The night passed in a hurry. As usual, Chester ate a bunch of fast food and fell asleep under the influence of alcohol. When he opened his eyes again, it was already the next morning.
Looking at the time on his phone, Chester shivered. He did not even have time to wash his face. He grabbed his work clothes and rushed to the door of his house.
There were only ten minutes left before work.
Riding in his tattered pickup truck, Chester rushed to the construction site in a hurry, only to find that the construction site was full of police cars, blocking the main traffic route.
After getting out of the car, Chester immediately walked toward his post, but when he reached the police car, he was stopped. The police officer in charge of the interception signaled him to stop.
"Hey, buddy, can't you see that our police are working on a case here? If you want to go over, it seems that you have to take a detour. "
The police officer stopped Chester and reminded him.
"Buddy, what's going on inside?"
Chester asked immediately while constantly looking inside.
"This has nothing to do with you. Please take a detour."
The police officer did not explain and continued to urge him.
Chester agreed, but he still could not help but poke his head out to look. He suddenly saw the foreman who was usually in charge of him not far away. He was busy explaining something to a man in a suit, and at the same time, he had a fawning look on his face.
Although it was the first time Chester had seen the man, he had long known from the employee roster that this man was the person in charge of dozens of nearby warehouses.
This man's position was probably in the position of manager. Above him was the general manager of the entire Los Angeles warehouse area. It was just that these positions were really out of reach for Chester.
However, these thoughts only flashed through his mind for a moment, because there was something more interesting happening in front of him — three or four police cars blocked this passage, and outside the door of a warehouse that Chester had personally unloaded yesterday, there was a large number of yellow police tape surrounding it. Only a few police officers in charge of investigating the scene with cameras were going in and out of the warehouse.
Seeing this scene, Chester suddenly understood something. He looked at his sweaty foreman gloatingly, wondering maliciously what had happened to the other party.
But at this moment, the foreman suddenly turned his head and saw Chester. Chester only saw the other party's eyes light up, and then he quickly waved his hand. "Hey, Chester, hurry up and come over. What are you still doing there?"
Chester reluctantly pointed at the foreman to the police. Only then did the police understand and step aside.
Chester felt a little guilty. He passed through the line of police cars and walked toward the foreman. When he was in front of the foreman, he was just about to speak when the foreman asked eagerly, "Chester, you seemed to be the last to leave last night. Did you see Leon before you left?"
"Leon?"
Chester was startled, and a thought flashed through his mind. 'Could it be that this big battle is related to Leon?'
Thinking of this, he somehow felt a little guilty, like a child who had done something wrong. So, he quickly said, "I didn't see him. When I finished unloading the last batch of goods, it was already half past six. Leon should have been inside the warehouse at that time. I didn't see him."
"Are you telling the truth?"
At this moment, the man in a suit and leather shoes suddenly spoke and asked in a questioning tone, "You really didn't see Leon before you left last night?"
Chester quickly shook his head and looked at the other party blankly at the same time.
"Oh, by the way, I forgot to introduce you. This is Mr. Connor, the person in charge of our team."
The foreman quickly explained, "Chester, if you have any clues, you must tell us, understand?"
"Understood."
Chester nodded and then asked a little awkwardly, "But what happened to Leon? Could it be that he... "
"Leon is dead."
Before he could ask, the foreman said with some regret, "Joseph found it this morning. He found that the goods in warehouse No. 9 hadn't moved all night, so he ran in to look for Leon, only to find that Leon was dead..."
"How did he die?"
Chester's heart sank and he asked a little heavily.
"You don't have to worry about that."
Before the foreman could answer, Connor spoke first and stopped the conversation between the two. He then looked at the foreman. "I'll leave this to you first. The police said that warehouse No. 9 needs to be sealed off for the time being. In that case, you'll lead everyone to avoid this warehouse and go to other warehouses to work. When Joseph comes back from making his statement, let him start work immediately."
