The Fisherman Who Never Catches Fish

If this helicopter really did crash into the sea, then are the bodies of the passengers still inside?

If that gets fished up, it would mean fishing up corpses.

Fang Hao definitely doesn't want to fish up corpses.

Even though he's already known by nicknames like Corpse Fishing Immortal and can't shake that reputation, he'd still prefer not to fish up any corpses if possible.

Each time he fishes up a corpse, his luck turns sour.

Fang Hao just wants to fish.

He'd even appreciate some hope of actually catching fish for once.

"No, you think."

"Hahaha, the host is afraid of fishing up corpses again, huh?"

"The helicopter crash, the bodies must still be inside it, so if the host fishes up the helicopter, he'll also fish up the corpses."

"Host, I believe you can do it."

"Host, fishing for corpses is your specialty, right?"

"If you don't fish it up, wouldn't that tarnish your reputation as Corpse Fishing Immortal?"

But the viewers in the live broadcast room didn't agree; they all believed Fang Hao could fish up the helicopter wreckage.

Fang Hao deeply felt the 'contrariness' of these trolls.

A hundred pounds of body weight, ninety-nine pounds of contrariness, and one pound of flesh.

The less he wanted to do something, the more these trolls wanted him to do it.

They just wanted to see him make a fool of himself.

Hmph!

Dream on.

I am definitely not going to fish up any helicopter wreckage or bodies!

Why bother fishing up that stuff?

I'd rather pray I catch a fish, even if it's just a one or two-pounder.

Fang Hao doesn't hold much hope; he doesn't ask to fish up dozens or hundreds of pounds of big fish, just one or two-pounders will do.

Just to satisfy that one-time thrill of catching a fish, that would be enough.

That's his wish.

Fang Hao continued to fish quietly, waiting for a fish to take the bait.

…

Due to the serious accident, the joint task force announced a temporary suspension of their operation.

There was no other choice; as one of the main people responsible for the operation, Major Sakamoto was on the missing helicopter. Without the person in charge, they had to call off the operation.

As for the missing helicopter, it hadn't been found yet.

There was no news about the crew members either.

They had searched the area where the signal was last detected, but none of the regions showed any traces of a crash.

They also searched nearby islands with the same lack of results.

It was as if it had vanished into thin air.

Then there was only one possibility:

The helicopter had crashed into the sea and sunk to the ocean floor.

"I think we should immediately dispatch a search team to this region."

On this helicopter, there were eight crew members, including Major Sakamoto, who was of distinguished rank.

Naturally, they wanted to find the bodies and such, to determine the exact cause of the helicopter's accident.

They immediately sent out search teams to continue searching at sea, attempting to find the wreckage of the downed aircraft.

They even brought in deep-sea detection equipment, just to discover things under the sea.

The number of ships on the sea increased, trying to trace the missing plane.

But no matter how they searched, the helicopter just wasn't found, as if it had completely disappeared.

Not even wreckage.

"It's impossible."

"There should be some traces left behind."

"This is crazy."

"Could it be, the plane didn't actually crash? But that's... unlikely, there must have been some problem."

This left them perplexed, not understanding what had happened and how not even a trace of the helicopter was found.

There was no news whatsoever.

Despite deploying so many people, they couldn't believe that nothing was found.

They had already searched the area where the helicopter's signal vanished, but still found nothing.

Not even fragments of the aircraft.

This shouldn't be happening.

"Continue to expand the search area."

With no other option, they could only continue expanding the search area.

…

At sea, on a yacht.

Time passed slowly.

There was no activity from Fang Hao's side; he hadn't caught anything.

Xiao Pang was doing slightly better; he managed to catch a yellow croaker, at least some consolation, ensuring he didn't come back empty-handed.

"Look at you, host, seems like you're going to come up empty again."

"Can't be that someone still can't catch fish, right?"

The viewers in the live broadcast room started teasing Fang Hao with snide remarks.

Seeing this, Fang Hao, besides feeling annoyed, was also powerless.

Unless he could catch a fish, that would be the only way to shut those trolls up and prove them wrong.

But everyone is aware that Fang Hao catching a fish isn't easy; up till now, he's caught none.

That's why the viewers teased him.

"You trolls just wait, sooner or later I'll catch a fish and shut you all up," Fang Hao fumed inwardly.

"Hope the host achieves this wish within his lifetime."

"How do you know I just caught a thirty-pound bighead carp?"

"Host: Shut your mouths!"

"Hahaha, bro must be 'sand renal' right now."

"..."

Fang Hao simply retracted his attention and once again focused on fishing earnestly.

"But honestly, I also feel like going out to fish now." Seeing Fang Hao engrossed in fishing, the viewers started to feel the urge to fish as well.

There were quite a few fishing enthusiasts in the live broadcast room, and they were fairly obsessed with fishing.

They were getting restless to fish.

"I'm already fishing by the river, fishing while watching the host's live stream, enjoying life."