Park Piaole took a heavy step forward, and the soles of his shoes made a deep mark on the beach. He looked at the sea and bathing beach with calm eyes. The sea and sky were all beautiful, but it was still incomparable to the beach in Danluo Island, his hometown.

This is the coastal park in Fukuoka City, located opposite the Fukuoka Tower, a small internet celebrity attraction. It is just across the road.

A narrow beach is not high-quality. At least if there is more time, people in Fukuoka prefer to go to the beach next door of Itoshima City. Anyway, one city in the island country is only the size of a district in China, which is very close.

The sun in the summer burns people's skin. At the high temperature of 30 to 40 degrees, it is hard to imagine that as long as a few gusts of wind blow from the north, the temperature will drop rapidly to 20 degrees in a month.

The lazy citizens either lie on the beach or blew the sea breeze on the benches, which is worthy of being the most comfortable city in the country. Everyone is content. Although Fukuoka City is located in a remote location, Fukuoka City can rank among the best in life satisfaction over the years.

Only two-thirds of the rent in Tokyo, convenient living conditions, city transportation, relatively low prices, natural scenery, pleasant climate, and Hakata beauty. The university is so careless and at least one of the old emperors and Kyushu University.

"What a strange guy, why is his skin so white?"

"It's albinism."

"I look more like a skin disease."

Someone noticed Park Piaole on the beach. Everyone was wearing very little sunlight. Park Piaole's fully armed posture was too strange, and the pale skin exposed by the fruit was not a normal human being.

Especially a face that has begun to evolve, combined with the characteristics of snakes and humans, its facial features are elongated and weird and terrifying.

"The eyes are so disgusting, it was from Nan Zaoyang."

By chance, someone recognized Park Piaole's true identity at a glance.

"Ball, mom, ball!!"

A small colored ball was thrown into the ocean. As the waves rolled, the small ball also drifted towards the depths of the ocean. Although it finally stopped at twenty meters, the depth of the place was beyond what ordinary people could pass.

Not to mention a little kid of seven or eight years old, he looked at the small ball swallowed by the sea with tears helplessness.

"Buy another one, we'll buy another one in a while."

The young mother who was talking to her friend called her son.

She looked worried. She had been in a state of great unlucky recent events. When her father, who was in his fifties, returned to the port, he was actually "taken away" by the government. To be precise, it was because the fishing boat hit the dock and cooperated with the investigation.

"I don't know if there is anything to investigate. Isn't it just to hit the dock? Isn't this kind of thing very common? And if you want to cooperate with the investigation, just let the captain and the helmsman go there. It would be too exaggerated to call the whole boat."

"This is how the government often gets nervous and relaxes. We will come back in a few days. Then we will go together..."

The male friend next to him comforted the young woman. Except for the little ball that was trapped in despair, everything was an ordinary day.

Every day, countless unlucky balls are killed in the sea, like hydrogen balloons that die in the sky, and coins that fall into sewer trenches.

As well as the sweaty outdoor cameraman, the outdoor team of Kyushu local TV station was bored to broadcast live on the beach. Small local TV stations like them did not have the funds to do any film and television dramas, and they could not come up with a team to make a variety show.

That is to say, the outdated news is broadcast, and the boring live broadcast of outdoor scenes maintains pitiful ratings, allowing the elderly in their seventies and eighties to watch.

“This year’s beach park is still…”

The female anchor who walked into the TV station by relying on her connections stood on the beach and said something clichéd from which page on the Internet. Will anyone really see this kind of thing when it is released?

You must be playing cards with the TV screen, right? Izakaya will not use your dead voice as background music.

No matter how he goes, he just needs to pay himself a salary anyway, and the ratings are not considered by his small photography.

People who are shining around consciously stay away from the camera. Most people in the island still don’t like to be on camera, and the more money they make, the less they like it.

The crying child suddenly became quiet, and a big hand pressed his little cerebral skull, and a hoarse voice came from the top of his head: "Little boy, do you want the ball in the sea?"

Pu Piaole used the early sheep language mixed with English. Not to mention the islanders, even the southern early sheep people couldn't understand these half-local and half-national things.

"Yeah." The child nodded in confusion. He didn't understand what this weird uncle was saying. From the perspective of his small height, he could not see the colorful balls that had already floated far away.

But the child's natural intuition tells him that the danger comes from the palm that caresses his head, which is cold and not warm.

I feel helpless and want to cry, but I dare not cry.

Anyway, it's right to nod. Mom and uncle are right next to you, so they shouldn't be caught by the bad guys.

Park Piaole showed a sinister smile, pointed at the little fair and said, "Wait a minute, I'll pick up the ball for you, okay?"

"Um."

He nodded with relief. Park Piaole was happy that someone could understand his island dialect. It seemed that communicating with the island people was not that difficult.

He headed towards the ball in the sea, and deliberately held it with his hands in a pretentious manner, looking like a great man.

As a former beach lifeguard, Park Piaole's swimming skills are of course good, but he just walked towards the sea in a neat manner. In the eyes of people around him, he seemed like a fool, swimming in clothes, performance art?

"I won't be in the same group as the TV station over there, right? What kind of program is being filmed?"

"Human Confused Behavior Award?"

"Crash."

The waves rushed forward, flattening the footprints on the beach, allowing the person who could not dodge a mouthful of salt water, but Pu Piaole didn't even get wet at all the two pairs of shoes.

One step, two steps.

At first, there was nothing to see because the water level was low, but after walking ten steps away, the picture became strange and visible to the naked eye.

Others only exposed their upper body in the water, or simply had their necks, but Park Piaole simply stood up on the water, looking like a person with his head exposed was licking his shoes.

The mysterious scene continued, and Park Piaole walked step by step towards the depths of the ocean, bent down and grabbed the small ball on the water.

With no expression on his face, Park Piaole walked back slowly without waves.

Those ordinary shoes were always on the water.

The scene that violated physics made the noisy beach silent for a moment. Everyone seemed to have been cast by a ban on the tongue, his stiff neck was stagnant, and his eyes that almost jumped out of his eye sockets.

"Is this the ball?"

The waves pushed Park Piaole to the beach, and he squatted down and held the ball gently.

"Yeah, yeah." The silly child was so scared that he couldn't even speak.
Chapter completed!