I turned around and looked at the two women in the cave and found that the two women in the cave were nodding to me.

What do these women nodded mean?

I asked the flight attendant: "Why did you nod to me? Did you also see that I walked out of the cave last night?"

"Yes, when I slept until midnight, I found that there was no one around me. When I opened my eyes, I saw you walked out with that bastard."

The flight attendant kept staring at me, not looking like he was lying.

I looked at the woman next to me again, and the woman said to me, "Last night I saw you walking out with that bastard. I understand why you are not interested in me anymore. It turns out that you are interested in men."

Damn, everyone saw me walking out last night, but I didn’t know what happened?

I suddenly remembered.

I had sleepwalking experience when I was a child. So did I go out last night because I was sleepwalking?

So many witnesses saw me walking out. If I couldn't explain it, it would only mean that I was really sleepwalking last night.

The priest said to me: "You have doubts about us, but in fact we have doubts about you. Now among the five of us, there is always one person who is the murderer, and our current state is to doubt each other."

The priest said it right. Before the murderer is found, anyone may become the murderer.

But now the person who is most suspected is me because I have a knife in my hand.

And everyone else saw me and the victim go out.

No matter if it was sleepwalking or other reasons, in other people's eyes, I was the biggest suspect.

What I fear the most is that once everyone suspects that I am the murderer, everyone will be on guard against me.

What should I do? What should I do before everyone’s doubts about themselves are eliminated?

I saw me standing with a blank expression on my face.

The woman next to me said to me, "Why don't we bury this person first. If the body smells stinky, not only will we not be able to live here, but we may also get infected with diseases."

On this hot seaside, the temperature is so high.

If the corpse is exposed to the sun, it will deteriorate for a few hours, then rot and then emit a very unpleasant odor.

The stinky smell of the corpse will spread several kilometers away in an empty environment.

Our beach area is very small. Once the corpse smells here, it will be a huge nightmare for everyone who survives here.

I looked at the priest, and the priest nodded, closed his eyes and continued to recite the scriptures.

There was no way, so I could drag the body away.

I have to dig a hole and bury the body first, and don't let the odor of the body emit.

Who is the murderer? Let’s look for it again. Now, for us, the biggest threat is not the murderer, but the harsh environment on this isolated island.

If we don’t find a way out, we will not be killed by the murderer, but will be starved to death or sunburn to death.

I lowered the body at the edge of the place, and started digging a hole.

I want to dig a pit more than one meter long and bury the corpse. Although doing this is a bit physically exhausting, I can't let this person rush to the wilderness.

Although these glasses are not very authentic, they are considered a life no matter what.

I met this glasses. Now that the glasses are dead in this place, no one buried him. I am doing something good, so I will bury this person first.

When I dug the pit, I suddenly got hit hard on my head twice.

Without any defense, I was attacked from behind. I was about to resist, but gravity hit me again and directly knocked me into the pit.

I fell back into the pit, and saw the woman standing by the edge of the sand pit with a stick, looking murderous.

It looks very ferocious.

Next to the woman was the flight attendant and the priest, and the others seemed to have agreed.

Blood flowed down from my forehead like an earthworm. I really couldn't understand why these people gathered together to attack me?

Lying in the sand pit, I asked the people standing on the pit: "Why are you doing this?"

"Sorry, if we want to survive, we must kill you."

The woman waved the iron stick in her hand.

The woman had been wandering outside last night because she found an iron stick outside and she was trying to hide it.

For them, finding a stick in this place is equivalent to finding a weapon.

Have the capital to save your life.

They thought I was the biggest suspect in murder, so they deceived me here and waited for me to dig a hole and exhausted my energy.

Beating me to death and burying the body of the man with glasses will eliminate one of his biggest enemies.

This is the legendary jungle law.

Under such conditions, anyone may be his own opponent, and no one is worthy of trusting.

I smiled bitterly, and didn't expect that I would die here unjustly.
Chapter completed!