For the sake of beauty, some reeds and weeds will be planted on the shore, and the soil is soft, so there is no way to stand people, but because people often come to this lake to fish, there are still some places by the lake that can stand people.

Soon, Peng Zishao found such a place, the originally soft land on the shore had been trampled on a lot, and it had been hardened, he walked over and squatted down by the lake.

Stretched out his hand and picked up a little water, his hand was cold, and he looked at the color, and it was quite clear.

Peng Zishao put the water in his hand under his nose and sniffed it, with a slight earthy and fishy smell.

felt that there should be no problem, so Peng Zishao picked up the bucket and began to fill the water, such a bucket of water, nearly twenty liters, enough for a day or two.

The sound of gurgling kept ringing, and in this quiet morning, in this thick fog, it sounded a little weird.

Seeing that the water was almost full, suddenly, Peng Zishao's left palm suddenly ached, as if it had been burned by a cigarette butt.

Reflexively, Peng Zishao shook his left hand suddenly, and with this flick, the feeling of being burned by a cigarette butt suddenly disappeared, leaving only a slight feeling of heat.

Peng Zishao raised his left hand and opened the palm, only to see that in the middle of the palm, a red spot the size of a mineral water bottle cap appeared.

The slight feeling of heat emanating from the red spot.

After a closer look, I saw that there was nothing special, so I didn't pay attention and continued to irrigate.

Soon, a bucket of water was filled, and Peng Zishao lifted the bucket out of the water.

The water quality is slightly yellow, and there is still a trace of greenery in it, Peng Zishao frowned slightly, thinking of his unwashed pot, and finally sighed softly, and walked back with the bucket.

The palm of his left hand was still hot, but it didn't affect it, and when Peng Zishao passed by the south gate, a man passed by him, and the two almost collided together.

Peng Zishao wanted to say sorry, but the man seemed to be in a hurry, and he glanced at Peng Zishao with a strange face and left quickly.

As Peng Zishao walked, the strange face of the man just now appeared in his mind.

"It's fear!"

"What is he afraid of?"

Peng Zishao couldn't help touching his face, although he was not handsome, he was also handsome, and his facial features were also correct, which was relatively attractive, so as not to scare others.

"Is it because I didn't wash my face?"

Shaking his head slightly, Peng Zishao didn't think much about it, changed the bucket in his hand to carry it, and continued to move forward in the thick fog.

"Bang!"

There was a soft sound, which startled Peng Zishao.

The sound came from his left front, like something had hit something.

I didn't want to bother, but then a violent pant came from the place where the sound had just come from.

The sound was not loud, but it was still very clear in this silent moment into Peng Zishao's ears, and after thinking about it, Peng Zishao walked in the direction where the sound came from.

When he got closer, Peng Zishao found a supermarket shopping cart parked next to the guardrail, full of them.

It's all some food and water, as well as some daily necessities, which look miscellaneous.

This reminded Peng Zishao of the man he met just now, the man who almost collided with him, also pushing a cart with things in it.

It seems that the sound just now should have been made by the cart hitting the guardrail, Peng Zishao listened carefully again, but the violent panting sound was gone.

"Anyone?"

Peng Zishao shouted in a low voice, but no one answered, he looked at the cart full of things, hesitated for a moment, pushed the cart to a corner of the guardrail, and then continued to walk towards his rental house.

……

Because of the dense fog, Peng Zishao didn't see that less than twenty meters away from the cart, a person was lying there quietly.

The man was on the concrete floor inside the guardrail below the thigh, and above the thigh, it was all in the green belt outside the guardrail.

As Peng Zishao walked away, the man also began to move, and his whole body slid towards the green belt outside the guardrail, as if something was dragging her.

Soon, the man disappeared into the green belt and into the dense vegetation, leaving a trail of trailing blood on the concrete floor inside the guardrail.

……

Back at the rental house, Peng Zishao cleaned the pot first, and then began to cook breakfast.

The so-called breakfast is to cook instant noodles, not that Peng Zishao doesn't want to eat anything else, but he has no money to buy it.

His cash has almost been spent, and there is money on the card, but now there is no signal on the mobile phone, and he can't even scan the code to pay.

Maybe the smell of instant noodles was too strong, and the other three people in the rental house also got up.

The girl in the bar went out directly after getting dressed neatly, and the two, the woman also went out, and the man went to the kitchen to take a look, and after seeing that there was no gas stove in the kitchen, he frowned slightly and walked to Peng Zishao's room.

The man came to the door of Peng Zishao's room, shrugged his nose, and a unique fragrance of instant noodles suddenly entered his nose.

He has always thought that instant noodles are junk food, so he is very disdainful of this kind of food.

He and his daughter-in-law are both white-collar workers, and their combined salaries are more than 10,000 yuan a month.

Usually they go to the restaurant to eat, but after the fog came, the water and electricity went out, and they wanted to go out to eat, but the restaurants were closed, and even the supermarkets were closed.

Thinking that the foggy weather wouldn't last long, they bought a few buckets of instant noodles at the commissary, plus some nut snacks that his daughter-in-law usually buys, and a box of chocolates, so they persevered for the past two days.

Last night, they had already boiled the last two buckets of instant noodles and ate them, and after a night, they were already not full of food, and they would be even more hungry when they smelled the instant noodles.

The man swallowed and raised his hand to knock on the door.

Soon, the door opened, Peng Zishao appeared at the door, he looked at the man standing at the door, and asked flatly, "Is there something?" ”

"Hmm." The man nodded and said, "Brother, do you still have anything to eat?" I paid for it. ”

"It's gone." Peng Zishao's expression was flat, and he was about to close the door after speaking.

Peng Zishao's room is not big, a bed, a simple wardrobe, a computer desk and a stool occupy three-fifths of the whole room, and the rest of the place, in addition to some supplies, is his gas stove and gas canister.

Because the room is not big, everything in the room can be seen clearly, and when the man saw that Peng Zishao was about to close the door, he frowned, and reached out and pressed on the door, which made Peng Zishao's action of closing the door stagnant.