"What kind of fish is this?" I asked.

Mr. Liang put on a pair of protective gloves, grabbed the fish from the net, and pinched both cheeks vigorously. The fish was forced to open its mouth, and I looked inside, and my heart was pounding. The fish has human-like teeth in its mouth, two rows of white upper and lower rows, and the hook is hanging on the cheek.

Mr. Liang wore gloves and reached in, but the fish was not honest and bit when he opened his mouth. Without the protection of gloves, it is estimated that the finger can bite and fracture. No wonder I was going to pick up the hook just now, but Mr. Ryo wouldn't let me.

He pinched the fish's head, rocked it from side to side, and finally took the hook off, then tossed the fish aside and let it flutter on its own. This fish really has a spirit, fluttering God is not dead, and its tail is still fanning.

"Strictly speaking," said Mr. Ryo, "this is not a fish." ”

"What's that?" I asked.

Mr. Liang said: "Before this waterhole was built, this was a mass grave. It was a mess, in the sixties and seventies," he said, staring at the water and falling into the memory of that time: "At that time, there was no distinction between people and ghosts, and many people died in that era, and the corpses were thrown here if no one disposed of them. There were also some smugglers from North Korea, most of whom died on the river, drowned, or beaten to death by border guards, and in those days, more than 100 corpses could float from the river every year. The corpses were piled up, piled up more and more, rotting and rotting, and in the summer mosquitoes were rampant, and the stench was so bad that it was a hell on earth. ”

He re-slipped the bait on the hook and threw it far away from the deep pool with a flick of the rod. He sat down, knocked on the cigarette case, poured out a cigarette, and handed it to me instead of smoking it. He continued: "Later, after several years of renovation, water was diverted into the pond, dams were dug into canals, and people forgot that period of history. It's 95 years to say this, at that time there were many fishing friends, not to mention our county, even in Dandong City, there were people who drove all the way to fish. Until that murder happened. ”

I was fascinated and asked what the case was.

Mr. Liang said: "At that time, there were two young couples, two men and two women, who came to fish together. It was summer, and they were making a barbecue, and in the evening, a man caught a big fish, good fellow, weighing three pounds, and the pole was broken. After they are caught, they are processed and roasted directly on the fire. ”

I had a hunch and pointed to the human-faced fish that was still fluttering on the ground and said, "This is the kind of fish?" ”

"Yes." Mr. Liang said: "At that time, this kind of fish was not as obvious as it is now, and it was somewhat fish-like. After they had dealt with it, they were eating, when they suddenly heard an old lady speak, 'Is this fish delicious?' The four of them didn't take it seriously at first, but when they heard it again, they looked around and saw that there was no one at all at night. The voice came out again, and they followed the sound so carefully, and it turned out to be a fish talking. ”

"Fish talk about people?" I asked, stunned.

Mr. Liang nodded: "The fish was processed at the time, the fish head was cut off, and it was the fish head that spoke, and the side of the entire fish head looked more and more like a human face, it was an old lady's face, with a nose, eyes, and mouth, all vivid." ”

Let him say it, I felt cold all over my body and looked at the black fish next to me. The fish was no longer fluttering, it was close to death, its mouth opening and closing, and its eyes were blank.

"And then?" I asked.

Mr. Liang said: "Then they called the police, and this record is still in the police department files, oh, it is also recorded in the county records." If that's all it takes, it's an interesting urban legend at best, and no one expected it to happen later. These four people began to die violently one after another. ”

I gasped, "Really? ”

Mr. Liang ignored me and continued, "Since this incident, no one has come here to fish. You are a fragrant boy who is going to come out of the hall, you should have opened your spiritual eyes, how do you feel when you see this fish? ”

I said, "There's a black smell on this fish."

Mr. Liang nodded: "You probably guessed it, this fish is the condensed resentment of those unjust souls who died in the mass grave." To cure your ghost blinding, I have a plan that must use this fish. ”

I was a little creepy: "Mr. Liang, can you tell me specifically, I am terrified." ”

"Hehe, you can catch it, when you get ten fish."

The two of us are here fishing.

In the afternoon, Mr. Liang had to go back to rest, after all, he was so old, and he was on duty all night, and his energy was a little unable to keep up. He taught me how to use a rocking rod and a hand rod and then staggered away. Before leaving, I told me when I would catch ten fish and when I would leave, and if I couldn't catch it at night, I couldn't rest, so I kept fishing.

He was kind enough to leave me a bottle of two pots and a few vegetable cakes. I was hungry and clung to the stones, my eyes fixed on the two fish floats, one near and one far away.

At about three o'clock in the afternoon, a few messy fish were caught, but none of this kind of human-faced black fish were caught. I was a little anxious and walked up and down the rocks when the bell on the fishing rod suddenly rang, which was an alarm bell for a fish to be hooked. Mr. Liang never used this for fishing, and in order to facilitate my mallet, I installed it newly.

