My House of Horrors

“Hair? ”

Why is the line full of hair?

Fishing man has been fishing for more than a decade, and this is also the first time he has encountered this situation, when his mind is completely stubborn, his eyes are subconsciously staring at the line, he wants to determine whether it is hair or aquatic grass.

Fishing lights slowly sink, and as the light moves down, the fishing man sees a dark shadow rising.

It's not very clear, you can only safely see an approximate outline, no fins, no tails, but it seems to have limbs.

“People?”

When there was only one thought left in his head, the hull was struck again, and the man panicked completely, and he took out the knife he was carrying and cut the line, and he went mad and drew towards the shore.

“Pull me back! Come on!”

He was desperate to paddle the boat, but the hull was still intact, and the smelly brunettes climbed onto the hull.

“What the hell is this?! ”

Not only was the boat not approaching the shore, it was even pulled towards the reservoir centre.

When the man glanced red, he grabbed the bucket next to him, carefully formulated the special bait inside, spilled it far away, and finally threw it out with the bucket.

No one knew what his bait was made of, but strangely, when it was thrown out, the dark hair on the hull scattered quietly, and that shadow moved quickly towards where it was thrown.

“Saved? ”

The man grabbed the oar and was about to paddle ashore, and as he turned around, he saw a horrible scene that he would never forget.

At the bottom of the reservoir, something like black aquatic grass floats under the water and swarms the lures thrown at him.

“This, so many...”

His hands and feet were cold, his body trembled, and the man never dared turn back, grabbing the paddle with his hands and paddling towards the shore.

“Help me, help me! ”

Underwater objects were attracted to the bait formulated by the fishing man, temporarily letting him go, and taking advantage of this opportunity, the man escaped from poverty.

He risked his life to paddle the boat back to shore and climbed ashore with his rolling belt.

Undetermined, the fishing man was in a cold sweat, sitting far from the riverbank, gasping heavily.

“Did you see the Fish King?” Zhang Dapo was shocked by the reaction of the man and hurried to the fishing man.

A man waves his hands wildly, his lips are purple, and shaky means he can't say a complete word.

“Come on, what do you see? When you first arrived on the boat, you said you had a harpoon and saw the king catch it. Why now? ”

“Without the Fish King, it wasn't the Fish King who was under the water!” The fisherman's voice was intermittent and his breath was stirred.

“Not the Fish King? What's that?”

“Man! It's man!” Fishing men scream wildly and are emotionally unstable.

While he was communicating with Zhang Dapo, Chen Gong turned on the light on his phone and directed it towards the boat.

The special night light floats around the corner of the boat, this fish floats much bigger than the fish on the market, and Chen Song takes a few more steps forward with curiosity.

He saw some black hair and stuff on the stern.

Chen Guo had a lot of nerve, something had just happened in the reservoir, and he still dared to stand by the water.

Looking at the dark waters, no one knows if there are any weird monsters hiding down there.

His pupils narrowed, Chan Gong reached into the cold water and grabbed the hemp rope.

He dragged the boat to the shore and secured it to the pile.

After doing all this, he found that the fisherman's mood had not stabilized and Zhang Dapo had not noticed him.

“It's an opportunity. ”

Chen Guo pressed the repeater switch and jumped onto the boat.

Shaking body, Chan Song still doesn't fit well.

He picked up the nocturnal float in the corner, which was no different from the float on the market, just bigger and more noticeable: “It felt slippery with a layer of oil on the surface and a seam in the middle that seemed to be detachable. ”

With his hands hard, Chan Song twisted the night light away and a faint odor emerged.

The scene in front of him was unexpected, and the fish was floating with a pinky finger.

The wound has clotted, no dead spots, and it is difficult to tell when it was cut off.

“With his fingers stuffed in a fish float, what was he made of?” Chen Jingyin understood why “Fish King” would only bite this man's hook, and his bait was really special.

Picking up the rag on the boat, Chen Gong wiped the fish off his fingerprints and put it back in place.

Then he jumped ashore, as if nothing had happened, and walked toward the fishing man with a hint of disgust.

As he walked, the expression on Chen's face was also slowly changing, and by the time he was around the man, he had returned to normal.

The fishing man was so scared, he grabbed Zhang Dapo's arm tightly and said incessantly: “Man! Like aquatic plants, one by one! ”

“Take him to the hospital. He probably has a brain problem.” Fishing men exhibit the same symptoms as those who enter their haunted houses unwillingly, and Chan Sing gives his own treatment after a casual glance.

“Okay.” Zhang Dapo lifted up the fisherman and pushed him away: “I'm not lying to you! That's not a fish king! It's a person!”

“Has the Fish King become a fine man?” Zhang Dapo smiled bitterly: “Calm down and go to the hospital first. ”

“To what hospital? I'm not sick!” The man pushed the slope again, as if he suddenly remembered something, rushed to the water and jumped onto the boat with a few hesitations.

“What are you still doing there?” Zhang Dapo worried about the man's accident and chased him.

But by then, the fisherman had returned to shore, and he floated that special night light into his pocket.

“Since when do you care about your fish? Does man matter or fish matter? ”

The fishing man missed Zhang Dapo, and after retrieving the fish float, he ran towards the outside of the reservoir, no matter how Zhang Dapo called the man back.

“No more fishing rods? Hasn't this rod been worth a fortune? ”

“Probably because there's some kind of secret hidden in the fish float.” Chen Guo told Zhang Dapo to stay away from the water: “Dude, do you know what that guy's name is and where he lives? ”

“What do you want from him? ”

“I am also a fishing enthusiast and would like to exchange and learn from him and return the rod. ”

“His name is Yu Qing, he has a strange temper. After divorce from his wife, a person lives in the eastern suburbs. I don't know the exact location, I just know that it is not far from the reservoir. ”

After hearing important information, Chen Guo picked up the fishing rod on the boat and chased it directly.

Zhang Dapo watched Chen Song slowly disappear into the night, scratching his head: “This man feels strange too, is he just trying to find an excuse to steal the fishing rod? I'm not being deceived, am I? ”

Chen Gong is physically fit and keeps a distance behind the fishing man with a fishing rod.

He suspected that there was a homicide on the man's back, which needed to be clarified, and he wondered what the man saw in the reservoir.