Chapter 1: The end of death, the beginning of bad luck

When the rose-colored sunset cast on the second-floor bridge corridor, dragging all kinds of beautiful patterns on the bridge deck, and a reflection, a young man walked leisurely onto the stone bridge.
Looking at the crowded crowd on the bridge and looking at the tightly shaded tents on both sides of the bridge, Ding Mu felt a little strange.
Had to admit that the scene he saw in front of him was very different from Ding Mu's previous imagination, or the difference was too big.
At least he could not imagine that the famous places of interest in the country would allow roadside vendors to set up a table at will to start a business, but now he is at the foot of this famous European bridge on both sides of the stone bridge, but it is a veritable bazaar.
This is the famous European city Florence, known as the birthplace of the Renaissance, Ding Mu is standing on the famous old bridge across the Arno River.
It is a rare opportunity to go to the famous literary and artistic capital of Europe, let alone play for nothing.
Can have such a good deed, because Ding Mu's mouth is famously strict.
A few days ago, Ding Mu came to Italy with his boss to discuss business, and the business was done. The boss said that he would go to Rome to watch a football match and let Ding Mu "be free to spend two days in Florence at his own expense."
Looking at the boss who smiled and smiled at the little secretary, wondering whether he could say the names of several Serie A teams, and then think about the boss's famous fierce wife, Ding Mu was very contemptuous at the same time. Brows and smiles, and nodded with a "I know".
Then he started his "paid vacation" for two days.
Soon, Ding Mu was fascinated by the city.
Whether it is the round dome of the Baihua Cathedral or the dazzling art treasures in the Florence Academy of Fine Arts, he felt that this trip was really not in vain.
It was just the scene on the bridge that made him stare at the nameplate near the bridge for a long time. Until he was sure that he did not find the wrong place, he was a little disappointed and walked into this legend that has been handed down by countless legends and is called "old bridge" by the locals. Ancient stone bridge.
Took a few pictures on the bridge, Ding Mu remembered someone's repeated plea before coming to Italy.
Ding Mu usually has a good relationship, but not many friends. Xie Xun is one of the few friends.
As a senior game fan, Xie Xun spends most of his time not for picking up girls, but often participates in some activities such as hobbyists.
I heard that Ding Mu wanted to follow his boss to talk about business in Italy. Xie Xun immediately asked Ding Mu to bring back the photos of the famous landscapes in the game. In order to let Ding Mu know where he should pay attention, Xie Xun ignored Ding Mu The strong need to be intimate with his girlfriend before going on a business trip simply pulled him to soak in his home for a whole day, and gave him a good introduction to various scenes in a game masterpiece known as God, among which The most important thing is to mention this "old bridge" not only in Florence, but also in Europe.
In fact, Ding Mu is no stranger to this famous historical bridge. As an employee of a large tourism culture promotion company, Ding Mu is not enthusiastic about European history. Some famous cultural landscapes have gained an understanding.
Not to mention, this old bridge, which is said to carry countless beautiful legends of Florence, has indeed had too many legends.
It's just the appearance of the bridge in front of me, but it's really a bit different from Ding Mu's imagination. Watching the people on the bridge coming and going, tourists of different skin colors are walking between the street vendors' tents randomly built on the bridge. The reality is too skinny but helpless, but I think of Xie Xun's gleaming eyes before he left, and then think about his famous "Leap of Faith" in the interpretation of the game. Dipping into the pile of sand and crippling like a cramped two legs, Ding Mu still took out his mobile phone, thinking about taking some close-up photos according to Xie Xun's request.
Coincidentally, there is a crew on the bridge filming. From the clothes, we can see that it should be the background of the typical Renaissance era.
Ding Mu watched the filming, and at the same time Xian Xun's previous instructions, found a bridge protruding slightly outward on the old bridge. According to Xie Xun's statement, this was once an idol Show him his famous "leap forward" place.
Ding Mu took the phone and leaned out of the bridge to prepare to take pictures of this "Holy Land".
At this moment, Ding Mu suddenly saw a woman in a medieval costume shouting at him while running anxiously.
It ’s just that Ding Mu could n’t understand Italian, and she did n’t have time to wait for the woman to repeat the warning in English. With a click, the phone flew out of Ding Mu ’s hand in an arc. At the moment of landing, the camera just shot He dropped his head down into the river.
On the next day, a message from some well-known domestic websites that "community traveler selfie, unfortunately drowned in water, the last scene was photographed by mobile phone" immediately became a hot post to click on the explosion.
In the comment area, in addition to the words "It's a pity" and "Go well", posts of "This is taking selfies with life" and "Treating life away from selfies" are also endless.
And one of the particularly sharp replies quickly became popular on the Internet and became a well-known online hot word: "If you don't die, you won't die."

Jonini's legs dangled outside the boat, allowing the cold water to pat his bare feet.
The wind on the sea is very cold, pouring in from the wide pants legs, as if the knife is constantly cutting the meat.
Jonini is not too young. The injuries he suffered when he was young have tortured his body and bones. The rheumatism in winter made him suffer. However, in order to make a living, Jonini had to go fishing every day.
