"Yes, yes, that's a collection of poems by the poet!" Qi Lei said hurriedly.

"Then you sign and take the things back."

"Thank you!" Qi Lei nodded quickly and signed to collect the relics of Poet Chen.

After walking out of the police station, Zhang Guoning and Wang Yaoyan both breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhang Guoning looked at Wang Yaoyan and said, "This time you are lucky and saved a lot of compensation. However, you should solve the fine for this safety accident yourself!"

Wang Yaoyan nodded repeatedly: "Manager Zhang, it goes without saying this. I just want you to do it and blame the accident on the deceased. I will pay less fines."

Zhang Guoning snorted: "Of course I can do it. Whether I can pay less fine depends on the meaning of the head office."

Qi Lei stared at Wang Yaoyan and asked, "What should I do if Chen Guangming's compensation?"

Wang Yaoyan grinned: "He has no name and no relatives, but who will I pay for? I will pay for the deceased and then cremated together?"

"Fuck!" Qi Lei pointed at Wang Yaoyan and shouted: "Dare you dare to say that he has no name, no surname, no family? But his relatives have not been found yet! Give me the compensation first and leave it here so that you won't be able to lose money at that time! He was brought by me, and I am his relative!"

Wang Yaoyan sighed and nodded, "Okay, okay, I'll give you 10,000 yuan, so don't say anything. I am the head of the construction site, I have the responsibility; you are the one who leads the class, and you have the responsibility too! It's just that I'm in trouble, I have to bear more responsibilities..."

Qi Lei sneered: "Wang Yaoyan, I want to kill a life if I spend 10,000 yuan? You think so well on the special code!"

Wang Yaoyan frowned: "I will give you 15,000, the most."

"I don't care about the broken matter between you two." Zhang Guoning waved his hand and got in the car and ran away.

Qi Lei did not let Wang Yaoyan go and continued to ask for compensation.

Wang Yaoyan bargained and finally agreed to give 20,000 yuan, which was temporarily placed here.

After the great poet was cremated, things came to an end.

Wang Yaoyan gave Qi Lei 20,000 yuan, and from then on he never interacted with Qi Lei.

Qi Lei learned from his mistakes and took the workers to work more carefully and pay more attention to labor safety training.

Every night, Qi Lei would open the collection of poems of the great poet, reading the poems word by word, hoping to find the identity information of the great poet from the lines. However, everything was futile. Qi Lei memorized both collections of poems, but still didn't know what the great poet was called and where his hometown was.

The most common words appear in the poems of great poets are "wings" and "soul".

Qi Lei recalled the scene of the great poet falling from the building countless times, and felt that he had found his soul, so he spread his wings and left.

And where is his soul? Qi Lei was very confused.

...

Just when Qi Lei was worried about his soul, Zhenhua was also worried about his soul.

I don’t know when it started, but people in Dongwan Village would hear strange and desolate crying at night.

The crying sounds were long and short, heavy and light, and it drifted with the wind, as if it was from behind a group of villages, near Xiu Lian's grave!

The strange night cry started after the Mid-Autumn Festival and appeared every now and then, intermittently until October, without any sign of stopping.

The villagers were all very scared and talked a lot, saying that it was Xiu Lian's soul crying at night.

In this fearful mood, the villagers began to complain about Zhenhua and Qi Lei again, believing that they had stolen Xiulian's ashes and brought ominousness to the village.

Fear spread, and the villagers didn't dare to walk alone at night, and closed the door early every night.

The most courageous person in Dongwan Village is the pig slayer Wang Xiang.

It is said that pig slaughter slaughtered big beasts all year round, and his murderous aura was very strong, which could intimidate those lonely ghosts.

So the villagers encouraged Wang Xiang to check it out at night.

Wang Xiang was indeed brave enough to take Zhenhua to the riverside at night, but saw nothing.

Zhenhua is a party member and an atheist. He doesn't believe that Xiu Lian's soul is crying, but he can't explain the strange night cry.

The villagers have held a private meeting and discussed whether to dig out Xiulian's ashes and deal with them separately.

When Zhenhua heard this news, he was anxious and quickly wrote a letter to Qi Lei and asked him to come back to discuss it.

Qi Lei was also shocked when he received a letter from Zhenhua and handed over the construction site to Chen Daogang, and hurried back to Dongwan Village.

That day happened to be the day before the heavy snow, and there was still half a month before the winter solstice.

That night, Qi Lei had a meal at Zhenhua's house, and the two closed down to discuss.

Qi Lei said, "To be honest, I would rather Xiulian have a soul. Zhenhua, we will go to the river beach tonight to see what's going on. If Xiulian has spirits in the sky, she will definitely come to us."

Zhenhua shook his head: "I am a party member, a firm atheist, and I don't believe that the crying has anything to do with Xiu Lian. Someone must be making trouble and deliberately creating panic!"

Qi Lei frowned and asked, "Have you heard that cry?"

"Of course I have heard it often when the north wind blows. But that sound... doesn't look like a local accent."

"It's not a local accent? So it's still an outsider? Okay, let's go to catch ghosts tonight and see who she is!" Qi Lei was ready to beat.

"Actually, I doubt that there is no evidence for a person." Zhenhua said hesitantly.

"Who do you doubt?"

"Iron Bridge!" Zhenhua touched his chin and pondered: "I have heard the sound of crying at night several times, and felt that the sound was very similar to the Iron Bridge. But I asked Song Jiacai, but this kid firmly denied it. I also asked Tieqiao, but Tieqiao did not say a word..."

Qi Lei was also deeply confused and frowned and said, "If it was Tieqiao, then what was her motive? Why did she pretend to be a ghost and cause panic?"

Zhenhua shook his head, indicating that there was no solution.

Qi Lei thought for a while and said, "No matter what, I will go to the river beach tonight!"

Zhenhua shook his head: "It's useless. Uncle Xiang and I went to check twice, but we didn't see anything."

Qi Lei was very stubborn and pulled Zhenhua away.

The two of them took advantage of the moonlight to come to Xiulian's grave, sat down and smoked and chatted.

Qi Lei talked about the great poet Chen again and read several poems by the great poet to Xiu Lian.

Zhenhua sighed: "It's a pity that a great poet disappeared like this. Qi Lei, this is also the evil you have done. You are determined to make money and recruit blind workers, but in the end a talented poet died in a foreign land."

Qi Lei looked lonely and sighed to the sky: "You said I was a sin, I admit it. Teacher Ma is right. When capital comes to the world, every pore is dirty and bloody... If I want to make a big business, I have to accumulate capital and cannot avoid these dirty methods. Of course, I am not the boss of the black brick kiln, and I have not forced anyone to work. They are all looking for relatives and friends but are penniless on the streets, and they come to me for odd jobs."

Zhenhua remained silent.

Qi Lei said again: "When I have money in the future, I can also be a philanthropist to make up for my debt to these blind workers."
Chapter completed!