Chapter 47 The Dying Man
Isn't it so unlucky that something unexpected happened when I first arrived?
An ominous premonition came to mind, and the dark cloud enveloped me like a shadow.
Without the sunshine, the green river water turned into black and gray. The surrounding mountains separated the reservoir from the outside world. The dense trees were dark and silent, and the environment suddenly became gloomy.
The group of men and women on the outing were still laughing and joking, not paying attention to the change in the weather.
Some of them noticed my arrival and looked at me curiously. One woman among them even waved to me enthusiastically, as if she regarded me as a fishing friend.
I nodded to them without any intention of dating, put on my hiking bag, and stepped onto the steps leading to the dam.
The dam is about sixty meters high and made of stone. No one has set foot on it for a long time. The stone surface is covered with slippery green moss. It is difficult to walk up there with bare hands, not to mention that I have to carry a heavy hiking bag. .
However, after undergoing marrow cleansing and menstruation cutting, my physical fitness is much stronger than before. After climbing up the dam, I put down my backpack and rested for two minutes, and my sore legs were relieved.
Wiping the sweat off my forehead, I stood at the dam and looked downriver. Although I could have a panoramic view of the lake, the height of 60 meters was still frightening.
There is an iron bridge in the middle of the dam. The bridge deck is hollow, and even the faint of heart may not dare to walk across it.
On both sides of the iron bridge, there are two red pavilions, which should be used by tourists to enjoy the scenery.
After looking around twice, I found a very strange place. All the facilities here are mainly in red. The red pavilion and red railings are very strange among the green mountains and green waters.
Although the reservoir has been closed, the water is still very deep, and the gray water level stops below the 40-meter mark of the dam.
Standing in the pavilion, holding on to the mottled red railings, looking at the bottomless water, I frowned.
Generally speaking, people can dive up to ten meters deep without any professional equipment. The further down you go, the greater the load on your body, and people who have not done professional training simply cannot bear it.
For someone like me who only knows how to paddle dogs, diving more than thirty meters makes my calves tremble just thinking about it. Not to mention, I had to fish out a dead man's skeleton inside.
This is simply an impossible task.
I looked up at the sky. Instead of dispersing, the dark clouds were gathering more and more.
The air became dull and there were signs of heavy rain coming.
This live broadcast is much more difficult than before.
With a wry smile, I took out a cigarette, lit it, and sat down by the pavilion to collect my thoughts.
The mission of this live broadcast is to fish out the corpse of the real bride from the reservoir before dawn.
The legend of the Bride's Pond originated from ancient times. The bones of the brides who drowned in it were probably corrupted long ago. Therefore, the brides in this mission definitely do not refer to those who were in the Bride's Pond, but those who drowned in the reservoir after it was established.
But even so, with so many people drowned in the reservoir, how can you tell which one of them is the bride?
clothing?
The bride wears a wedding dress, whether it is a wedding dress or a Chinese wedding dress, which is definitely different from what ordinary people wear.
I hope her wedding dress is of good enough quality and hasn't rotted after being soaked in water for three years.
The entire reservoir is like a pool of stagnant water without any waves. The reflection of the dark cloudy sky makes the water even more bottomless.
There seems to be an endless abyss hidden in the water. Once you fall down, you will never be able to climb back up.
Leaning on the mottled red railing of the pavilion and looking down, my shadow was reflected on the water, which was a blurry face.
If you stare at the water for a long time, you will have a terrifying illusion, and you can't help but want to get closer to see if that face belongs to you.
Pain suddenly came from the fingertips, and the cigarette butt dropped to the water, causing ripples and shattering the blurry face.
I suddenly came to my senses and found that half of my body was leaning out of the railing, with one hand reaching out to the water. If I went a little lower, I would fall completely.
A layer of cold sweat suddenly formed on my back. I quickly grabbed the railing and retracted my body, stepping back step by step.
Until I was far away from the water, my heart was still beating uneasily and I didn't dare to look at the water again.
Then, he quickly dragged the heavy mountaineering bag into the pavilion, preparing to take out the equipment inside and arm himself first.
To avoid accidentally falling into the water, the live broadcast has already started.
As soon as I opened my backpack, a gust of cold rain drifted into the pavilion along with the cool breeze.
I looked up at the sky, feeling extremely melancholy.
Sure enough, it still rained.
The sky is getting darker and darker, and layers of dark clouds are pressing down towards the valley.
The wind was getting stronger and stronger, the water surface was rippled, and something seemed to be surging at the bottom of the black water.
The uneasiness in my heart expanded instantly.
I seized the time, put on the safety rope before the heavy rain came, and tied the other end of the rope firmly to the railing of the iron bridge.
Crash--
The rain is getting heavier.
The five men downstream gave up fishing and barbecue, climbed up the dam and ran towards the pavilion.
The clothes all over the body were soaked by the rain, and everyone was as embarrassed as a drowned rat.
"It's all your fault. I told you it was going to rain a long time ago, but you still didn't believe it. Now it's gone. My clothes are all wet!"
"That's right, I should go back to the car as soon as it rains. I don't know why I have to climb up."
The makeup was soaked and the soaked clothes clung to their bodies, revealing their uneven curves. The two women looked miserable and kept complaining.
"I never knew it would rain so hard. I originally thought I could go swimming in the lake in the misty rain. How romantic it would be."
"You're so romantic!"
"Forget it, let's go back when the rain subsides. It's a pity that I haven't had a bite of those barbecues yet."
"This brother had the foresight to hide in the pavilion when he saw that the weather was about to change."
The men were optimistic. While they were receiving the woman's fist, they squeezed the water from their clothes and nodded to me.
I smiled politely at them and glanced at their water-stained faces. I didn't know if it was because they were cold in the rain, but each of their faces looked very pale.
It's the kind of gray that only the dead have, which gives people a weird feeling.
"Brother, you don't look like you're here for fishing. Hey, if I'm not mistaken, these are diving equipment. Are you here for swimming?" The little one with a short head among the five people came over and looked at him. I took a second look in my backpack and was surprised.
Others were attracted by his words and looked over.
"Brother, you have the guts to come swim in this reservoir! I admire you!" Another man in a floral shirt with pink hair and oily face raised his thumb to me.
"That's right." I replied perfunctorily. When they got closer, I smelled a rotten smell, and the weird feeling became even stronger.
After thinking about it, I recited the mantra silently in my heart.
Eyes of Heaven, open!
I was shocked.
These five people all had dark faces, which was a sign of death!