Chapter 465 Water Sleeves Stained with Blood (Part 1)
This boat seems to be the kind of ancient painting boat. The hull is not big, the whole body is dark red, and some colorful patterns float on the sides of the hull.
Yan Junze stood on the bank of the river, looking at the painting boat.
The buildings on both sides of the river bank also maintain the ancient style, but they have basically been renovated, and they are mainly trading, with various snack stalls and specialty shops.
The dust in these shops is thick, and some facades have been damaged, a dilapidated scene.
Yan Junze didn't pay attention to other things. In fact, there are thirteen monsters in this area, but except for the monster in the painting boat, the others are relatively weak. After dealing with this high-level monster, they will be dealt with.
"It seems that before his death... she was a brothel girl." Yan Junze said to himself.
Although this task information looks normal, it always gives him a different feeling. Something is wrong somewhere, but Yan Junze can't tell what it is.
It's a gut feeling.
Not long after he stood by the river bank, the painting boat that was originally in the middle of the river suddenly began to move slowly, approaching the direction where Yan Junze was standing, and gradually parked on the bank closest to him.
There are red lanterns flickering on the painted boat, and the candlelight flickers on and off.
In the past, this painting boat would not appear before people's eyes, but Yan Junze calculated the time of its appearance after reading the mission information, and came here in a pinch.
The sky above the head was faintly illuminated by moonlight, but due to the appearance of the Lingqiao, most of the moonlight was blocked, making the night look hazy.
A red light poured out from the painting boat, lighting up the road ahead of Yan Junze.
He looked down, said nothing, stepped out of the river bank, and boarded the painting boat.
The painting boat did not shake at all after he boarded it, and moved steadily again, slowly heading towards the middle of the river.
Yan Junze walked into Huafang's hut step by step with a black spiritual umbrella in his hand. Since he entered the Spirit Bridge, he has always held the black spiritual umbrella in his hand, to beware of some strange things without eyes that would attack him.
The interior space of the hut is very clean and tidy. There are two rows of smaller red lanterns hanging on the left and right sides, and the inner room is blocked by a layer of light-colored curtains, making it difficult to see the scene inside.
But not far from the curtain, there were two round wooden stools. After Yan Junze walked over, he sat down in front of one of the wooden stools.
He cast his eyes on the curtain and remained silent.
Waited for a while, but there was no movement inside, which made him wonder if the weirdness in the seemingly small bedroom had fallen asleep.
No way, he cleared his throat on purpose to remind the other party that he had come in.
It was silent, and there was still no response.
"Who are you waiting for?" Yan Junze spoke directly, with a calm tone, his eyes fixed on the direction of the curtain.
In the mission information, the words "the plain clothes are faintly alluring, and the jade face still brings the moonlight" appear, which makes Yan Junze suspect that the people in the boat seem to be waiting for someone.
After he asked this sentence, a faint sigh came from behind the curtain, and the voice was a woman.
But just lamented, but did not speak.
"I may be able to solve your doubts." Yan Junze continued.
"What if you can't solve it?" The woman's clear and melodious voice sounded.
Yan Junze smiled slightly, but did not answer.
"If you can't solve it, I will leave your head here." The woman said softly.
As soon as her words fell, Yan Junze suddenly felt abnormalities around his body. He turned his head and looked around, and saw that all the red lanterns around him changed their appearance. They were no longer red lanterns, but were all hung with heads.
These heads are all men, with their mouths open and candles in their mouths, as if the inside of their heads has been hollowed out, with candlelight overflowing from the open mouths, empty eye sockets, and ear holes.
It can be seen that there is still blood flowing inside, reflecting the light of the candle into a faint red, like a red lantern.
Obviously, if Yan Junze can't solve it, then his end will be the same as the heads present.
Shrugged, he smiled and said, "Yes."
A deep sigh came from inside again, the woman seemed to be whispering, and it seemed to be a memory.
"He's here, help me find him."
Yan Junze was taken aback, and turned to look at the heads hanging around, wondering if the "he" the woman was referring to was in it.
But if she could find it in this way, it would be too simple. She didn't need to look for it herself, she could find this "he" by herself.
