The sailors stood on the deck, the whole ship was empty (dàng) (dàng), there was no captain, no first mate, no other crew members, and as for the passengers, there was only Fang Fan. The ship wasn't big, but it was a bit of a waste as a route between Zhonghai City and Shibu Village.

According to the sailors, it only takes a few hours to reach Shibu Village from Zhonghai City, and it will be faster if there is a tailwind. At this time, the ship he was on was called Wanjiang, and it used to be the personal ship of the president of the shipyard company. From time to time, you will meet some important guests or have some secret parties. Fang Fan was not interested in any of this, what he wanted to know most was why this ship had fallen to this point today, and why no one would care about such a lonely ship sailing back and forth on the sea.

Fang Fan took out the cigarette case, and there were not many cigarettes in it. He walked over to the sailor (shēn) and said.

"Do you want one?"

The sailor looked at the cigarette in Fang Fan's hand, waved his hand, and said.

"I've quit a long time ago."

Fang Fan took back the cigarette, lit one himself, and said.

"We've talked a lot, I have a question for you."

The sailor took the rudder of the ship, looked ahead, and said.

"Just ask."

"What has the Wanjiang experienced?"

"Of course it's what a ship should go through."

"Don't sell it, you know what I'm asking."

The sailor smiled and said.

"Everyone is asking the same questions as you, but when they get the answers, it's hard to face and see me as a monster."

"Then you might as well talk to me."

The sailor looked at Fang Fan and said.

"Do you believe in ghosts?"

"I didn't believe it before, but I believed it later."

"Have you seen them?"

"A few times."

The sailor pondered for a moment, and then told his story.

"This Wanjiang belongs to Yongxing Shipyard, and the owner's name is Zhao Yongxing. He used to make a living from fishing, and then he partnered with a few people to start a running boat, and then he had a little money in his hand, plus some loans with the bank, so he started a shipyard.

At that time, it was the time to agitate for opening up to the outside world and strengthen the foreign trade economy, so the business of the shipyard was like (rì) Zhongtian. Although Zhao Yongxing is a businessman, he has the blood of an adventurer in his bones, he has lived on the sea since he was a child, and he relies on the sea for food and drink, but what annoys him is that he doesn't know anything about the sea.

One day he suddenly had the idea of a sailing adventure, but it was quickly rejected by those around him. First, because of his status, the shipyard is pointed to him, if he has three long and two short, the shipyard will be in danger. The second reason is that this matter (shēn) has extremely unstable factors, in fact, to put it bluntly, it is still related to Zhao Yongxing's safety.

Zhao Yongxing had no choice but to give up. Although the action was stranded, the seed had been growing in his heart. When he retired, he handed over all the big and small affairs of the shipyard to his successor. And there is only one thing he asks for from the shipyard, which is this Wanjiang. The first ship built by the shipyard itself. The total length is 15 meters, the width is 5 meters, and there are two floors above and below, with a driving area above and a rest area below, with a load capacity of about dozens of people. ”

When the sailor introduced the ship, Fang Fan noticed that his face was filled with a proud god (qíng), as if he was introducing his own ship. Fang Fan interrupted and asked.

"Then how did you meet Zhao Yongxing?"

"It's a coincidence. That year, I had just been released from prison and had nowhere to go, but I didn't want to go back to the old path, so I looked for a job posting in the newspaper and saw that the Wanjiang was recruiting sailors at that time, so I went with the mentality of giving it a try. Zhao Yongxing didn't care about my past, but felt that it was very precious for a prodigal son like me to turn back, so I stayed on this ship until now. ”

"And what happened to you?"

Water pointed to the dock looming in the fog and said.

"The Wabu Village is there, and I'll tell you the rest of the story when you come back from the Wabu Village."

Fang Fan looked at the dock that was about to appear, and then said to the sailor.

"Then we'll make up our minds, and you'll wait for me here in two days."

"It's a deal."

The bow of the boat lightly hit the tires on the edge of the dock, and Fang Fan jumped off, he looked back at the sailor, and said.

