Asking what love in the world is, it is only a promise between life and death.
Love has always been something that people yearn for, it seems to symbolize innocence, kindness, and beauty. But if someone wrote such a poem on the gray wall with blood, it would be a bit creepy. At this moment, Gu Chen and I are standing in a building that has not yet been built.
This building has been capped and has a total of thirty floors.
And the floor where the poems were written in blood is the 15th floor, an impartial position, a position that is neither above nor below. There is no elevator. Poor me, when I climbed the fifteenth floor, I felt like I was going to vomit blood from exhaustion.
This building has not been started for a while. I heard that the real estate agent's budget was missing a zero, and it was only halfway through the construction that the budget was found to be far from enough, so it was stopped here. Lao Zhang has been working here for more than a month. His daily task is to prevent people from sneaking into the construction site to steal steel. He eats, drinks and sleeps on the construction site.
Although the developer miscalculated the budget, it is more than enough to support an idler like Lao Zhang.
Lao Zhang killed another dog last night, and he found that there were more stray dogs and cats recently. Perhaps this huge construction site is not popular at all, so it has become a paradise for animals. Those cats and dogs ran in through the gaps in the fence of the construction site.
Lao Zhang has special dog beating skills.
Generally, Lao Zhang would not attack those dogs with collars or expensive breeds. They were obviously dogs owned by someone. Lao Zhang sometimes finds it strange that people in the city call their sons dogs, but they call their dogs sons.
Lao Zhang felt that he had been crushed by the wheels of the times.
But for those stray dogs that no one keeps, Lao Zhang has never softened his heart.
Lao Zhang said those stray cats should be thankful that their meat is sour.
This place is like Lao Zhang's kingdom.
Until last night, Lao Zhang found an intruder.
Lao Zhang must check the situation in each building every night, which is a rule. But in fact, even if Lao Zhang was absent from work for a few days, no one would probably find out. But Lao Zhang still does this every day. This is not to say that Lao Zhang is so responsible, it is because Lao Zhang wants to catch dogs.
Since Lao Zhang discovered that there were more stray dogs, Lao Zhang would go to various corridors to design traps every night, and he could catch dogs every night.
Last night, Lao Zhang still did the same thing, but what Lao Zhang caught was not a dog, but a person. He had just freed his foot from the rope when Lao Zhang approached him.
Lao Zhang didn't know what this man was doing here in the middle of the night, just as he wanted to give him a lesson, this man ran away. In the night, Lao Zhang didn't see clearly what this young man's face looked like, he only knew it was a tall man. Old Zhang didn't know if the person was about 1.7 meters tall, or even if it was a man or a woman.
In fact, Lao Zhang didn't care about it, thinking that this was just a stupid thief who came to steal but accidentally stepped on his own trap. But at this time, Lao Zhang heard something moving in the empty building. When Lao Zhang used his flashlight to shine upstairs, he found nothing.
But Lao Zhang did hear the voice: "Dick tick."
A gust of wind blew up.
The construction site is actually pitch black, and the cost of turning on the lights at night is almost higher than Lao Zhang’s salary for a day, which is obviously not worthwhile. The only light was an old-fashioned flashlight in Lao Zhang's hand. Lao Zhang walked a little farther and looked back at the towering buildings. The windows looked like the eyes of monsters.
Lao Zhang was very scared, but decided to go upstairs to have a look.
Sometimes curiosity is a stronger emotion than fear. Lao Zhang climbed upstairs step by step. In the silent night, he could only hear his footsteps echoing in the building. Lao Zhang walked up step by step, and he came to the fifteenth floor.
As soon as he reached the fifteenth floor, Lao Zhang smelled a bloody smell. He hurried around with a flashlight to take pictures, and someone wrote on the wall. Lao Zhang is illiterate, he can't even write his own name. His parents died when he was very young, and he never had a single lesson.
Old Zhang understood. He recently learned a new term called Sha Matt. Lao Zhang thought that the boy who ran away just now should be Sha Matt. They like to scribble on the wall.
Lao Zhang approached the wall with a flashlight, looking at the words he couldn't understand one by one. Suddenly he tripped and felt something rolling down, so he immediately took a photo with the flashlight.
Lao Zhang found a bucket in the corner, and the blood in it spilled all over the floor. He quickly helped him up, this bucket Lao Zhang was very familiar with.
Lao Zhang has never been a person who wastes food. Dogs are full of treasures, and he will make dog blood into blood tofu to eat. In this respect, Lao Zhang can be regarded as a foodie. This bucket is usually used by Lao Zhang to hold dog blood, but he didn't expect it to be stolen and scribbled by that little bastard.
Lao Zhang cursed loudly, and he walked back with his dog's blood in his hands.
Halfway through the journey, Lao Zhang couldn't help but smeared a little blood on his hands to eat. When he put his finger in his mouth, Lao Zhang froze in place after taking a sip.
The next day, after thinking about it again and again, Lao Zhang chose to call the police.
So Gu Chen and I appeared here, and then saw someone write such a love poem on the wall.
It can be concluded that when the person wrote this poem last night, the blood was still not coagulated, and a few bloodstains slowly flowed down the wall. However, it cannot be concluded that the blood must be human based on what Lao Zhang said, and it will have to be tested at that time.
"Come here in the middle of the night to draw ghosts." Gu Chen muttered.
"You two, come down!" Lao Zhang shouted from below: "It's terrible, there is a dog with a head in its mouth!"
A dog with a head in its mouth
We stood on the fifteenth floor and looked down.
A husky walks across the street with a head in its mouth.
It was a woman's head, the long hair covered the facial features, and her face could not be seen clearly. It seems that there is no blood on her head, and there is no blood dripping from her neck. It seems that the blood should have been coagulated. The side of the woman's head is slightly sunken.
Those around me forgot to even scream. The owner of the dog watched his husky walking towards him, and opened his mouth blankly. He would never have imagined that the frisbee he threw was obviously a frisbee, but how the dog picked it up turned out to be a head.
Looking at the human head in the dog's mouth, I couldn't help but say, "What is this!"
When Gu Chen and I came downstairs, the hostess of the husky was slumped on the ground. The people around shouted, and I hurriedly shouted: "We are both plainclothes, everyone stay away."
"Get this out of the dog's mouth quickly." I said to Gu Chen.
Gu Chen said, "How can I do this!"
"Beauty tricks, bitter tricks, you can do it however you like." I said.
Gu Chen used various methods, and when Gu Chen saw more and more onlookers, his anger grew from his heart to evil, and he threw the huskies down. I was also drunk when I got reduced to fighting with dogs.
Fortunately, Gu Chen's skill was really not covered, so he finally snatched it out.
I took off my short sleeves, wrapped the head, and got into the car.
"This is probably the falling thing that Lao Zhang mentioned last night." I said to Gu Chen.
Gu Chen said in an awkward tone: "That is to say, the young man from before went upstairs with a head in his arms and wrote a few love poems in blood?"
Creepy.
Then when he went downstairs, he stepped into Lao Zhang's trap.
Logically speaking, it should be so good, but from my perceptual level, it should not be so. If I were such a calm and fervent poet, I would never be found by panicking by stepping on a dog trap. So, what did the young man trapped that night do, and who was the person who wrote it
"Why are you shirtless?" Xiao Liu saw me, and said, "What's wrapped in the clothes, watermelon? It looks like it's frozen!"
Xiao Liu followed me into Team Leader Shao's office while talking: "I'll show you how this melon is. I'm a veteran."
As he spoke, Xiao Liu pulled off his short sleeves.
"This, this is a human head!"