ID number 019

The river covered the lunatic and the stone statue, and they floated underwater, being pushed slowly downstream by the current.

There was an eerie sense of peace in this scene.

Chen Yang wanted to go down the river, but Chao Jian stopped him and said, "He's dead."

"It didn't sink." Chen Yang murmured.

Chao Jian said nothing.

Chen Yang followed the corpses and stone statues in the water, blinked his dry eyes, and at that moment he seemed to see something under the water.

Layers.

Just when Chen Yang wanted to get into the river, his eyes were blurred, and his eyes closed.

Chao Jane knocked off his hand rubbing his eyes: "Look up."

"It's ashes." Chen Yang raised his face, and let Jane poke his eyelids.

A coolness came into his eyes, followed by a faint smell of smoke, milk, and medicine, all of which were familiar to him.

Chen Yang's mind was blank. Normally, when something got into his eyes, he rubbed it with his own hands. Just rub it casually. No one told him about it.

This feeling is indescribable, as if I have become a child.

Chen Yang has tinnitus a little bit, it's not right, he is already 25, this age is not suitable for children, just thinking about it makes his teeth ache.

Before Chen Yang was about to say something awkwardly, Chao Jian had already backed away, frowning in annoyance: "Don't rub things in your eyes casually, it's easy to get inflamed, and it's also harmful to the cornea, it's common sense ,don't know?"

"...I live a rough life." Chen Yang looked into the river, and there was nothing unusual. The layers of black images that appeared in his sight before were hallucinations.

The discomfort in the eyes returned, and Chen Yang subconsciously wanted to rub his hands, but the back of his head was pinned, and he was forced to tilt his head back under that force.

Chao Jian took out water from Chen Yang's backpack, twisted the cap, and pointed the mouth of the bottle at his reddened left eye, and pressed his eyelid with the other hand to prevent him from closing it.

A cool stream of water rushed into the pupils, and Chen Yang's eyelids convulsed. He grabbed Chao Jian's arm and said, "It's ok."

Chaojan flushed his right eye with water.

The outer corners of Chen Yang's eyes are wide and blunt, and the inner ones are double. He has very standard almond eyes. When he was young, he was energetic and bright, but after something happened, his eyes were dark, until he entered the mission world...

Now there is light in his eyes again, but it is no longer blazing. He always holds it down, and occasionally lets it go. It is also when he is unconscious, and he is unconscious.

"Okay." Chen Yang wiped his head and face to wipe off the water stains: "Where did so much dust come from..."

Before he could finish his sentence, something stuck in his throat and ashes got into his mouth.

Chen Yang didn't complain, he took Chao Jian and walked upstream along the river against the wind, all the way to the bottom of the waterfall, where there was a large pile of ashes.

Someone paid homage here.

There were shredded paper money in the ashes that hadn't been burned.

Chen Yang's wet eyes narrowed. When the fish tide came in the afternoon the day before yesterday, there was no ashes by the river.

It was burned after that.

Who is the one?The figure of a madwoman popped out of Chen Yang's mind.

The lunatic lay down in the river with the stone statue of the child, and she behaved peacefully. It is very likely that she put the family's ashes or corpses in it, and she was reuniting with her family just now.

Then her motivation to pay homage to her family before committing suicide was valid.

but……

Chen Yang looked at the area of ​​the ashes, it didn't look like it was burned for a few people, it looked like it was burned for a large group of people, with several sacks of paper money burned, he was startled by the thoughts in his mind, and then calmed down.

In a sense, this river is no different from the execution ground.

Chao Jian leaned on crutches and walked to the ashes. He used a crutch to dig into the ashes, and then stretched the end of the crutch to Chen Yang.

Chen Yangfu stretched out his hand to touch it.

hot!

The person who burned the paper left not long ago.

Chen Yang breathed a little faster: "It's not a lunatic, she didn't burn it, I don't think it's her."

Chao Jian put down her crutches: "Then who do you think?"

Chen Yang pressed his scalp with both hands, and picked it randomly. He squatted down, facing Ashes, and faces flashed before his eyes.

"It's Gao Degui!"

Chen Yang stood up awkwardly: "He is the mayor, so it is reasonable to burn so much paper money to pay homage to the villagers who died in this fish tide."

