Haunted Tool Room

Niu Dazhi continued toward the Tool Room, puzzled.

When he was almost at his destination, the strange "clang, clang" suddenly became clear. It sounded as though it was coming from the Tool Room not far away.

And from the second floor.

"What are they doing? How'd they make so much noise?"

He glanced over. The lights on both floors of the Tool Room were on. Besides the strange clanging, it sounded as if someone inside was moving things around, making a series of "hiss, hiss, hiss" noises.

He happened to be there to look for someone, so curiosity led him outside the Tool Room.

But.

When he approached and looked in through the window, he found that all the lights were on and the door was open, yet there wasn't a single person in sight.

Clang... clang...

Hiss, hiss, hiss...

The sound of the door closing and boxes being dragged grew clearer.

And it was definitely coming from upstairs.

Niu Dazhi was certain the box was one of the cardboard boxes left in the corner, which they hadn't had time to throw away. The boxes still contained various discarded metal parts and such, making them extremely heavy.

The things were useless and could only be sold as scrap metal.

But because of the accounting records, they couldn't simply be thrown away or sold. They could only be temporarily piled up here.

They still served as some kind of "asset."

"Fuck!"

"Could Old Yang be stealing things?"

"No way."

"What thief would leave the door and lights wide open without even getting a vehicle?"

With that thought, Niu Dazhi went to the door and called upstairs, "Old Yang, are you there?"

Very soon.

The sounds of things being moved and doors being closed upstairs stopped.

Then.

A slightly muffled voice answered,