This ship, which seems to be the kind of painting boat in ancient times, is not large, the whole body is dark red, and some colorful patterns float on both sides of the hull.

Yan Junze stood on the riverbank and looked at the boat.

The buildings on both sides of the river have remained antique, but have been largely renovated and are mainly for trading, with various snack stalls and souvenir shops.

The shops were dusty, and some of the facades were damaged.

Yan Junze didn't pay attention to other things, in fact, there were thirteen weird ones in this area, but except for the weird one in the painting boat, the others were weaker, and when this high-level one was dealt with, they would be solved.

"It seems that before death...... It's a green house woman. Yan Junze muttered to himself.

Although this mission information seems normal, it always brings him a different feeling, something is wrong somewhere, but Yan Junze can't say what it is.

It's a gut feeling.

Not long after he stood by the riverbank, the painting boat that had been staying in the middle of the river suddenly began to move slowly, approaching the direction where Yan Junze was standing, and gradually anchored on the bank closest to him.

There are red lanterns flickering on the boat, and the candlelight flickering on and off.

In other words, this painting boat would not appear in front of people's eyes, and Yan Junze calculated the time of its appearance after reading the mission information, and pinched it a little.

The sky above was sprinkled with rare moonlight, but because of the appearance of the spirit bridge, the moonlight was mostly blocked, and the night seemed hazy.

A flash of red light poured out from the painting boat, lighting up the road ahead of Yan Junze.

He looked down, didn't say anything, stepped out of the riverbank, and boarded the boat.

The boat did not shake at all when he boarded it, but moved steadily again, and slowly walked towards the middle of the river.

Yan Junze held the black spirit umbrella in his hand, and walked into the hut of the painting boat step by step, since he entered the spirit bridge, he has always held the black spirit umbrella in his hand, beware of some strange things that don't have long eyes will sneak up on him.

The interior of the hut is very clean and tidy, with two rows of smaller red lanterns hanging on the left and right, and the inner rooms are blocked by a light-colored curtain, so it is difficult to see inside.

However, not far from the curtain, two round wooden stools were placed, and after Yan Junze walked over, he sat down in front of one of the wooden stools.

His eyes fell on the curtain and he was silent.

After waiting for a while, there was no movement inside, which made him wonder if the strange thing that seemed to be in the small bedroom was already asleep.

There was no way, he deliberately cleared his throat to remind the other party that he had come in.

There was silence, still no response.

"Who are you waiting for?" Yan Junze simply spoke directly, his tone was calm, and his eyes kept staring at the direction of the curtain.

The words "plain clothes are vaguely alluring to the city, and Yurong is still bringing moonlight" appeared in the mission information, which made Yan Junze suspect that the people in the painting boat seemed to be waiting for someone.

After he asked this, a lamentation came from behind the curtain, and the voice was a woman.

But it was only a lament, but it did not speak.

"I might be able to solve your doubts." Yan Junze continued to speak.

"What if you can't fix it?" The woman's crisp voice sounded.

Yan Junze smiled slightly and did not answer.

"If you can't solve it, I'm going to leave your head here." The woman said softly.

As soon as her words fell, Yan Junze suddenly felt that something was abnormal around his body, and he turned his head to look around, only to see that all the red lanterns around him had changed their appearance, no longer red lanterns, but all of them had their heads hanging on them.

These heads were all men, and they all had their mouths open, and they had candles lit in their mouths, as if they had been hollowed out of their heads, and the candlelight was leaking out from their open mouths, hollow eye sockets, and ear holes.

You can see that there is still blood flowing inside, reflecting the light of the candle in a faint red, like a red lantern.

Obviously, if Yan Junze can't solve it, then his fate will be the same as those present.

Shrugging his shoulders, he smiled, "Yes." ”

A sigh came from inside again, and the woman seemed to be whispering, and it seemed to be a memory.

"He's here, you help me find him."

Yan Junze was stunned for a moment, turned his head to look at the heads hanging around, and didn't know if the "he" the woman was referring to was in it.

But if she can find it in this way, it is too simple, she doesn't have to look for it herself, she can find this "him" herself.

