Not long after the crack disappeared, the two workers responsible for the night watch walked towards the building with a tired pace, using flashlights that were almost out of power.
"Did the fire just now come from that side of the building?" one of the older workers asked doubtfully.
"Brother, did you see it too? I thought it was an illusion. Someone was smoking there, right?"
A young-looking boy, about eighteen or nineteen years old, asked the person next to him.
The boy's hands were rough, there was a scratch on the back of his right hand, and there were blood blisters on his fingers. It seemed that he had not yet adapted to life at the construction site.
He is now holding the flashlight with his left hand, trying to avoid rubbing the wound and causing infection.
"Such a big Liang'er, are you using a gas stove to light your cigarette?"
The boy's question earned his eldest brother his contempt. He pulled out two short steel bars from the pile and handed one of them to the boy.
"Brother, what are you doing with this thing..."
The young man anxiously transferred the flashlight to his right hand, and then took the short steel bar.
"Where does all this nonsense come from? Hold it for self-defense. You are new here and don't know much about this business."
The twenty-seven-year-old young man said impatiently.
"There are always brats around here who steal cement and steel bars and exchange them for cigarettes. Some of them carry knives. They won't be polite to you."
"If you hit someone, something will happen..." The young man was very conflicted. He was not only afraid of hitting someone, but also worried about being stabbed.
The young man walked ahead, while the young man followed behind him to shine light on him.
"The boss has already taken care of them at the police station. If you see them, just greet them directly. Just try to hit them on the thighs and not on the head."
With the senior's assurance, the young man felt at ease, but the next sentence made his heart that had just been relieved rise again.
"The sound just now came from here too, right? There must be a lot of people in such a big movement."
Hearing what his senior said, the young man started to get nervous again. There were only two of them here, wouldn't it be a big disadvantage if there were more people on the other side fighting? Wouldn't it be safer to call a few more people over?
"Are there many people?" the young man asked.
"It sounds like it, just go and see it and you will know."
After saying this, the brick-moving senior held a flashlight in one hand and dragged the steel bar diagonally with the other hand, so that he could whip a thief first when he encountered a thief.
The young man followed him, timidly taking photos everywhere.
The two of them walked around outside and didn't find anything moving.
"Brother, slow down, I'm a little fussy in my heart, I always feel like there's something." The young man whispered.
The moment he stepped into the half-built building, the young man began to feel inexplicable heart palpitations, and there was a voice in his head urging him to leave quickly.
Obviously things will be fine tomorrow...
The young man shrank down and shivered in the hot weather.
"Then walk around quickly. It's best to walk around twice under the camera. If the fire wasn't too bright, I would be afraid that the foreman would see it tomorrow. Haha, I'm so sleepy."
The building was empty, not a single person was around, and the young man's vigilance immediately dropped.
He yawned and walked unsteadily, looking like he was running out of energy and blood.
"Brother, do you think people have died here? Why does it feel so cold?"
The young man asked, following behind the young man step by step.
"Don't be so nagging. You've heard too many ghost stories. You're just weak. Go back and buy a pack of wolfberry to drink."
The young man did not take the young man's words to heart.
"I mean the soles of my feet are cold."
The boy added, shining a flashlight at his feet.
"That's because your kidneys are weak. Why didn't you say there was a corpse under your feet? After reading it, go back and take a nap for a while. I'm tired and have to keep vigil all day long. I'm afraid I'll fall asleep while walking."
The young man walked forward without looking back, still complaining: "To save money, Dog Construction Company let us migrant workers look at the materials..."
As he walked, he suddenly noticed that the younger brother behind him had stopped talking.
"What's wrong? Why don't you say anything? You still want to scare me. Brother, I have worked on more construction sites than you and you have moved more bricks. You still want to scare me..."
The young man turned around and shone on his little brother. His face turned pale under the light.
"Brother...brother, brother, what is this..."
The junior looked at a dark thing on the ground, which looked like the internal organs of some kind of creature.
"...Maybe a wild cat died here."
The young man's tone became less calm.
Because he has worked on many construction sites, he often hears ghost stories about construction sites from his colleagues.
Reminiscent of the sound and fire just now, the young man's heart began to tremble.
"Okay, okay, it's almost done. Anyway, the camera also saw us getting up to patrol and asked, so we have a reason for the business trip. Go back quickly."
After saying that, he waved his hand and walked outside.
The next moment, his foot stepped on something round, soft and elastic.
"Fuck!!!"
"Ah ah ah ah ah!"
Two horrified screams echoed throughout the construction site.
the next day.
The young man who moved bricks and the young man leaned on the sofa in the interrogation room and took a nap together.
Yesterday, I worked hard all day moving bricks, kept vigil at night, and was taken to the police station for questioning in the middle of the night. So many things happened, even if I really saw a ghost yesterday, I still couldn't resist the temptation of the Sandman.
The considerate policeman put his usual night-duty blankets on the two of them. Without the air conditioner, it would be like a steam oven inside. If it was turned on, they would need to cover themselves with something to avoid catching a cold.
Thinking back to yesterday's questioning of these two living treasures, the police wanted to laugh.
‘You two were the first discoverers of the body?’ the criminal police team members asked with serious expressions after they arrived.
'Yes, comrade police, who would have thought that you would step on an eyeball while walking!'
'Did you hear any other noises related to the victim?'
'Yes, yes, before we came here we heard a sound like a balloon exploding, and after a while we saw fire.'
'Did you hear the victim scream?'
'No, no, it was my brother who shouted at the top of his lungs...'
'No...that's brother. Your shout startled me...I also screamed...' the young man said softly.
'Huh? You mean you're not afraid? You were scared like a chicken when you came here.'
'No, brother, your voice is so permeable, I...'
These two should talk about cross talk. Moving bricks on a construction site is simply unworthy of their talents.
The policeman took a bite of the bun and thought to himself.
It was dawning, and a man in his thirties, wearing a khaki coat and a shaved head, walked into the police station with steady steps.
The man's gaze was as sharp as a sword, making people afraid to look directly at him.
Behind him was a young man with flowing hair dyed dark yellow.
The young man is wearing a T-shirt with anime characters printed on it, and a metal skull ring on each middle finger of both hands. If you look closely, you can see that he is actually quite young.
However, this yellow-haired man with a sullen face followed reluctantly behind the short-haired man.
The moment the two entered the door, the police officer on duty thought that a new colleague had come to the door with a thief.
After checking the IDs of the two people, I realized that they were sent by the superiors to investigate the case.
Those two migrant workers were supposed to be handed over to the criminal police team, but they were temporarily detained by the superiors. It seemed that they were waiting for these two people.
The policeman looked at the two people with completely opposite temperaments and felt a little curious. It was the first time he saw someone wearing such... unique clothes while handling a case.