"Less...... Less in charge......" muttered the man who fell to the ground. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

At this moment I was stunned, the young master is what my mother's sailors call me, and this voice is a little familiar, I know that this person must know, turned around and helped him up, and was shocked when he looked at him. "Fuck you, GI!" Do you know I'm crazy looking for you? ”

"There's no time!" The soldier hurriedly got up, took out a piece of something in his pocket and handed it to me, looked around with a frightened face, and said, "You must hand over this thing to the proprietress and say that my soldier is sorry for her, and I am leaving......"

Before I could react, he turned around and ran. I was stunned and saw that he had already run away, and immediately 'I'm' and chased after him. Your mother has been looking for him for three months, and Lao Tzu will let you run away again today and vomit blood in depression.

The GI rushed like a drug, and I chased after it. Xicheng Road was full of onlookers, I chased all the way from the street to the end, my physical strength was a little unable to keep up, my feet began to weaken, and I was almost out of breath when I was tired.

Think about the soldier, this guy was born as a water bastard, and I, a physique that has been difficult to drink saliva from childhood to adulthood, has an absolute difficulty coefficient of ten points zero to catch up with him. I had to shout in frustration: "Soldier...... You fucking stop...... Tell me the truth...... My strange illness...... Otherwise...... I won't let you go......"

There was a loud bang, accompanied by the screams of the whole world. Just as I was shouting, the GI was hit by a speeding van and flew out, and his whole body jumped out five or six meters away like a spring, crushing a boxwood ball in the green belt on the side of the road, and the branches and leaves flew sideways for a while, and then there was no movement.

I'm panicking now, how can this car accident be so evil? I hurriedly rushed over, and during this time I looked at the driver's seat of the van that caused the accident, where a man with a peaked cap looked at me with gloomy eyes, and the corners of his mouth seemed to be torn apart. I frowned, wondering what kind of consciousness this driver had? At this time, I went into the green belt with a few passers-by, and we dragged the soldier out with all our hands, and he clutched his chest, and his body trembled.

"Soldier, hold on!" Although he scolded my wife in front of me, but looking at him like this, his whole chest was loose, and I felt that he must be a paste inside, and he really didn't realize that he was stingy with my sympathy.

Just as I tried to resist him to get up and go to the hospital, he coughed a few times, grabbed my arm, and said intermittently: "Ghost-country-god-"

What is it? Ghost country god? After saying these four words, this guy turned his face very inappropriately. The surrounding crowd screamed. The heart said, I haven't asked the reason yet, can't you just hang up? I probed his snort, and there was a faint breath, and I breathed a sigh of relief, and hurriedly called an ambulance.

The doctor said that his condition was quite serious, the internal organs in his chest were almost all displaced, and his liver was squeezed and deformed, and even if the operation was successful, it would be impossible to wake up for a while.

When I got home, I couldn't sleep, and I wondered if I should tell my mother about it. When I thought of my mother, I took out of my pocket what the GI had given me at that time. It was a copper lump, and I didn't study much of the artifacts that my family had brought from the sea since I was a child. This thing is a bronze head the size of a thumb, cast using the inlay casting method, and it looks like a person is not a frog, it has inverted eyebrows, and the two eyeballs are quite large, like wearing an extra-large frog mirror. The nose is like a garlic head, the wings of the nose are swirled, the mouth is also large and long, and the jaw is protruding, which looks a bit like a foreign giant stone statue. The two ears resemble the wings of a butterfly, spread out to almost half the size of the skull on either side of the head, and there seems to be a clear break in the neck of the skull, which is supposed to be the remains of a bronze object. The whole thing looks like a frog's head, and for the time being, I'll learn from the treasure collector and call this thing the 'bronze frog head'

Playing with this thing, I don't think it's better to let my mother know. She herself was going to hide the secret of my strange illness and tell her that there was no benefit at all, and besides, why didn't he give it to my mother himself, and besides, this frog-headed soldier came to me and handed it over to me? I guess maybe this thing has something to do with my strange illness, so this is a time of crisis, and he subconsciously gave me the reason.

Remembering the words of the GI, what do you say, 'Is it too late?' ''Oni country god? For a while my head was full of mud, and I didn't feel sleepy at all, and when I saw that it was already two o'clock in the middle of the night, I liked to fish quietly by myself when I was in a bad mood or thinking about things, and I think fishing would not be annoying to every man. After all, I've heard people often say that they hate you playing online games, drinking alcohol, and clubbing, but I've never heard that I hate you fishing. Because people may not like fishing, but they don't hate other people's fishing.

