I accidentally glanced upwards and saw a corpse half hanging from the ceiling. I thought he might have died by hanging himself, but when I took a closer look, I found that he was thrown up by a huge force. His entire head and neck were stuck in the gap in the ceiling of the room. There were traces of splattered blood around him. It seemed that his head could not bear the pressure before it entered the ceiling and exploded prematurely.

At this time, a breeze blew, and the corpse, which was only left with broken bones, swayed in the wind. The leg bones occasionally touched the bed frame of the upper bunk, making a clanging sound. I breathed a sigh of relief, and finally figured out what was causing the trouble when I slept at night.

In order to avoid being unable to sleep due to the noise at night, I bravely pushed open the door, turned on the light in the room, walked in, took off my clothes and tied up my nose and mouth. Firstly, to prevent the stench from making me nauseous, and secondly, to minimize the bacteria and germs produced by the corpses from entering my body in the secret space.

When I walked in, I found another corpse on the ground. I guess it was the guy who hit his head against the wall.

The method I thought of was very simple. I didn't move them to avoid being infected by germs by touching their bodies. Instead, I closed the windows to prevent the wind from affecting their movements, so they wouldn't make any noise. In addition, I moved the bed so that those guys hanging above couldn't be touched, and the source of the sound was eliminated.

Just as I was ready to go out, the door suddenly moved, and the lights in the entire room began to flicker. In a trance, I seemed to see the corpse on the ground moving, but after the voltage stabilized, there was no movement, and the corpse had not moved when I looked again.

Although it was not a problem, it was still very weird, so I hurried out, locked the door, and stayed away from this place.

Maybe it was because the doors and windows were closed, the space was suddenly sealed, and the stored corpse gas was concentrated, that is, some kind of phosphine gas (phosphine) suddenly surged, stimulating my nervous system, thus affecting my judgment and causing hallucinations in my body. I had to quickly go to a place with fresh air to breathe.

So I hurried downstairs, went to the playground, untied the clothes that were tied around my mouth and nose, and breathed in big gulps of fresh air.

"Are you done?" Bai Lu asked me as she collected the bedding and sheets.

"That's about it. I should be able to have a good sleep tonight," I said.

My risk was worth it. From that day on, we could sleep well at night and didn't hear any unusual noises. Or maybe there were some, but the noises were much smaller and didn't disturb us. We didn't have to keep watch, and everyone slept almost all the sleep they hadn't gotten before in those few days. So except for me, no one was willing to get up early.

These past few days it has either been rainy or torrential, so everyone has been staying indoors most of the time. We have collected willow branches in advance for making winnowing baskets and baskets, and because I gave Yunwen a peach blossom, she made a flower basket, covered it with soil to make flower mud, and then inserted many branches and flowers in layers using a special technique.

It does have some layers of shape, and is particularly fragrant, which adds a bit of softness and artistic atmosphere to this tough male soldier dormitory. I heard that this is something called flower arrangement, but there are not enough tools here, so it can only be simply fiddled with.

It can be seen at first glance that Yunwen was born into a scholarly family. She behaves in an elegant and graceful manner, and she also knows these things, which were also a subject for women to learn in ancient times.

Yingchun is a girl who refuses to admit defeat. Recently, she seemed to want to compete with Yunwen and made some works of art, including wood carvings, small stone carvings, and handicrafts. She was so good at making them that the upper bunk bed for the two Song sisters was almost not big enough to hold them. But her craftsmanship was really good, so much so that I specifically asked her several times for a stone-carved fortune cat for fun and to bring good luck.

This artistic competition is not over yet. Yunwen appears weak, but in fact she is a person who never gives up. However, she never makes a sound. She just occasionally measures the length of our clothes, our measurements, height, leg length, etc. She quietly writes them down without anyone knowing.

By the time we reacted, she had already altered those large-sized camouflage uniforms, giving each person one, with sizes that fit perfectly, even tailor-made for them. Not only that, she also used the remaining fabric to mend the torn holes in everyone's clothes, using the needle made from her bone spur.

Although the tools are rough, the workmanship is as fine as a sewing machine. Now everyone has a piece of clothing that looks decent on the deserted island. Otherwise, we would all look like we are wearing beggar's clothes on a daily basis.

One is good at craftsmanship, the other is good at craftsmanship. It seems that it is hard to tell who is the best artist on the deserted island. However, this has brought a lot of benefits to Bai Lu and me. It is true that their competition seems to be continuing...

Because that wheat couldn't stand watering, I specially transported back another batch of wheat that was in the tent in the woods. I had a new wooden barrel made for Yingchun, so I put all the wheat in there.

In the blink of an eye, a week has passed. We have been basically stuck at home these days. Xiao Yingchun said that we are almost growing mushrooms from being bored.

It's a rare sunny day today, so we plan to hold a bonfire party outside. In order to make the party more exciting, the quirky Song Yingchun specially suggested that we be divided into two groups for a talent competition, the Song sisters in one group, and Yunwen and I in the other group. We each have to come up with a program, and the loser has to agree to a condition of the other and take the initiative to wash dishes for a week.

When it comes to carrying out missions, sniping and target shooting, obstacle training, running training, parachuting training, and even triathlon, I may be able to complete them excellently and may even break records. But when it comes to talent shows, I'm afraid it will be really difficult for me. I dance like a fool, my hands and feet are clumsy, and my singing is so out of tune that it sounds like it's going into the ravine. This really makes it difficult for me.

Therefore, I discussed with Yunwen: "I'm sorry, I really don't have any talent. All I've learned since I was a child is the sixteen-step dance in the school performances. I danced it very stupidly. Otherwise, I'll send you to perform and I'll be your background."

Yunwen burst out laughing and said, "Silly, why are you taking it so seriously? I'm just joining in the fun, sixteen steps is sixteen steps."

I scratched my neck, thinking that admitting defeat would definitely make Yunwen unhappy, so I reluctantly agreed.

The so-called sixteen steps are very simple. It is basically four steps in each of the forward, backward, left and right directions, which are collectively called sixteen steps. Anyway, this is what I can do, and at most I can coordinate it with some hand gestures.

I danced extremely clumsily, like a bear rubbing against a tree, and often used the same hands and feet. Yunwen spent the whole afternoon beating the beat for me, correcting my posture and sense of rhythm. Yingchun and her group were not to be outdone, and they hid in a corner to train.

It was soon dark during the training. I really didn't know what the meaning of this was, but the three of them wanted to play, and I couldn't bear to spoil their fun, so we lit a bonfire and gathered around it. After playing rock-paper-scissors, Yunwen and I performed first.

"Sister Bailu, could you please set the rhythm?" Yunwen asked.

"Of course no problem." Bai Lu agreed readily.

Then Bailu took out a branch and knocked on the lunch box to keep the beat for us. Yunwen and I started dancing the so-called Sixteen Square Steps, back and forth, left and right, and then continued in another direction.

"Pfft! Sixteen steps, you're going to make me laugh to death, hahaha!" Yingchun laughed.

After dancing the sixteen steps, I thought it was over, but Dao Yunwen suddenly changed her dancing style. She turned around and bent down. I instinctively held her waist with my hands and bent down to face her. She whispered in my ear: "From now on, just watch my performance."