The night on the island is very quiet, living in the city, people who are used to the chaos, suddenly facing such an island, they are somewhat uncomfortable. Especially Fang Daichuan, his job is 24 hours a day, 365 days. When he gets busy, there is no difference between night and day. Occasionally, a few days of leisure is to call friends and call friends to drink and sing, or play black cards, entertainment and social activities are also part of daily work.

It stands to reason that when he suddenly encounters such a holiday island without work, Fang Daichuan will definitely sleep in his room for seven days and seven nights. It is a pity that this island is not a sacred place for leisure and vacation, but an abyss that eats human lives.

Tonight is destined to be a sleepless night.

The chairperson's table in the lobby on the first floor was full again.

Li Sinian sat in the corner, with Erlang's legs tilted, and his head lowered to play with his identity card. The corner of the card was pierced between his hand and the desktop. Yang Song was sitting in the top position, grinding her nails. She painted mango-colored nail polish on her nails, which was mottled and nervous by herself. The little lovers are still sitting together.

Fang Daichuan held the cardboard box, and Ding Zihui handed out clothes and water to the people who were sitting. There seemed to be a lot of things, but in fact they were a bit tight. Fang Daichuan only got three bottles of mineral water and two packs of compressed biscuits. The girls got a little bit more, which was not enough to support their diet for seven days and nights.

Four or five people did not come down, Fang Daichuan put their water in front of their empty seats.

While a middle-aged uncle looked at the T-shirt assigned to him, and then looked down at his figure, he didn't smile, "This is obviously not entertaining well, there is no large size?"

At first glance, this uncle looked like a successful person, wearing a shirt and trousers, unsmiling, and very imposing. The face should look good when you are young, and your body can be maintained. It's just that you're not young anymore after all. It's still a bit difficult to fit into this tight-fitting T. Fang Daichuan remembered him, he was quite calm during the day, not as shocking as others, and seemed not to be annoying.

"There are no large sizes, they are all sizes," Li Sinian raised his eyelids and glanced at the man. "You can make do with it."

The big boss didn't move much during the day, his white shirt was clean, not to mention the blood stains, he didn't even sweat, and he didn't need clothes much. He looked around and looked at Yang Song who was sitting on the head: "Girl, what do you call it?"

Yang Song had no emotions, raised his head and uttered two words: "Yang Song."

"Oh, my name is Du Chaosheng," Boss Du smiled slightly, with a shrewd look on his face, "Look, girl, this island, anyway, we have to stay for seven days. You can't change clothes only once in seven days. Right? I can't wear this dress anyway. How about I exchange it for a bottle of water with you?"

The little couple had been cuddling tightly together, when the boy heard Boss Du say this, he looked up at each other. Fang Daichuan was opposite him and saw this look inadvertently. What do you say with that look, there is a strange focus and thinking. When he found the box just now, the boy squatted on the ground and joked with him a few times. He was a casual person, not as if he was casually hostile to others. He wouldn't have guessed the identity card of Boss Du based on these two sentences, right? Fang Daichuan guessed a terrible possibility. He recalled what Boss Du said, but he didn't have the slightest clue.

As a girl, Yang Song received a bottle of water and a packet of biscuits more than men. After hearing this, she looked up at the white T-shirt, sneered, and said to Boss Du: "I'm not sure I can live seven days and seven nights. This deal is not a good deal for me."

Boss Du wanted to say something more. The little couple looked at each other when they heard the words. The girl turned her head and said to Boss Du, "Then, let's change with you?" The two of them combined their water. Together, it seems that there is a sense of life and death.

It turned out that he needed clothes, so Fang Daichuan was relieved. If these people occupy the high ground of IQ and are not in the same dimensional latitude with him at all, this game is really impossible to play.

Boss Du was stunned for a moment and didn't ask carefully. He pushed the clothes to the two of them and smiled: "How do you call them?"

The boy stuffed a bottle of water into the opponent's hand, didn't even look up, and said coldly, "Du Wei, her name is Chen Hui."

The atmosphere in the hall was a bit awkward.

Yang Song inexplicably pulled his face down, and snorted in a low voice, "I want to get an extra set of clothes for seven days? What do you want to do, such a waste of clothes."

Chen Hui didn't know what was thinking, her face flushed. She raised her head and glanced at Yang Song, and retorted: "No! The proposal that Li Sinian said was pretty good. We thought of going around everywhere on the island. Turning, thinking that this might not be possible to come back early the next morning, so preparing an extra dress is to take this into consideration."

Yang Song held the corner of his mouth: "Yes, yes, what do you say?"

Chen Hui wanted to say something more, Du Wei beside him pulled her arm.

Sitting on the side of the table was another middle-aged man, in his fifties, cringing, and unable to sit upright. He is shorter than boss Du, but his figure is a little out of shape. He came out anxiously, and his shirt was not buttoned properly. At this time, he was licking his beer belly, a symbol of age, with his belly on the edge of the table, looking a little embarrassed.

"Neither do I, I can't put it on either. Look, can you change it with me?" Beer belly smiled, and rubbed his bare forehead with a handkerchief.

No one cares about him.

Yang Song sneered, twisted and took a sip from a bottle of water. The two couples were getting tired, Chen Hui tilted her head on Du Wei's shoulder, holding his earlobe in his ear and talking wet words of love.

