As the saying goes: There is no way your shoes will get wet if you often stand by the river. Ever since I learned the pastime of going to the ground cage from my friends that year, I always go to the river every year except during the fishing season. It is not uncommon for my shoes to get wet except when I step in the water.
In addition to other things, there are often some unexpected gains or strange things. I encountered one last night.
Although it is still on the tail end of the Mid-Autumn Festival, there is rarely a bright moon during the Mid-Autumn Festival in Guangyuan every year. Because it has entered the autumn rain season, the river has begun to rise, and has already overflowed the river ridge under the handle ladder, but it has not completely submerged.
There is still a "dry road" about a foot wide. Although it is muddy and wet shoes, it is not "wet".
Feet." I walked along this "trunk road", holding on to the wall, and carefully walked to my "permanent" cement platform - I had to be careful all the way. I knew the water conditions in this section. The water seemed gentle.
In fact, there are undercurrents under the water, and it is almost one person deep. If I, who is not good at water, fall in, I will have no choice but to go straight to the East China Sea.
Sitting on the concrete platform, I put down the floor cage and took out my laptop, ready to take advantage of the cool autumn breeze to code and earn some extra money. The time gradually passed with the sound of typing on the keyboard, and the sky gradually became dark.
After finishing it, although I wrote three to four thousand words, the catch was never good.
At this time, the lights on the river bank were all on. I stretched out and planned to stand up and walk around to stretch my muscles. But at this moment, a burst of cold air hit me and I couldn't help but shiver.
I didn't pay much attention at the time, thinking it was due to the change in weather, but then I realized something was wrong. First, the cold air was not brought by the autumn wind, but emanated from my own spine. It divided into two groups, all the way up to the canopy, and the other
All the way down to the spring, it felt like two greasy, cold, and sticky caterpillars crawling in the bone marrow, and the autumn insects around them suddenly stopped screaming.
There are always insects chirping in the grass in autumn, let alone by the river. I started to feel a little creepy.
At this moment, a black stick floated down from the upper reaches of the river.
It is normal to see sticks and tree branches floating on the river, and dead fish and dogs, but this is different from the stick. It does not float flat on the water, but stands upright, almost a foot above the water, and is dangling.
It floated down, and a stream of bubbles came up from the bottom of the stick, as if a person who was proficient in water skills was swimming underneath.
I couldn't help but stare at the stick a few more times.
The stick continued to float downward and floated in front of me, but it swirled and stopped moving.
This is not normal. If it were normal, this section of water would be a flood, otherwise I would not go to the underground cage here again. But today the water is heavy, and my underground cage is equipped with a lead weight, but it will still be washed away by the undercurrent.
It was very far out, and if it hadn't been held by a pull rope, it would have been washed away by the water long ago. And why does this black stick, which was originally very buoyant, no longer float downward? Is it because of the whirlpool?
I looked at the water. The spotlight on the Tikan just illuminated this part of the water. I didn't see any whirlpools, and this kind of whirlpool of flowing water would not last for so long. My spine started to feel numb.
The black stick was still spinning in front of me, and there was still silence all around. I couldn't help but want to step forward and pull out the stick to see what the hell was underneath! But the moment I stretched out my hand,
It suddenly occurred to me that maybe there really is a "ghost" down there! - a water ghost.
According to legend, anyone who accidentally drowns in the water before reaching the end of his life becomes a water ghost. This kind of ghost cannot enter reincarnation, and cannot leave the river where he drowned. The only way to reincarnate is to find a scapegoat, but
The ability of this kind of water ghost is weak and cannot be separated from the river water, so it can only rely on wisdom.
Sometimes they take advantage of people's greed. When someone is walking by the river, he sees money floating in the river, or gold and silver on the bottom of the clear water. Of course, he doesn't want this windfall, so he reaches out to take it.
, but every time it’s just a little bit closer, but I can’t get it from someone.
The psychology is that the less you can get, the more unwilling you will be, especially when you are almost successful, so this person is led into the deep water step by step. When the water ghost can fully exert its power, it will suddenly stretch out from the bottom of the water.
A rotten hand came and pulled the man under the water.
Sometimes water ghosts will take advantage of people's curiosity. Once, a child was sent by his father to borrow a scale from a neighbor's house. The child was naughty and did not take the scale properly after borrowing it. Instead, he used the rope to swing the scale around.
I was there for fun, but when I passed by the river, I accidentally took my hand off and the weight fell into the river.
The child was scared and would be beaten if he lost the weight. But then a miracle happened and the weight floated in the water.
The weight is made of iron, so how can it float in the water? Adults may think about this problem, but children don't think so much. Moreover, the floating weight is very close to the shore, and it seems that they can reach it with just a hand.
So the child leaned down to pick up the weight, but it was always just a little bit short, so the child's body got closer and closer to the water, until he could see a human face under the water and smiled at him.
This child can never go home again.
Water ghost, I met him tonight.
I'm a little scared because I almost fell for it. But this water ghost is still one step short of a trick, and my curiosity is not enough for me to take such a risk. If it uses a hundred-dollar bill tonight, it might really succeed.
The black stick was still spinning in front of me. I looked at the retreat route with the corner of my eye. I don't know when the river rose quietly, and the "trunk road" that was originally about a foot wide was now gone.
It has become a swamp, and the way back has been cut off.
A stream of bubbles came up from the bottom of the stick again, and my body became cold again. It seemed that this guy was having sex with me tonight.
But ghosts are afraid of evil people, and my proof is that I am not afraid of him, and will not be fooled by him, so that I can go home tonight, so I forced myself to calm down and put away the cage with the black stick far away from it.
It was as empty as a wild field. Although the catch tonight was not good, there were always one or two small miscellaneous fish, but this cage didn't even have any aquatic plants or leaves.
I sighed, took one of the buns I bought when I arrived, took a bite and said, "Why bother? I won't be fooled by you anyway, and you can't trap me. Find a substitute elsewhere."
The black stick was swirling and bubbling, but it still wouldn't go away. I threw a leftover bun into the water and said, "They say meat buns beat dogs. I'll give you vegetable buns. You should go now. Hurry up."
Come on, hurry up, don’t delay me from fishing for turtle food.”
The black stick spun two more times, sank a little, and then slowly floated downstream again, about six or seven meters away. A large stream of bubbles emerged from the bottom of the stick, and the stick immediately sank.
It went down, and at the same time I seemed to vaguely hear a long sigh.
A chill rose up from my spine, and then I felt the refreshing feeling of the cool and pleasant autumn wind gently blowing across my skin. The autumn insects that had been silent just now seemed to have learned that the innocent souls were gone, and started to sing together.
.I looked at the retreat route again, and the water receded quietly, just as it began to rise quietly.
Looking at the place where the black stick sank, I said to myself: "He is also a poor guy." Then I pulled up the ground cage and found that the ground dragon was full of big turtles, and there were seven or eight of them two inches long.
There are so many fish, it seems that the fish are back too.
Although the catch had improved, I still had lingering fears. My instinct told me that I had to leave immediately, but my reason told me: I couldn’t leave in a hurry, otherwise “it” would know that I was afraid of it. So I went again
After collecting seven or eight cages, all of them contained large crocodiles. At this time, another
About forty minutes passed, and I felt it was almost done, so I packed up and prepared to leave. When I climbed over the Tikan guardrail, I looked back at the river where the black stick disappeared and said, "You're still here, don't wait.
Well, no one will come to the river at this time."
There was another long sigh, as if in response to me. I jumped off the guardrail. There was a highway under the bicycle lane. Watching the cars passing by, my body warmed up.