At this moment, the woman's voice continued to come, and she listened tactfully, "Ten fingers are like spring shoots, water sleeves are stained with blood, try to see who is waiting for the green silk at the curtain." ”

The words of each sentence were very clear, and Yan Junze listened to it clearly.

As soon as the words fell, there was an imperceptible abnormality in the house again, Yan Junze turned his head to look around, and found that there were a few more fishing rods in the door.

There was a line strung on the rod, and the hook end of the line was ready for the bait, but when you looked closely, the bait turned out to be broken fingers.

The hook has either two fingers or three fingers on it, and the amount of bait on each rod varies.

These fingers are still dripping blood.

"Is this for me, fishing with this special bait?" Yan Junze glanced at the direction of the curtain in surprise, but the woman did not answer.

After thinking about it for a while, he picked up a fishing rod, walked out of the painting room, and came to the side of the boat.

A small ripple rippled on the water, and then the hook and two fingers slowly sank.

The river was breezy and breezy, Yan Junze felt a chill, he tightened his collar, and he didn't know how long he would be fishing.

Just now he noticed that the fingers used as bait looked very slender and white, not like a man's hand, but a woman's.

After a few moments, the rod sank, and it seemed that something had taken the bait.

Yan Junze hurriedly grabbed it with both hands, began to fish slowly, pulled up the hooked thing, and gradually surfaced.

Surprisingly, however, the thing appeared to be a clump of hair, long and many, floating on the surface of the water, and it was not clear if there was anything else underneath.

And Yan Junze also felt that the weight of the caught thing was light, as if it was just a ball of long hair.

But as it got closer and closer, a face emerged from the water, Yan Junze's eyes widened, and he carefully observed while pulling, and soon a woman wearing a white dress was pulled out.

The woman's cheeks were swollen, and her hands were high and swollen when she was exposed, which should have been soaked for a long time.

If it weren't for the fact that she still had some of the characteristics of a woman, and some parts were more swollen than the swollen places, even Yan Junze wouldn't be able to tell her gender.

After dragging her out of the water with a fishing rod, the weight suddenly increased rapidly, Yan Junze was startled, and the fishing rod was almost broken.

He immediately bent down, reached out and grabbed the woman's hair, threw away the fishing rod, and directly twisted the hair with both hands and pulled it up.

This picture is that a corpse that is extremely terrifying and disgusting, exuding a smell of water, was dragged up from the water by Yan Junze like a doll, and then thrown on the board of the boat in an extremely disgusting way.

Yan Junze gasped, walked into the house, and asked, "Is this person you are looking for?" ”

"It's not." Voices came from behind the curtains.

"Then she's ......"

"My maid."

Yan Junze nodded, didn't ask any more, and picked up the second fishing rod by the door, which was hooked with three bloody fingers.

The two fingers on the first fishing rod had disappeared after the swollen female corpse was fished, and now I think it should be in the female corpse's mouth, or it has been swallowed.

Although it can be recycled, Yan Junze doesn't want to take it out of her mouth.

Throwing the bait of the second fishing rod into the water, this time Yan Junze changed the position of the boat and began to wait quietly again, looking back at the swollen female corpse lying on the board of the boat from time to time, to see if she would get up alone while she was not paying attention and kill herself.

The cool breeze on the boat was stronger, and the surrounding temperature seemed to be getting lower at this moment, Yan Junze had already put his black spirit umbrella into the node, and if there was an emergency, it could be easily released at any time.

I don't know if there is a reason for the existence of this female corpse, the air has been continuously dropping.

It was so quiet that I couldn't even hear the sound of the water, as if the environment I was in was full of dead things, not only on the boat, but also under the river.

After a moment, he subconsciously turned his head to look at it, and was immediately shocked.

Because the swollen female corpse that was lying flat just now had a curved body at this moment, and not only that, her fat cheeks were stretched out, and her mouth was wide open.

Yan Junze bent down to take a closer look, and found that she had remained like this, not moving, and I didn't know if something in her body had opened her mouth and crawled out, or if she opened it herself.

But fortunately, those puffy eyes were closed.

At this moment, the fishing rod in his hand sank, and something was baited again.

