Chapter 872: Dreaming

"Is Master Chen sure to enter that fishing village?"

"The old man is still groping, but he said that it seems to involve the law of time, and the probability of being able to enter it is not high."

The law of time?

Zuo Qing's expression suddenly became serious.

Once the law is involved, it means that things have gone beyond the scope of human beings. Even the human ceiling cannot shake the law at all without going to the gods to grasp the law.

And the only king face in Daxia who owns the Time God Ruins is still missing at this moment.

Even if Wang Mian is back, he may not be able to use this law to do anything. The gods that control time and the law of time are completely two levels of existence, not to mention that Wang Mian is only at the peak of "Klein" now , It is simply impossible to break the law of time.

While Zuo Qing was meditating, a night watchman walked over quickly and handed over the document in his hand.

"Commander Zuo, we found it."

"Have you found the intersection between Chen Lu and that fishing village?"

"Well, it was more than 50 years ago that Chen Lu joined the Night Watchman. The age is too long. It is troublesome to find his file, but we still found it."

Commander Zuo took the document and began to read it carefully.

"Chen Lu's hometown is a small fishing village in Ningchang County. Judging from the address he filled out back then, it matches the location of the fishing village this time."

"He came from that fishing village?" Zuo Qing asked in surprise.

"That's right, when the Night Watchmen recruited recruits back then, in order to verify the identities of the recruits, they specially sent someone to visit that fishing village. At that time, nothing unusual was found. There are also some photos and conversation records about that fishing village in the files. "

Zuo Qing pulled out a few old photos from the file, flipped through them one by one, most of them were photos of the young Chen Lu and his father Chen Gou, the two standing on a fishing boat, each carrying a fish , with a bright smile.

"It doesn't seem to be a problem..." Zuo Qing said puzzledly, "That is to say, when Chen Lu entered the night watchman, there was no change in that fishing village?"

"That's right."

"That's right, if there was a problem with that fishing village back then, then Chen Lu couldn't get out of it." Zuo Qing nodded, opened the last photo, and frowned slightly.

Among all the photos, it was the only photo of the three of them together. In addition to the young Chen Lu and the middle-aged Chen Gou, there was also an old man lying on a rocking chair in the photo, holding a ball of cattail fan in his hand. He was looking at the camera reluctantly, with a rigid and serious expression.

"Who is this?" Zuo Qing asked, pointing at the old man.

"It's Chen Lu's grandfather, Chen Yangrong."

Zuo Qing nodded, read all the documents, and fell into deep thought again.

"Chen Lu has seen it at home for so many years?"

"No, he never went back."

"strangeness……"

"What's wrong?"

"If there were no changes in the fishing village when Chen Lu left home, and Chen Lu hadn't been back once in the past fifty years...then how did he know what happened in the fishing village? Why do you think that as long as [Masquerade] and [Night Curtain] enter the fishing village, they will surely die?"

...

fishing village.

The sun shone on the sparkling sea, and the snow-white waves rolled up to the shore, slightly shaking the fishing boats on the shore.

Several fishermen walked out of the village, skillfully prepared the tools for going out to sea, and greeted with a smile while busy:

"Er Zhuzi, are you going to sea today?"

"Yeah, it's a pity not to go out to sea in such good weather."

"That's right, let's try to drive as far as possible today, and try to earn a lot of tickets."

"What? Money is tight recently?"

"It's about the same, isn't my lady about to give birth soon..."

"Oh, congratulations!"

"Hey, old dog, are you still going to sea today?"

Beside the moored fishing boat, Chen Gou was wearing a coarse sackcloth, standing alone in front of the waves, staring at the distant sea in a daze.

Hearing the calls of other fishermen, Chen Gou came back to his senses. After a moment of silence, he still shook his head: "No, you guys go."

The other fishermen looked at each other, seeming to be a little entangled, and finally someone comforted him: "Old Gou...you have to be careful, this is what we do, and no one knows when we will go to sea and not come back. But no matter what, we have to go on with our lives.”

Seeing Chen Gou still standing there staring at the sea in a daze, the other fishermen shook their heads helplessly, and went out to sea together in their fishing boats.

"Uncle Chen."

A voice came from behind Chen Gou.

He turned his head and saw that An Qingyu had walked behind him at some point and smiled at him.

"It's you?" Chen Gou asked in surprise, "Didn't you leave this morning?"

"Anyway, it's still early, and I'm not in a hurry to go back. I haven't seen the fishing village since I grew up, so I want to see more." An Qingyu naturally sat down on the coast next to Chen Gou.

Chen Gou looked at An Qingyu a few times, then nodded slightly, "Looking at your clothes, you really look like a child from a wealthy family in the city. It's normal that you haven't seen fishing in the sea."

"Uncle Chen, they have all gone fishing, why don't you go?"

Chen Gou didn't answer, he took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it in his mouth, took a deep breath, the white smoke escaped along his breath, dissipated in the sea breeze, he stared at the distant On the surface of the sea, slowly open your mouth:

"A few days ago, my father and I went fishing at sea, and the boat capsized when we encountered a storm... I was lucky enough to be caught by other villagers' fishing boats, but my father didn't."

"...sorry." An Qingyu didn't know how to comfort Chen Gou, and finally could only say these two words.

Afterwards, he looked at Chen Gou with some doubts, hesitated for a moment, and asked, "Uncle Chen, your father must be very old, right? At this age, do you still need to go fishing?"

"No, the old man hasn't gone to sea for many years." Chen Gou shook his head, "Didn't I tell you that I have a son who went out to make a living?"

"Um."

"He wrote a letter two days ago, saying that he was going to be a soldier, and that the food in the camp was not very good. When my father heard that he was going to be a soldier, he was very happy, so he wanted to go to sea to catch him. A few big fish were sent to him to improve his food... But who knows, after this trip, he never came back."

An Qingyu fell silent.

"Actually, it's really not a big deal." Chen Gou said vicissitudes, "Going out to fish is a gamble on your life. I have seen countless skilled fishermen die in the sea. We were born in the sea and raised in the sea. The sea, and finally buried in the sea, is also a good destination..."

Chen Gou paused, and continued: "But, this time is different."

"What's the difference?"

"Yeah." Chen Gou said slowly, "The past two days... my father gave me a dream."