I packed up my fishing gear at home, called the murderer, and said, "Hey, the iron gate of the dock is open, and I want to fish at night." ”

The murderer's real name is Ma Xiong, the third mate on my mother's boat, his ancestral home is Sichuan, he is short and dark, and he has an ugly pig's head and fat face on his head. So I nicknamed him 'Pig's Head Murderer', and we lived together for too long, and I kept calling him Murderer for the sake of introduction. The reason why the murderer is called the murderer and not the male son is because he is really fierce. Even if Tyson provoked him, he rushed up with a hot head and shouted, 'Copy the guy, it'. The murderer has lived in our W city since he was born, and his Mandarin was learned with me, and there is almost no Sichuan flavor of his hometown.

The murderer on the other end of the phone smiled: "Yo, what trouble are you causing again?" Are you bothered by kissing? I'll give you a trick, next time you kiss the girl and put that set on your tongue, won't you be able to eat saliva? ”

"Fuck off!" I'm choked by the murderer, this guy has now taken over the position of Big Mouth as my mother's third officer, and my mother's mechanical sailboat 'Huang Yueying' is the third in command.

Suddenly, I realized that maybe the murderer also knew the secret of my strange illness, and I couldn't help but ask about it.

The attitude of the murderer is the same as that of the big mouth, and he doesn't answer me, and he still cares about the left and right that he farts with me. I only felt more depressed, and the big-mouthed and fierce-minded attitude made me helpless. It's an open secret to many people, and I don't have a clue, and this itchy feeling tickles my heart.

I went down the stairs to the parking lot of the community, and suddenly found an old man in a black robe looking directly at me in the empty parking space opposite. This scared my stomach was crispy, the man's face was full of frost, his skin was white, he was wearing a big black robe in ancient times, and he said in his heart that this old man was not singing, right? I saw that he was standing like that, and I didn't dare to stay any longer, so I went away when I got on Alto.

The car drove for only ten minutes and came to the Qizhan Wharf across the river where you could see Jiangxinyu. I looked at the fierce man in front of me who was holding a wetsuit and looking at me nodding and bowing, and I couldn't get angry. I asked, "Don't have a hippie smiley?" If I was a brother, tell me the reason for my strange illness! ”

The murderer shook his head with a wry smile and reached out to hand over a cigarette. I scolded and pushed away his cigarette, and I didn't tell him about the GI's evil things, after all, this kid wasn't honest with me. snatched the diving suit in his other hand and turned his head to leave, and walked into the big iron gate, the river breeze blew on his face, but the depression in his heart did not disappear in the slightest.

Qizhan Wharf is a wharf belonging to our Fang family, surrounded by hundreds of large containers, and the value of the goods in them is also quite high. The gate outside is sturdy, and there is a four-meter-high power grid around it, so outsiders can't get in at all. Although my mother did not allow me to touch the river, the murderer never betrayed me. Even though I wear a fully armed wetsuit for every night fishing, I still insist on night fishing twice a week. For me, night fishing is not only a quiet way to think about things, but also to see the river that I have always longed for, and most importantly, I like fishing.

I spread out my folding chair, sprinkled dried shrimp, and got ready. I fixed the fishing rod and leaned there and smoked a cigarette leisurely, watching the movement of the fishing line while thinking about what I heard the GI say yesterday. He said that my family generation will not live to be 30 years old? I'm 30 years old, technically I'll be 30 years old after my birthday in October, and I'm in June now, so do I think I'll hang up in four months? Obviously I wouldn't believe this nonsense, and what is that curse? Could it be that a superstitious curse could make me inexplicably allergic to water? These questions are eating away at my nerves all the time.

Suddenly, the fishing line in my hand shook, and a thin ripple rippled on the surface of the river. The heart said that it was good luck today, and there were fish before the butt was warmed. I hurriedly pulled the rod in my hand one by one, and felt that the rod in my hand did not have the weight of a fish, and my experience told me that there must be no fish in the hook. I pulled it up to take a look, and sure enough, it was empty, and I looked at the river in confusion, what was the movement just now?

I'm a little baffled, is my head a little short circuit after thinking too much about things? I wanted to throw the fish wire down, and at this moment, ripples appeared on the river again. With the cool river breeze blowing on my face, on the river in front of me, a pale old man figure was reflected.

I gasped and turned around sharply to see an old man in a black robe looking straight at me with a fishing rod.

I was surprised to find out that this old man was not the one in the parking lot under the community?

We looked at each other, and I was dumbfounded for a moment. Looking at the wrinkles on the old man's face and the simple black robe, he didn't look like a normal person. I said in my heart that it wasn't a fucking lice, right?