As he spoke, he grabbed a handful of Ashes, the temperature of his fingertips made his scalp tighten, he looked around, the sparkling river water made him dizzy, where did Gao Degui hide?

When Chen Yang went back with Chao Jian, he still didn't see a townsman. They walked through the street where paper money was floating around, and returned to the inn with a lifeless atmosphere.

Everyone's condition is worse than the other, except for the painter, whose spirit is obviously getting better.

The painter smiled at Chen Yang, which frightened Chen Yang a lot.

"That guy slept with your clothes in his arms last night." Xiang Dong told Chen Yangyan, "If I didn't know that he was sick, I would really treat him as a pervert and kick his eggs to pieces."

Chen Yang waved his hand: "I don't smoke."

Xiang Dong pinned the cigarette to Chen Yang's ear: "Hold it, your little partner is an old smoker, he showed his tail last night, the smell of smoke from his mouth will kill you in the future."

Chen Yang didn't take it seriously, Chao Jian's restraint was very good, before last night, he had no idea that the other party would smoke.

"Do you use freshener?" Chen Yang asked suddenly.

Glanced at him to the east: "What potion?"

"Freshener," Chen Yang said, "spray it into your mouth after smoking."

"What's the purpose of spraying that thing?" After Xiang Dong finished speaking, he moved closer to Chen Yang, licked his lips and smiled, "If you kiss me wet and think I smell heavy, I don't recommend buying it and spraying it."

"..." Chen Yang originally wanted to ask Xiang Dong if he would use it, but if he did, he would recommend one to him, but it turned out to be a waste of time. His fingertips rubbed against the screen of his phone, and his thoughts drifted a little.

Back then at the train station, Chen Yang told Chao Jian that he was not a big smoker, he would smoke whenever he had cigarettes, and he would not smoke if he had no cigarettes. At that time, every word he said was true.

But for some reason, after that, every time he smoked a cigarette, the sense of thirst in his lips and tongue would increase.

I always feel that there is something missing in my mouth.

Chen Yang felt that the smell could only be smoke, and he thought to himself that he should carry a lighter and a pack of cigarettes with him.

In order to prevent Chao Jian from finding out how often he smokes, he needs a freshener.

"If we can go back alive this time, I'll give you a box of freshener and a box of cigarettes." Glancing eastward into the room, the boy was lying on the single bed with his legs bent so hard that he couldn't put it down, his chestnut head was tilted on the edge of the bed, and he closed his eyes. Focusing, fell into a deep sleep.

At first glance, it really looks like a fucking docile lamb.

Xiang Dong suspected that Chen Yang was deceived by Xiao Wangba's appearance, and he was about to drag Chen Yang to give him some ideological education, when a cold light pierced the room.

The young man stared at him, his clear eyes filled with gloom and coldness.

There was disdain on Xiangdong's face, and his stomach full of swear words converged into a "fuck".

The kid surnamed Chao not only pretended to be sleeping and pretended to be flawless, but he could also see through his thoughts from his eyes, and gave a warning silently.

Is this fucking human?

No.

Xiang Dong flicked the lighter, his eyes half-opened, this kid only looked like a human being when Chen Yang was in an accident, and he was not in a hurry in other cases, like strolling in his own garden, he didn't seem to worry about his own safety at all, and he focused on training Chen Yang.

How rich is this kid's mission experience, and how many digits is his ID number? Could it be that he is younger than a painter?

Xiang Dong thought of something, and his molars started to grind. Did Chen Yang tell him his ID number?It seems not.

Fuck, their relationship used to be far from being close.

Now after one and a half missions, at most a fraction of a hundred and eight thousand miles will be lost.

Unless the court slips are deleted and he and Chen Yang have a life-and-death relationship alone, the previous hundred thousand will not be shaken.

Dongfang's back molars are about to burn out.

Chen Yang found that Xiang Dong was panting like a pig in the pen, and he was about to ask when Xiang Zimu walked out of the room.

Both of Xiangzimu's hands were wrapped with white gauze.

Chen Yang went over and asked, "What happened to your hand?"

"Last night, the repaired stone statue was a bit worn out." Xiang Zimu said lightly.

