At Uncle Wu's reminder, I looked at the watermelon in the water. The watermelon that was spinning and running around just now actually calmed down.
However, there was still no movement seen on the water, let alone Uncle Yan, not even the dancing ghost appeared.
Catching such a tough master in the water is no simple matter. It made my heart jump into my throat. In this situation, either the winner or loser has been decided, or something happened below.
Otherwise, the watermelon would not behave like a watermelon now and return to the way it was when it first entered the water.
Uncle Wu had already started rummaging through the tools on the boat. It seemed that he and Uncle Yan had been partners before. He picked up a long bamboo pole tied with an iron hook and told me, "Sanman, stop looking.
Quickly carry the fishing net to the stern of the boat."
I yelled, hugged the pile of neatly folded fishing nets on the boat, and placed them on the wooden plank of the stern platform, while my eyes were still searching back and forth on the water around the boat.
"Wow..."
"ah……"
A hand suddenly stretched out from the stern position and touched the side of the boat. Immediately afterwards, a wet human head burst out of the water. I was so frightened that I staggered and almost threw a dung beetle rolling dung ball on the boat.
The man was gasping for air and touched the lake water on his face, "Old rat, hurry up with the grappling hook and fishing net. This thing is so difficult to handle. I almost ruined my wise life!"
It turned out that the person who came out of the water was Uncle Yan. He was almost scared to death just now.
I saw Uncle Yan flipping onto the boat, and the force of the push caused the bow of the boat to tilt up. Uncle Wu and I were in a hurry again, trying to stabilize our bodies.
Uncle Yan had already gotten on the boat soaked to the skin, and he was standing at the stern with his bare feet. Only then did I have the opportunity to see clearly the changes in Uncle Yan's body through the moonlight.
His whole body was almost trembling, probably because the temperature in the water was too low. In addition to the parts where he wore the weird vest, there were a lot of scratches and very small wounds on his upper body.
The fabric of the trousers was tightly attached to his leg muscles, which allowed me to see clearly the real reason why Uncle Yan walked with his legs up and down. That was because the muscles in the calf area of Uncle Yan's right leg were almost completely gone, and there were some problems with his ankle.
About the same thickness.
Now the fabric on his left leg has been torn by something, revealing the damaged skin underneath. The blood flowing from the wound has dripped on the boat. When he went into the water, he did not wear gloves, and his pairs were glowing with black gas.
His hand was holding on to the rope on his body, and the other end was tied to something in the water.
He took the grappling hook pole handed over by Uncle Wu and pushed it upward with one hand, while the other hand was always ready to hook something that was about to come out of the water.
"Old Loach, let me help you..."
As he spoke, Uncle Wu had already walked up to Uncle Yan and stood together near the stern of the boat. Uncle Yan did not hand the grappling hook to Uncle Wu, but handed the rope over, being careful not to touch Uncle Wu with his hand.
"Old rat, you're pulling it up as hard as you can. I've tied that thing down there. I'm going to use the grappling hook. You might not be able to pierce the water float!"
Uncle Yan did not forget my existence, but kicked the fishing net I had prepared just now with his foot, "Sanman, you hold the net and stand towards the back. As long as I tell you to throw the net, you will move towards the water."
Throw the stuff over there."
Throwing the net? It seems that I really can't do this. Do I need to leave a rope in my hand to pull it back?
Just when I was about to ask, I heard that Uncle Wu and Uncle Yan had begun to exert force. A group of dark water plants gradually appeared in the water, and the rope was stretched straight. Uncle Wu's face started to turn purple with all the force, and the veins on his forehead were exposed.
It seems that he really fought for his life.
"Old Mouse, try harder, he's already showing his head. Prepare Sanman, just throw it away. My shroud net won't miss."
It turns out that the corpse net I am holding is called a corpse net. It is really separated by rows and mountains. There are really many good things in the hands of the corpse collector, such as this corpse net, the red gloves that Uncle Yan wore before, and the ones he is wearing now.
Wearing a waistcoat.
I can guarantee that it is definitely not a waistcoat made of ordinary fabric. Otherwise, if Uncle Yan was so injured, why would the waistcoat and the main parts of the body it protects be fine?
"Fuck your grandma's legs, why is this thing so powerful...it's still struggling with me..."
Uncle Wu used so much force that his facial features almost began to twist, and his body leaned forward even harder. If the things behind him were to relax now, Uncle Wu would definitely fall into the cabin and fall flat on his face.
"A little more, the head comes out, let me see the rope I tied, and I can set the hook!"
The reason why Uncle Yan hasn't stretched out the grappling hook in his hand yet is because those of us who deal with dead bodies, the first thing is to respect corpses. This corpse is not the other's teacher.
The grappling hook is very sharp. Uncle Yan is waiting for the rope to emerge from the water and does not want to damage Lamei's body. This is professionalism.
I was watching anxiously from behind, and wanted to put down what I was holding and go up to help Uncle Wu, but I was afraid that I would miss the best opportunity to cast the net, and the efforts of everyone in front would be in vain.
Uncle Wu also came to be cruel. He wrapped the rope around his body, grabbed the end of the rope, and hugged the wooden board placed on the floor of the cabin with his whole body. He let out a hey sound in his mouth and suddenly let out a sigh.
force.
It really made him successfully switch to another leg and take a step forward.
Even at this step, the rope also pulled things underwater.
By the moonlight, I saw a young woman wearing a floral gown, with the buttons opened to reveal a somewhat tattered bellyband.
Only her upper body was exposed, and the whole body was tilted towards the sky. Apart from being pale, her face was actually lifelike. What chilled me the most was her round, gray eyes filled with hatred.
Her hands above the water were twisted, one was folded in front of her chest, and the other was completely behind her back. The palms and arms were bent at a weird angle, and they were tightly tied in the rope.
Although the legs under the feet can't be seen clearly, they can be clearly seen and are not moving. However, there is some unknown force pulling the quiet female corpse in the water with Uncle Wu.
It can be seen from Uncle Wu's expression that he is holding on very hard now. He almost squeezed out a few words from between his teeth, "If it doesn't work anymore, hurry up..."
Uncle Yan moved, and held out the grappling hook with both hands, and accurately hooked it on the rope tied to the female body without hurting her at all.
And at this moment, I finally understood why Uncle Yan always used both hands when passing the grappling hook. Just when he hooked the rope, Uncle Yan stumbled forward, and Uncle Wu's body was pulled backward.
Lean upside down.
Uncle Wu almost sat in the boat, but Uncle Yan was in the most danger. He was only half a step away from being dragged off the boat by the force of the pull and fell into the water.
"Old rat, please don't hurt me. It's just the last blow, so bite your tongue again!"
"Don't trick me, my ribs are about to be broken not long after they were healed!"
The two of them worked hard and cooperated tacitly to finally pull the legs of the female body out of the water. However, the body was only pushed horizontally and did not completely leave the water. It can only be said that its head was facing the boat and its feet were facing outwards.
Floating on the water.
When I saw those twisted legs, I felt like something pinched my heart. Even though I had known that this would happen, I was still aggrieved by the torture Lamei suffered during her lifetime.