Yan Junze immediately shifted his attention and looked at the water, but he could only see the float sinking into the water, and nothing else could be seen.

He immediately began to pull the fish, this time there was some weight under the water, but it still did not float, but was quickly pulled towards the bow of the boat by himself.

"Is it another corpse?" Yan Junze guessed.

As I got closer and closer, I saw a dress appear under the water, a long dress to be exact.

"Another female corpse?" Yan Junze was surprised, "It won't be the maid of the woman inside again." ”

As soon as the rod was mentioned, the weight that I had felt suddenly decreased, and with a bang, a set of dresses was lifted out of the water, and the water poured down, and it turned out to be just a set of clothes.

It was a set of water sleeve skirts without any corpses.

However, the surface of this water-sleeved skirt is stained with blood, which is shocking at a glance, and some parts of the clothes have been torn, or caused by sharp weapons.

At this moment, Yan Junze looked at the fish hook, and the three fingers that were hooked were gone.

It seems that every time it is fished, the fingers on it disappear, not necessarily eaten by the female corpse, or falling into the water.

This set of water-sleeved skirts has a narrow waist, and even if the female corpse on the boat board is not swollen, it may not be able to wear it.

Maybe someone else's.

After thinking of this, Yan Junze turned his head to look at the female corpse with his mouth open, and the next second he shook suddenly, opened his eyes wide, and looked at the swollen female corpse.

Because at this moment, the movements of the female corpse changed again, no longer curled up on the ground, but sat up facing her direction, her mouth was still wide open, and her whole face was swollen like a white-faced steamed bun.

But her eyes were still closed.

took the water-sleeved skirt in his hand, and it happened that the female corpse had already sat up, Yan Junze took the skirt to her by the way and gestured, and found that it was indeed not her clothes, so he immediately spread the water-sleeved skirt on the boat board.

Turning back to the door of the painting hut, he picked up a third fishing rod with two fingers of bait.

After facing the curtain, he said: "This time I caught a water sleeve skirt, it should be yours, I put it outside for you." ”

There was a moment of silence behind the curtain, followed by a calm voice.

"Thank you."

With the third rod in hand, I walked to the bow of the boat and changed the direction again and threw the bait into the river.

The temperature on the boat dropped again, Yan Junze could already see his breath clearly, and turned his head to look at the riverbank, which was foggy on both sides, and the shops along the river were no longer visible.

He had the illusion that the painting boat at this moment seemed to be no longer in the river just now, as if it had reached an unknown water.

Whew-

A strong cool breeze blew in, and a small red flag on the bow of the ship was blown to the sound of hunting.

"Damn, why is it getting colder? I knew that the river was so cold, so I should have dressed more before the mission. Yan Junze couldn't help but muttered to himself.

Turning his head, he saw that the swollen female corpse was still sitting there, her mouth wide open, and she hadn't moved.

Suddenly, the fishing rod in his hand shook violently, and he almost fell off his hand and into the river.

Yan Junze was startled, and hurriedly grabbed the fishing rod with both hands, and the object that hooked the hook under the surface of the water seemed to be struggling, and it struggled very violently.

This time is completely different from the previous two, and it seems that the hook is really a live fish.

Yan Junze pulled slowly, afraid that the fishing line would be broken or the struggling fish would come off the hook, loosen a little, tighten a little, slowly retract the line, and when he was about to reach the side of the boat, he suddenly mentioned it, and a black thing was lifted out of the water.

But then Yan Junze was shocked, he never expected that the hook was not a fish, but a ...... Infant!

It was a purple-covered baby boy, with only a few strands of hair on his head, wet and sticking to his scalp, his lips pierced by fishhooks, and his limbs were floppy, hanging naturally and motionless in the air.

When I was in the water just now, I obviously felt that the baby was struggling and shaking violently, but at this moment, it seems that it has been dead for a long time, and even the color of its body has changed.

Yan Junze hurriedly put it gently on the board of the boat, walked over and squatted down, and slowly removed the hook that hooked the baby's lips.

Looking at it so closely, it was found that the baby may have died at birth, even the bones are brittle, and if you use a little force, you can even reverse the joints of your arms.