Chen Yang said: "It's fortunate that you repaired the stone statue, otherwise we wouldn't be able to appease the crazy woman."

Xiang Zimu still had the same tone, as light as boiled water: "It's nothing."

"It's hard to deal with her when she's crazy." Chen Yang looked at the woman in front of him calmly. She was wearing the same clothes when she came here, and the blue stripes were the only color on her body.

Xiangzimu's right hand is always on the left wrist.

Chen Yang's peripheral vision glanced at her clasped hands imperceptibly, thinking, is there something on the left wrist?

"Mr. Chen, can I have a milk tablet?"

Chen Yang was taken aback by the voice in his ear, he subconsciously touched the pocket of his trousers, took out a milk tablet and handed it over.

Xiang Zimu took the milk tablet, didn't eat it, just held it in his hand.

Chen Yang remembered what Zhuzhu had said, and asked impatiently: "Have you seen my brother? I mean, before coming here."

"No." Xiangzimu said, "I haven't seen it."

Before Chen Yang could speak, Xiang Zimu returned the milk tablet to him.

"...?"

Chen Yang squeezed the milk tablet in a daze, watching Xiang Zimu's figure walking out the back door.

Xiangdong took his shoulder from behind: "Like that woman?"

Chen Yang opened the milk tablet and ate it, then asked, "Don't you think she's full of enigmas?"

"Not interested." Xiang Dong shrugged. "She's not mine. She just happened to meet me while doing this task. In my opinion, this is similar to 419. There will be no after-sales service. Never mind her."

Hearing this, Chen Yang turned his mind back and forth, what Xiang Dong said was right, and he understood the reason, but every time Xiang Zimu appeared, his attention would always shift away from time to time.

"I'm very interested in her." Chen Yang said carefully.

Xiang Dong walked from behind Chen Yang to the front, looked at the expression on his face and asked, "Want to be her partner?"

Chen Yang: "Huh?"

"Then change it." Xiangdong raised his voice, "In the mission world, if you find a bad partner, you will lose your life. If you find a good partner, you will have an extra life. A partner is related to life and death, and it must be the best. of."

Chen Yang kicked towards the east: "Keep down."

"I'm serious." Xiang Dong's voice remained unchanged, "A more suitable partner has appeared, and any fool would know to replace the previous one."

Chen Yang kicked Xiangdong again: "Don't..."

Out of the corner of his eyes, he caught a figure at the door of the room, and he almost choked on the milk tablet in his mouth.

The figure at the door turned back to the room without looking at Chen Yang.

Chen Yang's eyelids twitched, and he stared east angrily: "It's nothing to look for, I'm sorry."

"Then you're slapping me, don't just fucking say it every time." Xiang Dong saw Chen Yang push open the door that was closed by Jian Jian and squeeze in. right?

No, please don't.

God, Dad, be nice to your brother Dong, don't be so cruel.

In the room, Chao Jian sat on the bed, wiping her crutch without saying a word.

Standing by the table, Chen Yang wrapped the milk piece from the left side of his cheek to the right side, and then back to the left side, his whole mouth was filled with the faint sweet taste of milk.

"Xiang Dong is talking nonsense." Chen Yang said.

Chao Jian beside the bed didn't raise his eyelids, he said annoyedly: "Who cares about that ugly monster."

Chen Yang didn't understand, so he said, "Don't care about him? Then you are..."

"You heard me say that I am interested in Xiangzimu." Chen Yang pulled his short hair, "There are reasons for this, many aspects."

When there was no response, Chen Yang pulled out his chair and sat down, chewed the milk flakes and swallowed them. After thinking for a moment, he made up his mind and said, "Well, this time we're going out, I'll talk to you once, and I'll tell everything about me. you."

Chao Jian's movement of wiping the crutch was slightly stagnant, and then continued: "Tell me everything, and then, do you want me to reciprocate?"

Chen Yang smiled and said, "If you want."

Chao Jian also smiled: "I don't want to, don't think about it."

Chen Yang twitched: "Okay." He subconsciously tolerated and coaxed, "Then I'll come first, you can do whatever you want."

Chao Jian raised her eyes, looked at Chen Yang with dark eyes, and lowered her eyes only when he saw something on his face.

"My privacy doesn't conflict with being your partner." Chao Jian put down her crutches.

