Hospital No. 444

"Solid Stone, come on, I can trust you."

Uncle Li handed a big bow and an arrow to Hai Jianshi and said, "On our island, in terms of archery skills, if you say second place, no one will dare to say first place."

"Okay, I get it."

Hai Jianshi took the bow and arrow, then bent the bow and nocked the arrow.

At this time, a large group of people gathered around to watch the routine burial ceremony at sea on the island.

Archery is also a technical job.

If it misses, the hovercraft will gradually float farther and farther away, and in the end it will be directly out of range. If it were shot, if it hit the body instead, it would be as embarrassing as possible, and it would be undignified to leave.

Because of this, people who are engaged in the funeral industry on the island must have first-class archery skills. If Hai Jianshi does not come back in time, then this job will definitely be left to Ji Danyang, the marksman. But with Hai Jianshi around, Uncle Li trusts him even more.

Hai Jianshi couldn't help but glance at his brother-in-law Ji Danyang behind him, who smiled and said, "It's okay, Jianshi, come on."

"Okay, then I'll show my shame."

So, Hai Jianshi took the bow and arrow, then fully drew the bow and pointed it at the hovercraft that was drifting away.

Then... the arrow shot out quickly, drawing a parabola and accurately hitting the boat.

When this kind of hovercraft is designed, the buoyancy of the outer wall is relatively weak and there is no propeller. Therefore, once the air leaks, the body will quickly sink into the sea.

Seeing the body of Grandma Li falling into the sea, Hai Han couldn't help but sigh, then turned around and prepared to leave.

"Huh?" Haiyin didn't expect his brother to leave immediately, so he quickly grabbed him and said, "Don't leave. We will have dinner together later."

"I can not eat."

Hai Han broke away from Hai Yin's hand and left quickly.

He just wants to find someone now.

Haihan made his way along the island's coastline, staying as far away from the beach as possible.

This sea always gave him lingering fear.

Now, did Grandma Li's body fall directly into the sea? The tide has been relatively calm these days, so her body should not be swept far away.

Finally, Haihan came to a small house.

The door of the wooden house opened, and a young man walked out.

"Haihan!"

"Um...Hello..."

The young man walked up to Haihan and said, "I just made some noodles. Not long after I finished making them, I saw you at the window. Do you want to try them?"

"Okay, okay."

Haihan was very reserved in front of the young man.

When entering the wooden house, Haihan felt very warm, and the fire in the fireplace in front of him was very strong.

"So warm."

"In this season, there is nothing better than eating a bowl of steaming noodles." The boy seemed to know in advance that Haihan would come. He ordered a large pot of noodles. He picked up a spoon and started serving Haihan noodles.

"Come and try my handiwork. It's definitely better than your mother's."

"Okay, okay."

Although he said so, Hai Han did not eat it immediately after taking the noodles, but said: "Grandma Li..."

"I understand." The young man sighed and said, "But there is nothing we can do about it. Birth, old age, illness and death are the laws of life."

"Uncle Li said that he doesn't want to live anymore. He wants to go to accompany Grandma Li next year. He also said..."

"Did he really say that?"

"He also told my uncle that he would be responsible for his funeral."

"This kid..." The young man thought for a while and said to Hai Han, "You didn't tell your parents about me, right?"

"No, no. They don't know yet that I already know the secrets of the island."

After a while, he suddenly asked a question: "Well, you... no, you... don't plan to tell my parents..."

"Let it go. I don't think there is any need to tell them. The only people who know about this matter are you, your uncle and me on the island. If you hadn't heard the conversation between your uncle and me, I wouldn't have planned to tell you. of."

Haihan picked up the chopsticks and started drinking the soup.

"Your habits are the same as your uncle's when he was a kid." The young man looked at Haihan in front of him and said, "You... you really look like your uncle in every way."

"My mother often says that too." After Hai Han drank the soup, he took a few more bites of noodles and said, "This noodles... is so fresh!"

"Is it very fresh? I put some mushrooms in it for seasoning." After the boy said this, he rubbed Haihan's head and said, "I'll make you a bowl on your birthday too."

"okay, I get it."

Haihan felt that the soup was really fresh and asked, "This soup is really fresh."

"This is originally a soup base made of fish soup. I've been cooking it all morning, and the umami flavor of the fish has basically gone into the soup."

"No wonder. The fish soup cooked by my mother is not that delicious."

"When your mother was a child, she often liked to follow other fishermen, saying she wanted to go to sea when she grew up. I scolded her and told children not to think about these things all the time. In fact, I think fishing is really too hard. . There was a fisherman who was stabbed on his hand by a shrimp but did not pay attention to it. As a result, he was infected with parasites and almost had his leg amputated. "

"Is it so serious?" Hai Han was shocked.

"Oh, yes."

The young man continued: "Your mother was running around like a boy at that time. She had no interest in the things that girls are usually interested in. At that time, she could only talk to that kid Leng Mu."

Leng Mu?

Haihan was stunned when he heard the name.

He would often hear his parents mention this person's name. She used to be his mother's good friend, but she disappeared many years ago. To this day, their whereabouts are unknown.

"Mom still feels very sad when she mentions Aunt Leng." Hai Han sighed and said, "I heard from mom that Aunt Leng is a genius in painting. However, she always draws some weird and scary things. drawings, so no one around her would play with her since she was a child.”

"Well, yes. At that time, your mother often brought her, a good friend, to play at home. I was quite happy at that time. She finally had a friend of the same age."

Seeing the young man in front of him who looked much younger than himself, probably in his early ten years at most, saying such words, Hai Han had a rather strange feeling.

"I heard that Aunt Leng later taught mom how to draw?"

"Yes, your mother's temperament allows her to sit quietly and draw, which I find very strange. She turned out to be just..."

"Mom also said to me..."

"say what?"

"I once said that I wanted to see the paintings she and Aunt Leng painted, but she wouldn't let me. She said that the things Leng Mu taught her to paint were very scary."

"Hmm..." The young man seemed to be immersed in memories at this time and said, "I seem to remember... but it has been too long and I can't remember clearly."

Hearing such absurd words, Hai Han actually nodded and said, "The more she said that, the more curious I became. In the end, she could only tell me that what they painted was the sea monster the crew said. I didn't believe it at all at the time. How old are you to scare me with sea monsters?”

"haha, really?"

Haihan suddenly asked such a question.

"Grandpa...when you died and fell into the sea, did you encounter...the sea monster?"