"It's a deal."

The sailor smiled, turned the bow of the ship and left.

After getting on the dock, the fog was much lighter, and across the dock was a sandy beach, Fang Fan looked at his watch. It was just after one o'clock in the afternoon, and although there was some sea breeze, there were still not very friendly waves in the wind.

The empty (dàng) beach is not a little lifeless, and the boulders in the distance resemble stranded seals. Little by little, the waves carry away the mud and sand on the side of the big stone (shēn), and it is more exposed to the sun. There was an asphalt road next to the beach, and Fang Fan was a little surprised that there was still an asphalt road on such a closed island village. He sat on the side of the road and poured the sand out of his shoes, then took off his sweat-soaked tào and stuffed it into his backpack.

Fang Fan walked along the asphalt road, looking back from time to time, there was not a single passing car, only the not cool shade overhead. At this moment, there was a bell sound from behind him (shēn), and Fang Fan looked back to see a young and beautiful girl riding a bicycle in his direction. After a while, the bicycle stopped next to Fang Fan (shēn), the girl said.

"Outlander?"

Fang Fan nodded. The girl took out a bottle of water from the basket and handed it to Fang Fan, saying.

"Drink. It's still a long way to get from here to the village, and if you don't dislike it, you can ride me back for you. ”

Fang Fan was overjoyed in his heart, even pedaling a bicycle was better than walking. He nodded vigorously and said.

"No problem, leave it to me."

With that, he motioned for the girl to sit in the back seat, and then sat in the front himself. When you get on your bike, the wind starts flowing. The wind pressed the traces of sweat on his face just now, and it was extremely cool. The girl gently hugged Fang Fan's waist, and he felt inexplicably nervous. To ease the embarrassment, he said.

"The water you gave me just now was so sweet."

Speed hid Fang Fan's voice in the wind. Fang Fan saw that the girl didn't speak, and then said it loudly again. The girl was still silent, and Fang Fan felt that he was a little too familiar with it, so he stopped talking.

Although the girl didn't speak, her white arms sometimes wrapped around Fang Fan's waist, and sometimes appeared in the sun to help Fang Fan show the way. Often when the journey is over, it is also the time when hope and disappointment really collide. The girl patted Fang Fan on the back and motioned for him to stop. Fang Fan stopped on the side of the road and asked.

"Have you arrived?"

The girl jumped down from the back seat with a straw hat with flowers, and said with the corners of her mouth slightly raised.

"It's here, but I can't go into the village with you, you'd better go in 20 minutes."

"Why?"

"It's the rule in the village. It is forbidden for people from this village to have contact with people from other villages. ”

"In that case, can you tell me what your name is, and if I have a chance to meet you in the village, I can say hello."

Girl, she said with a smile.

"It's a little too blunt."

Fang Fan was stunned for a moment, and the girl continued.

"My name is Su Shuang."

After that, Su Shuang rode a bicycle and drifted away in the wind like a dandelion, and when Fang Fan reacted, he couldn't see Su Shuang's back. Fang Fan repeatedly muttered this familiar name in his mouth, although he had no impression of Su Shuang's appearance, but this name was indeed trying to awaken some dusty memories in his heart.

Walking through the arched village gate, there is a very open square, and there is a sculpture standing in the middle of it, which looks like the most respected person in the village. Behind the square are two fork roads, each of which is lined with neat brick houses, and it seems that the economic level of Shizumi Village is not at the top but also at the middle level.

There is a small supermarket at the intersection of the back of the square and the fork in the road, which contracts the usual necessities of the entire Shibu Village, and the seats of the three-wheeled electric vehicles at the door are hot in the sun. Fang Fan suddenly felt a little thirsty, he lifted the curtain made of plastic beads and walked in. As soon as he entered the house, he smelled the pungent smell of soy sauce and vinegar.

"Boss, bring me a bottle of cold mineral water."

"There's no ice cold now, only at night."

"Why not now?"

The boss pointed to the switch on the wall with his chin and said.

"It's not time for power yet."

