Red Moon Returns

"Beep, beep, stand up, line up."

While thinking about countermeasures, Lin Qi suddenly heard a noisy sound. Looking in the direction of the sound, there was a small empty space for loading and unloading not far from the entrance. At this time, there were a dozen workers in shabby clothes gathered there.

Three men in formal clothes were looking like supervisors, blowing whistles and waving wooden sticks to maintain order. The short wooden sticks were whirring and hitting the noisy workers from time to time.

"You are late for thirty seconds, and you will be deducted three pennies from your salary. Stop talking nonsense, and you will be deducted three pennies next time you are late."

"You are not allowed to go. You have to go to the toilet as soon as you enter the factory. The toilet is your home. Hold it in."

"Pah, you lazy guys, hurry up, go to work immediately after signing in, dawdling, do you want to get paid for nothing?"

The supervisor shouted arrogantly, but Lin Qi's eyes lit up when he heard it. Yes, this is not like the hometown where you punch in and out with fingerprints. Here, attendance records must be recorded in the sign-in book.

Soon, the foreman, who was guarding against thieves, drew a check mark on the workers' faces one by one, and then carefully put the book back to the duty room, and carefully checked it before leaving. However, as soon as he turned to leave, a figure appeared out of thin air in the duty room, looking through the densely packed registration list.

The densely packed attendance records, every day's work and leave were recorded in great detail. Lynch remembered the question behind the graffiti, "Where did they go?", thought about it, and began to check the list carefully.

These people went to work and left work every day, and the time was recorded very detailed. There was no phenomenon of only work records but no leave records. However, there were often workers who went to work every day before, but suddenly one day they never came again, but for day workers, this was normal.

Could it be that the child was just talking about these workers?

Lynch was a little skeptical. If it weren't for the obvious abnormality of little Janet's condition, he might have believed it, but now he still had doubts in his heart.

Let's take a look at the situation first.

Just as he was thinking, there was another noise outside the duty room. Lin Qi quickly hid. Sure enough, the three supervisors came in to get the attendance book.

Someone came outside again, this time it was a worker who was leaving work.

These workers were obviously numb and exhausted. They moved to the factory gate like a group of zombies and stood in a row, waiting for the supervisor to call their names. The three supervisors first carefully searched everyone's pockets to confirm that no factory items were taken out, and then took the list to call their names one by one.

"Peter."

A hand trembled and raised.

"William."

A weak voice: "Here."

"Mary."

An equally weak middle-aged woman: "Yes, sir."

"Lika. Where's Lika? Didn't she leave work?"

Who is Lika? Someone asked, but more workers just looked at each other, but they were too lazy to say anything and shook their heads tiredly.

That's right, no one cares about a worker they don't know.

The supervisor did not ask any more questions, but jumped over to continue the roll call. He quickly checked the identities of the workers who had left the factory one by one, waved a wooden stick to drive the workers out of the factory, and then put the registration book back to the duty room.

Lin Qi noticed that the faces of the three people were a little stiff, but they did not talk. They just looked at each other and hurriedly walked towards the factory. Lin Qi frowned, opened the registration book, and found that there was indeed a vacant position for Lika among the names of this group of workers.

Looking back, it was almost the same every day. This group of people had left the factory together for at least half a month. How come no one knew Lika?

At least there should be some impression, right?

While thinking about it, the three supervisors hurried back to the duty room, looked at each other with evasive eyes, and finally the leader opened the registration book and wrote a few words, then left the duty room in silence. Soon, the laughter of the three people, which seemed to be intentionally amplified, came in.

Lynch reappeared and opened the registration book again. Then his mouth twitched. The time when the group of people just left work was written behind Lika's name. It looked exactly the same as the performance in the previous few days.

Lynch realized that something was wrong. Everything in the previous list was normal. Is it always kept like this?

Seeing these supervisors so skilled and calm, it must not be the first time they have done it. They must be hiding something. Did Lika die in a production accident? Or is it like little Janet's question, they are all gone?

But it's not right. If people don't go home, their families will definitely come to look for them. It's impossible to hide it like this.

The more he thought about it, the more confused he became. Lynch shook his head and decided to put his doubts aside.

Now he hasn't found any substantial abnormalities. It's too easy to find excuses to get away with just a guess. Now to question a few supervisors will only make them alert and will not help to find out the truth.

Let's go in and take a look first. These supervisors are not short-term workers. They can't run away. I will settle accounts with them after I find the problem.

After making the decision, Lynch took another look at the registration book. Janet Scott, employee number 324, workshop 8C. Lika Holling, employee number 122, workshop 10E.

Putting everything back to the way it was, Lynch quietly left the duty room, ignoring the three supervisors who had already started to chat and laugh normally, and easily entered the factory.

This is called a screw factory, but in fact it also produces some small accessories such as gear connecting rods. Each factory is divided into several workshops, and the workers are fixed in their own workshops most of the time, doing the same work.

The air was full of the smell of oil and metal dust, and the roar of steam locomotives echoed repeatedly in my ears. The overflowing steam made the air hot and humid, and the coal smoke and ash made the factory smoky like hell.

In such an environment, dozens of workers repeated the same work, numb and mechanical, like zombies.

There were also two supervisors in the workshop, who patrolled the factory repeatedly, raised wooden sticks and hit the workers from time to time, and shouted loudly to wake them up from their semi-sleeping state.

The first step of the investigation was to determine whether there was anything mysterious in the factory "now", whether it was a strange object or a document. Lynch did not alarm anyone. He circled the factory several times at the fastest speed to ensure that he passed all positions in the factory within a distance of three meters.

Little Janet's 8C was still normal, and her inspiration was not strongly suppressed. Ms. Luna did not call the police. Lynch thought about it and went to the 10E workshop where Lika Hollin was. He was not off work, so he should still be here in theory. The supervisor who was in charge of attendance just now should have come in to confirm the situation.

The situation in the workshop was no different from 8C. It was lifeless and lifeless, but there was no sign of a missing worker. This made Lynch wonder if he was overly sensitive?

To be on the safe side, Lynch activated the ability of phantom voice and turned his roar to a few meters above his head.

"Lika, is Lika here? Your family is looking for you."

All the workers had no reaction, and they didn't even bother to look. Instead, the supervisor came over with a stick, looking around for the person who was shouting in confusion, while muttering and cursing:

"You bunch of idiots, why are you looking again? I told you, there has never been a person named Lika here, get out of here quickly."

After searching for a while and not finding the person who was shouting, the supervisor thought that he had been scolded away before he came over. He turned around and left in dismay, revealing Lin Qi's somewhat weird expression under the cover of the machine.

No such person? Is it a lie?

No one reacted. It is impossible for a worker on the production line to not know him at all. There should be at least a few people who know him. Unless there is really no such person, they will not forget him.

But he is clearly in the registration book, where did he go?

Hiss, isn't this the problem of little Janet?