Yang Xiaobao's face was calm, and his mental activities could not be seen at all.
"The key is that the fourth family member came over and made a big fuss, so we wasted a little time."
The man with the dark face said.
The man with thin cheeks called Awei said: "How do you say it?"
"I must ask the boss to pay for it. After all, people died here."
Hearing this, Yang Xiaobao understood where the two people had gone.
"Okay, it doesn't care about our business, let's go back to sleep." The old man in his fifties looked at Yang Xiaobao and said.
The three of them walked towards their dormitory, while Yang Xiaobao pretended to take something and opened the trunk.
After they had walked for a few minutes, Yang Xiaobao closed the trunk and tiptoed to the door of their dormitory.
Then I heard a quarrel coming from inside.
"Awei, do you want to tell the truth to that young man named Yang?"
It was the voice of the man in his fifties.
"What are you talking about? How could I tell others such things?"
"Hmph, I think you just want to talk to him about that." It was the dark-faced man's voice, "Don't deny it."
"Three people have died now, who knows who will be next?" Awei said.
"We'll leave tomorrow!" said the man in his fifties. "Whether we get the money or not, we'll leave tomorrow."
"Boss, this won't work. We spent a lot of money to hire a Taoist priest. We must get the wages before we leave." The man with a dark face said.
"That's right, boss, otherwise our time would have been in vain." Awei said.
There was silence for a while, and then Yang Xiaobao heard the man in his fifties sigh and say: "Tomorrow we will go to Mr. Lin's company to ask for money, and we must get the money back."
Then there was another moment of silence.
Then, a creaking sound was heard, the door was opened, and a man's head stuck out and looked around.
Not seeing anyone, he retreated again.
After the door closed, Yang Xiaobao slowly stood out from the darkness.
Fortunately, he hid in time, otherwise he would have been discovered by the dark-faced guy.
Yang Xiaobao slowly walked back to his dormitory, still feeling very puzzled.
What exactly is that thing they are talking about?
From listening to their conversation, Yang Xiaobao knew that the deaths of those three people must be related to what they said.
Did Awei tell him that?
It seems that he needs to find an opportunity to have a good talk with this Awei.
Yang Xiaobao called Lin Tairan and told Lin Tairan what he had just heard.
The main thing I'm talking about is that they want wages.
Lin Tairan sighed and said: "If they really come to the company to ask for money, I have to give it to them. Xiaobao, you know, migrant workers cannot be owed wages."
How could Yang Xiaobao not know this?
But he said: "Mr. Lin, you can give them the money, but can you delay it for a day and give it to them the day after tomorrow? Is that okay?"
"Xiaobao, is there any difference between these two days?" Lin Tairan asked.
Yang Xiaobao smiled and said: "Of course there is a difference, just listen to me and delay it for a day."
"Could it be that this day, you can find out the truth?"
Yang Xiaobao smiled and said, "It should be okay."
"Then I will postpone it for one more day." Lin Tairan said, "This is nothing to me."
After hanging up the phone, Yang Xiaobao looked at yesterday and stayed until early morning. Then he went to the highest point of the construction site, hid in the darkness, and waited quietly.
He looked around the construction site and saw no wandering souls or ghosts, let alone any resentful ghosts.
It seems that it is wrong to say that this construction site used to be a cemetery.
Like yesterday, Yang Xiaobao didn't sleep in the dormitory until around four o'clock in the morning.
That night, I still found nothing and didn't see anything.
Yang Xiaobao returned to the dormitory and slept until the afternoon.
He was woken up by a loud noise.
Yang Xiaobao walked out with blurred eyes and saw many workers standing outside, discussing something enthusiastically.
Yang Xiaobao grabbed a person and asked, "What's wrong? What happened?"
"Nothing happened. Today we went to the big boss's company to ask for our wages."
Yang Xiaobao said oh and asked calmly: "What was the result?"
"Mr. Lin has promised us that we will be paid our wages tomorrow." This guy said with excitement, "We can finally go back!"
"That's great."
Yang Xiaobao said, turned around and walked towards his dormitory.
He saw the thin-cheeked man named Awei standing in the crowd, staring at him.
Yang Xiaobao walked directly into his dormitory as if he didn't see him at all.
Since Lin Tairan agreed to pay them wages, success or failure only depends on this night.
This is also the night of the third day, and I don’t know if that “thing” will come.
On this day, except for eating, he stayed in the dormitory.
Even when Lin Yingwan called him and asked him to go out to play, he declined.
Until about 11 o'clock in the evening, Yang Xiaobao had never left the house.
Maybe because I got my salary tomorrow, the construction site was much busier than usual.
They decided to leave here after getting their salary, so they had a big drink before leaving.
These workers bought a lot of cold dishes and cheap liquor, ate and drank together, and talked about all kinds of fun things.
Seeing this lively scene, it seems that the previous deaths have been forgotten.
They also selectively forgot Yang Xiaobao and left him alone in the dormitory.
Yang Xiaobao didn't care about this, and was a little happy.
While everyone was still busy, he quietly slipped to the place where he had been hiding for the past two days.
Sitting on a high scaffold, Yang Xiaobao listened to these workers punching and drinking.
They didn't leave until about one o'clock in the morning.
After the construction site became quiet, Yang Xiaobao breathed a long sigh of relief.
The workers drank and took advantage of Yang Xiaobao's wishes.
Only after drinking alcohol will they sleep even more deeply and will not know what will happen next.
Yang Xiaobao waited patiently until three o'clock in the morning.
Just when he thought that "thing" would not come again, he suddenly saw a figure walking vaguely from a distance.
Judging from the outline of this figure, there is no doubt that it is a human being.
But the walking posture of this figure is very strange.
The correct statement is that this person has no walking movements at all.
It is said to be walking, but actually it is more accurate to say sliding.
Because the two legs have nothing to move forward.
When the figure floated under the street lamp, Yang Xiaobao saw that it was surrounded by a thick black gas.
This black gas is like a moth under a layer of lamps.
Seeing this situation, Yang Xiaobao felt happy. He knew what was coming and finally came.