Outside the city of Ayrland, in the south of the Wigan River, Roy squatted on a raised boulder, rubbing pebbles in his palms, his eyes swept across the shimmering river surface, sweeping towards the lush green bamboo forest on the other side of the river, facing the river breeze.

The Wigan River flows southward through the swamp and into the Ismine River. To the northward, it passes through the Temple of Meritelli and into the tributary of the Pontal River. The entire river is less than twenty years old because there are a large number of plankton, aquatic plants, and algae plants growing in the river. The river surface looks green in the sun and has low visibility.

"How is it, little brother?" Old Huck, who was dressed in a gray casual outfit, shook his hand holding a simple fishing rod, and asked nervously, "Have you found any special clues?"

"What's the hurry? I've just arrived for a quarter of an hour? Where is that easy?" The boy clapped his hands, stood up and looked around, "Confirm again, in the past, Basher fished on this stone?"

"That's right..." Old Hack nodded and responded, "I've been with him many times, but I haven't seen him change places. Basher is an honest and dull child, and he has no fun. Once he recognizes something, he will basically not change in the middle."

"Then 'Emti' was also found on the stone?"

"Yes..." Old Hack inserted the fishing rod into a sunken hole under the boulder. This was a very labor-saving fishing spot. "The fishing rod was stuck in this place at that time."

Roy could imagine the artistic conception of putting his hands behind his head, lying on the huge rock, blowing the river breeze, and fishing leisurely.

"Then let's search the river bank here first..."

"But yesterday I had already searched the river bank with a few old guys and found nothing!" Old Hack shook his head and said, "It would be useless to search!"

"If you want to find your son, listen to me again," Roy pondered, "Remember, bring it to me immediately if you find anything similar to fish scales!"

"Fish scales?" Old Hack wondered, "Master, I ask you to help find your son, why not catch any fish? If you want to eat fish, I will give you one for free, baked or stewed, and then served with my bread, will it be better?!"

"What do you know?" The boy shook his head. He didn't want to scare the father at first, but now he can only say the truth, "The water ghost also has fish scales! However, the scales of the water ghost are different from ordinary fish. They are thicker. There is a small synapse in the center, and a smell of rotten corpse can be smelled on it."

After hearing this, Old Hack's face turned pale. Anywhere a river passed by, the residents nearby had basically heard of the name of the Water Ghost. If they were attacked by this thing, there was no need to say much about the consequences.

He seemed to have caught a life-saving straw and retorted loudly.

"But Basher has caught fish in this water for seven or eight years, and has seen any water ghosts appear!"

"Everything is changing. Before, it doesn't mean there isn't now... If you talk nonsense for two seconds, maybe he will lose one finger!"

"I'll search!"

If it is not artificial, then the most likely thing is that the water ghosts are causing trouble. If the traces of their presence and the scales left behind can be found nearby, the matter will be almost revealed.

He is no longer the same as before, and he is no longer the rookie who is beaten by a water ghost. The space contains dancing stars, dragon dreams, and almost continuous crossbows. As long as he is not rushed up by several heads, he has the power to fight.

But reality often goes against expectations, one hour later.

Roy looked helpless. The two searched the river a mile and found a few pieces of fish scales, but they all came from ordinary fish and had nothing to do with water ghosts. No rag strips or shoes were found on the water surface.

Anyone who does anything will leave traces, and he can almost conclude that there are no monsters in the nearby waters.

Old Huke, who was traveling with him, breathed a sigh of relief. He would have hope of survival if his son had eliminated the trouble!

It's not a monster, so why is it missing?

"The fishing rod was still stuck in the stone at that time?" Roy thought, "So, Basher probably had an accident during the fishing process..."

There is no cover by the river, it is too empty, and it is really not a good place to launch an attack.

Roy looked back at the dense boxwood and grass not far behind him. This basin is located in a remote place. If the murderer attacked in the bushes, he could save time and effort to cover up many traces.

"Did you search for the bushes yesterday?"

"Searched too..." Old Hack hesitated, "but he didn't have time to search carefully, because he went to the bulletin board this morning to post a commission. He originally planned to come again in the afternoon..."

"That's not right!"

It took the two of them half an hour to lift almost every bush and carefully check it out.

Thanks to extraordinary perception, Roy actually smelled a faint smell of urine from a green boxwood, and was delighted, "Old Hack, there are often other fishermen and laundry women near this section of river?"

"As far as I know," the bakery owner shook his head, "the families nearby all live in the north, near the shore of the Temple of Meritelli. Further south is the swamp, and no one goes there! There are few people coming in this section except my Basher."

To put it this way, the extremely faint smell of urine is probably left by the missing person, and of course it cannot be ruled out that it was the person who helped Lao Huke search yesterday.

Roy was able to find another way along the bushes near the smell of urine. This time he didn't even let go of the grass that had flooded his ankles. He separated them with his hands and checked the part that was close to the ground.

The effort was not in vain. After an hour of hard work, the boy found a dry blood on the grass... The blood was radial, not a natural form formed by the spraying of wounds, and was obviously squeezed by something...

He had heard of evil ghosts, water ghosts, deer-headed spirits, and human blood. Although his sense of smell was not as sharp as that of the witch hunters, he was still 50% sure that this was human blood.

No more than three days.

It was time for Basher to disappear again, and there was no doubt that he could not escape the relationship!

...

"Roy, have you discovered something?" Old Huck lifted a row of tall grass and squatted down beside the boy... Following the position where his palm pressed, he could see blood at a glance. His blood-covered eyes were full of horror, and he was so nervous that he stuttered.

"Blood, blood? Could it be that my poor child has been killed?"

"Don't be too pessimistic..." Roy comforted without looking back, "I can't tell who his blood is..."

In fact, he could almost conclude that Basher was attacked by something while peeing here. The thing was quick and powerful, and Basher had no power to resist.

"Follow me." The two of them searched along the blood, and soon found a small ball of white floc the size of a fingernail, which smelled without any odor.

When you pinch your fingers together and then pull them apart, you will form a white brushed wire, which is very sticky.

"Which is mixed with blood, what is this?" Roy had a strong premonition that this floc should be able to indicate the identity of the murderer.

Some kind of monster? But for a moment, he really couldn't think of the source.

The two continued to search along the bloodstains... Every time they walked a distance, they could find a few drops of dried blood on the tip of the grass, extending to the inland far away from the Wigan River.

They tracked them hard for half an hour, and the blood was getting less and less and less.

Until I came from the messy weeds and shrubs in the wilderness to the far east corner outside the city of Ayrland, a few pieces of abandoned land.

They stopped.

There are also lush and dense flowers and plants growing in the field, emitting a fragrance. Turnips mixed with green leaves and red flesh should not be inhabited nearby, so no one can pick these mature turnips.

The two of them moved forward with the trend and suddenly found that a dark deep hole appeared on the high ridge of the field for dozens of seconds.
Chapter completed!