The canteen was crowded, mostly with warehouse employees and quite a few delivery suppliers.
The food in the canteen was still good and cheap, so many delivery suppliers chose to eat there.
Of course, there were also many restaurants that had opened outside the Logistics Park, all doing booming business.
Keep in mind that two years ago when he came here to work, Crimson Preferred had just moved here not long before, and the area was desolate, not to mention restaurants, there were hardly any convenience stores.
Nowadays, like the street behind, there were only restaurants.
Moreover, near gates 1, 2, and 3 of the Logistics Park, there were many mobile vendors.
One could say that this single instance of Crimson Preferred had sustained many people.
Mu Rufeng and Uncle Liu got some food and found an empty table to eat.
At that moment, Mu Rufeng was so hungry that he was weak in the limbs, hence he ate quickly.
In just seven or eight minutes, he had devoured a large plate of food.
Uncle Liu had only eaten about a third of his.
Mu Rufeng stood up, intending to get himself a bowl of winter melon soup, when suddenly, a chill shot through his heart.
He saw something, an umbrella, a black long-handled umbrella, right by his feet, no more than half a meter away.
"Uncle Liu, check it out, is there something by my feet?" Mu Rufeng asked, his voice trembling.
"What's wrong? A rat? A cockroach? I don't see anything, did you step on some dropped food? Sticky?" replied Uncle Liu as he looked down.
"Bro, do you see anything by my feet?" Mu Rufeng then asked a young man nearby who was eating.
The young man glanced at Mu Rufeng and then down, saying, "There's nothing, what's up?"
The scorching weather, the noisy, crowded canteen, brought not a shred of warmth to Mu Rufeng.
At that moment, he felt an icy chill from the soles of his feet shooting straight to his crown; he was so cold.
"Nothing... it's nothing. Uncle Liu, you eat slowly, I'll be going."
Having said that, Mu Rufeng hurriedly walked out of the canteen.
Mu Rufeng stepped outside, looking around, did he see the black umbrella? No, he did not.
Mu Rufeng immediately pulled out his phone and dialed 110.
In trouble? Seek the police.
But was calling the police helpful? Mu Rufeng was extremely conflicted, wondering whether to make the call or not.
Only he seemed to be able to see that umbrella; others could not.
Mu Rufeng decided, make the call!
"Woohoo, woohoo, woohoo~~!"
Suddenly, the sound of police cars came from a distance.
Mu Rufeng looked closely and saw four or five police cars entering from gate one of the Logistics Park.
Following the police cars was a Mercedes MPV and behind them, two ambulances.
"What's going on?" Mu Rufeng instinctively wanted to go and check.
He didn't need to make the emergency call anymore, since there were already police officers there.
"Holy shit, you guys need to check the group chat, there's big news."
"Hurry up, it's definitely going to be deleted soon."
"Damn, for real? Another death?"
"Holy crap, it's real, so disgusting, can't stand it."
"Hell, who is this? What happened?"
Outside the canteen, groups of employees were gathering, chatting, smoking, and chewing betel nut.
Suddenly, one by one, they took out their phones, and their expressions changed.
Mu Rufeng also immediately took out his phone.
As a formal employee of Crimson Preferred, he had also joined quite a few work groups.
In the group, there was a massive amount of information that completely flooded the screen.
Mu Rufeng watched carefully and quickly scrolled through the chat history above.
After scrolling for a minute or two, Mu Rufeng finally found a video.
Mu Rufeng clicked into it and immediately his gaze tensed, feeling a tingling in his scalp.
He saw a bald middle-aged man lying on his desk, appearing to be asleep.
A steel bar had pierced directly from above through the back of the middle-aged man's head.
Above the back of his head, there was a large gash, and a lot of blood was flowing out, but no white brain matter was visible.
This person, Mu Rufeng did not recognize.
He looked at the message below, then he knew—the leader who handled the death of the two drivers was this bald uncle, Wang Kun.
Upon learning this news, Mu Rufeng couldn't help but swallow nervously; his heart grew even more anxious.
He vaguely guessed that these deceased people might all be related to the black umbrella.
And now that he had seen the black umbrella, was it his turn next?
Mu Rufeng stopped agonizing and briskly walked towards the office.
The police cars were parked over there; there would absolutely be no problem finding a police officer.
However, just after he had walked a few steps, a familiar dark shadow appeared again in Mu Rufeng's sight.
Mu Rufeng's right foot had already stepped onto the black umbrella.
The umbrella appeared abruptly, giving Mu Rufeng no time to react.
When Mu Rufeng stepped on the umbrella, it instantly turned into a puff of black smoke and then climbed up his right leg.
By the time Mu Rufeng reacted, the umbrella had bizarrely appeared in his hand.
Moreover, his right hand was holding the handle of the umbrella, and his thumb was pressing on the switch.
"Damn!" Mu Rufeng wanted to release the umbrella.
But he found that his hand wasn't obeying him as if he had lost control over his own palm.
No, not entirely lost control, he could still move his thumb.
Could he still move his thumb, and what did that mean? Was it asking him to press the button and open the umbrella?
Mu Rufeng wanted to run and find a police officer, but his legs couldn't move either.
The only things he could move were his head and that thumb.
"What do I do? What do I do?" Mu Rufeng breathed heavily, trying to calm himself down.
At that moment, suddenly, a figure passed through his chest.
It was a petite girl dressed in a warehouse vest, quite cute.
It was not that she was cute that mattered, but that she had passed right through Mu Rufeng's body.
What did this signify? Did it mean that Mu Rufeng, like the black umbrella, could not be touched by others?
Mu Rufeng tried shouting loudly around him, but he found that among so many people nearby, no one responded to him.
"To press? Or not to press?"
Mu Rufeng already had his answer.
He had no choice left.
"Snap!" A crisp sound.
The black umbrella opened directly.
As the umbrella opened, a cloud of black smoke emerged and enveloped Mu Rufeng.
Mu Rufeng instantly lost consciousness.
[Enter instance: Crimson Preferred]
[Instance type: Single player]