The bell rings with a hand fishing rod. The hand fishing rod cannot shake the wheel, and it only lifts up with the strength of the hand. I made a big push to mention it, and the clubhead was bent, good fellow, a big fish.

I carried the pole and didn't dare to go up hard, for fear that the pole would break, so I could only slip left and right. This is what Mr. Liang taught me, let's talk about it when the fish is tired.

Thinking that it was almost enough, I suddenly mentioned it, and the line came out of the water, and there was indeed a big black fish hanging on the hook below, which was a human-faced fish.

When I saw this fish, my hands were a little soft. The fish was bigger than the first one, and the head-to-body ratio was close to one-to-one. The facial features on the head of the fish are extremely vivid, with two small eyes, a nose, a mouth, and even two small sharp horns on either side of the head, similar to ears.

I was so frightened that I could barely move, and it looked like a pocket-sized human head hanging under the hook.

As the line turned, the face of the fish head slowly turned around and was facing me. I stared at the fish tightly, my mind went blank, and the face looked like a woman, and there was even a coquettish look between my eyebrows.

I'm afraid of this thing, it's so evil, I subconsciously throw the rod to throw this fish out, it's definitely a bad thing. But the hook under the fishing line is already in the mouth of the fish, and it can't be shaken off, and it aggravates the pain of the fish, it flicks its tail in mid-air, and the boss of the fish's mouth is open, and it really looks like a woman pleading between her eyebrows and eyes.

I jerked the pole and threw it to the shore. The fish rolled into a pile of rocks and crackled.

I don't dare to go over, it's too scary, just wait for this fish to die on its own.

Strange to say, this fish had just landed, and the bell of the rocking rod also rang, so I hurriedly lifted the rod and pulled it violently, and there was a big fish again. slipped under the water, and then lifted the thread to the surface, and it turned out to be a black human-faced fish.

This fish is not small, and its whole body exudes a thick black aura. The two eyes on the head of the fish were staring straight at me.

I caught it with a net and threw it on the shore, and the fish began to flutter as well.

There were two rods in total, and now that the hooks were all hanging from the fish's mouth, I took a deep breath, put on my protective gloves, and walked to the first fish. The fish was covered in mud and mixed with rocks, and it didn't stop yet.

I gritted my teeth and gripped its body, the fish was smooth and greasy, looking at me with its mouth wide open.

When I looked closely, it swallowed the hook, and the whole hook was swallowed in its stomach, and if I wanted to take it, I had to put all my hands into the fish's mouth.

I was covered in cold sweat, wiped it with the back of my hand, gritted my teeth, and put my hand inside. The fish's mouth suddenly bit my hand, and the flattering pleading in his eyes turned into resentment, just like a human being. I hurriedly said, "I'll get you a hook, don't bite me." ”

Suddenly, I heard a voice: "I hate you to death, I want you to die!" ”

I looked down and saw that the sound was coming from the fish. It was steaming with a thick black gas, biting its glove desperately. I felt like my finger was broken, and the more it bit it, the tighter it tore, and I was sweating like rain.

In my desperation, I saw a pair of scissors thrown on the ground, and I copied them and poked them at the fish's mouth. Suddenly, a voice came out of the fish's mouth: "Don't do this to me, let me go?" ”

The fish's eyes flickered twice, and I couldn't bear to put down the scissors for a while. The fish opened its mouth and waited for me to pull the hook. I was about to dig deeper when a man came next to me, stepped on the fish's head, and shouted, "Danger, take your hands out!" ”

As soon as I saw that it was Mr. Liang coming, I hurriedly retracted my hand.

At the same time as it withdrew its hand, the fish closed its mouth fiercely, and the two rows of teeth bit together heavily, and there was a "gaba" sound.

I sat on the ground in fright, and if Mr. Liang hadn't arrived in time, my finger would have been broken.

Mr. Liang stepped on the fish, held an iron drill in one hand, and poked it straight into the fish's eyes. The fish's eyes were like glass bubbles, they shattered when poked, and a thick stream of blood seeped out, and I was stupid.

Mr. Ryo lifted the iron hammer, and the fish was dead, and the blood coming out was bright red. He looked at me: "These fish are all yin things that have been transformed by unjust spirits, and ordinary people are easily bewitched by them. To deal with such fish, it can only be destroyed. ”

He stepped on the fish, pulled out the hammer, grabbed another fish, and stabbed him to death.

I sat on the ground, frightened and trembling, and asked, "What the hell do you want these fish for?" ”

"Gather ten fish, and I'll make you a pot of fish soup," he looked at me, "and you're going to drink it without a mouthful," he said, after a pause, "fight poison with poison." ”