"Understood."
The foreman replied.
Then, Connor glanced at Chester again. Chester quickly lowered his head and saw that the other party immediately turned around and left the scene completely.
"Phew..."
Until the person in charge left completely, Chester saw the foreman secretly breathe a sigh of relief. Then, the foreman waved his hand and instructed Chester, "You heard what Mr. Connor said. The goods in warehouse No. 9 will not be moved for the time being. You can go to warehouse No. 12 to work."
"Okay."
Chester agreed and left on his own.
By the time he climbed onto the crane of warehouse No. 12, his mind was still groggy. Perhaps it was because he did not sleep well last night or because of the news about Leon's death in the morning. In short, Chester's day's work was a little muddle-headed. His whole person was just mechanically unloading the goods transported by the trucks.
The day's work was not leisurely. Chester only rested for an hour during lunch and then worked all day. By the time the last truck cleared all the goods and left, it was already evening before he knew it.
Chester had long been accustomed to this kind of busyness. He finished his work with his mind empty. When he climbed down from the crane, he found that there were no police officers outside warehouse No. 9 in front of him. The warehouse door was locked, and only a few yellow warning tapes still surrounded the warehouse door.
Obviously, after a day of investigation, the group of police officers had also gotten off work.
Chester shrugged and he also walked toward his parking place. However, when he walked to the door of warehouse No. 9, his heart suddenly moved.
He had the key to warehouse No. 9.
At this moment, Chester's breathing suddenly became a little short. He did not know why he was so excited. Perhaps it was the adventurous instinct that had been suppressed in his bones for too long?
His life had been repetitive for too long, so long that he had even gotten used to it. However, when an opportunity for exploration and adventure was placed in front of him, he found how charming and tempting this opportunity was to him...
Now that the police had gotten off work, and the other workers had almost gotten off work, no one would know that he had entered the crime scene. Besides, he was just going in to take a look and see what happened. So what?
Chester took a deep breath. He only felt that the blood in his whole body seemed to be boiling. When was the last time he felt this way? It was probably when he was young, right? Time had worn away his mind and everything. Now, he was resurrected again!
There seemed to be thousands of struggles in his heart. In short, when Chester came back to his senses, he was already standing in front of the door of warehouse No. 9. Then he touched his pocket. In his pocket was the key to warehouse No. 9.
"I'll just take a look, just one look..."
Chester comforted himself in a low voice. Then, he no longer hesitated. He stepped over the obstructing barrier, then took out the key and inserted it into the employee access door next to the door of warehouse No. 9.
Click!
With a crisp sound, the door to the staff entrance opened, revealing the pitch-black space inside.
A familiar damp and musty smell hit his face.
Chester was already very familiar with this smell. He looked at the sky but saw that the sun in the west had only half of its body exposed on the mountain. It was obvious that it was very late. In that case, Chester planned to just take a look inside and leave without wasting too much time.
Thinking of this, Chester walked into the already very dim warehouse and looked along the rows of goods on both sides.
In the darkness, the rows of goods were like shadows in the darkness of the night, dreamy and illusory. Only the setting sun shone through the few windows in the warehouse and hit a certain piece of goods would form a special light.
The intertwining of light and darkness produced a special and mysterious atmosphere, giving Chester the illusion that he was exploring an adventure.
Patter, patter, patter...
Chester walked step by step, his footsteps echoing in the silent warehouse, but he still did not see anything until he had walked more than half the depth of the warehouse.
Leon's body was definitely not there, but there should be something left at the scene of the body, such as... the posture and outline of the body at the time of death, the yellow cards next to various suspicious traces, and so on.
Did he go the wrong way?
Chester showed a puzzled look. He thought about it and suddenly remembered the place where the other party told him to go before he got off work last night. It was a corner of the warehouse with a large pile of steel columns placed there. Could it be that Leon died there?
