when the moon whispers

Chapter 551: Rose-Power Failure (Part )

Case Seven Rose
Thirty-eight Power Outages (Part 1)
“…The power is out.”

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew up in the pit.

The earthy, burning smell that was floating in the air at first was blown away by a small whirlwind, revealing a rusty stench mixed with the pungent smell of waste oil that had almost penetrated the ground.

The seal on the door was fluttered by the short wind. Jiang Mo squinted her eyes, raised her hand to disperse the dirty dust in front of her eyes, raised her head and looked at the direction of the surveillance camera for two seconds, turned around, took two steps back, stepped on the concrete door pier and jumped up, climbed on the wall with a bunch of broken wine bottles and broken glass, looked around carefully, half squatted with a grin, and limped to support his knees.

"I don't know if the power switch in the yard tripped or if it was raining one day and the camera's wiring got wet and short-circuited. I saw that the wiring was burnt."

Jiang Mo brushed off the dust marks on her sleeves, chewed her back teeth to endure the pain under her bones, flesh and skin, and took a few breaths while leaning on Shao Jie's shoulders. She raised her head and saw the distressed expression on Shao Jie's wrinkled face, and stared at his arm that was tightly holding her wrist.

"I came here today to find out the situation... It's best if no one is here, but if someone is here, we will try to avoid direct conflict... Old Gu has been in a difficult situation recently. If he really causes trouble at this critical moment, Director Gao's blood pressure will definitely go through the roof." Jiang Mo smiled slightly and held Shao Jie's hand solemnly, "Don't worry, I will never make you angry."

"I'm not angry, I'm--" Shao Jie felt Jiang Mo's cool fingertips gently scraping his palm, and he swallowed his worries back into his stomach with a smile. He sighed helplessly, carefully holding his phone and followed Jiang Mo through the crack of the door into the messy site of the dismantling factory.

The piles of scrapped and crushed frames were almost everywhere in the yard. Jiang Mo, handcuffed, slowly waded forward a few steps, pricked up his ears and struggled to distinguish the tiny noises in the wind. His head, which was a little mushy after being hit by the shock waves of the explosion, obviously could not recover to its sharpness before the injury in two days. Jiang Mo walked around the piles of iron frames carefully, looked at the direction of the iron sheet house facing the gate to confirm again and again, waved to Shao Jie to stand in the temporary safe area within her sight, and then his ears moved, and he suddenly turned around and moved towards the direction of a short "crashing" sound.

The smell of waste oil from the dismantling of old cars mixed with the stench of long-pile garbage almost rushed straight from his nose to the top of his head. Jiang Mo held his breath for a moment, and glanced at the flattened but inexplicably familiar car frame and paint on both sides. He paused in his step forward, tilted his head to look at the car paint that was not completely cracked by the rolling at the trunk, and reached out to wipe the powder crystals that seemed to be washed by rain and muddy.

Jiang Mo hesitated for a moment, and was about to get close to sniff, when a series of "cracking" noises came from behind a pile of rubble that seemed to be rustling from being stepped on. Jiang Mo turned around suddenly, the handcuffs almost leaving blood marks on his palms. He raised his eyelids without moving, but when he looked around, he bumped into a delicate half-grown child. They looked at each other awkwardly for two seconds, then sighed and let out a sigh.

Shao Jie first breathed a sigh of relief as he watched Jiang Mo release his strength, then stretched his neck to glance at the dirty little monkey that was about to escape over the wall. When he heard Jiang Mo's loud warning to "be careful", his eyebrows slightly raised, "Do you know him?"

"There's a kid living in a nearby village. He seems to have some kind of congenital hearing problem. He can't hear well and can't speak. He lives with his grandmother and picks up trash everywhere. He seems to often go to this place and the garbage station next to it, secretly picking up scrap metal and bottles and selling them. I saw him before when I was investigating and visiting this area. Later, he also stole the unfinished water bottles of Team Huang."

Jiang Mo put the handcuffs in his pocket and nodded. Following the direction Shao Jie pointed his head, he leaned on the dirty glass and looked into the interior of the iron house. "The switch is here, right..." "The door is locked. Window--" Jiang Mo grabbed the door handle and pulled it twice. He couldn't find any tools to pry the lock. After hesitating for two seconds, he thought of the plastic-steel window with only a half-hook hanging on it. He found a crowbar and lifted the window sash directly. After the slide was exposed, he disassembled it on the spot and put it aside. He supported himself with the window frame and climbed in. He fiddled with the door lock twice, pulled open the door panel and let Shao Jie, who was standing there a little dumbfounded, into the house. "Why are you standing there? Come in."

Shao Jie first obediently walked into the house stupidly, then turned around to help put half of the window back in place. Then he looked at the back of Jiang Mo's head wandering around the room, and blinked with his eyes bent, "Is this... not good?"

"Special cases require special treatment. I can't just go to Xu Jianghua and ask him for a key, and then say that I suspect there is some fatal evidence in your junkyard." Jiang Mo shrugged, looked through the window at the tangled wires of the camera at the door, and then he straightened the wires and tilted his head to look at the locked metal cabinet in the room. He walked forward and pulled the handle twice, sighed as if he had no choice, took out a pin from the drawer next to him and poked it into the keyhole, "I didn't want to pick the lock."

Shao Jie raised his eyebrows and looked at the glass that had been removed and then installed. He didn't quite understand the difference between violent demolition and breaking into a house and picking a lock: "What's the difference between removing a window and picking a lock? Do you even train for this?"

"I learned it when I was interning at the police station and filing a report for a locksmith. It's said that the locksmith had been in a juvenile detention center for burglary when he was a teenager. He didn't stay there for long, but his skills improved. Later, he received reform education and made a living from this, which was considered a small profit." Jiang Mo pried open the cabinet lock with a "click" sound. After a few seconds, he turned around and glanced at Shao Jie with the knife, "Are you trying to hurt me?"

"Just out of curiosity." Shao Jie covered his lips and coughed lightly, then took two steps forward to the side of the metal cabinet. He predicted that Officer Jiang would either use his hands or his feet to vent his anger, so he took a half step back, raised his chin and pointed at the main computer display in the middle of the cabinet: "This... is it connected to the computer monitored by the hospital? The switch is off, should I close it?"

Jiang Mo nodded, slowly restored the pin to its original place in the drawer, listened attentively to the rumbling sound of the power switch in the station closing and the mechanical battery restarting, and raised his hand to press the computer host for related monitoring.

At this moment, a series of "clacking" sounds suddenly came from outside the iron house.

Jiang Mo was stunned at first, then he turned around and looked at Shao Jie who raised his hands to indicate that he had not touched any extra switch buttons. After thinking for two seconds, he immediately rushed out the door and stood at the door in a daze, staring at the hydraulic press at the end of the dismantling plant, whose operating lever was inexplicably pressed down by scrap metal to start running.

She didn't dare to take a few steps forward, and vaguely seemed to see a figure leaning on the driver's seat, turning his head and shouting "Turn off the power." She didn't know whether it was sparks from the metal being crushed or if there was a short circuit in the wires somewhere in the station, but the pile of scrapped car frames suddenly caught fire, and the flames licked Jiang Mo's face like a snake.

"--careful!"

Due to work and health reasons, I will be working on another day~
"One should not dwell on anything, but give rise to the mind."