The beer belly put down his T-shirt happily.

Ding Zihui might be afraid of things being replaced by others. She picked up the things she had allocated to her and smiled: "I will put these in the room first, Fang Daichuan, won't you go back to the room to sleep?" She might be a little scared, thinking Encourage Fang Daichuan to go up too, so as to be a companion.

Fang Daichuan glanced at Li Sinian.

Li Sinian snorted and laughed: "Ask you if you can sleep, what do you mean by me? Are you going to sleep with me tonight?"

Fang Daichuan blushed instantly.

The speaker was unintentional, and the listener was intentional, and Ding Zihui's face turned red all of a sudden, and then he felt that what he had just said was really wrong, as if he was inviting others to sleep together. She turned and ran to the second floor quickly.

Li Sinian sat in the corner with his chin in his right hand in a daze.

Fang Daichuan watched the girl run up to the second floor from the back, and sat down beside Li Sinian with his chin stuck on the table.

"The blood on it hasn't been wiped clean yet." Li Sinian glanced at him and laughed.

Fang Daichuan straightened up and straightened his back, with an expression of indescribable expression on his face, a little disgusting and a little frightened.

Li Sinian chuckled and laughed: "You lied to you! It didn't splash here at all."

Fang Daichuan gave him angrily.

"So what are you waiting for here?" Fang Daichuan asked with a frown as he couldn't understand the plot.

Li Sinian glanced upstairs and smiled slightly: "Wait for an ending."

"???" Fang Daichuan had a black question mark face of "What the **** are you playing?"

As if responding to him, there was a sudden scream from upstairs.

With the girl's voice, Fang Daichuan jumped up from his seat, and ran up the stairs in three steps and two steps.

He slammed into Ding Zihui at the end of the corridor on the second floor, and slammed into the opponent. The girl was so frightened that she screamed and waved her arms desperately in the air. Seeing Fang Daichuan's face did not feel at ease, but struggled desperately, crossing him to escape downstairs.

"Calm down!" Fang Daichuan was hit by the girl several times, frowning around her and soothing, "Calm down, girl, what are you hiding?!"

Ding Zihui looked up at him blankly for two seconds, then looked back at the empty corridor. The big French windows were open, the curtains were blown up by the wind, and the tassels on the corner of the curtains were flying in the dark corridor. She was spilled allotted drinking water and biscuits on the floor, and the white T-shirt was thrown on the floor, as if a person was crawling.

The girl slammed into a clever, her body gradually softened, Fang Daichuan could feel the softening of the other's body muscles a little bit by pressing her. He hurriedly reached out and stopped, half-holding and half-hugging, and pulled her to the corner.

"Do you... want to go down?" Fang Daichuan asked, "There is a light downstairs, light it up."

Ding Zihui waved his hand, broke free of his support, pinched the brass handrail of the stairs with one hand, and leaned his leg with the other, staring at his face warily.

Fang Daichuan raised his head and let out a sigh of relief. He raised his hands helplessly, and motioned: "Don't be afraid, I really don't mean anything else, what have you encountered?"

While talking, the stairs slapped a few times, Du Wei Chen Hui from downstairs ran up, and after a while Yang Song also came up, maybe he felt downstairs, with three men who don’t know the details. Son, it's more dangerous for her. Several girls supported Ding Zihui.

There were more people, and Ding Zihui also eased slightly.

Yang Song looked impatient, but he still gave Ding Zihui a bottle of water in his hand, and unscrewed the bottle cap for her: "Are there any chances?! What happened? As for what?"

Ding Zihui's hands have been shaking, Fang Daichuan didn't notice just now. Now that she was holding the water bottle, Fang Daichuan realized that the girl's hands were trembling and she spilled several sips of water, which made Yang Song feel bad.

She stared blankly at the empty corridor, put two sips of water into her mouth like a nervous, and took a few deep breaths before she said: "Just now, when I came up just now, someone was hiding behind the curtain... …" She pointed to the flying curtains, her face full of horror, and shuddered when she thought of the scene just now, "I don't feel right, a needle stuck in my arm."

As she said, turning her arms, everyone saw that there was a bright red scratch on the outside of her forearm.

Immediately quiet. The breathing of several people was clear and audible, and I don't know who swallowed their throats and swallowed their saliva. With a grunt, it was obvious.

Yang Song shuddered: "Do you see who it is?"

Ding Zihui cried and shook his head: "No, I was so scared, I flinched and turned around and ran away. Will I die, am I going to die?! Who is a witch! Does any of you have an antidote? Please. Give me a shot!"

Fang Daichuan felt tight.

Li Sinian's voice came from below: "Don't panic, let me see."

Following him, Boss Du and the sweaty beer belly followed. Everyone looked nervous.

Ding Zihui grabbed the straw and stretched out his arms to show Li Sinian. Li Sinian leaned close and broke with his fingers to take a closer look.

The scar was very long, but very shallow, only scratching the outermost layer of skin and exuding some tiny blood beads.

"It's okay," Li Sinian took a closer look. His skin temperature was very low, and Ding Zihui shuddered unconsciously, "Nothing will happen without the injection."

As he spoke, he pressed Fang Daichuan's hand in a calm manner, and Fang Daichuan's right hand was reaching into his waist pocket.