In the early years, Jonini followed the family as fishermen, but Jonini thought that fishing was too promising. Although his family strongly opposed it, he still left with only a few Dniers.
Has been away for twenty years. When he comes back, there are few relatives left. His blood and sweat has been a fishing boat that can hire two helpers.
A cold wind blew over, and Jonini immediately coughed violently. His lungs were almost pierced by a spear, even years later, it would be terribly painful in winter.
Not long ago, the storm that just raged has not completely passed, and in the distance, you can see the dark rolling clouds over the sea.
However, this kind of weather indicates a good opportunity for fishermen going out to sea. The fish will float to the surface to ventilate. At this time, a net harvest is a good harvest.
"Add more effort to the lazy people," Jonini turned to the guys behind him and shouted, "Good luck will not happen every day. The tithe this month has not been paid yet."
"Daddy, there seems to be something in the sea!" A man who was dragging the fishing net to the boat suddenly shouted at the distant sea.
The cries of the guy immediately made Giannini jump. He couldn't care about the painful legs and hot lungs, and his eyes were staring at the direction the guy was pointing.
Jonini can't help but be nervous. In today's tumultuous years, all kinds of dangers may appear anytime, anywhere.
Especially since the fall of Rome, which was far in the east decades ago, every time the terrible Ottoman Empire is mentioned, people will feel chilled.
"What did you find?"
Jonini narrowed his eyes and carefully looked at the dark green sea in the distance. Because the storm had just passed, the sea was not calm, but he soon saw the "something" the man said.
It was a broken wooden board that looked like it had fallen from a boat. Through the waves that could not be beaten, one could vaguely see that a person was lying on the wooden board, and the water was ups and downs.
"It's an individual," the other man also looked around with his neck "Maybe it was from the ship that was killed."
"Get him up," Giannini murmured, and then whispered in his mouth, "I hope it's not a dead ghost, or it's bad luck if I encounter this kind of thing, maybe I should go to the priest of this church to ask for a report. Pray. "
Heard Jonini's instructions, the two men immediately rowed the boat towards the drifting board, and then the two men struggled to drag the motionless man lying on the board.
"If this guy is a pirate, we will hang him with a cable, if he is a pagan, throw him into the sea to feed the fish." A man said as he turned the man over, and then he unexpectedly stood behind Giannini said, "Daddy, look, this is a child."
Jonini pushed away the man in front of him, squatted down and looked at the drowning man with his eyes closed, lying on his back on the ship's board.
This is indeed a young boy with wet dark red hair on his forehead that was soaked in cold sea water. His eyes were closed and his lips looked blue and cold. If not the nose wings on either side of the straight nose Can't stop fanning, may be considered dead.
"Daddy, he shouldn't be a pagan." Looking at the unconscious boy, the man asked a little hesitantly.
He asks this question because although this teenager has the same European appearance as them, he can be somewhat strangely dressed.
The clothes are neither short-shoulder and wide-leg pants often worn by everyday Sicilians, nor popular in northern cities. They are called "Lu Kou", and they are fancy robes with ankles, but they are still old, but still Strange costumes that reveal alien flair.
The brown half-length sleeveless robe woven from linen coarse cloth, the hem is already ragged, half-rolled to cover the knees of the teenager, one of them looks very thick, but because of the dirty color, the original color of the hug Bai Neiyang, paired with a pair of fur on his feet, has turned over the ankle boots, so that people can see at a glance that he is a foreigner.
The two guys looked at Giannini anxiously and waited for his idea. In their view, Joniini was not only nearby, UU reading www.uukanshu.com may be the most knowledgeable person in Sicily.
"This kid looks like a stranded fish," Giannini mumbled and flicked the two cuffs of the teenager's inner skirt with a fish-cut dagger and looked at his arm. After making sure that there were no tattoos common to prisoners, He squatted beside the boy and looked carefully, then said to the two guys: "Don't be stunned, wake this boy up."
"Daddy, he is ..."
"It's a Greek," Giorini looked up to the south of the sea, where it was still covered with clouds. From time to time, there were lightnings illuminating the clouds, and it seemed that there were some terrible monsters hiding there. Throwed to the boy's side "He was warmed up before he was frozen to death, come from the east, poor little guy, should have suffered a lot."
Listening to my father's words, the two guys couldn't help but look to the south.
They knew what Jonini said. The world on the other side of the Mediterranean, for all of Europe, is a full of horror legends.
"The Greeks are rare now, but there were many before."
Giannini muzzled in the mouth of the fishnet and heard a sharp cough coming from behind. He turned his head and saw the waking teenager open his eyes.
Those were black eyes. When I saw the three people in front of me, the eyes showed horror, confusion, and uneasiness, but even so, Jonini saw other things from those eyes , That is gradually revealing curiosity and restlessness that is difficult to hide.
This look made Giannini uncomfortable, because he was too familiar with what it contained, and he knew too much what it would bring.
Looking at the flashing dark eyes, Giannini felt like it might be a problem.