The male supporting character was actually myself.

Suddenly, a shrill scream came from the bushes by the beach, sending a chill down the spines of the group of blood-covered survivors.

"It sounds like Wang Dayou's voice," someone whispered. "Is it coming from the beach huts? Could it be one of those tourists?"

Someone immediately realized, "Damn! I remember now, there were two young tourists who stayed near the small bamboo house. If someone wanted to poison someone, they would have had the opportunity too."

“Those outsiders are definitely up to something. Judging from the noise, they may have already killed Wang Dayou.”

"Let's go! We can't let outsiders get away with it!"

"We need to stick together and kill those two suspicious guys first."

……

A group of people ransacked the village chief's house, stuffing their pockets full.

At the same time, in the bushes on the beach, Zhang Qiang killed Wang Dayou with an axe, and then killed the woman who had cheated on him.

He held a blood-dripping axe in his hand, his eyes bloodshot. He spat on the ground and was about to turn around, go back to the village to pack his things and run away when he suddenly heard a faint shout coming from the beach hut, "Damn! They're all dead, damn it!"

Zhang Qiang slowly turned his head, his bloodshot eyes fixed on the beach hut.

Blood dripped from the axe onto the beach as he approached the hut, trying to make no noise.

The door wasn't locked, so Zhang Qiang pushed it open and glanced around; there was no one in the living room.

I took off my shoes and walked lightly up to the second floor. The bathroom door was open, and I could see everything at a glance.

He pushed open the door to room number one, which was empty; room number two was also empty. He stopped at the door of room number three and tiptoed to turn the doorknob.

Feeling confident of victory, Tang Zixuan was engrossed in the exciting game, wearing large headphones and lying on the bed, his hands busy with the game.

"I told you to film it!" Zhang Qiang glanced at the shaky screen and, feeling guilty, subconsciously assumed that the guy had filmed his crime. He raised his axe and swung it at him.

Chapter Ten: Terrifying Desert Island (9)

"Gudong!"

Tang Zixuan's head fell to the ground, and the headphones he was wearing also fell to the ground.

Without even looking at it, Zhang Qiang smashed the game console to pieces. Worried that it could be restored using technical means, he could only pick up the fragments and put them in his pocket.

He went back the way he came, put on his shoes, and threw the fragments into the sea before returning to the village.

However, seeing so many dead bodies lying crookedly in the square, Zhang Qiang, who was unaware of the situation, was so frightened that his legs trembled. He habitually took out a small wine flask from his shirt pocket and took two sips.

"Damn it! What on earth happened?" He could vaguely hear screams coming from the mountain every now and then. He hurriedly screwed the lid on the wine jug and stuffed it back into his pocket. He wiped his mouth and tried to bolster his courage, saying, "I need to go home and pack my things. Li Mingliang is dead, so take his boat! I need to escape first..."

After making up his mind, Zhang Qiang ran a few steps but collapsed in the grass by the square, convulsing.

When Jiang Chen found Duan Chengze and Song Gang on the mountain, the group of villagers who had been shouting to kill the outsiders had already died one after another on the way up the mountain.

"Phew! This protagonist is quite clever. Host, you can save yourself a lot of trouble this time." The little white cat hopped over, scratching its paws and said apologetically, "I couldn't find where the poison was hidden. I'm sorry."

Can't even find the little white cat?

Jiang Chen patted its little head to comfort it, then frowned slightly. It wasn't late when it left to wander around the village scanning things.

Did the operation already begin back then?

"Are they all really dead?" Song Gang cautiously emerged from the bushes, thanking them profusely and still feeling lingering fear. "Luckily, Xiao Duan was quick-witted and grabbed me immediately, pulling me out of the back window and heading straight up the mountain. If it had been me, I would definitely have been caught and beaten to death!"

Duan Chengze waved his hand to indicate that he didn't need to thank him, and asked Jiang Chen instead, "Which lead are you following?"

“Li Dahan and Zhang Qiang,” he explained, “Li Shuaishuai didn’t drown; his neck was broken and his body was thrown into the river.”

The butterfly effect led to Li Mingliang and his mother being killed by his wife, and Li Dahan was left behind by the village chief to clean up the mess.

