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"What do you think? I don't know what it is, but it's definitely not the Ferryman's Mr. Mischief?"

The words fell, and on the small boat in the middle of the dark river, the "boatman" stopped rowing, and his eyes covered by pure black under the bamboo hat stared at the human youth sitting on the bow carrying a backpack. It was replaced by a misty, ageless and gloomy male voice, which spread faintly together with the sound of water under the boat:

"—how did you find out?"

"Well, this... Please wait a moment, please."

Song Yangle, who felt slightly uncomfortable due to the abnormal posture of twisting his upper body all the time, showed an apologetic expression, first turned around and took back his legs that were swinging outside the boat, then turned his body and changed into a sitting posture facing the "boatman", letting go After a good leg, look up and be polite:

"There are many reasons, do you want to hear them all?"

"..."

Black mist filled the pure black eyes, and the face under the bamboo hat became blurred, and a gloomy voice with no specific emotions came over from all directions:

"Say."

"Okay." Song Yangle nodded, then paused, thought of something, and asked again: "However, in what order do you want to listen?"

"...Stop talking nonsense." The gloomy voice warned him.

"Well, okay." Although this request is very rude, but considering his situation surrounded by black mist, Song Yangle obediently agreed, and then pondered:

"Then let's start from the beginning..."

——From the first time we met.

……

"In fact, before we formally got close to each other, your illusion was indeed perfect."

Looking at the direction of the black|color|"eyes" under the opposite bamboo hat, Song Yangle said frankly that he didn't find any abnormalities at the beginning: "There is no problem with the time, place, and way of appearance of the characters, which fits the actual situation of the underworld. , It also fits the human imagination of Wangchuan, so when your voice appeared, I didn't realize that there was anything strange about you. But..."

"When the boat approached the shore, the first second we faced each other, I felt you..." Song Yangle thought for a while, and described it: "It's a bit strange."

"..." The black mist under the bamboo hat wrapped around the clothes on his "body".

"It's not a matter of dressing up." Seeing the other party's doubts, Song Yangle denied it, and gave the reason: "You clearly saw me and Ying Long, but you only talked to me."

A gloomy voice sounded in the fog: "But I said it later."

"Yes...but," Song Yangle nodded, paused, and gave a turning point: "Actually, you might as well not say it."

"..." The black mist under the bamboo hat gathered towards him: "What do you mean?"

"That's what you think." Facing the black mist surrounding him, Song Yangle's tone remained unchanged: "There are many mistakes."

"Because I was already suspicious on the shore, I asked you three questions intermittently afterwards: I asked you if you knew our boss, why you didn't say hello if you knew, and, since you said 'Wang Chuan Wai He is formed by people's hearts', Then you are not what I imagined."

"..." The black mist fluctuated, as if recalling its three corresponding answers. After a while, a gloomy voice in the mist asked, "Which one is it?"

"If you look at it alone, of course there is no problem; after all, you should be well-prepared after hearing that your sentences are so literary and artistic." Song Yangle boasted implicitly.

"..." However, in an instant, the words of the other party aroused the black mist of memories of the several critical attacks he had just suffered: "Enough! Get to the point!" This human being is not worthy of saying the word "art"!

……Fine.

Song Yangle, who didn't know that he accidentally stepped on the opponent's thunder, shrugged, and finally gave an explanation: "Although it is no problem to see one by one, but if you connect the three answers together, you will have... um, click Something is wrong."

"The first question: I was talking to our boss, and you interjected and said that you knew him, and told me that he had a great reputation in the underworld—this shows that the boss's authority in the world of humans|demons The underworld is also applicable; the second question: Since I asked you to greet him, you said, "On the river of forgetfulness, do not communicate with non-passengers"-this shows that if you are not bound by the regulations, "you" should be willing to communicate with you. The boss communicated; the third question: I ask you 'the river is the heart, so are you my heart'...you say," he looked directly at the "eyes" under the bamboo hat, speaking at a leisurely pace Not slow: "No."

"..." The black mist changed, there was a moment of silence, and the gloomy voice lowered: "I got the wrong answer."

At this point, it has understood the unfinished words of human beings: "The boat does not communicate with non-boat passengers", but it does not say how to get off the boat; Not one with the boat, should be able to leave the boat.

——A little boatman who obviously "admires" the gods of the three worlds, who is not under the control of the underworld, but accepts guests at will, but is unwilling to even get off the boat to say hello when facing the "gods"... This loophole, too big.

It's just... "I should have added a sentence of 'you can't disembark when you receive guests'." Heiwu murmured in a low voice.

"...It's useless." Song Yangle said calmly: "In short, these three questions and answers are just evidence, just to verify my suspicion."

"...??!" The black mist thickened, and the gloomy voice condensed: "Doubt?"

"Ah, after all, as I said earlier, there are too many reasons; your 'perfection' only ends at the section of 'the voice comes before the person arrives'."

"...where else?"

"Well, it's okay, just..." Song Yangle paused for a second, and counted: "One, two, three...uh, three."

"..." The black fog fluctuated: "Tell me."

"Well...let me make a long story short."

Looking at the middle of the boat, Boss Ying seemed to have finally seen the Kongming lantern and the river, and was about to stretch his arms and legs. Song Yangle looked at the darkness outside the boat, and made a brief statement in a nonchalant tone:

"One, from the first time we met, Boss Ying has never looked at you...Although this g...cough, sometimes our boss does not do much|personnel affairs, but he is not nobody in one item... In other words, a dragon who is not blind will not be able to see a shadow in the eyes of 'people'."

"Second, as I said before, although I have met Xuanwei, the other party seems to be indifferent, but it should not be done on the Dragon Boat Festival to "forget the river" to discourage tourists and reduce the enthusiasm of the underworld. Things like GDP."

"Of course, the last and most important thing is..." Song Yangle was silent for a while, turned his head, looked at the black mist, with meaningful eyes: "Although you may have done some research beforehand, you obviously have a lot of respect for me and the corresponding boss. , The investigation of today's human world is not deep enough."

"Boss Ying and I, and our human world..."

The expressionless human youth stared straight at the black mist, with a deep and decisive tone:

"—All! Yes! No! Yes! Yes! Anytime! Anytime! Carry 10 cash! Gold! It's even more impossible to spend [-] for a boat ride less than [-] minutes away! Especially Respond to the boss!"

Black mist: "..." I озйзёодж.Vulgar language!