At this moment, the woman's voice continued to come, and it was pleasant to hear, "Ten fingers are like mushrooms, and sleeves are stained with blood. Let's see where the black hair is for."
Every sentence was pronounced clearly, and Yan Junze could hear it clearly.
As soon as the words fell, another imperceptible abnormality appeared in the room. Yan Junze turned his head and looked around, and found that there were a few more fishing rods at the entrance.
There is a fishing line strung on the fishing rod, and the hook end of the fishing line even has the bait ready, but when you look closely, the bait turns out to be broken fingers.
There are either **** or three fingers hooked on the hook, and the number of baits on each fishing rod is different.
These fingers are still bleeding.
"Are you asking me to fish with this special bait?" Yan Junze glanced in the direction of the curtain in surprise, but the woman didn't answer.
After thinking for a while, he picked up a fishing rod, walked out of the boat painting room, and came to the side of the boat. Yan Junze took the fishing rod, and with a little force, threw a fishing line hooked with bait into the river.
A small ripple appeared on the water, and then the hook and **** sank slowly.
There was a cool breeze on the river, and Yan Junze felt a chill. He tightened his collar, and he didn't know how long this fishing would last.
He noticed just now that the fingers used as bait look very slender, and the skin is fair and tender. It doesn't look like a man's hand, it should be a woman's.
After a while, the fishing rod sank, as if something had been hooked.
Yan Junze quickly grabbed it with both hands, and started to fish slowly, pulling up the hooked thing, and gradually surfaced.
But what is surprising is that this thing seems to be a mass of hair, long and numerous, floating on the water, and it is not clear whether there is anything else underneath.
And Yan Junze also felt that the thing he caught was relatively light, as if it was just a bunch of long hair.
But as it got closer, a face emerged from the water. Yan Junze opened his eyes wide and watched carefully while pulling. Soon a woman in a white dress was pulled out.
If it weren't for the fact that she still has some female features, and some parts are more swollen than the swollen places, even Yan Junze would not be able to distinguish her gender.
After pulling her out of the water with a fishing rod, the weight suddenly increased rapidly. Yan Junze was startled, and the fishing rod almost broke.
He immediately bent down, stretched out his hand to grab it, and grabbed the woman's hair firmly, threw away the fishing rod, and directly twisted the hair with both hands and yanked it upwards.
This picture is that of an extremely horrible and disgusting corpse that exudes a smell of water. Yan Junze dragged it out of the water like a doll, and threw it on the boat board in an extremely disgusting way.
Yan Junze gasped, walked into the room, and asked, "Is this the person you're looking for?"
"No." A voice came from behind the curtain.
"Then she is..."
"My maid."
Yan Junze nodded, no longer asked any more questions, and picked up the second fishing rod by the door. There were three **** fingers hooked on this fishing rod.
The **** on the first fishing rod just now disappeared after catching the swollen female corpse. Now I think they should be in the female corpse's mouth, or have been swallowed.
Although it can be recycled, Yan Junze doesn't want to take it out of her mouth.
Throwing the bait of the second fishing rod into the water, this time Yan Junze changed his position on the boat and began to wait quietly again, looking back at the swollen female corpse lying on the boat board from time to time to see if she would take advantage of her If you don't pay attention to get up alone, give yourself a turnaround.
The cool wind on the boat is stronger, and the surrounding temperature seems to be lower at this moment. Yan Junze has already put his black spirit umbrella into the node, and if there is an emergency, he can release it easily at any time.
I don't know if there is a reason for the existence of this female corpse, the air has been continuously falling.
The surrounding area was very quiet, I couldn't even hear the sound of the water flowing, as if the environment I was in was full of dead things, not only on the boat, but even under the river, there wasn't even a single live fish.
A moment later, he subconsciously turned his head to look, and was immediately horrified.
Because the swollen female corpse that was lying flat just now, her body is now in a curved shape, and not only that, her plump cheeks are stretched out, and her mouth is wide open.
Yan Junze bent down and took a closer look, and found that she had remained in this state, not moving. I don't know if there was something in her body that pushed her mouth out, or she opened it by herself.
But fortunately, those puffy eyes are closed.
At this moment, the fishing rod in his hand sank, and something was hooked again.
