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I'm completely out of idea with my phone in my hand, what should I do next? Along the way, Ma Chengcheng has almost been my backbone, and now she disappeared inexplicably...... I looked at the passage in front of me and forced myself to calm down.

Ma Chengcheng said something inexplicable before rushing out, she said: There are fish and no shrimp in the river.

What does this mean exactly?

I remember that this is not the first time I have heard it.

In fact, this is a dream word of mine.

It was summer, and I was taking a nap on the mat on the floor, maybe it was too hot, or maybe I was sleeping too uncomfortably, but in a daze, I just said a word. When I blurted out the words in my dream, I also woke up suddenly. Ma Chengcheng was watching TV at the time, and she heard my dream talk and asked me what I dreamed of with some confusion. I told her that I had a dream about a river, and I was walking by the river.

Ma Chengcheng asked me again, and she said, are you alone?

I nodded, and I was alone.

Ma Chengcheng looked at me thoughtfully, and she said, Have you ever thought about why you said this in your dream?

I'm confused. Dreams have never been logical or reasonable, and the mess is just a general memory, how do I know I want to say this?

Ma Chengcheng disagreed, she said that although there is no logic in the things in the dream, the dream is actually a derivative of the brain's work.

In the dead of night, everything sleeps. At this moment, a person's brain, which has been tired from a long day, begins to relax, and it constantly reorganizes the information it receives during the day, and derives one dream after another. In a sense, dreams are also a projection of the truest emotions of the heart.

Cold sweat was oozing from my head.

It was summer, and there was a river not far from the small county town where our family was located.

People have always had an attitude of fear and curiosity about disasters.

In fact, the direct victims of the flood that day were not us, and some small villages upstream seem to have suffered a lot of losses. Seeing the lively people standing on the embankment, the dim yellow flood was like a yellow line rapidly approaching. And then there was a roar, like the hoofs of horses in the chaos of an army.

It was on that day that I realized that floods can really be dizzying. Looking at the tumbling river, in a trance, I suddenly had the illusion that it was not the river that was flowing, but us. The embankment where we stand is like a train, heading for the distant and long future.

I couldn't help but take a step forward.

Ma Chengcheng dragged me back.

I woke up and looked at my feet that were already hanging in the air.

The dusk water was not clean, and many young men were at the bottom of the embankment, shirtless, with a large wooden stick tied to the tip of the stick. They were salvaging the supplies that came down the river, and the most of them were wood.

Suddenly, there was a commotion in the crowd standing on the embankment not far ahead, and people rushed down the embankment as if they were dumplings.

I straightened my neck curiously.

But actually, like I just said.

People always have an attitude of fear and curiosity about disasters.

I started squeezing through.

Ma Chengcheng followed behind me, I was not big at that time, but in elementary school, the crowd was bustling and airtight, but I took advantage of my height to squeeze a way out of their legs, and then got in. I saw the root cause of the commotion, and I was acutely aware of the negative effects of curiosity.

There was a woman lying on the embankment.

If only she could be called human.

The iron hook used at the top of the wooden stick has always been an iron hook, which is not only large, but also sharp, a few points larger than the iron hook on the market for hanging pork, and only in this way can the iron hook can be hooked by the strength of the salvage man, the wood in the turbulence or something else.

The process of operation is like this, when they see something in the river approaching the shore, the young men with wooden sticks are about to start moving, their strong arms dyed with golden light in the summer sun, and the fine sweat on their bodies is like a layer of golden honey, wrapping their dark skin with a damp force in the slightly hot wind.

The arm was covered with a powerful circle, and the body rose slightly, as if to accumulate strength to the apex, and the large iron hook at the top of the stick, with a moist glow, reflected the red sun into a sporadic white light, and then - the whole thing split.

The wooden sticks brought the sound of the wind.

Poof.

There was a sound of sharp objects piercing the cavity.

The iron hook was firmly embedded in the water that came with it.

Then the salvage man dragged the salvaged items ashore, and the whole salvage process was successfully completed.

It's just that the ghost sent the gods to the ground, and this young man didn't salvage wood this time.

He fished up a man.

A woman.

The woman who was now lying on the riverbank.

