the door lock showed no signs of damage. This latest model of lock is absolutely impossible to open with ease using wire or other tools, as depicted in those low-level detective stories."

  Fang Wan stared blankly at the vast ocean, suddenly remembering a person.

  That person, extremely intelligent yet moody, can sacrifice others for personal desires, but also give up his own life for the ones he loves.

  Until now, Fang Yuan still didn't know whether that person was alive or dead?

  The vast ocean in front of me has at least one thing in common with that person - they both like reasoning.

  Fang Wan muttered: "I don't know... I just feel that on this island, besides us, there are other people existing. Maybe..."

  "What perhaps?"

  "Perhaps it was not human, but some other intelligent being."

  "You're saying, evil spirit?" Wan Liao Hai laughed, "You also believe in this nonsense?"

  Fang Wan didn't say anything else, lowered her head and silently trudged through the seawater, leaving behind the heavy doubts of the Wan Liao Sea. At this moment, she just wanted to be alone and think quietly.

  She always felt that there was a mysterious power in the dark, leading her to the Sea God Island. The legendary evil spirit and the blood jade on her body had some unknown connection.

  Fang Yuan shook her head vigorously, trying to shake off the ominous premonition. She gazed out at the young men and women on the beach across from them, watching as Chen Feng tenderly grilled squid for Zi Die, and couldn't help but feel a pang of melancholy.

  "Fang Yuan, come over quickly!" Chen Feng beckoned to her.

  Fang Wan originally didn't want to bother with Chen Feng, but suddenly remembered something, responded with a sound, and walked over to Chen Feng's side.

  "Come, try some chicken wings I've roasted for you!" Chen Feng said with great enthusiasm.

  Fang Wei took a small bite and smiled: "It's really delicious!"

  Zi Die let out a "hmmph" sound, clearly unhappy, but didn't do anything about it. Instead, she pulled Qiu Shui to one side and whispered something in her ear, nobody knew what they were talking about.

  Time slowly slips away, and the dark night still arrives on schedule.

  Due to Zeng Yingjie's death, six people were extra cautious.

  Wan Liao Hai checked every household's house and made sure all doors and windows were closed before returning to his own house.

  That large axe had long been sharpened and polished by him, placed at the head of the bed, and could be taken out as soon as he got up.

  Although she didn't rest well last night, Wan Liao Hai persisted until midnight. Nothing happened, and the tense mood finally relaxed, in a daze between sleep and wakefulness.

  It was around two o'clock in the morning, a time when one's physical strength is at its weakest. At this moment, a girl's shrill cry suddenly rang out: "Help! ——"

  The girl's scream was particularly jarring in the silent night.

  Wan Liao Hai suddenly stood up, grabbed his axe and rushed out of the house, shouting: "Who's calling for help?! Zi Tie! Qiu Shui! Yang Sa!"

  House after house opened, and Chen Feng, Zhou Guangming, Yang Sa, and Zi Die ran out in disarray.

  "What about autumn water?"

  "I don't know."

  Wan Liao Hai didn't say another word, and swiftly ran to Qiu Shui's house, raised the big axe and struck it down. Perhaps this time he had gained experience, or perhaps the axe had been sharpened to reveal its sharp edge, but in any case, it only took three to five minutes to smash open the door.

  Akane was indeed still in the house. Only, at this time, Akane had become a dead person.

  Her hands and feet were tied to the bed frame, her thin nightgown was torn to shreds, even her underwear had been removed, and there were obvious fingernail scratches on her white buttocks.

  She was strangled, a bright silk scarf wrapped around her neck.

  "How could this be?" Wan Liao Hai groaned in agony.

  If it's said that Zeng Yingjie might have been killed by his illness, the autumn water in front of him was 100% murdered.

  The question is, who is the murderer?

  Are there other people on this island besides them?

  And how did the murderer manage to do all this?

  The key to Akane's house was in her pocket. How did the killer get into Akane's house?

  The moonlight was particularly good that night, Wan Liao Hai rushed out of the house door as soon as he heard a cry for help. The geographical location of their houses were all flat land, from the scream to Wan Liao Hai rushing out of the house, there was only a short one or two minutes, in theory, the murderer should not have escaped his eyes.

  But neither he nor anyone else saw the shadow of the murderer. In other words, if there really was a so-called murderer, he could strangle Akizuki to death in such a short time and then disappear without a trace.

  "Evil spirits! It must be the evil spirits' doing!" Fat Zhou Guangming yelled like a madman, "We'll all be killed by the evil spirits! Think of something, think of something to get us out of here!"

  "There's no way, we can only wait." Wan Liao Hai said coldly. The wind suddenly picked up.

  It wasn't until then that everyone felt how especially cold the nights on the small island were.