Yan Junze immediately turned his attention to the water surface, but he could only see the buoy sinking into the water surface, but nothing else.
He immediately started to pull the fish. This time, the underwater thing was a bit heavy, but it still didn't float up, but was quickly pulled towards the bow by himself.
"Could it be another corpse?" Yan Junze guessed.
As he got closer, he saw a suit of clothes appearing under the water, a long skirt to be precise.
"A female corpse again?" Yan Junze was surprised, "Could it be the maid of that woman inside again?"
As soon as the pole was lifted, the weight I felt suddenly lightened, and with a splash, a dress was lifted out of the water, and the water flowed down, turning out to be just a set of clothes.
This is a water sleeve dress without any corpses.
However, the surface of the water-sleeve skirt is stained with blood, which is shocking at first glance, and some parts of the clothes have been torn, or caused by sharp objects.
At this moment, Yan Junze looked at the hook, but the three fingers hooked had disappeared.
It seems that every time it is caught, the fingers on it will disappear, not necessarily because it was eaten by the female corpse, or fell into the water.
The waist of this water-sleeved skirt is narrow, even if the female corpse on the ship board is not swollen, it may not be able to wear it.
Maybe someone else's.
After thinking of this, Yan Junze turned his head and took a look at the female corpse with the mouth open. The next second, he was shocked, opened his eyes wide, and looked at the swollen female corpse.
Because the movement of the female corpse has changed again at this moment, she is no longer curled up on the ground, but has sat up facing her direction, her mouth is still wide open, and her whole face is swollen like a white flour steamed bun.
But her eyes are still closed.
Brought the skirt with water sleeves in his hand, just as the female corpse had already sat up, Yan Junze took the skirt to her side and gestured, and found that it was indeed not her dress, and then spread the skirt with water sleeves on the boat board.
Turning back to the door of the boat hut, he picked up the third fishing rod, and the bait on it was two fingers.
Facing behind the curtain, he said: "This time I caught a skirt with long sleeves. It should be yours. I put it outside for you."
There was a moment of silence behind the curtain, and then a calm voice came.
"Thanks."
Holding the third fishing rod, he walked to the bow of the boat and changed a new direction again, throwing the bait into the river.
The temperature on the boat dropped again, Yan Junze could already see his breath clearly, turned his head to look at the river bank, there was a mist on both sides of the river bank, and the shops along the bank could no longer be seen.
He had an illusion that the painting boat at this moment seemed to be no longer in the river just now, as if it had reached an unknown waters.
Hoo—
A gust of cool wind hit, and a small red flag on the bow of the boat was blown rattlingly.
"Holy shit, why is it getting colder and colder? If I knew the river was so cold, I would have put on more clothes before the mission." Yan Junze couldn't help talking to himself.
Turning her head to look, the swollen female corpse was still sitting there with her mouth wide open, without moving.
Suddenly, the fishing rod in his hand trembled suddenly, and he almost fell into the river.
Yan Junze was taken aback, and quickly grabbed the fishing rod with both hands. The object caught on the hook under the water seemed to be struggling, and the struggle was very violent.
This time is completely different from the previous two. The hooked one seems to be a real live fish.
Yan Junze pulled slowly, fearing that the fishing line would break or the struggling fish would get unhooked, loosen it a little, tighten it a little, and slowly gather the line, when he was near the side of the boat, he lifted it suddenly, and a dark object was lifted out water surface.
But Yan Junze was startled immediately, he never expected that what the fishhook caught was not a fish, but a...baby!
This is a purple baby boy, with only a few sporadic hairs on his head, sticking wetly to his scalp, his lips are pierced by fishhooks, his limbs are soft, hanging down naturally, hanging in mid-air motionless.
When I was in the water just now, I clearly felt that the baby was struggling and shaking violently, but now it seems that it has been dead for a long time, and even the color of its body has changed.
Yan Junze quickly put it on the boat board gently, walked over and squatted down, and slowly removed the fishhook that hooked the baby's lips.
Looking at it from such a close distance, it is found that the baby may have died at birth, and even the bones are brittle. If you use a little force, you can even reverse its arm joints.
(end of this chapter)