"We can go back."

Qin Wenyu suddenly made a sound, preventing Chiba Narubayashi and Asano Chinatsu from continuing to look at each other.

Chiba Narubayashi came back to his senses and glanced at the time. Forty minutes had passed since he arrived here from the temporary camp at the suspension bridge.

It was agreed that we would meet in one hour and leave 20 minutes for the return journey, which is very reasonable.

Asano Chika and Fujikawa Kenichi also had no objection, or rather, Fujikawa Kenichi was eager to fly back to the camp now, he had already been frightened by the female corpse in the orange jacket under the cliff, and he was in a trance until now.

The four of them remained silent and started their return journey.

Qin Wenyu turned his head and took a last look at the direction of the female corpse that Fujikawa Kenichi saw. Most of her body had been buried by snow. Qin Wenyu couldn't imagine why Fujikawa Kenichi was so sure that the female corpse was Suzuki Maki?

Just rely on that orange jacket?

Or...he just saw something else.

For example, the face of the female corpse.

Qin Wenyu withdrew his gaze. While he was staring at the corpse, nothing unusual happened.

Why can Kenichi Fujikawa see but I can't?

Qin Wenyu looked thoughtfully at the back of Kenichi Fujikawa as he hurried back to the camp.

Is it because he is really dead?

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Camp at the suspension bridge.

The portable tent has already been set up, which is not an easy task for the three people who stayed behind.

Sayuri Miyazaki made a pot of instant curry, which can be eaten directly by pouring it over rice.

"Xiaochuan, look at the fire, I want to take a rest."

Sayuri Miyazaki rubbed her eyes, entered the tent, and got into the sleeping bag.

"Okay...okay..."

The chunky Xiao Chuanbo quickly agreed, for fear of making her unhappy.

Yayoi Amemiya turned his head and took a look, but didn't speak.

After a few minutes, she seemed to suddenly remember something, and said to Xiao Chuanbo, "I'll leave for a few minutes."

Hiroshi Ogawa opened his mouth, and just about to say something, he saw that Yayoi Amemiya had gone in a direction without any footprints, and he didn't know where he was going.

He stared blankly at the dancing flames, and slowly stirred circles in the iron bucket with an iron spoon in his hand.

There are fewer and fewer people... If it is really Suzuki's revenge, will everyone die here?

Hiroshi Ogawa thought in frustration.

Eh?

Wait, there are fewer and fewer people...

Hiroshi Ogawa suddenly realized something, and involuntarily looked at the tent where Sayuri Miyazaki was resting.

A voice kept echoing in his ears, and his eyes became more and more red. Finally, he put down the iron spoon and walked towards the tent.

Sayuri Miyazaki, who was in a drowsy sleep, suddenly felt something pressing on her body.

There is a stream of heat on the face and neck that has been going back and forth.

His chest and arms were also itchy, as if someone was touching him.

someone?

Sayuri Miyazaki woke up suddenly.

Although the light in the tent was not bright, she recognized who was lying on her body at a glance with this body shape.

"Xiao Chuanbo?" She yelled in horror, stretching out her hand to push him, but her own strength was fed back to Xiao Chuanbo's body to no avail.

"What are you going to do? Get up! I warn you, let me go!"

She couldn't push him away, but her nails were sharp, but Xiao Chuanbo immediately grabbed the hand she just raised.

Sayuri Miyazaki desperately tried to pull her hand out of Hiroshi Kokawa's grasp, but at this moment she realized that this fat otaku who always said that he was exhausted and couldn't even lift a desk, How amazing the power is.

This is a strength that a woman's body cannot resist at all, not to mention that she is still being crushed under her body.

"Sayuri..." Xiaochuan Hiroshi's breathing became more and more rapid, "I like you...Sayuri...I have always liked you..."

As he spoke, he moved his mouth closer.

"what!"

Sayuri Miyazaki struggled desperately, and finally turned her head to avoid his harassment, but Hiroshi Ogawa pinched her chin and forcibly turned her head back.

"Xiao Chuan! You can't do this..." Sayuri Miyazaki cried out in fear and helplessness, "Let go of me, I'll pretend nothing happened..."

However, Hiroshi Okawa seemed to be possessed by a demon, his breathing became heavier and stronger, and his strength became stronger and stronger.

"Why don't you look at me... Sayuri, why do you only look at Takai Shota!"

His voice was completely different from the Ogawa Hiroshi that Sayuri Miyazaki knew.

Crazy, cranky, hysterical.

"Takai likes Asano, likes that Asano Chinatsu!"

With a sudden force in his hands, he held Sayuri Miyazaki's struggling hands together and pressed them on her head.

"You know it! You bitch...you know it all, why do you take the initiative to send it to your door?"

Hiroshi Ogawa's saliva spattered Sayuri Miyazaki's face, his ferocious appearance was even more terrifying under the dim light.

Miyazaki Sayuri stopped struggling in fright, and after a long while, she trembled and said, "Yes... sorry, I don't know..."

"Xiao...Xiao Chuan, can you let me go?"

"Let you go? No... None of us can escape... That bitch has come back to find us, and we will be killed by her..." Hiroshi Ogawa looked down at Sayuri Miyazaki as if he was crazy, " Anyway, sooner or later, everyone will die, everyone..."

He spoke in a hoarse voice like a dream, tearing Miyazaki Sayuri's clothes more like a beast, completely ignoring the other party's crying and pleading.

He's also undressing himself, throwing away everything that gets in his way.

However, at this time.

The light in the tent, which was not much light, suddenly became darker!

Hiroshi Ogawa's movements froze, and Sayuri Miyazaki's crying stopped.

what?

He turned his head slowly, and a huge shadow was cast on the top of the tent. It was this shadow that covered the tent and blocked the few rays of light.

But... how?

how can that be?

At this time, there was a sound of heavy footsteps outside the tent!

The heartbeats of the two suddenly stagnated, and the ground seemed to vibrate.

What is it?

The sound of footsteps at this level is basically the same as that of an elephant, no, it is more exaggerated than an elephant.

What a tall and heavy person this would be to make a sound...

"who is it?"

Little Chuanbo shouted loudly.

Maybe the woman named Yayoi Amemiya came back early. She might have heard something outside and then acted like a ghost.

Xiaochuanbo's eyes were already red, he didn't care who came, whoever dared to stop him, he would kill whoever.

He groped for the self-defense knife he was carrying in the dark, and temporarily climbed up from Sayuri Miyazaki's body.

He pulled the tent's chains open and stared fiercely forward.

However, his eyes are slowly upward, slowly upward...

His pupils are getting bigger and bigger, and urine has been leaking from his legs.

He finally knew the true face of what was outside the tent...