Park Piaole took a step forward, the soles of his shoes made a deep mark on the beach, his eyes looked at this beach calmly, the sea and sky were beautiful, but it was still not comparable to the beach of his hometown Tamna Island.

This is a seaside park in Fukuoka City, located across the street from Fukuoka Tower, a small popular attraction.

A narrow beach is not a good one, at least if you have enough time, Fukuoka people prefer to go to the beach next door to Itoshima City, which is the size of a district in Hwakoku, and is very close.

The summer sun scorches people's skin, and in the heat of thirty or forty degrees, it is hard to imagine that with a few more gusts of wind blowing from the north, the temperature will drop rapidly to twenty degrees in a month.

Lazy citizens lying on the beach or relaxing on the benches blowing the sea breeze are worthy of being the most comfortable city in the country, and Fukuoka City is one of the best in terms of life satisfaction over the years, despite its remote location.

With only two-thirds of Tokyo's rent, convenient living conditions, transportation in the city, relatively low prices, natural beauty, pleasant climate, and Hakata beauty, the university is so-so, and there is at least one Kyushu University of the old Imperial University.

"What a strange fellow, how can his skin be so white."

"It's albinism."

"I look more like some kind of skin disease."

Someone noticed Park Piaole on the beach, everyone was dressed very little in the sun, Park Piaole's fully armed posture was too strange, and the miserable white skin exposed by Guo was not a normal human being.

In particular, a face that has begun to alienate, combining the characteristics of snakes and humans, with elongated facial features, strange and terrifying.

"The eyes are so disgusting, it's Nan Zaoyang."

Crookedly, someone recognized Park Piaole's true identity at a glance.

"Ball, Mom, Ball!!"

A small colored ball was thrown into the ocean, and as the waves rolled, the small ball also drifted towards the depths of the ocean, although it finally stopped at a distance of twenty meters, and the depth of the place was not something that ordinary people could pass.

Not to mention a seven or eight-year-old kid, he looked helplessly at the ball swallowed by the sea with teary eyes.

"Buy another one, we'll buy another one later."

A young mother who was talking to a friend called her son.

When her father returned to the port from the sea, he was actually 'escorted' by the government, to be precise, because the fishing boat hit the dock and cooperated with the investigation.

"I don't know if there's anything to investigate, isn't it just hitting the dock, isn't this kind of thing very common? And if you want to cooperate with the investigation, it is not enough to let the captain and the helmsman go, and it is too exaggerated to call the whole ship. ”

"That's how the government often gets nervous, relaxes, and will come back in a few days, and we'll go together when the time comes......"

The male friend next to him comforted the young woman, except for the ball that fell into despair, everything was an ordinary and ordinary day.

Countless unlucky balls die in the sea every day, like hydrogen balloons lost in the sky, and coins that fall into sewer ditches.

and sweaty location cameramen, the location team of Kyushu's local TV station is bored doing live broadcasts on the beach, and small local TV stations like them have no funds to do film and television dramas, let alone a team to do a variety show.

That is, to broadcast outdated news, boring live broadcasts on location to maintain pitiful ratings, for seventy or eighty-year-olds to watch.

"This year's Waterfront Park is still ......"

The female anchor who walked into the TV station by relying on her relationship stood on the beach, saying clichés that I don't know which page on the Internet she copied, will anyone really watch this kind of thing when it is released?

You must be playing cards with the picture of the TV, right? The izakaya won't use your dead voice as background music.

Whatever he goes, just pay yourself a salary anyway, and the ratings are not in the consideration of a small photographer like him.

People basking in the sun around consciously stay away from the camera, and most people in island countries still don't like to be on camera, and the more money they have, the less they like it.

The crying child suddenly quieted down, a big hand pressed his little skull, and a hoarse voice came from overhead: "Little friend, do you want the ball in the sea?" ”

Pu Piaole uses the early sheep language mixed with English, not to mention the island people, even the southern early sheep people can't understand this half-earth-half-ocean thing.

"Hmm." The child nodded ignorantly, he didn't understand what the weird uncle was saying, and he couldn't see the colored balls that had drifted away from his small height.

But the child's natural instinct told him that danger came from the palm of the hand that caressed his head, which was cold and lukewarm.

Poor and helpless and wanted to cry, but did not dare to cry.

Anyway, it's right to nod your head, my mother and uncle are right next to me, and I shouldn't be caught by the bad guys.

Park Piaole showed a sinister smile, pointed to the small ball and said, "Wait a minute, I'll pick up the ball for you, okay?" ”

"Hmm."

Nodding with satisfaction, Park Piaole was happy that someone could understand his island dialect, and it seemed that it was not so difficult to communicate with the island people.

He headed in the direction of the ball in the sea, and his hands were deliberately pretentiously clenched, looking like some great man.

As a former beach lifeguard, Park Piaole is of course good at swimming with one hand, but he walked to the sea neatly dressed like this, and in the eyes of the people around him, he seemed to be a fool, swimming in clothes, performance art?

"It's not going to be in league with the TV station over there, what kind of show is this filming."

"The Great Prize for Acts of Human Confusion?"

"Whoa."

The waves rushed forward, bulldozing the footprints on the beach, and pouring a mouthful of salt water into those who couldn't dodge, but Park Piaole didn't even get two pairs of shoes wet.

One step, two steps.

At first, I couldn't see anything because of the low water level, but when I walked ten steps away, the picture became visibly weird to the naked eye.

While others only show their upper body in the water, or simply only have their necks, Park Piaole simply stands up on the surface of the water, looking like a person with his head is licking his shoes.

The mysterious scene continues, and Park Piaole walks step by step to the depths of the ocean, bending down and grabbing the small ball on the water.

With an expressionless face, Park Piaole slowly walked back without waves.

The ordinary shoes kept on the water.

The physical violation silenced the hustle and bustle of the beach for an instant, and everyone seemed to have been cast a silence spell, stiff necks, sluggish gazes, and eyeballs that almost popped out of their sockets.

"Is it this ball?"

The waves pushed Park Piaole to the beach, and he crouched down, holding the ball softly.

"Uh-huh." The stupid boy was so frightened that he couldn't even speak.

The photographer's lens unconsciously deviated to this god-level scene, and the heartbeats of the elderly people who were bored watching TV on Kyushu Island suddenly rose, and the hospital phones in various places exploded instantly.