Three years after his adoptive father disappeared, his body floated up from the river. The medical examiner said he drowned no more than 48 hours ago. He stayed underwater for three years. The person who fished him out was my grandfather, an old man who had been collecting corpses by the water all his life. After he came ashore, he only said three words to me: If someone calls you in the middle of the night, don't look back. Don't touch anything that crawls up on its own in the water. What you owe to the river, the river will take it back sooner or later.
I don't believe this. I am the criminal investigation captain and I only believe in evidence and logic. But after reading the files left by my adoptive father, I found that half of the people who disappeared after the flood twenty years ago had "come back". Those who came back had water stains on their soles, and they all said they couldn't remember how they got out of the water. They live like normal people, get married, have children, and grow old.
Until I discovered that they had moles on other people's faces.
