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Here are the sky and the earth are open and there are few people. Why is there always a fisherman?

Where did he come from? Is he really fishing? Why did the tragic disaster of car crashing and people not far away? He didn't even look back?

The reporter wanted to climb down, approach the fisherman and look at his face. After wandering around for a long time, he finally found a gentle slope and walked towards him gently.

That person remained motionless.

As he walked, the reporter's pace became slower and slower. He suddenly suspected that this person was not a living person, but just a dead body, and he didn't know who was put on fishing...

Just as he thought of this, he saw the man move, and it seemed that a fish was caught. He wanted to lift the fishing rod, but the fish seemed to run away again. The man sat down again and continued to wait.

The reporter was scared and finally stopped. He glanced at the big truck that had just fallen into the valley, then turned around and walked away quickly. He walked towards the melon shed, which was the direction of Jiamu City, the direction of the normal world, and looked back while walking. The fisherman seemed to have no idea of ​​his existence. He was focused and only caring about the fish in the water.

The reporter kept walking forward and never saw the melon shed. He knew that the newspaper staff could not contact him for two days and would definitely send someone to search for him. Thinking of this, there would be hope in his heart.

However, until the sun was west, the reporter did not see any vehicles or pedestrians. He could only walk back to Jiamu City with his two feet. It would be estimated that the 80-kilometer road would have to walk for a night no matter how fast it was.

Just as the sky became darker and darker, the reporter was completely desperate because he saw the lake and the fisherman again! There was only one highway, and he walked along it in the direction of Jiamu City. How could he turn back?

At this time, the reporter felt the danger here and it would not let him leave so easily.

The reporter felt dizzy, and he stopped and squatted down on the grass.

He didn't want to leave anymore, so he decided to stay here to observe, see when the fisherman left, and see where he went. From another perspective, he lost confidence in his running.

It was dark and the moon rose. The reporter squatted in the grass and kept monitoring the fishing person not far away. The wilderness and wilderness were dark, and this person was still fishing alone!

This situation is too abnormal!

The reporter suddenly thought, did he not leave last night?

The mosquitoes quickly smelled the reporter's flesh and blood and besieged from all directions. The reporter applied all the remaining whipped oil essence on their bodies, but they were still not responsible. The mosquitoes went crazy. He observed the fishing man, but he did not move, did not drive away the mosquitoes, nor did he slapped the mosquitoes. Could it be that the mosquitoes would bite him?

If he had flesh and blood, how could the mosquitoes not bite him? Thinking of this, the reporter's whole body became cold.

The fisherman never left, but he did not act abnormally, staring at the lake with concentration and waiting patiently for the fish to take the bait. If after dark, he slowly turned his head and observed sneakily, finally confirmed that there was no one around, then stood up, went to jail, robbed the tomb, and dig treasures... Then there was nothing more. In this special place, at this special time, the more normal he was, the more abnormal he was.

A large truck working overtime came from outside the mountain. The reporter looked up at the highway and found that the truck was like a drug, and the accelerator was stepped to the bottom, and the speed was very fast.

The reporter suddenly had an ominous premonition. For some reason, he couldn't help but look back and looked at the fishing person vigilantly. The other party was still looking at the lake leisurely, as if nothing had to do with him.

The reporter quickly looked up and looked at the opposite side of the big truck. Thankfully, it was too late and there were no vehicles on the opposite side. However, under the light of the big truck, the reporter saw a mountain man. He was riding a bulky bicycle with two boxes hanging behind him, full of unknown what was loaded, and rode forward crookedly. The lights were so dazzling that he slowed down the speed, holding the handlebar with one hand and blocking his eyes with the other. When the big truck drove by him, it seemed to shave his box. He was suddenly rolled under the wheels. The reporter didn't hear his screams, but only heard the sound of the big truck crushing the bicycle or bones. Crack, Crack, Crack...

The reporter suddenly turned around again in a daze, looked at the fishing man, and only saw his statue-like back.

The big truck drove out dozens of meters and stopped, but the engine did not turn off. The driver jumped out of the car, walked back a few steps before stopping. He watched for a while, hesitated for a few seconds, and then quickly returned to the car to escape. The extremely weak reporter was furious and he stumbled onto the highway. At this time, the big truck was gone.

