I have a Secret

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Someone saw it, "Foreman Qi, you are so angry."

When he went out with his voice, several other people looked over and booed, saying that it will rain these few days and they can go to the town to find the young lady.

A trace of horror flickered in Qi Feng's eyes, and he stared at him as if he had seen a ghost. He turned the bucket upside down and poured warm water from head to toe, but it still didn't work.

"People can really piss people off compared to others. Look at Foreman Qi, that's what it is."

The speaker gave a thumbs up, staring at him without moving away, the envy and jealousy in his eyes almost ran out, he wished he could grab Qi Feng and press himself.

"Foreman Qi's future daughter-in-law is blessed."

Qi Feng smiled lazily, "I can't help it, I'm very talented."

"Forget it, daughter-in-law. I'm used to being alone, but I don't want someone to control me."

There was a slight sound in the bathhouse, and several people were busy in their own world.

Qi Feng didn't join in, he wrung out the towel and threw it into the bucket, put on a T-shirt and shorts and went out.

Standing outside the bathhouse, the curvature of Qi Feng's lips disappeared, he rubbed his forehead, "Old man, you are trying to kill me..."

He Peng came towards him, carrying a bucket of water in his hand, coming to take a bath. He passed by Qi Feng, whistled and said, "I didn't see that, foreman Qi is better at playing hooligans than I am."

Qi Feng turned a deaf ear to it, he found a remote place and went back to the dormitory comfortably, Zhou Yang and the others got excited.

It was almost eleven o'clock when the noise stopped. If they hadn't had to go to work tomorrow, they would have played all night.

In addition to the public bathhouse on the construction site, there is also a public toilet. There are four cubicles inside, and there are two rows of urinals on the left and right.

At night, a worker was carrying his trousers to the toilet. He heard a voice from the room inside, and asked tentatively in the dark, "Yangyang? Is it you?"

Zhou Yang drank a lot of wine and got drunk, he responded with his tongue out, "Yeah."

The worker had diarrhea, set off firecrackers crackling for a while, and sighed comfortably, "You've either been smoking good cigarettes or drinking good wine recently, have you lost your temper?"

Zhou Yang muttered something, and it seemed to be swearing, but he couldn't hear clearly, he drank too much.

"If you send it, you have to bring your brother and me, tsk tsk, Zhonghua cigarettes are easy to smoke, and I don't know when I can smoke whatever I want. It must be so cool."

The man heard the rushing water coming from the room inside, mixed with the sound of clothes rubbing, Zhou Yang seemed to be putting on his pants, and the sound lasted for a while, as if the pants were not going well.

Just as he was about to speak, he heard the door of that compartment open, and the footsteps got closer and further away, until they disappeared completely.

"Stinky boy, don't wait for me."

The toilet suddenly fell silent, and the surroundings were pitch black again. The man felt a little hairy for no reason, and he gave up the idea of ​​squatting for another ten, twenty, ten minutes, wiped his buttocks and left.

It happened the next day.

Someone went to the toilet in the morning and found a dead body lying in the innermost compartment, with protruding eyeballs and a circle of bruises around the neck.

Zhou Yang is dead.