In '98, when the flood of a nationwide disaster hit our hearts, 29 provinces (municipalities and autonomous regions) suffered losses of varying degrees, and more than 3,000 people died or went missing.

My grandfather was also watching TV, his fingers pinched with a gloomy expression, and his lips trembled and muttered inaudible words.

Sick again? I reached out and touched his head, and it wasn't hot. It was only when I got close that I could hear what he was talking about.

"It's out again."

What's coming out again? The originally godless eyes are staring at the surging flood on the TV at the moment, probably because the flood is coming out again, I guess this is what it means.

Speaking of grandpa, he is one of the people I admire the most, when he was 23 or 4, he went to the Yangtze River to work as a river worker, and then built a hydropower station, and forced my grandmother and my father to feed the three brothers, and it was really not easy to eat enough in that year.

When I was a child, I liked to listen to my grandfather tell me weird things about the Yangtze River, turtles as big as locomotives, the sound of iron chains at the bottom of the river, and lanterns under the water.

In fact, my favorite thing is to listen to the story of Jiao, because every time my grandfather talks about Jiao's crossing and crushing the bridge, his expression is very strict and serious, as if he has passed by himself.

Suddenly, my grandfather, who was sitting on the couch, turned his head to look at me, "It's out, I'm leaving!" "At that time, I didn't notice my grandfather's solemn expression, and a month later, when he passed away peacefully, I realized how stupid I was.

In the summer of 2000, I went out for a walk after dinner as usual, and when I came home in the evening, I saw a man in front of my house with a black glove in front of my house, smoking a cigarette with his head down. I guess I heard my footsteps, looked up, it was actually a comrade-in-arms and friend who I hadn't seen for many years, he went to sign up for the army with one of my schools, but unfortunately he was not assigned a place at that time, when he went to Hunan, I went to Qinghai.

"Hu Yang?"

I was pleasantly surprised to meet him and hugged him, and I went to look for him after I was demobilized and went home, but I heard that he had moved, but I didn't know where he went.

"Where have you been in the past two years? I went to see you when I was demobilized and went home, and I heard that your family moved away, and now you are discharged from the army? ”

Hu Yang, who was full of scum, looked decadent and melancholy, opened the door and invited him in to sit down and drink tea.

Unconsciously brought the topic to the flood of '98, Hu Yang looked at me with an indescribable look.

"Do you know why I was discharged after the flood of '98?" That meaningful tone made me very uncomfortable, and I couldn't help but think of a person who was about to fade away, Jiang Tao.

In 98, the catastrophic flood swept most of China, Hu Yang's unit received a notice to rush to the designated location to fight the flood, the situation at that time made the seven-year veteran nervous palms sweat, their regimental convoy has not finished the river, a big wave fiercely hit the embankment and swept a truck in front of it into the surging torrent, and none of the 15 people in the vehicle came up.

There was no time to grieve, but when I arrived at the place, what I saw was not the situation of fighting the flood and rescuing the people, but the armed soldiers with real guns and ammunition fortifying on both sides of the river.

A few days ago, when the supplies were abundant, I didn't feel anything, but on the fifth day, there was nothing to fill in the river, and the superiors began to order the soldiers to build a human wall with their bodies and stand hand in hand in the river, and from time to time people were swept away by the flood, and even disappeared into the river inexplicably.

When someone shouted that there was a monster in the water, the soldiers on both sides of the river began to search and shoot, and when the scarlet blood came out of the water, a huge silver carp five meters long floated down the water with a white belly.

After the sixth day, Hu Yang and the others began to stand on guard with guns while standing in the water, and from the fifth day onwards, strange fish continued to appear in the water to attack people, the most important feature of which was that they all had sharp teeth.

The size of these fish is beyond common sense, with the largest reaching about 10 meters and the smallest being 4 meters long. Hu Yang finally understood why he had to use his body to fill the river, because he needed bait.

Although he didn't know if the flood fighting in other places was like this, Hu Yang knew that his comrades-in-arms around him were getting fewer and fewer, and from time to time someone disappeared into the water forever, and the comrades-in-arms sleeping next to him in the tent were very strange one by one.

During the period, some reporters came to interview, but they were all blocked from outside and took pictures from a distance, promoting the spirit of not being afraid of hardship and sacrifice, Hu Yang looked at the camera outside, he wanted to tell the experience of a qiē sù out, but he didn't dare and couldn't.

The reason he himself knows.

After the reinforcements dared to arrive, another three days passed, and the atmosphere began to be unusual. After receiving an urgent summons from the superiors, Hu Yang's team went down to the river with all the armed forces, and even the armed personnel on the shore also came down, and more than 500 people crowded the river.

Soon an unusual place appeared, the originally very rapid river suddenly suffocated, slowed down as if someone had closed the gate upstream, and then heard an explosion upstream, the river jumped very high, and a black line appeared in the middle of the river, and a large amount of river water wrapped the black line and rushed towards the downstream where Hu Yang and them were.

Rumble!

A huge wave overflowed a stone bridge upstream, and a huge blue-black figure rushed into the air with the big wave, completely crushing the stone bridge, and the raging river rushed towards the crowd like an overwhelming one.

The guards on the shore kept pulling the trigger towards the black shadow in the water, and the bullets exploded a large wave, Hu Yang only felt that his body had swayed uncontrollably, and saw that some of his comrades in front of him were thrown high into the sky, and some slapped on the rocks, and the black shadow in the water never saw the speed like a rumbling moan from a train transit.

Hu Yang threw away the gun in his hand, the whole person was thrown up by the rushing river, fell into the bottom of the water and saw two red lanterns in the water, blue and black shadows flying past him, the ghost made a god stretched out his hand to grab the body that was as thick as a car, and a cold chill came to his bones, and then the palm of his hand was in sharp pain, and he couldn't help but let go, and saw that the shadow had disappeared under the water.

Hearing this, I didn't know what to say, and I was even a little silly. I suddenly remembered that my grandfather talked about the Jiaojiao incident he saw in the Yangtze River when he was young.

"I need your help, Natsutake!"

Hu Yang leaned back on the sofa and looked at me with decadent eyes: "I know you may not believe what I say, after all, it's too unbelievable." ”

"But it did happen, and it was right in front of my eyes, and then I retired and looked for traces of these creatures, and after two years of searching, I had a clue." Hu Yang smiled bitterly and stretched out his gloved hand in front of me, "I went to look for Jiao for a reason." ”

As he spoke, he took off his gloves and saw a pair of scaly hands.

I was so startled that I almost didn't get off the couch, and I couldn't help but get goosebumps when I saw the dense scales on the back of my palm.

It's still a human hand.

Seeing my frightened eyes, Hu Yang silently put the gloves back on, smiled bitterly and said: "Anyone who has seen my hands is the same as you, I am used to other people's expressions." ”

"How did you get this?"

I retracted my old look, after all, he was my old friend, and it was not his fault that he became like this, otherwise it would be very unfair to him.

"That thing scratched the palm, I thought it was some skin trauma, who knew that the wound never healed, after a long time, the palm began to itch, slowly growing small scales from the wound position, pulled and long, and finally simply did not pull out."

I reached out and touched his strange hand, and there was obviously a cut in the palm of his hand, which seemed to really not heal.

"But how can I help? I'm not a doctor either! ”

Hu Yang suddenly approached me, sniffed his nose and said to me, "I smell a smell similar to me on your body." ”

Stand up suddenly, I have the smell of Jiao?