A thin light slowly shone in, like a hand quietly reaching into the wooden house. A sudden knock on the door broke the silence, waking Xia Yu and Lin Yiwei abruptly. Lin Yiwei shrank back and looked at Xia Yu. 

"Who?" Xia Yu asked. 

The knocking continued, but no one answered. 

Xia Yu sighed angrily, stood up, and went to open the door. He saw a man standing at the door—the one who had taken their belongings and put them in such a predicament. 

"You dare to come back?" Xia Yu grabbed him by the collar and punched him hard in the face. Director Hei stumbled back a few steps, then walked back over, seemingly insensitive to the pain. Xia Yu was about to strike again, waving his fist, but Lin Yiwei grabbed his hand. 

"Stop it! There's no point hitting him now." 

Xia Yu gasped for breath and retreated back into the house. Director Hei followed him into the cabin.

"I got lost in the desert because of the heavy rain," Director Hei said softly. "I'll return everything to you." "Bring your phone over first. I need to call for help." Lin Yiwei spread her hands. Director Hei untied his bag and pulled out several phones, all soaked. He placed them on the table. Lin Yiwei took them, examined them, and sighed, her only hope dashed again. Hearing the arguing downstairs, Ye Feng and San Moli came down. Seeing Director Hei like this, they understood what was going on and lost all hope of anger. 

"Where's the other person?" Director Hei raised his head and glanced around. "I remember there were five of you!" Xia Yu stood up and walked upstairs, saying, "I'll call him down. See if he wants to beat you up." Lin Yiwei watched Xia Yu go upstairs and just as she turned around, she heard Xia Yu scream. She hurried upstairs, not caring about the risk of the stairs collapsing at any moment. Xia Yu stood at the door of Liu Qingwen's bedroom, his feet dangling not far from his eyes, as if recording time. Liu Qingwen had hanged himself. 

The sketchpad was placed in the middle of the bedroom. Xia Yu did not go in, but he still saw the words on the sketchpad. The most beautiful painting in the world is probably like this - death. 
Xia Yu took a step back, squeezed Lin Yiwei's hand, and closed the door with his other hand. The other three people sat downstairs without moving, looking up at them as they went downstairs. 

Xia Yu's mouth trembled, "Liu Qingwen hanged himself. He used death as his last painting." 

"Coward." Ye Feng sneered, "He said he would kill me, but he didn't. He only had the courage to kill himself. He was destined not to be a good painter." 

"Can't you say less? The person is dead." Lin Yiwei replied with disgust. "It seems my fortune-teller friend was right." Ye Feng brushed his hair. "There are only five of us left, but since Director Hei has rejoined the team, there are now six of us, so one person had to die. Look, Liu Qingwen died—just in time." 

No one responded to Ye Feng's words. He was like a demon, repeating a terrifying curse. 

The rain had stopped. 

"In this weather, the sun will come out this afternoon, and we can follow the sun's direction to reach Huayang Lake," Director Hei whispered softly, as if afraid to anger the others. Ye Feng tilted his head back, as if contemplating something terrifying again, a wicked smile playing on his face. 

San Moli was taking her medicine again. "I didn't sleep well last night. I need to rest for a while," she said, and hurried upstairs, seemingly unconcerned about Liu Qingwen's hanging. Lin Yiwei, however, was worried about her. They remained silent for hours, the only sound being the hammering of each other's breathing. The thought of a dead man hanging upstairs seemed to have grown numb to them.