Master Wang's full name is Wang Wangfu. The name is a bit of a mouthful, but there is a reason. Master Wang's mother especially wanted to give birth to a daughter after giving birth to three sons in a row, and even thought of the name, the husband's surname was Wang, and in order to marry someone in the future, he named him Wangfu. As a result, Master Wang was born, unfortunately, and he was a handle. The name is too late to ponder, and it is directly hoped for by Wangfu, and the homonym is not synonymous, which is considered lazy. Later, Wangwang's small steamed buns are popular, so Master Wang also has a nickname called Wangwang.

Wang Wangfu's name is like his name, simple and simple, loyal and kind-hearted, even God loves this fool, from childhood to adulthood, there is no disease and no disaster, several times he is with others, others are in trouble and have bad luck, but he is fine, there are no small bruises.

Today, though, his luck wasn't so good. These days, it has been raining heavily, and many sewer leaks have been blocked. Throughout the morning, his PHS ringing never stopped.

The only good thing is that I get a job in Shanghua Mall when I get off work. He was very familiar with Zhu Shanhua who was standing at the cosmetics counter, the woman's big grinning temperament was very bold, and Master Wang put a set of tools in her after becoming a sewer worker hired by the mall, which was very convenient when accessing.

I took tools from her and went into the sewers, which were usually cold and damp, but not as humid and muggy as they are today. Master Wang only climbed down the shaft for a short distance before he was sweating and his clothes were soaked. What's worse is that when I got into the shaft today, it was like getting into a bowl of thick porridge, and I always felt an invisible weight on my body, and my limbs were clumsy as if they were tied, which was very laborious.

After climbing down a few more meters, the flashlight suddenly went out without warning, and it was pitch black underneath.

He cursed in a low voice, took the flashlight out of his mouth and slapped it vigorously. It's been around for a long time, and it doesn't work a lot, but a few shots will make it work. It's just that this time it doesn't work, after a period of crazy shooting, it still has a sleek virtue.

Master Wang had no choice but to climb out and go to Zhu Shanhua to borrow a flashlight. The woman was a cheerful person, warm and generous, and borrowing a flashlight was not a problem.

I borrowed a flashlight to leave, and the richly dressed foreigner who had been standing by the counter and talking to Zhu Shanhua said that he had a bad complexion, and it was best to buy a Buddha statue or something to avoid disasters.

Master Wang has believed in Buddhism for three generations, and he believes in this very much, anyway, there are stalls outside, and it is quite cheap, so he really went to buy one to hang up. As the saying goes, it's better to believe what you have than what you don't have. In this way, Master Wang had a better impression of that foreigner, and when he saw him smell the smell on his body, he frowned, and said that this person couldn't tolerate a small person like himself in his eyes, but he didn't expect that his heart was not bad. I want to remind Zhu Shanhua to be careful not to be surrounded by good-looking men, but now Master Wang really hopes that he can have something to do with Zhu Shanhua, a beautiful and kind-hearted woman to find a good-looking foreign man, it's good.

Thinking like this, when I climbed down again, I smiled at the corner of my mouth, and it felt very beautiful.

I don't know if the road stalls can also work, or because of the psychological effect, I didn't feel the feeling of being in a thick porridge when I climbed down this time, and the pocket women's flashlight in my hand was also angry, and it didn't go out. Master Wang successfully reached the bottom of the shaft.

I took out the drawing, looked at it a few times, and then stopped looking at it. As a veteran plumber, I have been doing this business in Qijiang for a long time, and I know one thing: the underground pipes of Qijiang are as complex as spider webs, and after nearly nine renovations and expansions, no one can figure out what its composition is. Especially after the Cultural Revolution, too many precious books and materials were burned along with the library, and there was a serious fault in the materials and documents about the Qijiang River, and the sewer system map was one of them. The picture in my hand is the latest version, and because it is the latest version, even I can know that there are at least six lines on it.

Old workers like to mark the routes they have found but are not on the map, and Wang Laifu also likes this, because this is the capital to show off among veterans in this industry. So before coming down, it is customary to look at the map to determine it, judge the direction, and then subconsciously look to see if there is a new route that is not marked on the map - strictly speaking, it is the old route.

I didn't find anything new, but this time I came down to one of the sections of the place where I came down twice, at a fork in the road, and sewage and sewage flowed from four directions, and converged in one direction.

In this way, it is easier to judge the blockage, and look for it along the direction of convergence.

Wearing the kind of one-piece rubber suit for sewer workers, Master Wang jumped into waist-deep sewage with a thud and pushed the water forward.

After walking for about twenty minutes, I came to a slightly larger place. Here, there is a man-high fence, now more than half of the fence has been submerged, the water is deep to the lower part of the human chest, and the strangely colored filth swirls on the surface of the water, exuding a rancid stench, and flows slowly, and the insider can tell at a glance that this place is blocked.

The rest of the work is a bit disgusting, but dealing with these 'beautiful' things all day long, the psychological tolerance of ordinary people is incomparable. Master Wang took out his tools and began to dig out the clogged dirt, he didn't think the smell of these things was refreshing, he just wanted to finish it quickly so that he could go home.

First he pulled out a high heel, and then he pulled out a large clump of hair that couldn't tell what kind of hair was mixed in. A broken umbrella, rotten and spoiled vegetable roots and leaves, a fashionable men's watch, a doll with only one leg left, N sanitary napkins, and even used condoms, all of them make Master Wang, who has been doing this business for a long time, can't help but marvel at the abundance of things, and people's ability to make garbage is improving day by day.

After digging for a while, the ditch next to it was piled up in a small pile, and it was still not seen that the water flow was channeled. Master Wang used his rubber-gloved hand to touch it deeper.

After fumbling for a while, it seemed that he had touched something, and it was stuck tightly. Master Wang grabbed it and shook it vigorously for a long time before shaking it loose and pulling it out.

Looking at it by the light of the flashlight, Master Wang couldn't help but be stunned, this thing is curved and flat, one tip and one end is swollen, is it just a rib?

For non-medical professionals, as long as the part does not grow on the body, they cannot tell whether it is a pig bone or a human bone. In addition to perverts and psychologically abnormal, most people will instinctively think of it as a pork bone. Master Wang's personality is a little honest, but he is not a pervert, and his psychology is normal. He cursed twice and threw it casually into the sewer to make things difficult for workers like himself, then threw the rib on it and continued to dig.

Then, he actually pulled another rib out.

Then, two ribs were pulled out one after the other, and he vaguely touched something else.

Grabbed it, pulled it out, and a soaked arm was pulled out.

Master Wang stared at it in astonishment, his expression was as disbelieving as if he had seen an extraterrestrial meteorite, until the most confirmed panic, and after at least a minute in between, he began to scream, threw the broken arm in his hand out of the air, and ran towards the exit without his life.

People are in the water, the resistance is too great, Master Wang has no superfluous thoughts in his mind at all, and he just wants to leave this terrible place. In the past, he never believed the women on TV who screamed when they saw dead bodies or stumps and broken arms, and always felt that they were fake, but now that he has experienced them, he realized that they are really fake, such as himself, and he couldn't scream at first.

He couldn't remember what happened after that, except that he thought he had thrown away the horrible thing, but in fact he had been dragging it out of the sewer. When people saw it, they began to scream and flee, running irregularly from all directions, and the scene was so chaotic that Master Wang's frightened brain could not remember whether it was his own call to the police or someone else's phone call. Anyway, soon, the police came.

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