It rained.

A figure lay on the damp and muddy lawn.

The cleaner uncle who was on his back squinted his eyes for a long time, and then he was startled.

The uncle walked over tremblingly, and stabbed the man lying on the ground with a broom from a distance.

The Lingjiang River stretches for thousands of miles, and the diversion is unknown, but it will converge at the end of the coastal city, and finally pour into the sea.

Every year, you will find a lot of strange things on the edge of the Lingjiang River, most of which are washed ashore by the turbulent river.

There are naturally many people.

Seeing that the people on the ground did not move, the uncle couldn't help but take a closer look.

"It's a pity, such a young lad."

The uncle muttered, he had been sitting on the bank of the Lingjiang River for more than ten years, and he had seen floating corpses washed ashore a few times.

Most of the floating corpses were bloated, their skin was white, and even more miserable even unrecognizable, and they were used as food by fish in the river.

Uncle has never seen such a complete corpse as it has been preserved.

He stretched out his hand and took out a painted old age machine in his pocket, frowned and struggled to find the numbers on the keyboard, and was about to call the police, when out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly caught a glimpse of the dead body's fingers moving slightly.

The uncle was startled, subconsciously took a few steps back, and when he saw that the corpse was not moving again, he stabbed him with a broom again.

"Boy, don't scare your uncle, squeak when you're alive."

The lawn on the shore is quiet, only the sound of the rushing river lapping on the bank, and the occasional sound of insects.

"Amitabha, no offense."

Uncle felt that he should be dazzled.

When people get old, their eyes are not good.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem......"

The corpse on the ground suddenly trembled violently, and the uncle was stunned with fright, and the broom in his hand fell to the ground.

"Vomit ......"

Song Chi turned over, only to feel as if his stomach was stuffed with something, and there was an unbearable feeling of vomiting, and he lay on the ground and vomited a large puddle of water.

After a while, his face was slightly bloody.

There was a sharp pain all over his body, and the weakness made it impossible for him to hold his hands on the ground for a long time, and he turned over and lay down on his back.

There are no stars in the sky.

Even the moon was half obscured by dark clouds.

"Already...... Is it night? ”

He was a little confused, and his brain was still in a state of downtime.

"His grandmother's, you kid isn't dead!"

The old man came to his senses, but he still didn't dare to approach.

After all, when this kind of thing happens at night, everyone feels unlucky, not to mention that the elderly are more superstitious.

"Are you alright?"

The old man asked.

Song Chi didn't make a sound.

His ears were still buzzing, and when he tilted his head slightly, water flowed out of his ears, and he didn't hear the old man talking to him at all.

After staring at the dark sky for a long time, Song Chi suddenly sat up.

"Natsu-chan!"

He shouted loudly, startling the uncle who was about to come over to check the situation.

"Neurotic!"

The uncle scolded angrily, trotted all the way to the side of the road, and rode his tricycle as fast as he could.

Song Chi struggled to stand up, his legs trembling uncontrollably.

He slowly walked to the edge of the Lingjiang River, squatted down to look at the turbulent river, and said softly:

"Natsu-chan, are you there?"

No one responded to him.

As if the last trace of strength in his body had been drained away, Song Chi sat paralyzed on the bank, looking at the rushing river, his brain went blank.

In the end, he couldn't catch Xia Yuyou.

The last scene before falling into the river comes to mind.

He stretched out his hand with all his might, reaching out to the girl in the fall.

He got it.

But I didn't catch it.

The two hands staggered in the air, but Song Chi didn't catch anything.

"Did I do something wrong...... Song Chi was silent and muttered to himself, "I can catch you, why are you ......"

The reason why he failed to catch Xia Yuyou was because Xia Yuyou did not condense the entity.

He knew that this was Xia Yuyou's own choice.

She didn't want to stay with him anymore.

The drizzling rain became heavier.

Song Chi propped his hands on the ground before he barely stood up.

The phone vibrated for a moment, and it was a message from Wang Chuan.

"Brother Song, where are you? Do you want your brother to come to you? ”

Song Chi replied no, and after exiting the chat interface, he found that there was a small red dot behind the avatar of the little turtle with his belly turned up.

His face was overjoyed, and he hurriedly clicked in.

There is only one voice in the chat box.

"Idiot, stupid, garbage!"

A long silence followed.

"If you jump into the river in the future, I won't be able to save you...... You have to live well as a slave of the god of the river. ”

Song Chi was stunned and dialed the phone.

"I'm sorry, the phone you dialed is off."

He hung his hand in frustration, clutching his phone tightly, his knuckles turning white from too much force.

"Brother, what are you doing there with such a heavy rain?"

The homeless man under the bridge beckoned to Song Chi.

Looking at Song Chi, who walked over with a numb face, the homeless man looked up and down twice, and said:

"Students?"

He took out a crumpled pack of cigarettes from his dirty clothes and handed one to Song Chi.

Seeing that Song Chi shook his head, the homeless man lit one himself, and spit out clouds.

He sat on the tattered straw mat against the wall post, crossed Erlang's legs, and said:

"Quarreled with the family? Or did you have a fight with your girlfriend? ”

Song Chi didn't speak, and sat down against the wall pillar.

The homeless man looked at Song Chi, who was wet, and sighed.

"Hurry home, you young people now, you are very noble, but you can't stand such a sin."

Seeing that Song Chi was unmoved, he added:

"I can tell you, this Lingjiang is very strange, Lao Tzu has settled here for more than ten years, and there were many brothers in the past, and they couldn't stand running away."

It seems that I haven't talked to anyone for a long time, and the homeless man is very interested.

"It's not me who scares you, have you ever seen a dead person, there are a few people floating over this Lingjiang almost every once in a while."

Seeing that Song Chi still didn't react, the homeless man continued:

"Have you ever seen a mountain-like king?"

Song Chi was stunned, and he had already looked at the homeless man who was talking.

Seeing that Song Chi finally became a little interested in his topic, the homeless man became a little triumphant.

"Let me tell you, that Wang Ba is really fucking scary, just that turtle shell, it has to be so big!"

He exaggerated his hand, as if he felt that such a metaphor was not appropriate, and said:

"It's very big, anyway, probably as wide as this bridge."

"Damn, I thought it was something at the time, and I went in to take a look, and guess what, that old Wang Ba suddenly poked his ** out."

"I'm a good girl, that big head, bigger than ten of me combined, I've never seen such a big ** in my life, those big eyes are black and don't slip, and they all seep when they look like they're seeping."

"When did you see that?"

Song Chi said.

The homeless man thought about it, and did not feel any resentment about his interruption, but was excited that the kid in front of him could participate in his conversation.

"Just a week ago, or just two weeks ago......"

His tone was a little uncertain.

"Is there anything strange about the turtle shell of the king eight?"

Song Chi asked.

The homeless man pondered for a while, touched his sloppy beard, and said:

"When you say that, I have a little impression that the turtle shell of Wang Ba is densely engraved with something, as if it is orthography."