He then went back to the village and whispered to Zhang Qiang for a while. After the two quarreled, they started chasing and slashing each other. Just like yesterday, Li Dahan died in a secluded thicket near the dock.

Zhang Qiang then killed Wang Dayou and his wife.

I was too far away to see the details, but the general situation should be similar to yesterday. In the end, Zhang Qiang died in the bushes by the square after drinking.

The village chief didn't go to the dock because he didn't have a conflict with Li Mingliang, and was killed by the survivors in his own home.

None of the survivors had been drinking, but the bodies all had a faint bitter almond smell, indicating cyanide poisoning. The exact source of the poisoning is currently unknown.

"Let's go see Li Mingliang's wife. She's still locked up in the nursing home." Duan Chengze led the way towards the abandoned nursing home, with Jiang Chen carrying a white cat on her shoulder and Song Gang following behind him.

The three of them encountered Liang Rumeng and Shi Xiaotong, who were still in shock, on their way.

The two women initially staked out the riverbank where the children were playing in the water, but to no avail. They were then terrified by the sight of Li Mingliang and his mother's tragic deaths and retreated back to the village. In the end, they found no clues and were almost chased down by the survivors, but fortunately, they escaped unharmed.

Li Mingliang's wife also died; she hanged herself in a room with the doors and windows tightly locked, using a torn curtain.

On the wall were words written in blood from her bitten finger, expressing the bitterness of her marriage and claiming that she had no regrets about killing the mother and child, only hoping that she could be buried with her child, as far away from that demonic mother and child as possible.

Hanging in the dusty room was a heavily made-up female corpse with her eyes wide open in death.

Her eyes bulged and were bloodshot, her mouth was wide open with her tongue sticking out, which had turned blue, and her body hung there swaying precariously.

Jiang Chen and the others did not open the door and go in. They gathered around the window and carefully read the blood-written letter on the wall.

After searching for clues for a long time, the group of five met in the main square, discussed their options, and walked back together.

"Wait!" Just as they reached the door of the beach hut, Jiang Chen reached out to stop Duan Chengze from entering, pointing to the ground with his hand.

There was a clear footprint at the doorway.

Duan Chengze's pupils contracted sharply, his expression turning grave. "Those are Zhang Qiang's footprints. He was here!"

"Oh no! We haven't seen Tang Zixuan. Could he be inside?" Shi Xiaotong covered her mouth in fright.

Pushing open the door, I found the living room on the first floor completely empty.

Liang Rumeng and Shi Xiaotong, the two women, did not dare to step forward. Jiang Chen led the way, and Song Gang brought up the rear. The three big men went upstairs in a row.

The restroom is located at the corner on the second floor; the door is wide open and you can see the whole thing at a glance.

"Host, I'm scared!" The little white cat probably thought of scenes from some horror movies, and it clung to his shoulder, covering its eyes with its paws and trembling.

Jiang Chen gently pushed open the door to room number one. The room was clean and tidy, and no one was inside.

Duan Chengze opened his room number two, and it was exactly the same as when he left that morning.

"Ah!" Song Gang pushed open the door to his room, number three, and was so shocked by what he saw that he let out a brief scream and took two steps back. His body and voice trembled involuntarily. "Here...here..."

Tang Zixuan's head rolled to the ground, next to a large gaming headset.

Perhaps because he was so engrossed in the game until his death, his eyes were wide open and slightly red, and he lay on the ground staring blankly at the door; his body was still lying on the bed in the same position, and the white bedding was stained red with blood.

"Oh my god!" Shi Xiaotong was so frightened that she sat on the ground for a long time, her face pale.

Liang Rumeng wasn't much better off; her hands were trembling slightly. "How...how could this happen? Is it because he violated the butterfly effect rule?"

Although we weren't familiar with each other, we were still roommates living together.

After a moment of silence, Jiang Chen and Duan Chengze placed his body together on the bed to prevent it from being separated from his body.

The five people gathered in the living room on the first floor and looked at the darkening sky, and for a moment they were all silent.

"Tang Zixuan made a huge mistake." After a long while, Song Gang finally spoke up: "The death of our companion taught us a bloody lesson."

In the past, the player's spawn point in dungeons was like a safe house.

