"Really? How did this driver die?"
"My wife told me at noon. A car accident," Old Wang said quietly.
Old Wang's wife worked as a receiving clerk in the Liquor Warehouse.
"Could the feng shui here be bad?" Mu Rufeng muttered.
"Exactly. And let me tell you, when those two Drivers died, there seemed to be an umbrella beside them," Old Wang said in a lowered voice.
"An umbrella?" Uncle Liu and Mu Rufeng were both baffled.
"Yes, an umbrella. It's really creepy. My wife..."
"Hey, hey, hey! What are you three doing? Hurry up and unload! There's another truckload waiting over there!"
Just then, a man in a red vest walked out from the warehouse.
The three turned to look and saw that it was the warehouse supervisor. After muttering a few words, they put down the water and drinks in their hands and headed into the trailer.
Mu Rufeng came before the cargo, carried down a case, and began stacking the goods.
This truck was loaded with 1.5-liter Nongfu Spring. Each case held twelve bottles, and the water alone weighed eighteen kilograms.
Because the weather was scorching, he had not worn gloves. After unloading barely half the truck, Mu Rufeng's hands were already swollen and aching.
"Old Liu, Old Wang, and Xiao Mu, don't gossip when there's nothing to do, understand?" Supervisor Ma Jun said as he came over to the three of them.
"Mm," Old Liu answered.
"Got it, Brother Jun." Mu Rufeng nodded as well.
"Hey, Brother Jun, is that umbrella business really that creepy?" Old Wang feared neither heaven nor earth, and still asked in a low voice.
"Don't ask about this, don't go digging around, and don't spread it around either. The higher-ups have issued a death order."
"Hurry up and finish unloading this truck. There's another truck of C'estbon Water waiting to be unloaded over there." Ma Jun gave his instructions and left.
After Ma Jun left, the three stopped talking about the subject.
Young Mu Rufeng still could not hold himself back. His curiosity was burning, and he asked Uncle Wang again.
Uncle Liu said nothing, but he was just as eager for gossip.
After all, loading and unloading was dull and exhausting. Having something to talk about could ease the fatigue a little.
"This is all what my wife heard. She only told me last night. Don't go spreading it around after I tell you, or Ma Jun will start yammering on again," Uncle Wang said.
"Don't worry. My mouth has always been sealed tight." Mu Rufeng patted his chest.
Very soon, Uncle Wang began telling the story.
The two Drivers who died were both Delivery Drivers from the Liquor Warehouse.
The first driver died in the early hours of Monday this week.
A driver from the same dormitory went back to change clothes and found his corpse.
He died horribly. His entire body was covered in irregular chunks missing, as if he had been gnawed apart by wild beasts.
Mu Rufeng had not seen the photos. Though they had been posted in the group chat, they were deleted in less than an hour.
The investigation afterward still had not yielded any results.
When the company leaders arrived to handle the matter, they found an umbrella in the room.
The leaders did not pay it much mind, assuming it belonged to someone in the dormitory.
The second driver died last night.
He was run over and killed beneath the loading dock by another truck backing up.
There were rumors that he had already been dead before he was hit.
After that, the leader came to handle the incident again.
Then came the eerie part. Beside that dead driver, there was also a black long-handled umbrella.
That leader told someone to pick up the umbrella, but the people around him actually all said they could not see any umbrella.
The leader seemed to realize something and immediately issued a gag order, forbidding anyone from spreading the matter.
But although a gag order had been issued, everyone was bored and loved to gossip, so the news spread everywhere anyway.
"Enough, enough. It gives me the creeps. Hurry up and unload." Uncle Liu took a hard drag from his cigarette, tossed away the butt, and continued unloading.
"Right, back to unloading." Mu Rufeng nodded and got back to work as well.
He did not actually feel much about it. As a successor of socialism, how could he believe in such things?
By the time Mu Rufeng and the other two finished unloading that truck of C'estbon Water, it was already seven in the evening.
The sun had set, but the sky had not darkened yet. Or rather, it was still very bright.
"Come on, let's eat first. There's another truck of Wanglaoji after dinner," Uncle Liu said.
"Mm, I'm so hungry my arms and legs have gone weak." Mu Rufeng felt like he could eat a whole cow.
"You two go ahead. My wife brought me food." Uncle Wang waved his hand.
"Alright."
Mu Rufeng and Uncle Liu headed toward the cafeteria.
The cafeteria was not close to the Liquor Warehouse. It was a full three hundred meters away.
As a local community group-buying company in Hunan, it had directly rented the entire Logistics Park as a transfer and storage warehouse.
Not to mention anything else, the Liquor Warehouse alone covered a full ten thousand square meters.
The entire Logistics Park had the Liquor Warehouse, Grain and Oil Warehouse, appliances, daily use goods, fruits and vegetables... Premium Goods, Returns Warehouse, and many more.
Unfortunately, squeezed by Ugly Group Preferred and robbed of traffic, its business had plummeted like a rock.
"Hmm?" Mu Rufeng suddenly spotted an umbrella lying silently on the concrete ahead.
The umbrella was black and long-handled, lying on the concrete several meters away.
Mu Rufeng was certain that he had not seen the umbrella just moments ago. It seemed to have appeared out of nowhere.
Mu Rufeng stopped in his tracks.
"What's wrong?" Uncle Liu stopped too and asked.
"Uncle Liu, there's an umbrella over there." Mu Rufeng pointed at it.
However, Uncle Liu's next words made Mu Rufeng's heart lurch violently.
"An umbrella? Where's an umbrella?" Uncle Liu glanced over, his face full of confusion.
"Uncle Liu, there's clearly an umbrella right there." Mu Rufeng swallowed and stared fixedly at it.
"Xiao Mu, are you trying to scare your Uncle Liu? Where's any umbrella? Hurry up, or there won't be any food left when we get there."
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 an extremely bizarre sight. Uncle Liu's foot actually passed through the umbrella and landed on the ground, as if the umbrella did not exist at all.
And Uncle Liu did not notice anything.
Mu Rufeng admitted that he was a little panicked.
Especially when he recalled what Uncle Wang had said earlier.
The same black long-handled umbrella. Nobody else could see it; only one person could.
Mu Rufeng took a deep breath and calmed himself.
As a successor of socialism, he walked around the umbrella and quickly caught up with Uncle Liu.
He decided to pretend he had not seen the black umbrella.
He was only an ordinary person. When faced with something he could not understand, the best choice was to ignore it.
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