The Monster I Was Redeemed

It didn't take long for the cracks to disappear, and the two workers who were in charge of the night vigil walked towards the building with their flashlights that were dying.

"The fire just now was on the other side of the building?" one of the older workers wondered.

"Brother, did you see it too? I thought it was an illusion. Could it be someone smoking there?"

A youthful-looking boy of about eighteen or nineteen asked the person beside him.

The boy's hands are rough, there is a scratch on the back of his right hand, and there are blood blisters on his fingers. It seems that he has not yet adapted to life on the construction site.

He is now holding a flashlight in his left hand, trying to avoid rubbing the wound and causing infection.

"So bright, do you use a gas stove to light a cigarette?"

The boy's problem ushered in the contempt of his elder brother. He pulled out two short steel bars from the stockpile and handed one of them to the boy.

"Brother, what are you doing with this..."

The teenager moved the flashlight to his right hand nervously, and then took the short steel bar.

"Where does all this nonsense come from, take self-defense, you are new here, and you don't know this line of work."

The twenty-seven-eight-year-old youth said impatiently.

"There are always bastards around here who steal cement and steel bars to exchange for cigarettes. Some bastards have knives. They won't be polite to you."

"Is this going to cause trouble if you hit someone..." The young man was very entangled in his heart. He was both afraid of hitting someone and being stabbed at the same time.

The young man led the way, and the young man followed behind him to illuminate him.

"The boss is ready at the police station. When he sees it, he greets them directly. Try to hit the thighs and not the head."

With the protection of his predecessors, the young man felt a lot more at ease, but the next sentence made his heart that he just put down once again hang up.

"The voice just now came from here, right? There are a lot of people with such a big commotion."

Hearing what the senior said, the young man became nervous again. There were only two of them on his side. Wouldn't it be a disadvantage if there were too many confrontations? Is it safer to call a few more people over?

"Are there many people?" the boy asked.

"It sounds like it, go and see it and you'll know."

After speaking, the brick-moving senior held a flashlight in one hand and dragged the steel bar diagonally in the other, so that it was convenient to throw a whip when encountering a thief.

The young man followed behind him, cringing and taking pictures everywhere.

The two walked around for a while and found nothing.

"Brother, slow down, my heart is a little fuzzy, and I always feel something." The boy whispered.

The moment he stepped into this half-built building, the young man began to feel inexplicable heart palpitations, and there was a voice in his mind urging him to leave quickly.

It will be fine tomorrow...

The young man shrank, shivering in the hot weather.

"Then go for a quick walk. It's better to walk under the camera twice. If it weren't for the bright light, I'm afraid that the foreman will see it tomorrow.

The building was empty, and there was no half-person figure, and the young man's vigilance immediately dropped.

He yawned and walked erratically, with an appearance of lack of blood.

"Brother, do you think people have died here? Why does it feel so cold?"

The young man followed behind the young man and asked.

"Don't be crazy, you have heard too many ghost stories, you are weak, go back and buy a pack of wolfberry to drink."

The youth did not take the words of the youth to heart.

"I mean the soles of my feet are cold."

The boy added, and flashed a flashlight at his feet.

"That's your kidney deficiency, why don't you say that there is a corpse under your feet? After reading it, go back and take a nap for a while. I have to watch the night when I'm tired all day. I'm afraid I'll fall asleep while walking.

"

The young man walked forward without looking back, still complaining, "Gou Construction Company let us migrant workers look at the materials in order to save money..."

As he was walking, he suddenly found that the younger brother behind him did not speak.

"What's the matter? Why don't you say anything, you still want to scare me, brother, I have worked on more construction sites than you have moved, and you want to scare me..."

The young man turned to look at the younger brother, and his face turned pale under the illumination of the light.

"Brother...Brother, brother, what is this..."

The junior looked at a black thing on the ground that looked like the internal organs of some kind of creature.

"...Maybe a wild cat died here."

The young man's tone also began to be unsteady.

It is because he has worked on many construction sites, so he usually listens to colleagues telling ghost stories about construction sites.

Thinking of the sound and fire just now, the young man's heart began to tremble.

"It's alright, it's almost done. Anyway, the camera also saw the two of us get up to inspect and ask, and there is a reason for the difference, so hurry back."

After he finished speaking, he waved his hands and raised his feet and walked outside.

The next moment his foot stepped on something round, soft and elastic.

"Fuck!!!"

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

Two terrified screams resounded throughout the construction site.

the next day.

The brick-moving youth and the teenager were leaning against the sofa in the interrogation room and dozing off.

Yesterday, I worked hard to move bricks all day, kept vigil at night, and was taken to the police station for questioning in the middle of the night. After so many things happened, even if I really saw a ghost yesterday, I couldn't resist the temptation of the Sandman.

The caring policemen put their blankets on the two of them on duty at night. If the air conditioner is not turned on, it will be like a steam oven.

Recalling the questioning of these two living treasures yesterday, the police wanted to laugh.

‘You two were the first discoverers of the corpse? ' The criminal police team asked with a serious expression when they arrived.

'Yes, comrade police, who would have thought of stepping on an eyeball while walking! ’

'Have you heard any other voices related to the victim? ’

'Yes, yes, there was a sound like a balloon popping before we came, and a little while later we saw fire. ’

'Have you heard the victim scream? ’

"No, no, it was my brother who screamed..."

"No...that's brother, your cry startled me...I followed suit..." The boy whispered.

'what? You mean you're not afraid? When he came over, he was frightened like a chicken. ’

"No, brother, your voice is too penetrating, I..."

These two people should be talking about cross talk. Moving bricks on the construction site is a shame.

The policeman bit the bun and thought to himself.

The sky was bright, and a man in his thirties who wore a khaki coat and had a slender inch walked into the police station with steady steps.

The man's eyes were as cold as swords, making people dare not look directly.

Behind him was a young man whose hair was dyed dark yellow.

The young man wore a T-shirt with anime characters printed on it, and wore a metal skull ring on each of his middle fingers. If you look closely, he is actually quite old.

However, this yellow-haired man with Zhang Sima's face collapsed, and reluctantly followed behind the inch-headed man.

The moment the two entered the door, the police on duty thought that a new colleague had brought a thief to the door.

After checking the documents of the two, I realized that this was sent by the above to investigate the case.

The two migrant workers should have been handed over to the Criminal Police Team, but they were temporarily detained by their superiors. It seemed that they were waiting for them.

Looking at the two people with completely opposite temperaments, the police officer was a little curious in his heart. It was the first time he saw someone handling a case wearing such...chic.