Chapter 115 Chapter 115 Storm at Sea

He Junxia was very sure that he had not made a mistake.

Even though the corpse's face was pale and swollen from being soaked in sea water, the shadow of the thin man who had been monitoring them was still clearly visible.

He actually died?

Was it because the sea was too rough and he was unfortunately washed off the boat, or was it because of an internal conflict within the human trafficker gang?

He Junxia had a lot of thoughts in his mind.

He carefully examined the body and did not see any obvious fatal injuries. Other aspects were more consistent with death by drowning.

He must have died of drowning, and the time of death was less than two hours.

However, the corpse's right hand was still holding a pair of black-framed glasses, and it was held very tightly. He Junxia had to use a little strength to take the glasses out.

It doesn't look like someone fell into the water.

However, the storm had not stopped two hours ago, so no conclusion could be drawn immediately.

Gao Xingwei had no idea what He Junxia was thinking. He was almost suffocated by the stench of the corpse - the disgusting stench rushed straight into his nose, and even breathing was a great torture.

The young boy covered his nose and asked cautiously, "Boss, shall we go?"

If he stayed any longer, he was really afraid that he would be pickled by the stench of the corpse.

"Wait a minute."

He Junxia handed the black-framed glasses he had taken out to Gao Xingwei, and began to search the pockets of the corpse's clothes. His skillful movements in stripping the corpse left the other person stunned.

Oh my god.

How many corpses did he have to dig up to be so calm and skilled?

Gao Xingwei swallowed fearfully.

At first he thought the boss was a desperate criminal who had killed several people. Later, when he saw that the boss was willing to help others and kindly gave him steamed buns and water, he gradually gave up this speculation.

But he could no longer deceive himself.

Even if the young man in front of him was not a desperado, he must be a big shot who often saw corpses.

But why would such a person choose to sneak across the border?

Shouldn't he be like what is written in the novel, calling the shots in the underworld and being respected as Lord Niu by everyone?

Gao Xingwei frowned, looking confused and puzzled.

"Here."

An order interrupted his drifting thoughts. Gao Xingwei came back to his senses and hurriedly caught the lighter in mid-air.

This cheap one-dollar lighter will be useless after being soaked in water, right?

Gao Xingwei muttered to himself but didn't dare to ask directly as he had before. He knew that no matter who the boss was, he was someone he couldn't afford to offend.

If you want to survive by relying on the boss, the hard truth is to talk less and do more.

Otherwise, with his incompetent mouth, he would sooner or later offend the boss. If he was abandoned in the vast ocean, he would be in trouble.

"Okay, let's go."

He Junxia held an opened pack of cigarettes in his left hand, and in his right hand was the short-sleeved shirt worn by the corpse. These were the few belongings of the corpse.

Gao Xingwei looked at the corpse with only a pair of pants left, and silently said to the other party in his heart, "Goodbye, I won't see you off."

Respecting the dead is important, but being alive is more important.

The young boy turned around and looked at the boundless sea without any landmarks. His expression was blank and hesitant. "Boss, where are we going?"

He no longer remembered which direction they came from.

He Junxia pointed in the direction of Gao Xingwei's left hand: "Go this way, faster."

Regardless of whether the thin man died by falling into the water or in an internal conflict, it is not appropriate for them to meet the human traffickers now.

Although organizing smuggling cannot be considered living on the edge of a knife, people who can do this job are not good people, not to mention that they have guns.

Who knows what they can do that will break the human limit?

He Junxia didn't dare to gamble.

The two of them paddled away faster and faster. Looking at the increasingly blurry corpse, Gao Xingwei suddenly had a strange idea in his mind.

He looked at He Junxia, ​​then at the corpse that was getting farther and farther away. After hesitating for a long time, he couldn't help but say, "Boss, should we leave the corpse behind to make a fishing spot?" Maybe there would be no shortage of food in the future.

???

He Junxia suddenly heard these words that were worse than Satan's, her pupils trembled, and she looked up and down at Gao Xingwei with an indescribable look.

Doesn't he look like that kind of person?

Gao Xingwei's scalp tingled at his gaze, and he hurriedly explained, "I have a relative back home who's a keen angler. One night, he went fishing by the river and saw a body floating by. To keep fishing, he waited until dawn before calling the police."

"Normally he would come up empty-handed, catching two or three small fish at most. But that night he caught the most, a whole bucket full, and a huge black fish weighing eight kilograms."

"So I just... I was thinking..."

Gao Xingwei hesitated while stealing glances at He Junxia's expression. He wondered if the boss thought he was too cruel and disrespectful to the deceased.

Gao Xingwei's heart was beating rapidly as he didn't get a response from He Junxia. He felt so regretful that he almost wanted to slap himself twice and sew up his mouth with needle and thread.

Bad thing, I told you not to talk nonsense.

He Junxia's expression is hard to describe.

Although he used the corpse of a friend who wished to attract the giant crocodile during his second internship mission, it was a matter of life and death at that time, so he had to use a severed human limb.

It is still too advanced to use the corpses of your own kind as bait for fishing when you still have energy left.

He Junxia shook her head: "That's not necessary."

Leaving aside the ethical issues, they are now huddled on a small bench with almost no room to move.

Not to mention fishing, even a slightly larger wave could cause them to lose their balance and fall into the sea.