Even in a zombie apocalypse, you can be temporarily safe as long as you can hide in your birthplace.

Tang Zixuan hadn't been living in the apartment long and was rather rebellious and wouldn't listen to advice. The dungeons he'd experienced weren't very difficult, so he must have been careless and thought this dungeon would be the same as before, and that he could stay safe in the small house.

Jiang Chen added, "In the morning, Tang Zixuan went to play games with Zhang Pengpeng, probably trying to stop Li Shuaishuai from going to the riverbank at the source. He and Zhang Pengpeng were playing games on the game console, and they were wearing these headphones."

I didn't see what happened next, but I can guess.

Tang Zixuan thought he had stalled for time enough to successfully stop them, and then took Zhang Pengpeng's game console to play.

He was wearing headphones while playing games, which prevented him from hearing Zhang Qiang enter the room, leading to his attack and death.

“His mistake caused a butterfly effect, so everything that was supposed to happen started to go awry,” Liang Rumeng analyzed cautiously. “If he hadn’t been careless and stayed with us, he might have escaped this disaster.”

This beginner dungeon is too difficult, so please don't take it upon yourselves to act alone.

Let's gather all the clues we've found today.

Chapter 11 Terrifying Desert Island 10

The blood-written note left on the wall by Li Mingliang's wife solved part of the mystery—about Li Xiangping.

From her brief description, we learned that her mother-in-law, Wang Siya, favored sons over daughters and exploited her to subsidize her son. She even fabricated a story that her daughter had a mental illness and, together with the village chief's family, forcibly confined her to a mental hospital, embezzling all of her daughter's property for her son to squander.

Two years ago, a fire broke out at the mental hospital run by the village chief's son, and his daughter, Li Xiangping, was burned to death. Li Mingliang and his mother went there and made a scene, eventually settling the matter privately and receiving a large sum of compensation.

The two families became enemies because of this, and although they appeared to be on the surface, their relationship was tense in private.

"No wonder when Li Shuaishuai died, the villagers all gathered around to watch the spectacle, saying things like 'He who does no good will have no descendants.'" Song Gang suddenly realized.

“Li Shuaishuai didn’t drown; his body was dumped.” Jiang Chen analyzed seriously, “I saw his body floating in the water near the waterfall. His neck was probably broken, but his body was washed clean by the water and there were no other marks.”

In the morning, Tang Zixuan stopped Zhang Pengpeng from calling him to play in the water;

I observed from the neighborhood that after Li Shuaishuai ate, he went back to his room to watch TV, but I couldn't see what was happening inside from the outside, so I couldn't be sure if he went out through the back door.

Where Li Shuaishuai went, and who killed him and disposed of his body—this should be a key point.

Duan Chengze recalled for a moment, "Brother Song and I mainly guarded the small bamboo house by the square, and not many people had come into contact with the wine barrels."

The wine was brewed by the village chief's family. Early in the morning, his four sons poured it into a wooden barrel and sealed the lid.

The third brother then busied himself next to the barrel, mainly unscrewing the bottles and filling them into the large wooden barrel with valves, saying that his child would need them for crafts at school and that he would take the bottles with him.

The village chief once lifted the lid of a barrel to show off the aroma of his homemade wine;

Li Mingliang had seen it and was clearly dissatisfied, muttering under his breath that the village chief was too stingy, unwilling to even spend money on good wine. This almost led to a conflict with the village chief's third son.

Wang Dayou came over to mediate the fight, lifted the lid of the bucket to look inside, and even joked that with so much good wine, they should drink until they were drunk.

There was also a group of children running around playing games, making a lot of noise as they ran up and down the stairs several times.

Later, after Li Shuaishuai got into trouble, and everyone from this area went there, Brother Song and I also moved away to avoid suspicion. Then we saw Zhang Qiang sneaking over, taking a big white plastic bucket and stealing some wine from the wine barrel.

By the time the villagers began to die from the poison, no one else had been exposed to it.

It's unlikely that the village chief poisoned the wine; if he really wanted to kill the other villagers, he would have done so before even putting the wine in the barrel.

But Duan Chengze and his men saw it clearly: right after the wine was poured, the village chief's eldest son even took a sip and tasted it, but he did not die from the poison.