Fang Fan didn't understand what he meant, and then asked.

"What do you mean by that? Is it a stage power supply? ”

The boss nodded and said.

"There is electricity from 6 to 12 a.m. and from 4 p.m. to 12 a.m."

"Why is this happening?"

"Do you know the undersea tunnel, young man?"

Fang Fan suddenly remembered the tunnel that Yang Yue had built on the bottom of the sea before, and he whispered.

"You know, what's wrong?"

"The electricity we have here is transmitted from Zhonghai City, and we can use electricity normally every day by relying on the undersea tunnel, mainly by the cables in the undersea tunnel. However, since the suspension of the undersea tunnel, the power supply pressure in Zhonghai City has increased, and the power supply time has been changed for the sake of safety. ”

Hearing this, Fang Fan felt a little ashamed in his heart, although this matter was Yang Yue's fault, but now the fault for causing the inconvenience of electricity for the villagers in Shishui Village was indeed Fang Fan and them. Not only that, but many people died in that accident in the first place. Yang Yue is certainly wrong, but Fang Fan is understandable for justice, and who is right and who is wrong depends on the interests of that class they represent. Fang Fan continued.

"Then give me a bottle at room temperature."

The boss took the mineral water from the shelf and handed it to Fang Fan, asking.

"You're from out of town, aren't you?"

"yes, how do you know?"

"There are so many people in this village, almost all of them have come to me to buy things, I have long remembered them, and your accent betrayed you when you opened your mouth."

Fang Fan smiled and said.

"Awesome, awesome. Have you ever met this person? ”

Fang Fan said and took out the photo of the nickname owl, and the boss looked at it and said.

"What are you looking for him?"

"Inquire about something."

"It's nothing, we're friends, let's make small talk."

"As far as I know, his friends can be counted on one hand, but I've never seen him bring you here."

Fang Fan smiled kindly and said.

"It's my first time."

Suddenly, the boss's table (qíng) (yīn) was sen, his eyes were full of vigilance and hostility, and then he said word by word.

"You can't fool me as an outsider, you're a policeman."

For a while, the atmosphere in the small supermarket was a little tense, and at this moment, Fang Fan suddenly laughed and said.

"Good eyesight, I did work as a police officer, but that was in the past, and I'm quitting now."

"What the hell are you doing here?"

"I'm here to ship an owl."

Hearing this, the face of the small supermarket owner improved a lot, but his vigilance (xìng) still did not decrease. It seems that the owl is not only here, but he also knows what the owl does. The boss rolled his eyes and said.

"You wait."

With that, the boss walked to the back. Just as Fang Fan was hesitating to leave, the windows and doors around this small supermarket suddenly fell down the roller shutters, and he was like a sardine trapped in a can.

A moment later, the lights came on in the small dark supermarket, and then there was a (yīn) yang strange sound.

"I heard you're looking for me?"

"You're an owl?"

"That's right, I'm the owl you're looking for. I know that you are Fang Fan, and I also know the purpose of your coming to me. I've mastered Tang Mang's trading route, and that's what you want. Then why don't we make a game, and as long as you can survive here, I'll give you the trade route with both hands, okay? Don't rush to answer, you have ten seconds to think about it. ”

As soon as the words fell, Fang Fan immediately replied.

"That's it."

"Cheerful, then good luck."

After that, all the previous roller shutters were opened, and after a while, the boss also came out. Behind his hands, he smiled (yīn) Sensen. Fang Fan asked.

"Since it has been agreed, then we will not say secret words."

"What do you want to know?"

"The secret of this village."

The supermarket owner laughed out loud and said.

"There's no such way to take a shortcut, you can only know the secret on your own."

Fang Fan spread his hands and said.

"Oh well. That being the case, the last question. ”

"Please."

"Where did I sleep tonight?"

"You go out from here, 200 meters to the east, there's a hotel where you can stay, but I remind you that there have been no guests there for a long time."

Fang Fan felt that the boss had something to say, so he continued to ask.

