Chapter 336 Bell
On the other end of the city, an old canning factory is shrouded in the rain.
The cold chain car slowly drove in, the tires ran over the accumulated water, and the splashed water was filled with strange oil.
The car door opened, and the driver Lao Zhang and porter Xiao Wang jumped out of the car. The rain hit their raincoats, making a dense "crackling" sound.
"Squeak—"
Accompanied by a harsh "creak", the cabinet door slowly opened, and in an instant, a biting cold air came from the depths of the car, with the smell of coldness and silence.
The low humming of the refrigerator in the car was amplified several times, and the air conditioner lingered in the air, condensed into a thin layer of mist.
The frozen blood frost covered the glass wall, forming a strange pattern. The reflections of the two people were reflected on the frosted glass, and their faces were filled with horror. "What's that?"
Xiao Wang's voice was trembling, pointing at the bloody and bloody patches against the glass.
Lao Zhang held up the flashlight and the beam of light passed through the winding cold air.
Among the pile of frozen fish, a round thing lay quietly.
It was a human head, with fine ice crystals on the eyelashes and eyebrows, holes exploded on the back of the head, and blood frozen on the remaining cerebral scalp hair, like a layer of dark red glaze.
What is even more creepy is that the corners of the human head raised slightly, as if they were having an unfinished dream or solving a puzzle.
Old Zhang's voice was so dry that it was not like his own: "It seems like a head."
"No... no? Did you put this thing in our car?"
Xiao Wang's face was pale, and he stared at Lao Zhang while retreating, his eyes full of vigilance and distrust.
Old Zhang turned around suddenly and said angrily: "Fuck! Why am I pretending to be this thing??"
Old Zhang's flashlight was shaking, and the beam of light was jumping on the head: "Can you pretend it was?"
Xiao Wang's breathing became rapid: "Am I fucking crazy? Put a head in the car?"
A brief silence enveloped the two, only the humming sound of the refrigerator echoed in the narrow space.
Xiao Wang's hand trembled into his pocket. As soon as the phone lit up, it was pressed down by Lao Zhang. The force almost made Xiao Wang throw the phone away. "What are you doing?" Xiao Wang was stunned and subconsciously glared at Lao Zhang: "Report the case, otherwise!"
"What case is reported?" Lao Zhang almost squeezed out these words from his teeth.
He held Xiao Wang's wrist tightly, his eyes were dim, and his voice was even lower. "Callergy is here, can you explain clearly? If they ask where the lower body of the head is, can we take it out?" Xiao Wang felt his whole body numb and he felt like a stone was stuck in his throat.
He swallowed, and the Adam's apple rolled hard, and the sound was smaller than that of a mosquito: "Then...what do?"
"Cool salad!"
Lao Zhang gritted his teeth, with a sense of ruthlessness in his voice, "Just pretend we didn't see anything. Hurry up and unload the goods and don't cause trouble for yourself."
Half an hour later, the assembly line of the workshop began to operate.
The robotic arm sent the frozen "natural fresh meat" together with the synthetic frozen fish into the meat grinder. The huge gears began to rotate, making a low roar.
The moment the gear bites, the muffled sound of the separation of flesh and blood is completely covered in the noise of the machine.
The scarlet meat paste slowly flowed into the can along the pipe. Next to the assembly line, the female workers were wearing masks and numbly repeated the packaging movements.
Their eyes were hollow and their movements were stiff. No one looked at the contents in the can, as if all of this had nothing to do with them.
Outside the window, the heavy rain still exists.
The rain hit the iron roof, making a rapid crackling sound, as if warning something, or as a whisper of despair.
The cold white light of the workshop headlights made the entire factory extremely bleak. The lights projected onto the exterior wall of the factory. The slogan that had already peeled and mottled could be vaguely identified: "Natural ingredients, a healthy choice."
The rain flowed along the wall and gathered into the drainage ditch outside the workshop, taking away a few wisps of dark red liquid, and seeping into the city's huge blood vessels - the sewer system...
Relying on the old family area of the canning processing plant, Han Zheng dragged his tired body and stepped on a pool of water. The water splashed on his trouser legs, and the coolness climbed up to his heart along his legs.
He lowered his head, his suit was wrinkled, his briefcase was firmly clamped under his armpit, and the umbrella in his hand was crookedly supported. The rain still wet his face and shoulders mercilessly.
He raised his head and looked at the weary scenes around him. The mottled walls, crumbling windows and rusty iron doors made him feel an indescribable irritation.
From childhood to adulthood, his family has lived under the shadow of this canning factory.
Father, mother, and later he and his younger brother all became workers in canning factories. Day after day, mechanical labor.
Cans are never left on the dining table at home, so Han Zheng wants to vomit when he smells the can. He doesn't even go to the canning factory if he beats him to death.
After paying some price, he succeeded, and he entered the government building and became a glorious temporary worker in the prison system department. "Damn the prison department, treating me as a beast every day, is even darker than a canning factory."
Han Zheng complained while walking, muttering in a low voice, his angered tone mixed with helplessness. "The canning factory has some cans at least, but these leaders only know..."
No mistakes, one song, one content, one book, one bar, one reading!
His voice was drowned by the sound of rain, the stone brick roads in the alley were slippery and muddy, and leather shoes made a low "gurgling" sound when stepping on the puddle.
His suit trousers were already soaked, and the rain oozed down the trousers and felt cold and uncomfortable, but he was too lazy to stop and sort out, and just wanted to go home quickly and throw this bad night behind his head.
当他拐过第三个巷口时，步伐却突然停住。
一根裸露的电线垂落在路中央，像一条静静潜伏的毒蛇，在风中微微摇曳，尾端不时迸出细小的火花，在雨夜里噼啪作响，好不危险。
电线离地面并不算低，但雨水汇聚成的小水洼却像暗藏杀机的陷阱，似乎只要稍有不慎，触电的噩运就会降临。
Han Zheng frowned, stared at the wire, and muttered: "The telephone poles are always disrepair. Every time it rains, someone will accidentally be electrocuted. Where is the people above? They never care about it, hum—"
He complained angrily, took out his cell phone and wanted to call the police.
But he looked at the screen, and there was only 3% of the remaining battery left on it, and finally sighed and put the phone back.
"Forget it, just wait for someone to call the police,"
Han Zheng whispered himself and shook his head. "Anyway, I won't electrocute me."
Just as he was about to bypass the wire, a strange whistle came into his eardrums.
The sound seemed to come from a far place, and it seemed to be directly heard in my mind.
Han Zheng's eyelids couldn't help but sink, and he staggered.
Han Zheng suddenly woke up and felt a little scared.
However, it was too late - just as he tried to stabilize the center of gravity, the leather shoes under his feet stepped on a loose stone. He lost his balance and threw himself forward out of control.
At the same time, the briefcase in his hand flew out, drew an arc and hit the telephone pole not far away.
The metal thermos in the bag rolled down, and a deadly raft rolled out of the accumulated water.
Han Zheng fell heavily in the water, and mud splashed everywhere, instantly making his suit messy.
He wanted to get up, but he felt like he was frozen.
Fear grabbed his nerves, his pupils magnified infinitely in the darkness, reflecting the slowly rolling thermos - the stainless steel surface was reflected by the arc of the cold light.
…………
(This chapter ends)