It doesn't matter if it's good or bad, it's just thought. —Shakespeare

In the early hours of the morning, it was unusually quiet, and the slightest wind carried a slight coolness. The rising mist from the water covers the entire lake, like a fairyland.

In the fog, a house appeared in front of him, an old house, and pushed the door open to wake up the spider by the corner door, and crawled to the other end of the spider's web.

Only two meters east of the entrance seems to be a kitchen, just a simple stove, a rusty iron pot, and there is still a little water in the pot, and the leaves falling from the air are soaked in the water.

Pushing open the door of the back room, there was a creaking sound, a dilapidated bed, the blanket had blackened, and there was a naked woman lying on the bed, hoping not to wake her.

She lay on the bed as if she were dead, and there was another person next to her, busy, busy sticking scales on her.

Scales crawled all over her body, like a mermaid......

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