"Ang, I know." Chen Yang touched the tip of his nose, which is the reason why he trusted her even if he didn't get a glimpse of Chao Jian's inner world.

Chao Jian paused: "Where are the milk tablets? I want to eat."

"It's in the bag." Chen Yang said, but reached into his pocket and grabbed one for him.

Zhao Jian saw him peeling the package of milk tablets for himself, frowned, and somehow became irritable: "What do you want to know about me, figure out your own way, don't expect me to pour it all to you like beans!"

"……it is good."

Chen Yang gave the milk tablet to Chao Jian, and he sighed, in fact, it would be good if he told about the ID number diary, at least it would clear a space for him.

There are really too many backlogs in my heart, and no one else can tell them except Chao Jian.

"Irrelevant people, don't care about them." Chao Jian's voice was vague, "A person's mind is limited, so don't make yourself guilty."

Chen Yang nodded with a smile: "What Teacher Xiaochao said is true."

It's a fart to glance at Jane with sullen cheeks, all he knows is to say that, but he doesn't change it.

"By the way, the painter gave me a handful of diamonds. I forgot to tell you about this last night." Chen Yang brought up the incense and secretly observed Chao Jian's emotional changes.

Chao Jian remained expressionless the whole time.

Chen Yang suppressed the frustration in his heart, and suddenly heard Chao Jian ask: "Are the diamonds good-looking?"

"It's pretty flashy." Chen Yang blurted out.

Chao Jian pinched her well-knit fingers, wondering what she was thinking.

Just when Chen Yang thought that the matter seemed to come to an end, he said to Jane: "Go and get your clothes back."

Chen Yang showed hesitation: "But the painter..."

"Change mine." Chao Jian said.

The fish tide is coming tomorrow, and the mission time limit is approaching, but the situation is not completely clear. The film blocking the truth is only a little thinner, not broken.

Chen Yang felt that their current situation was very strange.

It seems that the road to the mission is broad, but in fact it has entered a dead end.

Assuming that this task is treated as a game, and the town is a dungeon, then their current situation is that the mobs are gone, and the big boss cannot be spawned, so they are anxious in the dungeon.

Chen Yang was a little anxious. This time there was no quest reminder. It was very evil from the beginning. Now the quest time limit is coming to an end, and neither the main npc nor the secondary npc has been seen.

"Don't think in a single line when thinking about problems. Put aside what you can't check, and check what you can." Chao Jian said when Chen Yang was about to bite his thumbnail bald.

Chen Yang bit his nails and looked at Chao Jian. He couldn't find anyone, and couldn't search for it for the time being. Now he could only search for objects. He quickly thought of a place and an object.

The wooden door of the hut in the corner of the yard was pushed open by Chen Yang, and what he saw was the portrait on the wall.

The last time Chen Yang came in was at night, and the light of the mobile phone shone on the portrait unawares, which was very scary, but this time it was daytime, but it made him even more creepy than that time.

Because the woman in the portrait...

"Why did she lie down?"

Zhuzhu's panicked voice suddenly sounded from behind, and Chen Yang was startled. He took a deep breath to suppress the beating of his heartbeat, and looked at the portrait with his breath held.

Black and white photo of woman lying flat with eyes closed, hands on belly and feet together.

Head toward the wall, feet toward the door.

This posture made Chen Yang think of two words - into the coffin.

"Sleep?" Zhu Zhu hid behind Chen Yang, stretching her head tremblingly.

Chen Yang looked back at her, and then looked at the portrait: "Sleep?"

"Yeah, she looks like she's sleeping, and she's sleeping peacefully." Zhuzhu subconsciously wanted to stand on tiptoe and lift Chen's shoulders, but she withdrew her hand with a piercing cold look, "Rest in peace, sleep forever. "

Chen Yang couldn't help but think of the scene of the lunatic lying in the river.

There is a problem with that river.

A bold guess emerged in Chen Yang's mind, the fish with the name did not come down from the waterfall, but in that river, and the source of the curse was that river!

"Where are you going?" Chao Jian grabbed Chen Yang who was about to run.

"By the river." Chen Yang grabbed Chao Jian and put it on his back, carried him on his back and left.

