After being beaten to death with random sticks: my brothers begged me to forgive me

Chapter 65 The Third Person

"I don't want to abuse needles to harm people."

She jumped out of the water, took a deep breath, and plunged into the water.

There was a ripple above the river.

Han Zhenlian stood on the spot, his body froze, and after a long while, he said softly, "Why?...that is the person who wants to kill you, no matter how much you take revenge, it shouldn't be considered harm."

Jiang Muge couldn't hear what he said, and had already started to dive.

Near the shore, the water of the Lianhe River is also deep.

The darker the river bottom goes, it is easy for people to have the idea of ​​retreating.She's not even alone.Gradually, she didn't even know how she supported herself.

Perhaps it was because, if she really let those two die, she might be even more frightened.

That is the fear of oneself.

Jiang Muge stretched out his arms and continued to grope down.Sometimes, when something soft brushes against her side, she suddenly opens her eyes, and vaguely sees some fish with gleaming scales swimming past.However, it was too dark around, and she quickly closed her eyes again.

For a moment, she began to suspect that she would never find the two killers.The flustered feeling is almost breathless.

Until the hand stretched out in front sank, it finally touched the bottom.

Some thick fabrics can be faintly felt around.

Pulling along the fabric, it gradually touched the person's brow bone, nose bridge, and soft mouth that was slightly opened.

She quickly pulled out her fingers, grabbed the man's arm, and grabbed another person who was next to him one after another.But after such a pull, the two of them suddenly felt a little heavy.

Jiang Muge opened his eyes, and vaguely saw a shadow around him.

There was a third person!
She thought she was dazzled, so she counted and counted.There were indeed three figures.Plus myself is four.Minus yourself is three.

There were three men in black, but one of them had already been picked up by them.

Jiang Muge was alone at the bottom of the lake, almost scared out of his wits.

The waves surged, and the three figures trembled accordingly.

It seemed that they were all still, and it seemed that someone was breathing and moving, but they were using the shadows of the other two to cover themselves up and stare at her.

But she couldn't see faces clearly under the water, and she couldn't remember what the two black-clothed killers looked like.

What they do is easy to make people face blind.

The extra person... is it a human or a ghost?
With such an agitation, Jiang Muge's pent-up breath dissipated faster and faster, gushing out, and sinking to the bottom of the river again.

She held two people by hand, and she didn't have enough strength.

In this way, it will be even more difficult.She had to hurry up and pull people up.

Can't handle that much anymore.

With her eyes closed, she casually picked up a person's skirt, and then pulled it up, slapping her arms and legs desperately.There was an inexplicable jam on the way, as if something was stuck on the person she was dragging in the crevices of the rocks at the bottom of the river.

Then, she kept going up.On the way, I met Han Zhenlian who was diving down from the top of his head.

He motioned her to go up with his hand, and he went down.

The two stared at each other and were about to miss each other, but when the person Jiang Muge dragged passed by Han Zhenlian...

He suddenly stretched out his hand and tugged at the man.

She thought that Han Zhenlian was in some trouble, so she slowed down and looked down.I saw Han Zhenlian raised his head, trying to gesture towards her with his hands.

His gestures were so complicated she could barely understand them.As more and more breath is exhaled, the body seems to be falling again.

There was no other way but to bite the bullet and continue upstream.

But my heart became more and more uncertain.

What did he see?What the hell?
But no matter what it was, the fact that she was about to suffocate to death if she didn't go up was the immediate and definite fact—what the hell, nothing was as important as her own life!
It was only when there was a glimmer of dawn in front of her that she thumped her head out of the water before she had time to pull out the person she was pulling.

As soon as the man's face came out of the water, Jiang Muge was so scared that he almost threw him back.

It's just too scary.

Now she can be sure that this person is definitely not one of the two black-clothed killers.Because his face was so soaked that his face was not clear, and a piece of flesh would fall off his body if he touched it a little.

The man had obviously been dead for a long time.I don't know why it got stuck at the bottom of the water, and it has been sinking without floating up.

No wonder Han Zhenlian made so many gestures at her.

If it was her, and found that Han Zhenlian was swimming up with such a dead body unknowingly, she would have to call out.But underwater, it's crazy gesturing.

Jiang Muge couldn't help laughing wryly, he dragged the corpse to the shore, and climbed up first.

After she struggled to drag, drag, and carry the corpse, and finally landed, Han Zhenlian had already pulled the other two black-clothed killers to the surface.

As soon as Han Zhenlian had time to catch his breath, he yelled at her: "That's a dead person!"

"I see." She stretched out her hand weakly, trying to pull him, but Han Zhenlian avoided him with a look of disgust, "Okay, okay, come up by yourself."

After everyone came up, Han Zhenlian cleared his throat: "I don't dislike you, but why did you bring the corpse up?"

"……I do not know either."

"You're a girl, aren't you afraid?"

"I've seen a lot, it's okay." She looked at the corpse.

This is not seen do not know.

Suddenly, Jiang Muge almost scrambled and sat back, looking as if he was still in shock.

Seeing this, Han Zhenlian heaved a sigh of relief: "That's right. So you're just belatedly aware. Well, let's take a rest, we have to gather our energy and find a way out."

But she still didn't say a word, staring at the corpse.

Even though the corpse was motionless, Jiang Muge seemed to see a scourge, his eyes were full of vigilance and shock.

"What's wrong with you?" Han Zhenlian frowned.

She shook her head, as if waking up from a dream, and said softly: "Look at the color of this corpse... Compared with ordinary people, is there something wrong?"

Suspicion arose in Han Zhenlian's heart, he stepped forward and examined it carefully.

The corpse was of medium build, swollen all over, and was dressed in a tattered green sackcloth, just like an ordinary farmer's attire.If there is any difference in the color, it is just that the lips are gray and purple, and the color of the body is also slightly whiter than ordinary people.

He told the truth, but Jiang Muge shook his head: "It's normal for drowned corpses to swell and turn white. But it's not only this white."

"'Only'? Then how white are you?"

"Not enough, anyway, he's a little... yellow."

Han Zhenlian took a closer look, and some of the unswollen skin was indeed much yellower than the surrounding ones.But basically invisible.

"Jaundice," she said slowly, with a trembling voice, "Symptoms such as 'typhoid fever for seven or eight days, body yellow like orange' are jaundice. The eyeballs and nail beds on his body were bitten off by fish and shrimp. I can't judge it accurately...but this color is really special..."

"So what? What are you afraid of?"

(End of this chapter)