In the stamping workshop, near a large punch press, Bill came over with a little brother. A team leader greeted Bill, "Hey, old Bill, you're here." This punch is crazy, just two days ago the fault of the suction steel plate was repaired, and the top cover smashed out today is all potholes, you can take a look. ”

Bill turned on the flashlight, looked in twice, retracted and said, "The mold is broken, it's full of slag, and the mold needs to be repaired." ”

"How long does it take to repair the mold?"

"Two hours. Bill estimated, and said, "It depends on whether you work well or not, because it will take you an hour and fifty minutes to remove this mold and put it back on." It's your job to unload the mold. ”

The face of the team leader immediately became bitter: "Old man Bill, you know, the old guy from the production director gave a death order, and we don't have two hours of downtime today." Is there anything else that can be done?"

"A cold beer, go buy it now. Bill manipulated the press to open the upper and lower dies to the maximum, and drilled into the punch press as soon as he bowed his waist: "When you buy it, you can already use this big guy." ”

"That's amazing, buddy, I'm optimistic about you!" the team trotted to buy a beer, and Bill got into the punch with his little brother. The press for the production of the top cover is large enough to accommodate more than two people. Bill lay on the lower mold, facing the upper mold on his back and repairing the upper mold, cleaning the slag from the mold.

There were other presses at work all around, and each time it was pressed, it would make a bang and smash an iron plate into the desired shape. When these heavy machines are running, their huge weight and kinetic energy always make the ground tremble, like a continuous stream of minor earthquakes. People who are not familiar with this can even be frightened, but Bill has been in this business for a long time, and he is very indifferent to it.

Five minutes later, the team leader rushed back and shouted outside, "Man, you've got your beer!"

Beer? Beer is a good thing. Bill beckoned to the little brother next to him, "You continue." "Then it got out of the punch. The team leader handed him a towel to wipe his face, and Bill was about to open the can of beer when he saw several people walking in the distance. The white-collar worker in a suit shouted, "Bill, these people are looking for you!"

Seeing Wendy, Bill irritably put the towel on the upper corner of the press console, casually put down the cold beer, and shouted, "I have nothing to say to them!" and turned and walked towards the press.

"Bill!" Wendy stepped forward and grabbed Bill, raising her voice and said, "Don't you understand? Death is already eyeing us, it has designed a script, and is waiting for us to die! There are already two people who have been attacked, and no one knows who is next, maybe it's you! So we must work together to get through this together!"

"Come on, you stinky, I don't want to hear anything from you anymore. Look all around, it's all dangerous machinery, and if Death were going to kill me, I'd be dead. Listen, I don't care what you believe in your madness, just this morning, I saved someone. If it weren't for me, he would have died in the drying oven. How can a person who has saved someone else deserve to die?"

As Wendy and Bill argued, no one noticed that the towel hanging from the top corner of the console was gradually loosening from the slight tremors of the ground. Just below the towel, droplets of water formed on the outer wall of the can of cold beer. Water droplets remain along the tank and soak into the bottom base of the beer tank. The beer cans, which were originally placed on a sloping panel, began to move slightly under the infiltration of water and the tremors of the ground.

Over there, Bill yelled, "Okay, I still have work to do, stay away from me, and don't come to me again!" Yang Qi stepped forward and stretched out his hand and dragged Bill back. Bill shouted angrily and shook his fist, but Yang Qi casually slapped his whole body strength. Pulling Bill's collar with one hand, Yang Qi said in a fierce voice: "Tell me quickly, who is the person you saved in the morning?"

If it weren't for Young, Bill would have died on the subway this morning. And if Bill died, it would be impossible to save people in the morning. In other words, if everything is right, that person is also a person who deserves to die, but now he is also a survivor! Find that person, who is also a potential teammate and the target of the Grim Reaper's attack!

"Hurry up and tell me who the person you saved is!"

Bill was frightened by the fierceness in Yang Qi's eyes, and he slowly stretched out his hand and pointed to the inside of the stamping machine: "It's my little brother......"

Smack, the towel fell and smashed on the beer can. The beer overturned under the force, gurgling down the slope and slamming on a button. That button is the working button of the press.

Bang, with a loud bang, the upper punch was lowered instantly. There wasn't even a scream, and the bright red blood spurted out like a column of high-pressure water, drenching Bill's body all over his body. With a buzzing sound, the mechanical tray automatically popped out, and in the stunned eyes of everyone around, what appeared on the lower mold was a "person" who had been pressed into the shape and thickness of the standard top cover. Bones, flesh, internal organs, eyes, and hair can no longer describe the exaggerated and curious form.

"Vomiting ——!" Except for Yang Qi, everyone couldn't help but vomit.

In the evening, as the sun set, the crowd gathered at Feminister's house after dealing with the police. Almost everyone's faces were ugly, including Yang Qi, because he felt that the malice that surrounded him had not subsided because of death or time, but had a faint upward trend. He wondered if it was a hallucination caused by mental stress, but the feeling of being on his back was really bad.

In the silence, it was Yang Qi who spoke first: "Feminist, what do you think of today's events, is there a similar precedent?"

"Yes. Femeniste nodded affirmatively: "In the Highway 180 accident, one of the direct survivors saved the life of a child while he was still alive. Soon after, the child died from a gas explosion during an ordinary family barbecue. The possibility of a barbecue explosion was slim to none, but it killed that person at that time, in that place. It's all inconceivably unbelievable. ”

Yang Qi looked at Wendy again: "Before this incident, did you see any signs?"

Wendy shook her head, "No, maybe I missed something, but I really didn't feel anything special. ”

Yang Qi thought about it with his chin in his hands, and concluded: "Now it seems that if we start with Wendy's premonition of seeing death, we can be counted as first-level survivors, and when the god of death is about to attack us, we can notice some signs." For example, before attacking Feminister, Wendy spotted the signs. And because of our survival, there was a chain reaction, creating a number of secondary survivors. These secondary survivors are not directly related to Wendy, so Wendy cannot or has little to do with them. But here's a question, Bill, did you feel anything strange before the accident?"

Bill, who was sitting in the corner, kept holding his head in his hands and was silent, and only after Yang Qi asked again did he move and raise his head, revealing a face full of dead gray: "I, I don't know what to say, I can't remember." ”

"Then think about it carefully!" Yang Qi snorted coldly: "Voices, words, movements, symbols, anything." Anything that makes you distracted, makes you think deeply, makes you feel strange, or stirs your mind, all of them can be remembered!" I've been scared for so long, and I'm finally going to sign a contract!