From the place where I started to look for the distance to the Yangtze River Bridge, the distance of thousands of meters, the trace of the past, Jiangyang still failed to find the figure of the little yellow warbler.

Can a little yellow warbler be washed away a kilometer away?

Thinking that this seemed unlikely, Jiang Yang had no other way. I have already looked for such a distance, and I don't care about looking for more distance, even if it is a distance of 10,000 meters, even if it is doubled, the distance of tens of thousands of meters, but if I can't find anyone, Jiang Yang will keep looking for it.

was originally an untied little ghost, and Jiang Yang was idle when he was idle.

Coincidence is predestined, and it can also be said to be a kind of fate.

Everyone has already come to Nanjing, and Jiang Yang really didn't expect to meet an acquaintance. Is this person someone else, it is a person who has had contact with Jiang Yang, the old man's grandson Wang Chong!

What is he going to do?

Jiang Yang had just come out of the water when he saw a figure descending from the sky.

This thing is really a coincidence, if it weren't for Jiang Yang coming to the bridge by chance, if it wasn't for Jiang Yang just coming out of the water, without these two possibilities, Jiang Yang would definitely not see such a scene.

looked at the large splash in front of him, but he couldn't see a figure rushing out of the water. This situation made Jiang Yang think of a possibility; "Is this the so-called suicide by throwing yourself into the river?" If you can't bump into it, it's naturally fine, it's already bumped into, and Jiang Yang can't ignore it.

In any case, this man is Wang Gen's grandson!

Time is limited, and you can't waste too much time on Wang Chong. Almost when he reached Wang Chong's side, Wang Chong had already lost consciousness. Now there may be hope for rescue! Ignoring the shocking ideas of others, Jiang Yang only insisted on the choice he chose.

Here on the Yangtze River Bridge, there are not many pedestrians, how can anyone pay attention to Wang Chong, a person who throws himself into the river?

It can't be said that no one pays attention at all, only a few. And the few people who noticed Wang Chong's surrender to the river had lost interest in continuing to observe after seeing what was going on in the river. On the river, Wang Chong was lying flat on the river, his body was a little blurry, and his head could still see clearly.

The head is slightly upturned, and the body is swimming forward, which is clearly the backstroke!

People have a hobby of throwing themselves into the river to play diving, so naturally no one wants to meddle in things.

After a while, Wang Chong had already arrived at the riverside. Seeing that no one was paying attention to this place on the left and right, Jiang Yang simply helped Wang Chong, who had his eyes closed, to walk up to the edge, until he found a suitable position, Jiang Yang put Wang Chong down.

"You said you're a big guy, what are you playing to throw into the river?" Wang Chong couldn't hear what Jiang Yang said.

People are already like this, and now it's important to save people first. Some basic rescue measures, Jiang Yang is still clear. Probably the chest is compressed first, and if the chest is useless, artificial respiration is required. Artificial respiration is probably the same as ghost respiration.

After some simple compression, it really didn't have any effect.

Do you really want artificial respiration? But I'm a little ghost, alas? Now is not the time to distinguish between humans and ghosts, and on the premise of being able to save people, there is no need to think about this little thing.

Pinching Wang Chong's mouth, Jiang Yang took a deep breath and slowly approached Wang Chong's mouth.

I have to say that in specific circumstances, compared with people and ghosts, the role of ghosts is better than that of people. Artificial respiration is just to give Wang Chong breath, and if you change it to a little ghost, that breath is not as simple as a simple breath, and that breath is cold to the bone marrow.

Almost as soon as that cool breath entered Wang Chong's body, Wang Chong coughed violently.

As long as there is such a reaction, it is enough to prove that the person is considered to have come to life. Just as he turned around and was about to leave, Jiang Yang's eyes skimmed to Wang Chong's trouser pocket and there was a note that was half exposed.

Could this be a suicide note? Thinking of this possibility, Jiang Yang pulled out the note with his hand.

The note was a piece of paper stacked together, and when he opened the note, Jiang Yang realized that Wang Chong was a little clever. Under normal circumstances, the palm-sized piece of paper would have been penetrated by water, but now this possibility is completely blocked by the scotch tape wrapped around the note.

This is a very simple truth, as long as the scotch tape is glued tightly enough, it is okay to soak it with water for a month.

Jiang Yang was holding the suicide note in his hand and was looking at it coolly, Jiang Yang didn't notice Wang Chong's reaction behind him at all.

Rubbing his eyes vigorously proved that he was not dazzled, Wang Chong could finally be sure of one thing!

"There are ghosts, ......" shouted these words, and the king rushed to his feet and ran.

Anyone else has to run!

This matter seems to be quite suspenseful, what is that note, Wang Chong, the person concerned, is the one who has the most right to speak, Wang Chong can recognize that the note floating in the air is the suicide note written by him.

How could that suicide note float in mid-air in a good manner?

And also, how did he end up here?

Wang Chong only remembered that he had lost consciousness the moment he fell into the water, and what happened after that, Wang Chong had no memory at all. Wang Chong only remembered that when he woke up, he saw the suicide note written by himself not far in front of him floating in the air, as if someone was holding it.

Who could be who? It can only be a ghost!

This person's ability to resist pressure is really not good! I was a little embarrassed to put away the suicide note in my hand, and now is not the time to read this. Wang Chong's roar can be regarded as a reminder to Jiang Yang that there are still important things to deal with now, and as for this dense suicide note, he can only find a chance to read it.

A boat on the river traveled back and forth, the boat was divided into two ends, one end was standing Huang Liu, and the other end was Liu Juan, the couple were all anxious. It has been more than half an hour since the little yellow warbler disappeared, and half a figure has not been found yet, how can the two of them have a good face?

"Don't worry, I'll find your child!" Jiang Yang said this to himself, to give himself a binding force. There is no motivation without pressure, Jiang Yang even secretly swears; "If you live to see people, if you die to see corpses, or if you can't find anyone, let the ghost take me away!"

As the saying goes, come what you want. People are still like this, let alone a little ghost?

As soon as Jiang Yang thought of this, he saw a puff of black smoke coming out of the bridge deck. Seeing this puff of black smoke, Jiang Yang's complexion was naturally very unsightly, and even taking a look over there would make Jiang Yang feel a palpitation!

Could it be that a ghost has arrived? Thinking of this possibility, Jiang Yang just ran away.

After running a hundred meters away, Jiang Yang felt better, and the feeling of palpitations was not as strong as before.

What the hell is that, and is it a ghost? His eyes were locked on the black smoke, and the only one who could see the black smoke was Jiang Yang, a little ghost, and it was impossible for normal people to see it. The black smoke cleared, and a pitch-black figure appeared, and Jiang Yang could only see a pair of blood-bright eyes from this black shadow.

These are not the things that shocked Jiang Yang, what Jiang Yang was most shocked by was that a small figure slowly appeared on the water surface as the eyes of the black shadow looked.

That figure was the little yellow warbler that had disappeared earlier!