The reporter glanced at the mountain man from a distance and was no longer a human form, with blood all over the ground, dark under the moonlight.

This is the third car accident he witnessed.

He turned his eyes to the fisherman at the bottom of the valley again, and suddenly realized that everything was related to this strange back! Otherwise, why did all the car accidents happen near him? Why didn't he look back once?

The reporter stared at this vague back and suddenly thought of a question - he is fishing! What!

The reporter suddenly became bolder, or he was going to break the can and threw it. He slowly walked off the road and approached the fisherman step by step. Without any weapons, he picked up a hollow brick at the scene of the first car accident and put it in his hand. He felt that the weight was not enough, so he took out the camera from his bag and grabbed it tightly. If there was a fight, he would smash the camera worth tens of thousands of yuan on the other party's head.

He was getting closer and closer to the fisherman, and in the end he was only a few dozen meters left.

At this distance, the fisherman must have heard his footsteps, but he never looked back.

The reporter coughed, but the other party still did not respond. The reporter felt fear again. He dared not think about what kind of face he would see if the fisherman turned his head slowly.

Finally, the reporter stopped. At this time, he was less than ten meters away from the fisherman. The other party was wearing a big straw hat and covering his head tightly. His fishing rod was very long and almost reached the center of the lake. Occasionally, fish were beating in the water, and the sound of flapping sounds.

The reporter called out softly: "Master."

The other party didn't speak.

The reporter thought for a while and said, "Master, do you have many fish?"

The other party finally spoke, and the sound was an old man: "Not much, I've only caught 4 in two days."

The reporter suddenly realized that there were three car accidents in the past two days, and a total of four people died... His head rumbling and he looked at the other party's fish basket. It was empty inside and there was no fish.

He asked tentatively again: "Where are the fish you caught?"

The fisherman said, "Everyone is here."

The reporter asked sensitively: "Where are they?"

The fisherman didn't say anything, but pointed at a distance. The reporter followed his gesture and looked at the sand on the shore. There seemed to be several narrow wooden boards standing on the sand, but no fish were seen. He walked carefully from behind the fisherman and looked closer. He saw that there were no fish at all. There were only 4 wooden boards, which were straight and straight on the sand. It was the tablet of the deceased!

This person is a wizard!

The reporter turned around suddenly and stared at the fishing person.

A car drove over from the winding mountain road. In the quiet night, the engine sounded loudly. At the same time, the fishing rod shook violently. There was no doubt that the fish was biting the hook. The fisherman gently grabbed the fishing rod and whispered excitedly: "Come here!"

The reporter rushed over and shouted: "Let it go!"

The fishing rod stopped shaking. It seemed that the fish in the water were frightened and ran away. At this time, the sound of tires and asphalt roads rubbing on the highway, which was very harsh. The reporter looked up and saw that the truck turned around and rushed to the edge of the road. Fortunately, it stopped the car in time, returned to the main road, and continued to drive forward.

The reporter knew that he was about to suffer a disaster.

Sure enough, the fisherman spoke in a very gloomy tone: "You scared my fish away."

The reporter looked at his back and didn't know what to say. He believed that his shout just now saved his life.

The fisherman slowly turned his head and said, "You scared my fish away."

The blood in the reporter's body solidified, and he stared at the other person's face without saying a word. When the person's face was completely presented to the reporter, the reporter took a breath of air conditioning - he was the old man who sent him in the melon shed.

The old man was laughing. This expression was too inconsistent with his tone and looked creepy. The reporter thought that there might be something wrong with his muscles on his face and he always looked like he was smiling. However, this smile was pathological, stiff, and false.

The reporter stammered: "It's you..."

Old man: "Is it strange?"

Reporter: "Aren't you in the melon shed?"

Old man: "Sowing melons is my side job, and fishing is my main job. You have seen it, but I am actually fishing for people."

The reporter shivered: "Catch people?"

The old man: "I fish for people's souls. Whoever I catch will die suddenly." Speaking of this, the old man stopped smiling and looked like a god of death.

Reporter: "You have caught those people who died in a car accident?"
Chapter completed!