Her eyes were open, white, and her eyes were filled with yellow-black mud, her nose poured out a lot of black mud, her hair was wet and spread on the ground, her mouth was wide open, her neck was moving, and even her head was swaying slightly—a fat fish seemed to be frightened, and was violently waging its tail into her mouth.

The corpse was wearing a short red and black skirt and a white vest wrapped in muddy water, and the iron hook in its stomach had been pulled out, and a small pool of intestines came out, and the intestines were white and looked a little thick. The corpse had two legs hanging down, and she was not wearing shoes.

Because of the time spent in the water, the whole body was white and slightly swollen. The black mud overflowing from her eyes flowed from her face, which was as white as steamed buns.

Like tears.

A pair of hands covered my eyes.

It's a horse presentation.

She squeezed me out of the crowd with me.

I followed her home in such a daze, and then fell asleep, and in a groggy dream, I said this seemingly endless dream sentence to a deserted river.

There are fish and no shrimp in the river.

Think about it.

I stiffened and didn't dare to move.

Ma Chengcheng's eyes staggered my face, and she suddenly shouted Mom to the aisle where my feet were opposite.

At that time, there were only two of us in the room.

Mom had already gone out to find a card field.

I subconsciously followed and looked, at the end of the corridor was the bathroom, there was no window in the bathroom, the door was open at this time, and it was so dark that I couldn't see anything clearly.

I felt a chill coming up from the soles of my feet, and I crawled to Ma Chengcheng's side, "Don't scare me!" ”

Ma Chengcheng's expression was a little dazed, "I really saw a person walking through the aisle......"

"Wearing a white shirt and a red skirt ......"

White top, red skirt...... That's exactly what the female corpse was dressed up for!

My scalp started to tingle.

The fat fish that drilled into the woman's mouth burst into my brain uncontrollably, and its tail was dripping with muddy water......

I screamed, "Enough Ma Chengcheng!" Don't say any more! I don't want to listen!! ”

Ma Chengcheng's expression was in a trance, but he didn't speak again.

The memories came to an abrupt end here.

I'm still in the underground space of Dazhai, although I already know that this is a prison, but I still can't find a way out, not to mention that Ma Chengcheng has disappeared from me for no apparent reason, I began to get depressed, Dazhai underground is very cold, I subconsciously stuffed my hand that didn't hold a mobile phone into my pocket - something knocked into my hand.

I'm a little surprised, I know that I don't have anything in my pocket, so I take it out and take a look.

I was stunned.

Flint and steel, a few pieces of toilet paper, and a few yellowed diaries......

Ma Chengcheng didn't know how long he had already stuffed these things into my pocket.

I gritted my teeth and my eyes began to redden.

It seems that Ma Chengcheng already knew that something would happen to her, so she secretly gave me all these things early...... I clenched my fists and could only pray to myself that she was okay. Since Ma Chengcheng left me this, it also means that she still wants me to go out, I don't know where she went, but guess it must have something to do with the footsteps in the corridor when we first entered. My ability is limited, and I can't save her, the most important thing I should do at the moment is to call more people out of Dazhai, the sooner I go out, the greater the chance that Ma Chengcheng will be rescued......

I began to study the journals in my hand.

According to the diary, the end of this passage is the entrance to the next place, and that place will also be a real hell.

The diary uses an idiom to describe this place, and those four words are 'miserable'.

can make iron-clad soldiers and men say that it is miserable, what is there in that place?

There is no more record in the diary, and it seems that even the owner of the diary can't help but avoid it.

I knew that the longer the time passed, the more dangerous Ma Chengcheng became, so I stopped thinking about the words in my diary, and walked straight to the end of the aisle.

This corner is not a right angle, and as I fumbled around, I found that it was going to turn four corners in a row, like the upper half of the 'convex'.

When you turn this corner, the whole view suddenly opens up.

It turns out that under this big village, not all of them are dark......

The section at the end of the aisle is so cleverly designed, a complete turn, completely blocking the light out of the corner, and if I hadn't turned out of this section, even a few steps away, I wouldn't have been able to find that there was a lot of light beyond the aisle.

It's just that...... It's not the white of the sun, it's the light of the still blue flame that I've come to get familiar with.

The symbolism of light has always been warmth, brightness, and hope. But the light here, it's more desperate than the darkness.

Have you ever seen hell?

What does hell look like in your imagination?

At this moment.

I believe I'm in hell.

There is nowhere to run here.