Anyone Dares Bully you, Call Uncles! novel Chapter 173

"Argh…"

The riverbank rang with cries and screams.

The sun set, and the garden was cool with a chilly breeze. Everyone was rigid with terror.

"What, what just happened?"

"Did I lose my mind?"

"Oh my God, forget about that! Save her, save her!"

Yet no one dared to go in anymore. The sight had been far too terrifying. If that blonde girl had really been a corpse… A corpse would have just dragged someone underwater. Who would dare go down there?

And if Blondie hadn't been a corpse and a human being, that would mean intentional murder. She had waited for the woman to jump in… and then drag her underwater— absolutely no one was going to go down there!

Some of the people looked at Blake. Thank goodness he had stopped them, or they would have gotten into trouble along with the middle-aged man too.

Just then, the boat had just arrived.

The people on the boat could see better. One of the rescue team members, a young man, shouted, "We've found it! We found it…"

The team saw a struggling woman and what looked like a floating corpse, and prepared to go over and help.

A senior member called out, "Keep a close eye, Greg!"

The young rescue team member's name was Greg. He was overwhelmed with emotion then, having finally found the dead girl's body after searching for an entire day. The body was clad in clothes that matched the description of the girl who had drowned too…

The next second, he saw the corpse get up and drag the struggling lady underwater.!

"F*ck me!" Greg cried out in terror.

He could clearly see that it was a corpse floating. He had fished up a good number of dead bodies, and knew one when he saw one.

Corpses could drag people underwater?!

Just then, Greg felt as if his head was going to explode. Every hair on his body was upright.

"C-c-captain!" he cried out.

The captain walked over with a rope in his hands, moving quickly as he spoke. "Why are you acting as if you've seen a ghost? Get them!"

"Hey, where'd they go? I just turned around for a second!"

There was another kayak coming from the opposite direction. The tools needed to haul a dead body and a live one were different, and thus they changed the nets quickly, working together to pull both people up.

The female corpse and the middle-aged woman were fished out of the water. Everyone saw the dead body give a massive twitch, and thought they were seeing things.

Greg's eyes widened. "C-c-c-captain!"

The captain was in shock, too. "I saw, I saw. Keep quiet!"

The woman was first pulled up, and the rescue team got to work at once.

She spat out a mouthful of water in no time, returning to her senses slowly.

Upon gaining consciousness, she began to scramble to her feet as she screamed, "Jane, my Jane…"

"Quick, save my daughter!"

The rescue team captain held her down. "Your daughter's been pulled ashore. We understand how you're feeling, please take your time to grieve!"

The woman was startled. "What… what do you mean?"

Did that mean that my daughter is dead?

No, no. The other two girls had been rescued, why had only her daughter died?

She refused to believe it!

The woman clutched the edge of the boat, mumbling to herself, "I don't believe you! You've got the wrong body! I just saw my Jane, I'm going to get her myself… I'll get her myself if you won't help!"

She made a move to jump into the water as she spoke, listening to no one.

Everyone else did not know what to say, but this was not the first time they'd seen someone lose control like this.

They'd been working for a rescue team for years. Before seeing the body, family members would usually cling on to any last shred of hope that their loved ones were still alive.

After the body was finally pulled up, some family members would faint on the spot. Some would break down and refuse to believe it, some of them would even assault the team members and blame them for getting there too late…

Greg was packing up the ropes, the weight in his chest so heavy he could barely breathe. Work had finally ended for the day, and after being on his toes all day all he could feel was fatigue.

Extreme fatigue, to the point that he considered never coming back to work after this.

Just then, a tiny hand reached out and held his arm softly. Greg stopped short.

A little girl raised her head, speaking in a solemn tone. "Thank you for your hard work, Sir. You've done well!"

"You're the best, Sir! You're like a superhero!"

Staring into her wide, jet-black eyes and her sincere, solemn gaze, Greg felt a lump in his throat as his eyes began to water.

"Thank you…"

The little girl's dad walked over, hoisting her into the air.

She waved goodbye, and Greg waved back hurriedly.

Who said being a hero was all about glory?

Greg smiled, rubbing his eyes and mumbling, "Thank you…"

This stranger of a little girl.

He suddenly felt like he had gained a burst of courage.

Next to him, the woman continued to scream her head off.

"Why are you yelling at me? Do you know how I feel right now? Have you lost your daughter before? You know nothing!!"

"Did I say the wrong thing at all? My daughter wouldn't have had to die if you had all been faster…"

"This is all your fault. My poor daughter, my Jane…"

The wind blew across the tarp covering the girl's corpse, exposing her widened eyes and pale face.

No one saw her pupils give a violent twitch, before returning to normal.