"Zhou Wu, you can order the goods today. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info" The shouting outside the warehouse door made the young man who was originally holding a smart phone and looking at it put down the things in his hand.

"Here we are." The young man stood up from a creaking iron stool and expertly pulled open the folded iron door of the warehouse.

The dazzling sunlight shone through the cracks in the door that grew larger and larger on the forehead of this ordinary-looking young man.

Subconsciously, Zhou Wu narrowed his eyes.

Outside the warehouse, a big face with Chinese characters wiped with sweat came into view, making him smile at the truck driver who had just gotten off the car.

"Brother Li."

The truck driver nodded and glanced at the young man, who was somewhat related to the boss. A cloud of smoke from the cigarette box was dispersed by this man with a Chinese character face and was picked up by Zhou Wu.

"How's it going?" Some are unfamiliar and some are familiar.

The man in front of Zhou Wu put the sweat towel on his shoulders and threw it on the rearview mirror of the big truck behind him.

"Okay."

Dust and smoke were filled, and Zhou Wu and this man named Brother Li chatted without saying a word. A young man about the same height as Brother Li at the back of the freight car commanded the porters who were still hitching on the back of the car just now into the warehouse.

That young man, Zhou Wu, is quite familiar, after all, the two of them are about the same grade, and sometimes they go on the net together or something. Usually he sits in the co-pilot, has a relationship with Brother Li, and is also Brother Li's apprentice, learning how to drive a big truck.

After chatting for more than ten minutes, two or three cigarettes, and the goods in the big truck were almost moved.

Zhou Wu held a hard-shell notebook in his hand, and the black pen in his hand carefully outlined and counted it, confirming that it was correct, and the number in Brother Li's mouth matched.

"There is nothing wrong with the peanut milk and the old altar, but one of the boxes is a little damaged, and I will help you change it then." He raised his head to look, and the man opposite smiled innocently.

"Thank you then."

In front of him, the truck driver's apprentice carried a broken wooden door with a frame to the warehouse.

"it, brother." Zhou Wu said.

"Oh, Brother Wu, put it down, my family recently made a stove and burned firewood." As he spoke, the young man slammed the red-lacquered broken wooden door towards the side wall where Zhou Wu was sleeping.

"Okay, you kid."

Zhou Wu said in his mouth, but Brother Li on the side had already climbed onto the big truck in front of the warehouse.

When I closed the warehouse door, I heard the voice outside, "I'll ask you to surf the Internet when you're free."

Without speaking, after carefully cleaning up the goods just now, Zhou Wu silently put down the ledger of counting the goods in his hand, sat down on the iron stool in the warehouse again, and played with the smart machine that he had just put in his pocket.

That's just his job.

Let's start with a brief introduction to our protagonist.

Zhou Wu, male, three college students, currently working as a summer worker, taking care of warehouse logistics in a relative's supermarket, with a salary of 2,500 a month.

In the afternoon, Zhou Wu went home to eat and take a shower after recording two more orders, and rode his little electric donkey back to the warehouse.

I looked at the number of points on my phone, and it was already 7 o'clock. Basically, it's out of stock.

But he still had to stay here, or rather, he had to sleep here to prevent people with unclean hands and feet from stealing at night. This is one of the reasons why his salary is relatively high in this small town.

After playing with his mobile phone for a while, around 11 o'clock, Zhou Wu checked the safety of the doors and windows of the warehouse, and after confirming that there was no major problem, he lay down on the bed heavily.

In the middle of the night, in a daze, Zhou Wu was still woken up.

The sound of "clang, clang" in the warehouse outside the room woke him up, who was not sleeping dead.

Thinking of the rumors that many warehouses had been stolen at midnight nearby, Zhou Wu carefully picked up a wrench that he had placed next to the bedside and tiptoed out.

There was silence in the darkness.

No one.

There is not even the light of the so-called flashlight in the imagination, and there is only the strange sound of the wind blowing the iron door from time to time.

Mouse?

Zhou Wu's right hand with the wrench tightened, he didn't believe in this kind of fucking reason. In fact, he was convinced that what his ears had just heard was absolutely not wrong.

Clang, clang, like the sound of a window somewhere.

In the dark, he bravely searched around, and after confirming that there was really no one in the warehouse, Zhou Wu turned on the light.

Under the light, the surroundings seem extraordinarily quiet, except for the occasional car outside the door, everything feels a little hairy.

"Bang, bang." It's the same sound again.

Zhou Wu's ears listened quietly, and his afterglow followed a certain direction to find the location of the so-called sound source.

"Bang, bang."

Over here?

He took two steps forward and stood in front of the broken wooden door that the young man had brought during the day. A few noises came from behind the rotten door panel, which made people feel a little sore when they heard it.

And there was no wind blowing.

Zhou Wu looked at it through the bright light of the warehouse, and the rotten thing in front of him that had long been broken and could no longer be broken.

Several of Doraemon's cartoon stickers that had been pranked by children had long since faded with the red paint on them, and a circle of holes indicated that the door was no longer locked and dilapidated. Looking at the Internet, on the metal nameplate of the door, the symbol symbolizing the brand is still faintly visible.

"Pan, pan?" Zhou Wu read it, but soon felt that something was wrong. It is obvious that those two words are not the so-called words of hope.

Boom.

I can't complain about this so-called cottage wooden door, in fact, the sound that Zhou Wu can hear now is the sound from this door.

Two steps forward.

"Knock knock." He heard it, like the sound of a door slamming behind it.

No, it's not. Zhou Wu's heart refuted that this was a somewhat unscientific phenomenon, this was his own heartbeat. There were mixed feelings in his heart, but there was no intention of stopping under his feet.

Near.

He felt that the thing in his heart was beating harder and harder, as if it was about to pop out.

Pull it apart.

Such a thought flashed through his mind, and in Zhou Wu's heart, this thought became stronger and stronger.

Reaching out, he felt for the rusty doorknob, and with some difficulty pulled the broken wooden door away from the frame where it was imprisoned. I heard the stiff turning of the door's hinges.

Nothing.

Zhou Wu looked at the thing in front of him that was pulled open by himself, and sighed, but there was an inexplicable sense of loss in his heart. As he tried to close the door, he tried to clear the confusion from his mind.

The next moment, Zhou Wu stopped the movement in his hand.

He looked at the door frame in front of him. A bit of white like a water curtain spread inside, and with an irresistible suction force attacking, Zhou Wu pinched the wrench in his hand and was dragged in.

The wooden door was also closed at the moment when Zhou Wu entered.