"call…"

Pushing open the dilapidated wooden door, moist air rushed into my nose.

The young man looked at the coffins placed in the yard and was in a daze.

He decided to help Song He.

On the one hand, the reason for Song Paitou's disappearance is still unclear.

If he is dead, Wang Jin must let Song He take him down the river.

On the other hand, this tributary of the Songhua River is connected to Chenjiaweizi.

Since it was something that appeared on this river, Wang Jin had to find out, lest the Mud Dragon King become an obstacle to his next actions.

And the most important thing...

From a personal perspective, Wang Jin wanted to help Song He.

He saw in the other person his former self...the child who stumbled and desperately ran away in the ghost story scene.

Wang Jin never thinks that he is a good person, nor does he think that he can empathize with others.

Good people cannot survive, and empathy will only make them weak.

But when he saw with his own eyes the Lingchi-like wounds on Song He's body, and the moldy coffin that was hastily prepared in the yard...

There will be an inexplicable sadness in my heart.

Wang Jin occasionally uses profiling subconsciously, and he can feel the emotions in Song He's heart.

The young man moved to the terraced house and decided to face the Mud Dragon King with his father.

One morning, Song He woke up and found that his side was empty, but his body was covered with dragons.

The person he trusted the most escaped, and he was infected with a death curse that he could not escape.

The only thing Song He could do was to cover the wound with layers of cloth, then drag his half-broken legs and use all the remaining money to prepare a moldy coffin for himself.

Just thinking about it makes me breathless.

Maybe with a little selfishness...Wang Jin didn't want this to happen.

Not only did he want to save Song He, but he also wanted to find Song Paitou to see what could make a father abandon his child.

"Um?"

The girl looked at the raindrops floating in the air and frowned slowly.

"It hasn't stopped raining lately...and it's a nasty feeling."

Wang Jin murmured softly and put on the coir raincoat that Song He handed to him.

This thing is quite common in fishing villages and can protect you from wind and rain without restricting your movement.

It's just a little difficult to wear.

"Yeah, I feel like I'm going to be moldy."

The girl held a bamboo hat in her hand and threw it at Wang Jin's head from a distance as if she were playing a ring game.

Her windbreaker was specially made by the tune-up department and coated with a layer of hydrophobic material.

As long as you put your hair up and hide it in a hat, you don't have to worry about getting wet.

Snap.

The bamboo hat flew out and hit his head.

"Yeah!"

Hu Xiaobei showed two small tiger teeth and walked closer to help Wang Jin arrange his clothes.

In the rain curtain, two figures were playfully leaning against each other, and there was no hint of tension in the atmosphere.

"That's great."

Song He, who was sitting in the room, smiled and looked away slightly.

He had no objection.

Although this person and the fox seem unreliable, they are indeed his only hope.

It's like the relationship between a terminally ill patient and a doctor.

If they were really sad, Song He would feel unsure.

"What's wrong?"

The young man frowned and asked.

Only he could see that the girl's expression suddenly became serious.

The latter spoke slowly, keeping his voice as low as possible.

"Silly boy, something is not right."

"The smell of the air has changed, it's a bit like rotten fish and shrimp."

The girl took half a step closer again, almost whispering into Wang Jin's ear.

"It should be hard to smell when it rains, unless..."

"Unless the smell comes from the raindrops themselves."

Wang Jin nodded and said the second half of the sentence.

The little fox had a tacit understanding with him, and their suspicions were highly overlapping.

From the moment he stepped into Zhaozhou County, Wang Jin felt something was not right.

Every drop of rain here carries trace amounts of pollution.

It will dissipate as soon as it falls on you, and it won't do much harm to ordinary people.

But its existence cannot be denied.

"Do you think He Song is hiding something from us?"

Warm breath lingered on his neck, Wang Jin did not retreat, but stood there with a solemn expression.

Hu Xiaobei is very smart, she knows what to do to make others look away from her.

A little intimate gesture will make a simple fisherman like Song He take the initiative to look away.

Being so intimate to this level only means that you have overlooked something very important.

"Um?"

Hu Xiaobei was stunned, took half a step back and looked at Wang Jin.

He reached out and pulled his face again.

"That's not true. The only information I need to share with you is the one just now."

"Besides, I feel like I have to make some sad-looking fool happy."

"The beautiful girl throws herself into my arms."

The girl held her chin up and looked serious.

"Aren't you happy?"

"…fine."

Wang Jin was stunned for a long time before he could barely follow Hu Xiaobei's train of thought, and then he smiled helplessly.

He really shouldn't frown and sigh in front of Song He, as this would only have the opposite effect.

It's not something too important, but it's a detail that only Hu Xiaobei can notice.

She could always detect changes in Wang Jin's mood immediately.

"Oh! I know."

"Silly boy likes someone younger, then I..."

"No."

Wang Jin quickly held down Hu Xiaobei with quick hands and eyes, and dragged her towards the courtyard gate.

Although it feels a bit strange, the faint sadness has indeed disappeared.

squeak——

Before Wang Jin stretched out his hand, the courtyard door slowly opened to both sides.

thump.

The slightly thin figure fell to the ground, scarlet blood spreading in the water.

The blood stains continued from next door to here.

Wang Jin could recognize who the other person was without him raising his head.
To be continued...