"What? Could it be a black shop? ”

The boss smiled and said nothing, and after a while, he took a hotel business card and handed it to Fang Fan, and said.

"If you can't find it, call the number above, and someone will pick you up then."

"The service is also (tǐng) thoughtful."

The boss suddenly laughed and said.

"There's something more thoughtful."

Fang Fan picked up the mineral water and walked out of the supermarket, Yan Yanlie (rì) wanted to tan all the human bones. Fang Fan covered his forehead with his hand and walked briskly towards the hotel 200 meters to the east. After a while, Fang Fan found this hotel called Rosefang. The name is a little weird, it sounds more like the name of KTV, when Fang Fan stopped at the door, he noticed that the bicycle at the door was very familiar, it wouldn't be so coincidental, right?

It was much cooler when he entered the hotel, Fang Fan put his backpack aside, and then rang the bell on the bar. After a while, that familiar face appeared from behind the curtain, and Fang Fan shouted.

"Su Shuang, it's really you."

Su Shuang looked up and saw that it was the person he saw a few minutes ago. But Su Shuang looked a little nervous, and gave Fang Fan a look. Fang Fan asked in a low voice.

"What's wrong?"

Su Shuang suddenly came out of the bar, and when he came out, he looked behind the curtain, looking like a thief. She pulled Fang Fan to the door and said.

"You can't act like we've known each other before, you know?"

"Why?"

"Don't ask why, I'm doing this for your good. You have to remember, you have to. ”

Suddenly, there was a coughing sound from inside, and Su Shuang was suddenly shocked, and Fang Fan could see that she was very nervous. Su Shuang walked quickly towards the bar, and then a young man appeared from behind the curtain and said.

"Xiao Shuang, why don't you receive guests?"

"Dad, I didn't just have to receive you, and you came out."

Fang Fan suspected that he had heard it wrong, he looked a few years younger than Su Shuang, and Su Shuang actually called this young man Dad. Su Shuang looked at Fang Fan's doubtful god (qíng) and gave Fang Fan a look, and Fang Fan immediately realized that he was a little out of shape. So he said.

"I need a big (chuáng) room, and it's best to be able to take a shower."

The young man said immediately.

"Yes, yes, you come with me."

After completing the formalities, Fang Fan followed the young man up to the second floor. Su Shuang memorized the two simple words on the (shēn) certificate, and her eyes were full of concern and nervousness.

The young man took Fang Fan to the innermost room on the second floor, and when the door opened, there was a dampness, and Fang Fan covered his mouth and nose and took a step back. The young man suddenly stepped forward and opened the curtains, and said.

"It's been a long time since there's been a habit, don't be surprised, just ventilate."

"Is there anything to do here at night?"

"I wonder what kind of fun place you're talking about?"

"As long as you can drink."

"It's not like a big city, there are no fancy places, if you want to drink, you can have it downstairs, if you drink alone, I can accompany you to drink."

"Okay, I'll go to you when the time comes."

"No problem, no problem."

"And one more question, what if I eat?"

The young man looked up at the clock on the wall and said.

"Meals are served here at 6 p.m. every night, but you need to make up for another meal."

Fang Fan said with a smile.

"Money is not an issue, just good food."

"Don't worry, with your words, I will definitely take out my housekeeping skills."

"There's one more thing I'd like to ask you."

"What's the matter, just say it."

"Why isn't there anyone outside at this time?"

As soon as the words fell, Fang Fan noticed that after the young man heard this, the expression (qíng) on his face obviously flashed a trace of unnaturalness, he coughed dryly, and said.

"They're probably sleeping."

"Oh, okay, we'll see you in the evening, and you'll have to have a few drinks with me."

"Definitely, definitely."

With that, the young man left. Fang Fan took out his mobile phone and looked at it, it showed no signal, Fang Fan sighed and threw the mobile phone on (chuáng).

Compared to the mobile phone signal, Fang Fan wanted to take a shower more now, and when he took off his shirt, Fang Fan frowned and stared at himself in the mirror, and a red ghost head gradually appeared on his dark and shiny front (xiōng).

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