Owen said in a cold tone: "Ding Youcai is colluding up and down, as long as he digs up the body of the buried worker and throws it directly into the sea." Even if the body is found a few days later, it can be said that it was a victim who was swept into the sea by a typhoon. ”

"What age is it, and this kind of thing?" Ivy felt a chill down her back and goosebumps on her body.

Owen exhaled heavily, shook his head and said, "In any era, the evil side of human nature will not change. ”

"What about the victims' families, who can see their loved ones disappear into thin air?" Ivy continued in disbelief.

Drawing on his past life experience, Owen understands the situation of low-level workers, "Most of the people who work on construction sites are temporary workers, and they rarely sign labor contracts with employers. Their relatives are all in the countryside, and they can't even tell which construction site they are working on. ”

Ivy waved her fist and burst out of her teeth: "Ding Youcai is simply a beast, I must make the truth public." ”

"You can. Owen nodded approvingly.

Zhang Dacheng was looked at by Ding Youcai and couldn't get close for the time being. Owen advocated waiting for the right moment and not acting rashly.

The two sat side by side on the ground. Idle and bored, Ivy teased him: "I really can't see it, you still have a sense of justice." ”

Owen didn't seem to hear her, his eyes staring at a certain point in the air, thinking intently. After a moment of silence, he spoke, "Do you remember when I told you that I was an orphan?"

Ivy's heart tightened, and she could clearly see the loneliness in his eyes. She nodded blankly, not knowing what to say.

"Ten years ago, I lived a life of displacement and worked on a construction site......," Owen said in an unusually calm voice, as if he were telling someone else's story.

It was winter, when he was not yet sixteen years old, controlled by a criminal gang, and worked day and night to earn money. The money earned every day will be taken away by the leaders of the gang.

He had to do odd jobs at construction sites during the day, and at night he went to the underground casino to help out in the wind. Seeing that he was young and so thin that only a handful of bones remained, the workers on the construction site took good care of him and tried not to let him do too heavy work. Looking back now, it was one of the few times in his life when he could feel the warmth of human affection.

The accident happened in the early hours of a cold winter day.

Due to illegal construction, the fire caused by a short circuit in the power lines caused by the construction site, and the air dried at that time, and the fire quickly spread to the workers' dormitories.

The next morning, when he came to the construction site, he was stupid. The place where the workers lived was unrecognizable, the air was filled with a pungent smell of burning, and all that remained of the shack after the fire was blackened and deformed.

Sad, helpless, and frightened, he squatted on the ground and shivered. The workers are long gone, are they injured, are they taken to which hospital, no one can tell him.

When he squeezed into the crowd of reporters, he saw the foreman of the contractor proudly claiming to the media that all the workers had been evacuated in time when the accident occurred, and no one was injured. Owen let go of a hanging heart.

In order to evade responsibility, the black-hearted contractor bought off the leader of the gang on the night of the incident, and threw more than 30 charred corpses into the open sea using a fishing boat that usually smuggles people.

None of these poor people who work on the construction site have signed a labor contract, and their families in the countryside don't even know where they are working. They disappeared from the world without even noticing it.

"You bastard!" his spirit broke down instantly, and he rushed towards the contractor with a wave of his fist, crying that he would go to the public security bureau to report everything.

"Little bunny, go back to the room, and talk nonsense about Lao Tzu beating you to death!" two loud slaps landed on his face, followed by two more kicks in the stomach. He was dizzy from pain and collapsed to the ground, the warm liquid running down the philtrum and into his mouth.

He wiped a handful on his face, leaving a trail of blood on his hand. He stared at the scarlet, and thought desperately: those who were burned by the fire should not bleed.

Since then, he has thoroughly understood that only weak people will be bullied, ignored, and mutilated. So, he has to work hard, try to make himself strong, no matter what the cost.

"Maybe it's providence, and I'm trying to do something now, as a tribute to the lateness of the workers. Owen whispered, his gaze piercing the endless darkness in the distance.

Ivy was so surprised that her mouth was half open, and there was a faint pain in her heart. The Owen in front of her had a handsome face and outstanding temperament, and she couldn't believe that he had such a bumpy background.

A picture flashed through her mind, ten years ago, she also met a helpless boy, who looked to be no more than fifteen or sixteen years old, like a lonely little wildebeest.

The boy's face was blurred in his memory, and he only remembered that his thin face was dark and dirty, but his eyes were exceptionally pure and clear.