Thinking of this, Chester immediately stopped, then turned around and walked toward the fork in the goods next to him.
This time, Chester finally guessed correctly. He found what he was looking for not far from where the two of them stood yesterday — an outline of a corpse outlined by white lines and three yellow signs next to it that indicated the location.
This was where Chester had died.
When he saw all this, Chester took a deep breath again and suppressed the thumping heartbeat in his heart. He took out his mobile phone and turned on the flashlight mode so that he could see all the details on the ground as clearly as possible.
Following the light from the phone, Chester showed a puzzled look because from his position, the white outline on the ground did resemble Leon's figure. It was obvious that when Leon died, he was lying on the ground. His limbs were stretched out straight, and the posture of his entire body lying on the ground was like the shape of the letter "A".
But the only strange thing was that the neck of this white human silhouette seemed to be a little unusually long...
Like a primary school student who could not draw simple strokes, the silhouette formed by white lines, whether it was the arms or the legs, were very coordinated, but it was a little strange above the shoulders — above the silhouette's shoulders, it turned out to be a neck that was much longer than that of an ordinary person. Moreover, the neck was slightly curved, like the neck of a duck. It was very uncoordinated.
Chester was a little puzzled. He dared to swear on his mother that Leon absolutely did not have such a long neck. If the other party's neck was really that long, he could have applied for the Guinness World Records long ago and would not have worked this kind of five-to-nine job like him.
So, was it because the policeman in charge of drawing the line had shaken his hand and drew it wrong, or was the deceased not Leon but someone else?
Chester scratched his head and thought with some uncertainty.
But just as he scratched his head with the hand holding the mobile phone, the light from the mobile phone suddenly shone on the corner of a pile of goods on the side. In that corner, a figure flashed past!
“！”
Chester suddenly broke out in a cold sweat. He quickly held the mobile phone steady and shone it at the corner. When he saw what the figure was, he was completely relieved.
It turned out to be a false alarm...
The figure that flashed past was none other than an angel statue.
The material of the statue seemed to be carved from marble and it presented a vivid image of an angel. It had soft curly hair that was close to the head and there was a headband on the top of the head.
The arms and fingers of the statue were carved very realistically and roundly, and the body was covered in the usual wrinkled tulle dress of an angel. The most conspicuous thing was the pair of folded wings that were as soft as feathers...
The only pity was that the angel's hands were tightly covering her face, making it impossible to see her holy eyes and face.
Walking up to the statue, Chester patted his chest and then breathed a sigh of relief.
"Huh..."
But suddenly, there was a flash of inspiration in Chester's mind. He faintly remembered that when he met the other party yesterday, this Leon seemed to be observing a relief sculpture? And on that relief sculpture, there seemed to be a few angels covering their eyes?
Thinking of this, Chester immediately turned around and walked toward the depths of the warehouse according to yesterday's memory. He wanted to look for the mural painted on the steel pillar yesterday again.
Soon, he came to the location where Leon brought him to yesterday.
There were steel bone pillars placed together everywhere. Dozens of them were stacked together, occupying the entire field of vision. Chester raised his head and looked at one of the steel bone pillars —
Sure enough, on this steel pillar, there were three angels covering their eyes, standing or squatting. It was exactly the same as the sculpture he saw before, be it in style or shape.
Wait a minute...
Chester, who was about to breathe a sigh of relief, suddenly paused. He frowned and felt that something was wrong. In his memory, there should be four angels on the mural, two of which were just squatting on the ground, and the other two were standing.
But now, there were only two squatting angels and one standing angel.
Was there something wrong with his memory?
Chester turned his head a little doubtfully and looked in the direction he came from. At this time, the sky was getting darker and darker, and there was only darkness left on the road he came from.
However, the reason why Chester looked there was not because of the darkness, but because he suddenly had an inexplicable thought. Could it be that the angel sculpture he saw just now was the one missing from the previous mural?
The angel on the mural came out?
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