Chapter 9 Section 1

Takao Fujimoto shook his head and made a rattling sound as he stayed in the same position for too long.He looked at the motionless water surface, and then at Akihiko Yamabe next to him.The kid just let out a big yawn. "Hey, Shanbian, you must have been tricked, how can you catch carp in this kind of place?" Hearing what he said, Shanbian also looked at the calm lake and tilted his head. "It's so strange. I did see it at Saito's house. There are carps in the tank of his house. He said he caught them from here." "It must have been caught somewhere else by him, you were fooled by that guy."

"It seems to be." Shanbian still tilted his head. The two were middle school classmates.Because their homes are so close, the two of them often played together since childhood.They all like fishing very much, probably influenced by their father. Takao Fujimoto heard from Yamabe that carp can be caught by riding a bicycle for more than 20 minutes from the urban area to the gourd pond in the natural park, and Yamabe heard these words from his classmate Koji Saito. "Liar, how can there be carp in this kind of place?" Takao Fujimoto complained. "I heard that some people raised fish here before, and they left fry, and when they grew up, they multiplied more." Shanbian said, "But it's not always possible to catch it. It's best to wait until autumn, and the fish will survive the winter." It’s easy to get hooked when you’re eating too much.”

I don't know if this is true or not, but it's not completely unreasonable. They haven't fished for a long time, and they made an appointment to fish in this gourd pond this Sunday. The result was as Takao Fujimoto expected, not to mention fish, not even a fish-like thing could be seen.Xiao Fu looked ahead, sighed and said, "It's really desolate." The size of the pond is about the same as their school's swimming pool.The pond is wide at both ends and narrow in the middle, like a gourd, so it is called the gourd pond.The pond is overgrown with weeds and so deserted that even the locals don't necessarily know about the place.It is said that there used to be water striders and soy beetles here, but judging from the current situation, it seems quite unimaginable.

Looking around, the first thing that catches the eye is a large amount of garbage such as styrofoam and plastic buckets floating on the water, and the gray oil film spreads everywhere as if to envelop them.Lots of construction scrap and metal like machinery parts were also dumped by the pond. To Fujimoto, it's just a giant dump for tourists who don't take the hiking trails, and it's a convenient dumping point for junk. . Takao Fujimoto pulled back the fishing line and put away the fishing rod. "Forget it, let's go back!" "Really forget it?" Shan Bian was still a little reluctant.

"It's impossible to have fish, don't waste time, it's better to play games at home if you have this time!" "that's true." "That's right, go back quickly." Fujimoto stood up and packed his things. "I seem to be fooled?" "It's a fool, that's for sure." Shan Bian was still looking at the pond, and Fujimoto called him a fool. Suddenly, Shan Bian changed his tone: "Then, what is that?" "what?" "Over there, a glowing thing. Isn't it already floating?" Fujimoto looked in the direction of the finger on the side of the mountain and found a flat object about 30 centimeters floating on the water.

"Looks like a wok or something," Fujimoto said. "Maybe it's a noodle wok sold at a convenience store. It's not a big deal." "It seems to be... Hey, look! It looks a bit weird." Shan Bian straightened up, and while patting the dust on the back of his jeans, he walked along the pond, holding a fishing rod in his hand. Fujimoto followed behind with a disappointed face, thinking, maybe he was deceived by someone, and it was a bit embarrassing to bring his friend to such a place, so he said these strange words to cover up. When approaching that thing, the mountain side suddenly stopped.It was about 20 centimeters from the water's edge, floating with the carton of milk.

Shanbian hooked it within reach with a fishing rod, but Fujimoto still didn't know what it was. "what is this?" "It doesn't seem to be a pot." Shan Bian picked up the strange thing.