Fishing in this situation would be a dead end, so I'd better wait until I find a bigger float to use as shelter.

After listening to He Junxia's explanation, Gao Xingwei was relieved. Fortunately, the boss did not have a bad impression of him.

No, wait?

It seems that the reason why the boss refused was that he was worried that the stool would be pulled off balance by the fish while fishing and cause them to be pulled into the sea, rather than because this practice was unethical.

Gao Xingwei's body suddenly stiffened.

He swore that he would never talk nonsense again, and asked people not to use him as bait to fish, woo woo woo...

The expression on the young boy's face was so easy to understand. You didn't have to guess to know that he was daydreaming again, and perhaps he even thought of himself as an unforgivable villain.

He Junxia held his forehead and smiled.

He's brave, but he's always scare himself to death with his imagination. He's timid, but he's also daring to sneak across the border by boat, even saying such outrageous and hellish things as using corpses as bait for fishing.

The certificate is both bold and timid.

He Junxia folded her arms and calmly looked at the young boy whose imagination had frightened her to the point of turning her face pale.

"Stop shaking! If you keep shaking, I'll throw you overboard to feed the sharks."

The young boy trembled even more violently.

"Big, big boss, please don't throw me to the sharks. I can be your slave."

The young boy was almost hugging He Junxia's legs to express his love.

He Junxia: ...

He Junxia: "Look up."

Gao Xingwei raised her head tremblingly, as fast as an eighty-year-old woman. Even when her head was raised, her eyes were always lowered, not daring to look up.

"Look up."

Gao Xingwei moved his gaze aggrievedly, and his eyes fell on a face that was smiling helplessly.

"How dare you be so cowardly and work like a slave for me?"

"Don't dare, no no no, dare dare, no no no, I mean I do."

"Stop, stop, stop shaking."

If he continued shaking, He Junxia was really afraid that Gao Xingwei would shake away all the wisdom that was already in his head, leaving not a single bit behind.

I don’t know how this child grew up so big.

That’s right, it’s the child.

Although the wisher is only 21 years old and is a real youngster, He Junxia is no longer the young intern she used to be after going through several mission worlds.

Judging from the time he has lived, he is already a middle-aged man in his forties, so naturally he regards these young people as children.

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Gao Xingwei felt uncomfortable with this kind of look, as if the person in front of him was not a big boss, but his grandmother in her seventies.

Thinking of his grandmother back home, Gao Xingwei became depressed.

If my grandmother knew that I was so disobedient and quarreled with my parents and sneaked into another country, and ended up dying at sea, she would definitely be very sad.

He Junxia reached out and knocked on the young boy's head: "Don't let your imagination run wild. Follow me, and I won't let you die."

There was no high-pitched or passionate tone in these words. It was just like asking if one had eaten today, but it made Gao Xingwei feel very confident.

"Um."

Gao Xingwei's eyes were filled with tears.

He had already realized that the boss was just teasing him, but he felt nothing but gratitude towards this person who took care of him in every way.

…

Time passes by bit by bit

The two men rowed for a long time but couldn't find anything to replace the bench. To be more precise, they didn't see anything belonging to human society.

It did waste a lot of energy.

He Junxia put on the dried clothes, and after he did, Gao Xingwei began to dress carefully. Otherwise, if two people dressed at the same time, it would easily disrupt the balance of the bench.

He Junxia looked at the water in the plastic basin that had evaporated from the glasses and the dark clothes stripped from the corpse. There was only a thin layer, less than 20 milliliters.

If plastic bags are added, production should be able to increase significantly.

Unfortunately, they only had one large plastic bag, which also contained many steamed buns and mobile phones, and they could not be taken out and used individually.

Otherwise, if the wooden bench loses balance and causes them to flip into the sea, the steamed buns and mobile phones will be completely scrapped, and the difficulty of rescue and survival will reach hellish level.

He Junxia took out a steamed bun and divided it in half, he and Gao Xingwei each took half, then he took out a large bottle of water and handed it to Gao Xingwei, and drank a few sips from the cup himself.

At this time, the bright sunlight has restrained its midday flamboyance, and gently spreads a layer of deep and light golden brocade on the horizon, like an ancient oil painting.

The sun, in a hurry to go home, only leaves half of its face visible on the horizon, allowing tiny golden spots to rise and fall and jump on the sparkling water, forming a path of light leading to the end of the world.

No one spoke.

The two of them drank water and chewed steamed buns, quietly admiring the rare and dreamy beauty before them.

I don’t know how long it took, the sunset completely fell below the sea level, and a silvery full moon slowly rose, making people subconsciously think of the famous quote that has been passed down for thousands of years.

The bright moon rises over the sea, and we share this moment across the world.

The cold and lonely moon always stirs up infinite sorrow in people's hearts and evokes their longing for their hometown.

Gao Xingwei rubbed his eyes. He was not a crybaby, but tears flowed down his face involuntarily.

"Boss, I really want to go back and see my grandma."

He Junxia stretched out his hand as if to grasp the misty moon gauze cast from the horizon, but the light gauze slipped through his fingers, leaving only a trace of silver.

"Yes."

"Don't be impatient, take it one step at a time, and you will eventually get back."

I don’t know whether I am speaking to young children or to myself.

However, just as He Junxia was about to take out the mobile phone from his backpack and send a distress signal to the sky, a very penetrating sound exploded in the southeast.

That's gunfire!