The Unseen Umbrella

"Really? How did the driver die this time?" Mu Rufeng asked anxiously upon hearing the news.

"My wife told me at noon, a car accident," Old Wang said in a low voice.

Old Wang's wife worked as a receiving clerk in the Liquor Warehouse.

"Could it be that the feng shui here is bad?" Mu Rufeng muttered to himself.

"Isn't that right? And, let me tell you, when those two drivers died, it seemed like there was an umbrella next to them," Old Wang lowered his voice.

"An umbrella?" Uncle Liu and Mu Rufeng looked confused.

"Yes, an umbrella. It's very strange. My wife..."

"Hey, hey, hey, what are you three doing? Hurry up and unload the goods. There's another truckload waiting to be unloaded."

Just then, a man in a red vest walked out from the warehouse.

The three of them turned to look and saw the warehouse supervisor. They grumbled a couple of words, put down the water and drinks they were holding, and walked towards the trailer.

Mu Rufeng went to the goods, took down a piece of cargo, and began to stack them.

This truckload consisted of 1.5-liter bottles of Nongfu Spring, with 12 bottles per case. The water alone weighed 18 kilograms per case.

Because the weather was hot, he wasn't wearing gloves. After unloading only half the truckload, Mu Rufeng's hands were already starting to ache.

"Old Liu, Old Wang, and Little Mu, don't just chat aimlessly, alright?" Supervisor Ma Jun came up to the three of them and said.

"Okay," Old Liu replied.

"Got it, Brother Jun," Mu Rufeng also nodded.

"Hey, Brother Jun, is that umbrella thing really that strange?" Old Wang, who feared nothing, quietly asked.

"Don't ask about this, don't pry, and don't spread rumors. The leaders upstairs have given a strict order."

"You guys finish unloading this truck quickly. There's another truckload of C'estbon Water to unload," Ma Jun instructed and then left.

After Ma Jun left, the three of them stopped discussing the topic.

The young Mu Rufeng still couldn't contain his curiosity and asked Uncle Wang again.

Uncle Liu didn't say anything, but he was also very curious.

After all, loading and unloading were boring and tiring, and having something to talk about could relieve some fatigue.

"This is all what my wife heard. She just told me last night. Don't spread it around after I tell you, so Ma Jun doesn't nag," Uncle Wang said.

"Don't worry, my lips are sealed," Mu Rufeng patted his chest.

Soon, Uncle Wang began to speak.

The two drivers who died were both delivery drivers for the Liquor Warehouse.

The first driver died early Monday morning this week.

A driver from the same dormitory went back to change clothes and saw the driver's body.

He died gruesomely, with irregular wounds all over his body, looking as if he had been gnawed by a wild beast.

Mu Rufeng hadn't seen this photo. Although it was posted in the group chat, it was deleted in less than an hour.

The investigation afterward had not yet yielded any results.

When the company leaders arrived to handle the situation, they found an umbrella in the room.

The leaders didn't pay much attention to it, thinking it belonged to someone in the dormitory.

The second driver died last night.

He was hit by a reversing truck and died at the bottom of the loading dock.

There were rumors that the driver might have already been dead before being hit.

Later, the leader came to handle the incident again.

Then, the strange thing happened: next to the deceased driver, there was indeed a black long-handled umbrella.

The leader asked someone to pick up the umbrella, but the people around them all claimed they didn't see any umbrella.

This leader seemed to know something and immediately issued a gag order, forbidding the matter from spreading.

However, even with the gag order, everyone was bored and gossiped, and the news spread completely.

"Alright, alright, this is too creepy. Let's get back to unloading," Uncle Liu took a deep drag from his cigarette, then flicked the butt away and continued unloading.

"Yeah, let's unload," Mu Rufeng nodded and also got back to work.

He didn't really feel anything in his heart, after all, as a successor of socialism, how could he believe in such things.

By the time Mu Rufeng and the other two finished unloading the truckload of C'estbon Water, it was already seven in the evening.

The sun had set, but the sky wasn't dark yet; in fact, it was still quite bright.

"Let's go eat first. After eating, there's still a truckload of Wanglaoji," Uncle Liu said.

"Yeah, I'm so hungry my limbs are weak," Mu Rufeng felt like he could eat a whole cow right now.

"You guys go ahead, my wife brought me lunch," Uncle Wang said, waving his hand.

"Alright."

Mu Rufeng and Uncle Liu walked towards the cafeteria.

The cafeteria was not close to the Liquor Warehouse, it was a good three hundred meters away.

As Hunan's local community group buying platform, they had rented the entire logistics park as a transit and storage warehouse.

Not to mention anything else, their Liquor Warehouse alone was ten thousand square meters.

The entire logistics park had a Liquor Warehouse, Grain and Oil Warehouse, Appliances, Daily Use Goods, Produce, Premium Goods, Returns Warehouse, and many others.

It was a pity that due to the pressure from Ugly Group Preferred, their traffic was stolen, and their business plummeted.

"Huh?" Suddenly, Mu Rufeng spotted an umbrella lying quietly on the cement ground ahead.

The umbrella was black with a long handle, just placed there on the cement ground several meters away.

Mu Rufeng was very sure; he hadn't seen this umbrella just moments ago. It seemed to have appeared out of nowhere.

Mu Rufeng's steps halted.

"What's wrong?" Uncle Liu also stopped and asked.

"Uncle Liu, there's an umbrella over there," Mu Rufeng said, pointing at the umbrella.

However, what Uncle Liu said next made Mu Rufeng's heart skip a beat.

"An umbrella? Where's an umbrella?" Uncle Liu glanced over, asking with a confused expression.

"Uncle Liu, there's clearly an umbrella there," Mu Rufeng said, swallowing hard and staring intently at the umbrella.

"Little Mu, you're trying to scare your Uncle Liu. There's no umbrella, let's go quickly, or we won't have any dishes left."

Uncle Liu waved his hand, thinking Mu Rufeng was joking with him, and strode forward.

Mu Rufeng even saw Uncle Liu step on the umbrella.

It was a very strange sight; Uncle Liu's foot went right through the umbrella and onto the ground, as if the umbrella didn't exist.

And Uncle Liu seemed completely unaware.

Mu Rufeng admitted he was a little panicked.

Especially since he recalled what Uncle Wang had said earlier.

It was the same black, long-handled umbrella, and no one else could see it, only one person could.

Mu Rufeng took a deep breath to calm himself.

As a successor of socialism, he bypassed the umbrella and quickly caught up to Uncle Liu.

He decided to pretend he hadn't seen the black umbrella.

He was just an ordinary person. When encountering something he couldn't understand, the best choice was to ignore it.

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