kingnovel Chapter 757: Dreams to Uncover the Mystery of the Fishing Village
Chapter 757: Dreams to Uncover the Mystery of the Fishing Village
A few rays of dim daylight leaked in through the blinds of the office on the top floor of the Demon Suppression Bureau headquarters, and Zuo Qing's knuckles turned white as he gripped the file bag.
On the mahogany table in front of him lay a coded document, the top page of which was stamped with the vermilion seal of the "Night Watch Special Operations Group"—that was half an hour ago.
Just as Chen Lu left the office, he asked the night watchman to urgently review the information.
"The law of time?" Zuo Qing repeated Chen Lu's words in a low voice, his pen tapping rapidly on the table.
The surveillance footage of Master Chen suddenly appearing in the fishing village last night was still flashing in his mind: the old man clearly appeared out of nowhere at the entrance of the fishing village at three in the morning.
However, all timelines showed that no ship had docked in that sea area three hours ago.
But Chen Lu just asserted that "the probability of involving the law of time is less than 5%".
The night watchman who always said "everything has a cause and effect" was so sure at this moment that Zuo Qing felt a tightness on the back of his neck.
The papers in the file bag made a crisp sound.
Zuo Qing pulled out Chen Lu's resume, and the four words "Miaoliang Fishing Village" in the yellowed hometown column made his pupils shrink slightly.
He remembered how indifferent Chen Lu's tone was when he first asked him about the fishing village three days ago, "I've heard a little bit about it."
But who would have thought that this night watchman who grew up in steel and concrete would have his roots in the land shrouded in sea fog.
"The 1998 Miaoliang fishing village tsunami records... showed no abnormalities."
Zuo Qing turned to the weather report in the appendix and pressed his fingertips heavily on the conclusion that "no one is missing".
Chen Lu is 37 years old this year. Nineteen years ago, the tsunami that should have destroyed everything...
Official records show it was just "ordinary typhoon-induced waves."
But three days ago, when Chen Lu described the brick carvings of the fishing village ancestral hall,
Even the third stone lion on the eaves was missing half an eyeball, and he remembered it exactly—
That was clearly a detail that only people who had lived in the village for more than ten years would notice.
“Knock knock.”
Zuo Qing looked up suddenly, the office door was ajar.
The young night watchman who had just delivered the file was leaning in halfway. "Commander Zuo, there's news from An Qingyu."
"I met a fisherman named Chen Gou at the fishing village pier. It might be related to the recent dream incident."
"A dream?" Zuo Qing's pen slammed down on the table.
He stared at the rolling clouds outside the window and suddenly remembered the civilian report he received this morning:
In the past seven days, seven fishermen from Miaoliang Fishing Village claimed that the deceased had appeared in their dreams, and the content all pointed to "Don't believe the sea horizon."
At the case analysis meeting last night, Chen Lu used these five words to summarize the abnormality of the fishing village.
An Qingyu was squatting under the old locust tree at the fishing village pier when the salty and humid sea breeze, carrying the fishy smell, blew into his collar.
He looked at Chen Gou squatting on the stone pier. The soles of his bare feet were stained with fish scales, and his faded blue shirt was blown up by the wind.
The faded red rope tied around his waist was exposed - exactly the same as the first three fishermen he visited this morning.
"My father passed away on the third day of last month." Chen Gou suddenly spoke, his voice like a shell polished by sandpaper.
He picked at the oyster shells on the stone pier, and the broken pieces fell onto his faded rubber shoes.
"That day, he insisted that my daughter had a cough and needed fish soup, so before dawn he rowed his sampan to the deep water to cast his nets."
An Qingyu's Adam's apple moved.
He took out the mint candy from his pocket and put it back - city kids always think it's a comfort to give candy to sad people.
But at this moment, looking at the red corners of Chen Gou's eyes, he suddenly felt that this action was like a stone prickling him.
"The horizon suddenly rose."
Chen Gou dug his nails into the cracks in the stone, his knuckles turning white.
"I could see clearly from the shore that the waves were as high as a three-story building, and they were hitting the sampan like a leaf..."
He suddenly laughed, and his shoulders shook.
"When they fished out the body, my father was holding an aluminum lunch box in his arms. The fish soup inside had frozen into ice."
An Qingyu's fingers twisted the cuffs of his sleeves unconsciously.
He recalled the look in Lin Qiye's eyes last night when he said he was "behaving strangely."
Thinking back to the sudden headache I had just had outside the ancestral hall—
Those fragments of memory that did not belong to him began to surge in his temples again.
He opened his mouth, but only uttered "My condolences," a word that even he found ridiculously empty.
"But my father came to me in a dream the night before last." Chen Gou suddenly looked up, the swaying shadows of the trees reflected in his cloudy eyes.
He reached out and grabbed An Qingyu's wrist with surprising strength. "He said he didn't follow the Sea Dragon King. He said..."
"What did you say?" An Qingyu leaned forward subconsciously, and his trouser legs rubbed against the oyster shells on the stone pier, causing fine scratches and pain.
Chen Gou's hand suddenly loosened.
He looked at the sea in the distance, dyed blood red by the setting sun, and his Adam's apple moved: "He said that there are some things that can only be said after the man in the black windbreaker arrives."
An Qingyu's breathing suddenly stopped.
He thought of the black windbreaker that Lin Qiye always wore, and the two figures he had just glimpsed at the entrance of Miaoliang Village.
One was as tall as a pine tree, and the other walked briskly along the bluestone road towards the pier.
"An Qingyu!"
A familiar voice mixed with the sea breeze hit my ears.
An Qingyu turned around suddenly and met Lin Qiye's eyes, which were as deep as a pool.
Behind the latter, Wu Hen was shaking the dogtail grass he had picked from the roadside, his smile showing his usual indifference.
But An Qingyu saw Lin Qiye's right hand lightly pressing on his waist - where the demon-subduing nail specially made by the Night Squad was pinned.
Chen Gou suddenly stood up.
He patted the oyster shell residue on his trouser legs, turned and walked towards the village, his back shrinking into a blurry dot in the twilight.
When he reached the alley entrance, he suddenly turned around, his voice shattered by the wind: "The man in the black windbreaker...is coming."
An Qingyu felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up.
He looked at Lin Qiye's figure getting closer and closer, and those memories that did not belong to him began to surge again -
There was blood and fire, and a hoarse voice whispered in his ear: "Lin Qiye is here, and everything is over."
On the top floor of the Demon Suppression Bureau, Zuo Qing was locking Chen Lu's file in a safe.
He looked out the window at the setting sun, his fingers unconsciously stroking the edge of the file bag—
There was a stain of ink there that had been blurred by tea. Upon closer inspection, it looked like a faded red coral.