Siheyuan: Hang Jia Dongxu, smash Banggeng to death!

Security Department of the Steel Rolling Mill, Office of the Department Head.

Section Chief Liu sat behind his desk, his face pale, his forehead covered in cold sweat, and the cigarette in his hand had burned down to the butt.

He only jerked his hand away after burning his finger and threw the cigarette butt into the ashtray.

He had just returned from the boiler room.

He witnessed the entire scene of Foreman Sun's death.

From head to groin, it was neatly split in two, its internal organs spilling out onto the ground, blood splattered everywhere.

The office was filled with a strong smell of blood, mixed with the acrid smell of molten steel, which made people nauseous.

Even more terrifying were the words written in blood on the wall: "Blood debts must be repaid in blood, and no one will escape."

The writing was crooked and uneven, as if it had been written stroke by stroke with bloodstained fingers, and blood was dripping down the wall, leaving dark red streaks.

"It must be evil spirits...it must be evil spirits coming to seek revenge on us..."

Section Chief Liu muttered to himself, his hands trembling violently. He lit another Daqianmen cigarette, took a deep drag, and let the smoke swirl in his lungs before he could barely suppress the fear in his heart.

He remembered that afternoon.

He recalled the tragic death of Lin's father right before his eyes.

"What should I do? Will they come after me?"

Section Chief Liu clutched his hair, his voice filled with fear, "It shouldn't be... After all, I didn't do it, it was Qiangzi and the others who pushed them, if anyone should be looking for them..."

No matter how he tried to comfort himself, he couldn't hide the fear in his eyes.

The office was eerily quiet, with only the ticking of the wall clock, each tick like a blow to his heart.

No.

Can't sit still.

We must tell Director Yang about this! Please help!

Section Chief Liu picked up the phone on the table and dialed a number with trembling hands. It was Director Yang's home phone number, which only a few people knew.

The phone rang for a long time, so long that Section Chief Liu thought no one would answer, when finally a voice came from the other end.

"Feed?"

"Factory manager, it's me, Lao Liu from the security department."

Section Chief Liu lowered his voice, afraid of being overheard, "Foreman Sun, who overturned the boiler... is dead."

There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the phone.

"I already know about this."

Factory Director Yang's voice was very calm, unusually so. "I'll have Secretary Wang handle it. You cooperate and clean up the scene. Don't let the workers spread rumors."

"But factory manager, Foreman Sun died a horrible death, he was... he was cleaved in two..."

Section Chief Liu swallowed hard. "There are also words written in blood on the wall: 'Blood for blood'..."

"I know."

Factory Director Yang interrupted him, "Old Liu, don't worry about this. I'll handle it. Also, don't call me during this time. I'm sick and need to rest. That's all."

"But factory manager..."

beep-

The phone hangs up.

Section Chief Liu stood there dumbfounded, holding the microphone and listening to the busy tone coming from it, his mind completely blank.

Did he find out?

He already knew?

Why doesn't he take any action?

Why...

Section Chief Liu suddenly understood.

Factory Director Yang is hiding.

He was hiding from that thing.

That thing that crawled back from hell to seek revenge.

"Yang Wei! You son of a bitch!"

Section Chief Liu slammed down the phone, trembling with rage. "When you need me, you treat me to the best food and drink, but when trouble comes, you run away faster than anyone else! You bastard!"

He grabbed the water glass on the table and smashed it on the ground to vent his anger.

"Bang!"

The glass shattered, spilling water and tea leaves all over the floor.

Hearing the commotion, the security personnel outside knocked on the door: "Chief? What's wrong? Do you need help?"

The door was pushed open, and a bald man poked his head in. He was in his thirties, with broad shoulders and a thick waist.

"Qiangzi, you're here."

Seeing him, Section Chief Liu felt a little more at ease. "By the way, go and call Xiong Da and Xiong Er over. Let's stay together and not separate."

Liu Xiaoqiang was taken aback: "Section Chief, what happened?"

"It's likely that Foreman Sun's death was caused by the evil spirits that have been circulating in the No. 95 courtyard these past two days."

Section Chief Liu lowered his voice, "That evil spirit... is most likely Lin Jianguo. He's come back for revenge."

Liu Xiaoqiang's expression changed instantly.

"Lin...Lin Jianguo?" His voice began to tremble. "Wasn't he dead?"

"Can't someone who dies come back?"

Section Chief Liu glared at him. "Didn't you see how Foreman Sun died? Is that something an ordinary person could do? And the blood-written words on the wall..."

He paused, then added, "I suspect we'll be next."

Liu Xiaoqiang's legs went weak with fear: "Section...Section Chief, what do we do?"

"Go and find Xiong Da and Xiong Er first."

Section Chief Liu said, "They are still patrolling Nanluoguxiang with the police from this morning."

Go quickly and come back quickly. The four of us staying together is safer with more people around.

"Okay! I'll go right away!" Liu Xiaoqiang turned and ran.

Section Chief Liu watched him disappear out the door before letting out a long sigh of relief, sitting back down in his chair, and lighting another cigarette.

The smoke swirled in his lungs, and he felt a little better.

Four people.

It's always safer for four people to be together than for one person.

Moreover, both Xiong Da and Xiong Er are skilled martial artists with good fighting abilities.

Although Liu Xiaoqiang's bald head is quite eye-catching, he's actually the most timid person. However, he might be of some use in a crucial moment.

As long as the four of them are together, that thing shouldn't dare to...

boom!

The office door suddenly closed.

Section Chief Liu was startled and almost dropped the cigarette in his hand.

He remembered that Liu Xiaoqiang hadn't closed the door when he left; it must have been blown by the wind.

He got up to open the door, but as soon as his hand touched the doorknob, he heard a "click"—

The door was locked from the inside.

It was locked from the outside.

"Who? Who is it?!"

Section Chief Liu's heart suddenly raced. He twisted the doorknob hard, but it wouldn't budge. "Xiao Qiang? Is that you? Don't joke around! Open the door!"

There was complete silence outside the door.

No one answered.

Only his own breathing sounded exceptionally clear in the quiet office.

"Who's outside? Come out now!"

Section Chief Liu shouted, his voice trembling noticeably, "Was it you, Xiao Qiang? Let me tell you, this joke has gone too far!"

He shouted and banged on the door, trying to attract the attention of the people outside.

Although the security office is on the first floor, it is next to the workshop, and people come and go all the time. Anyone passing by can hear its movements.

Strangely, it was quiet outside; there wasn't a sound at all.

It was as if the entire security department had suddenly become empty.

"Help! Is anyone home? Open the door!"

Section Chief Liu panicked. He pounded on the door until his palms turned red, but there was still no response from outside.

Just then, a cold voice rang out behind him:

"Section Chief Liu, stop calling me."

"When you lose your temper in the office, your underlings are either sent on patrol or to maintain order in the boiler room."

"You're the only one on this floor right now."