The Hunted "Dead Man"

At 2:47 in the morning, I was huddled in the woods in the wilderness, with the screams of my companions in my ears, and Lin Peng's blood still sticking to my palms. Seven hours ago, we were driving the Corolla, talking and laughing, until a bloody face flashed in front of the car - that face was clearly Wang Xuechun in the back seat. There were no bodies, no signals, just four black figures staring directly at us in front of the tombstones in the cemetery. The convenience store clerk was as cold as paper pricking a person. Sun Lei saw "Lin Peng" with his face covered in blood in the hearse. When Ye Chao's dagger stabbed into my shoulder, he screamed: "We are already dead! Only one of us can survive!" Now, holding the blood-stained stone, I finally understand - that box of banknotes falling from the sky is not salvation at all. But when the police discovered the scene, I "awoke".