Dark Light Chaser.

Chapter 78 Construction Site Murder
Not long after the crack disappeared, the two workers on night watch, with their flashlights almost out of power, dragged their weary steps toward the building.

"Was that fire coming from over there?" one of the older workers asked, puzzled.

"Brother, you saw it too? I thought it was my imagination. Could someone be smoking there?"

A young man, who looked about eighteen or nineteen years old, asked the person next to him.

The boy's hands were rough, with an abrasion on the back of his right hand and blisters on his fingers, indicating that he had not yet adapted to life on the construction site.

He is now holding the flashlight with his left hand to avoid rubbing the wound and causing infection.

"It's so bright, are you using a gas stove to light your cigarette?"

The boy's question was met with disdain from his older brother, who casually pulled out two short steel bars from the pile of materials and handed one of them to the boy.

"Brother, what are you going to do with this thing...?"

The boy nervously moved the flashlight to his right hand and then took the short steel bar.

"Stop talking so much nonsense. Take it for self-defense. You're new here and don't know anything about this line of work."

"This young man, who was about twenty-seven or twenty-eight, said impatiently."

“There are always bastards around here stealing cement and steel bars to exchange for cigarettes. Some of them even carry knives. They won’t be polite to you.”

"Won't this cause harm if I hit someone...?" The boy was conflicted. He was afraid of hurting someone, but he was also worried about getting stabbed.

The young man led the way, while the boy followed behind him, illuminating the way for him.

"The boss has already made arrangements at the police station. When you see them, just hit them, but try to hit their thighs and not their heads."

With the senior's assurance, the young man felt much more at ease, but the next sentence made his heart jump again.

"That sound just now came from this side, right? There must have been a lot of people making such a commotion."

Hearing his senior's words, the boy became nervous again. There were only two of them on his side. What if the other side had more people and a fight broke out? Wouldn't they be at a great disadvantage? Would it be safer to call a few more people over?

"Are there a lot of people?" the boy asked.

"It sounds plausible, let's go and see for ourselves."

After saying this, the bricklayer held a flashlight in one hand and dragged a steel bar diagonally with the other, so that he could whip a thief if he encountered one.

The boy followed behind him, timidly taking pictures everywhere.

The two walked around outside but didn't find anything unusual.

"Brother, slow down. I'm getting a little uneasy. I have a feeling something's up," the boy whispered.

The moment the boy stepped into the half-built building, he felt a strange palpitation, and a voice in his mind kept urging him to leave.

Everything was perfectly fine during the day...

The boy shrank back, shivering despite the sweltering heat.

"Then hurry up and walk around, preferably twice under the camera. If the firelight wasn't so bright, and I was afraid the foreman would see it on the monitor tomorrow, I wouldn't bother coming. Ugh, I'm so sleepy."

The building was completely empty, without a single person in sight, and the young man's vigilance immediately dropped.

He yawned, his steps unsteady, looking as if he were lacking energy.

"Brother, do you think someone died here? It feels so cold."

The boy followed closely behind the young man and asked.

"Stop talking nonsense. You've been listening to too many ghost stories. You're just weak. Go buy some goji berries and drink some more."

The young man did not take the boy's words to heart.

"I mean, the soles of my feet feel cold."

The boy added a sentence and shone his flashlight on his feet.

"That's because you have kidney deficiency. Why don't you just say there's a corpse under your feet? Go back and take a nap after you've finished reading. You've been working all day and have to keep watch all night. I'm afraid I'll fall asleep while walking."

The young man walked forward without looking back, muttering, "That damn construction company is trying to save money by making us migrant workers watch the materials..."

As he walked, he suddenly noticed that his underlings behind him had stopped talking.

"What's wrong? Why are you so quiet? Trying to scare me? I've worked on more construction sites than you've carried more bricks, and you think you can scare me like that..."

The young man turned and shone the light on his younger brother, whose face turned deathly pale under the light.

"Brother...brother, brother, what is this...?"

The younger generation pointed to a dark, shadowy object on the ground, which looked like the internal organs of some kind of creature.

"...Maybe a stray cat died here."

The young man's tone also began to waver.

Because he had worked on many construction sites, he often heard ghost stories about construction sites from his colleagues.

Recalling the sounds and flashes of light from just now, the young man felt a chill run down his spine.

"Alright, alright, that's enough. Anyway, the cameras saw us getting up to patrol, so we'll have a reason to explain ourselves if they ask. Let's go back now."

After saying that, he waved his hand and walked outside.

The next moment, his foot stepped on something round, soft, and bouncy.

"Fuck!!!"

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

Two terrified screams echoed throughout the construction site.

the next day.

The young man who had been carrying bricks and the teenager were dozing off together on the sofa in the interrogation room.

Yesterday, I worked hard all day carrying bricks, then kept watch at night, and was taken to the police station for questioning in the middle of the night. With so many things happening, even if I really saw a ghost yesterday, I couldn't resist the temptation of sleep.

The thoughtful police officer draped his own blanket, which he usually used for night shifts, over them. Without the air conditioning, it was like a steam room, and with the air conditioning on, they needed to cover themselves to avoid catching a cold.

The police officer couldn't help but laugh when he recalled questioning the two clowns yesterday.

"You two are the first to discover the body?" the criminal investigation team asked with serious expressions after arriving.

"Yes, officer, who would have thought you'd step on an eyeball while walking by!"

Have you heard any other accounts related to the victims?

"Yes, yes, yes! We heard a sound like balloons popping before we arrived, and a while later we saw flames."

'Did you hear the victim scream?'

'No, no, it was my younger brother yelling at the top of his lungs…'

"No...that was your shout, brother, it startled me...so I yelled back..." the boy said softly.

'Huh? You mean you're not scared? You were terrified like a little chick when you came over.'

'No, bro, that yell of yours was too creepy, I…'

These two should be performing stand-up comedy; it's a waste of their talents to be carrying bricks on a construction site.

The police officer took a bite of his steamed bun and thought to himself.

As dawn broke, a man in his thirties, wearing a khaki jacket and sporting a buzz cut, walked steadily into the police station.

The man's gaze was sharp as a sword, making it impossible for anyone to look him in the eye.

Behind him followed a young man with dark yellow hair and a sleazy look.

The young man was wearing a T-shirt with anime characters printed on it, and a metal skull ring on each of his middle fingers. If you looked closely, he was actually not young.

However, the blond-haired man with a sullen face reluctantly followed behind the man with the buzz cut.

The moment the two entered the door, the police officer on duty thought that a new colleague had brought a thief to the door.

Only after checking their identification did they realize that they were sent by higher-ups to investigate a case.

Those two migrant workers should have been handed over to the criminal investigation team, but they were temporarily detained by their superiors. It seems they were waiting for these two.

The police officer was a little curious as he looked at the two people with completely opposite temperaments. It was the first time he had ever seen people dressed so... uniquely for handling a case.

(End of this chapter)