"Wait for me!" Zhuzhu caught up with Chen Yang, her shout startled the others, and they all followed.

The big guys searched the river for a long time. Those who could go down the river went down the river, and those who could lie down in the water also lay down, but there was still no harvest.

The time was up, so there was no change in the river. Chen Yang only thought of this possibility. He insisted on his guess, firmly believing that the river was the source.

"Where are we going now, are we going back to the inn?" The burn on Qian Han's arm got better after a while, and then began to worsen. He could feel that piece of flesh shrinking and rotting, and he might not be able to make it to the mission target Moment.

Qian Han hoped that the progress of the task would be faster, and then faster, so that he could last until then. He didn't want to die, and he wanted to go back alive and cry to his brother.

When Chen Yang heard Qian Han's voice, the first thing he looked at was Ge Fei. He was more seriously injured than Qian Han. He seemed to be dying and could fall down at any time.

"Go to Gao Degui's house." Chen Yang said, "We are all gathered this time, so we will search carefully, like a carpet."

"I agree to search carefully. First, the most dangerous place is the safest place. Second, we have no other choice."

When the painter agreed, he smiled at Chen Yang, full of vitality.Even though his cheekbones were still prominent, the skin on his face was still dull.

Chen Yang couldn't remember how many times he felt emotional today, the painter really came alive.

Gao Degui's house is still the same as yesterday, everyone searched separately.

Chen Yang and Chao Jian were in charge of the study room. He flipped through the books on the shelf and said, "Gao Degui is an intellectual."

Chao Jian was sitting at the table, holding a large stack of paper with brush writing on it.

Gao Degui has the habit of practicing calligraphy.

Chen Yang found that there was a book on the second floor of the bookshelf that was different from the others. It had traces of being favored. He took it out and looked at it. It was about fortune-telling.

Chen Yang opened the book, and what came into view was a series of annotations. Gao Degui, like Widow Zhou, believed in fate and karma. His position of discouraging everyone from eating fish to rob life seems to have no flaws.

Chen Yang thought of another person who believed in karma, Xiang Zimu.

"Do you think people really have past lives?" Chen Yang couldn't help asking.

Chao Jian threw the paper in her hand aside and glanced at the other one: "There is no past life, only this life."

"But I didn't believe in ghosts before." Chen Yang muttered, he suddenly remembered something, quickly opened his backpack, rummaged through and took out a gun, and put it on the table.

"When I went to the second floor last night, I forgot we had this, and you never reminded me."

Chen Yang didn't believe that Chao Jian would forget about it, he said: "This is much better than crutches, if I wear it, I shouldn't get hurt."

Throwing the gun away at Jane: "Can you make sure that when you shoot, you can hit her?"

Chen Yang was questioned, he was not sure, he had never used a gun.

"You can't be killed with a single shot. If you carry it, the harm outweighs the benefits." Chao Jian said, "If the gun gets into her hands, you will be the one who dies."

Chen Yang silently put the gun back into his bag.

You are right, if you really went with a gun, and the gun was snatched away by a lunatic, then he wouldn't have been caught with a cut in his back, and there would be at least one more hole in his body.

It's better to use a cane, which can defend himself and won't let him hurt himself.

"However, if a lunatic fights, she doesn't know how to move, so she just pounces." Chen Yang said, "She doesn't necessarily know how to use a gun."

There was a deep mark between Chao Jian's eyebrows, and her tone was cold: "Can this be a bet?"

"No." Chen Yang replied in seconds. He only had one life. When doing missions, he would only gamble unless he was desperate. At other times, he was very cautious.

There was noise outside, mixed with Xiang Dong's yelling, Chen Yang hurriedly stuffed the fortune-telling book into his backpack, and just as he was about to zip it, he stuffed some rough-edged paper towards Jane.

Before Chen Yang could see what was on the paper, he stuffed it into the bag, pulled the zipper, and quickly dragged Jane out.

To the east, a passage was found in Gao Degui's utility room, and there was a basement under their feet.

The current team, counting Xiangdong, has nine people, seven of them are wounded, and the rest are him and the suspicious Zhuzhu.

Xiangdong decisively chose to go down alone, he was going to find out, and if he caught Gao Degui, he would go there.

Chen Yang and the others were waiting up there.