Chapter 57 The Freight Company (The End) My neighbor hoards grain, I hoard guns, my neighbor…
A middle-aged man claiming to be a lion keeper entered the police station and, after a brief interrogation, confessed honestly—he had indeed deliberately released the lions in order to get an A rating.
Because his actions caused extremely negative consequences, the middle-aged man will be severely punished.
Meanwhile, the government website posted a notice stating that there have been repeated incidents of people endangering public safety and committing crimes despite repeated crackdowns. Such behavior will be severely punished in the future, and the public is urged to think carefully before acting.
A well-known blogger also posted, claiming, "Don't think that food poisoning is a minor matter and won't endanger anyone's life. Some people have already died from food poisoning. Others have experienced vomiting and diarrhea after eating, weakening their immunity. The flu takes advantage of this vulnerability, and patients have caught a cold!"
Others are also speaking out, saying, "Don't deliberately create food safety problems just to get an A! If the situation isn't addressed in time, it's tantamount to intentionally taking someone's life!!"
"If you find that someone you know is acting suspiciously, please report it immediately for your safety and that of your family."
"If the allegations are verified to be true, I am personally willing to provide a reward of 10,000 to 100,000 yuan to those who report the allegations, depending on the severity of the case."
Moral condemnation, severe punishment upon capture, monetary rewards for whistleblowers—all these measures were employed to temporarily bring the situation under control.
"Where is he?" Zhang Mo returned after delivering the goods and found that Xiao Wei was gone.
Yunxin replied, "I have to go to work, so I'll let him play by himself."
Zhang Mo felt that this statement was a bit strange, but he couldn't figure out why. After hesitating for a while, he gave up thinking about it and said, "Get in the car, let's go to the next house."
On the road.
Zhang Mo was driving very inattentively, glancing at Yun Xin every now and then.
Yun Xin asked directly, "What are you trying to say?"
Zhang Mo was caught peeking at Yun Xin. He coughed awkwardly before saying, "It feels strange. You behave differently in front of me than you do in front of Xiao Wei."
"People have many faces. They will naturally act differently when facing colleagues and when facing family," Yun Xin said nonchalantly.
As for having a face specifically prepared for Xiao Wei, which he would only wear when facing him, there was no need to tell Zhang Mo, an outsider, about this.
"You're so good to him, it seems you care about him a lot." Zhang Mo couldn't quite explain what he wanted to do.
It's not right to deliberately break up a young couple.
But he couldn't bear to see Xiao Wei having such a smooth life and being successful in love, given the beatings he had suffered in the past.
They probably just wanted to cause some minor disruption, nothing serious, like a prank.
“If you treat everyone the same, you’ll be too harsh on those you’re close to,” Yun Xin said earnestly. “If you can’t even treat the people you care about the most well, that would be too bad.”
Zhang Mo, "..."
Before he could even find an opportunity to sow discord or cause trouble, cold dog food was already being slapped haphazardly in his face.
Come to think of it, she's the "Witch of Misfortune"! She's seen life and death all the time, why would she care about a little provocation?
Thinking of this, Zhang Mo wisely shut his mouth.
Just then, a radio station broadcast the news: "A powerful tornado has struck! The roof of a century-old theater collapsed during a concert, resulting in 1 death and 28 injuries..."
During the news broadcast, small pebbles were repeatedly blown up by the wind and hit the truck's windows, making a series of crisp sounds.
"Is the car window sturdy?" Yunxin asked, a little worried.
"Don't worry, it's all impact-resistant glass, specially thickened."
Before we knew it, we had arrived at our destination.
Zhang Mo opened the door and got out of the car. A gust of wind blew by, and he almost lost his footing.
"The wind... is too strong."
No sooner had he finished speaking than a mouthful of sand entered his mouth.
"Pah, pah, pah."
Zhang Mo was busy spitting out sand, while Yun Xin took out the packing list and searched through it to find the goods one by one, "Two boxes of compressed biscuits, two boxes of milk, that's all."
"Well, let's go."
Zhang Mo pulled the cart and walked ahead.
Yunxin followed behind, and luckily someone was shielding her from the wind.
"404..."
They took the elevator upstairs and stopped at the door of room 404.
Zhang Mo knocked on the door, a standard smile on his face. "Hello, we're from the freight company. Your goods have been delivered. Please open the door and sign for them."
After waiting for a while, no one opened the door.
Zhang Mo knocked on the door again and repeated his words. This time, both the knocking and his voice were louder than before.
However, no one answered.
"Is he not home?" Zhang Mo took out his phone and called the customer. Unfortunately, no one answered after waiting for a long time.
Yun Xin listened intently, and after a moment said with certainty, "After the call was made, the cell phone alarm rang in the room."
"The phone is inside, but he's not here?" Zhang Mo was utterly speechless. "Where is he?"
With his phone not with him, he couldn't contact his customers.
The items are left at the door, or delivered later, and it's impossible to find anyone to discuss it with.
While they hesitated, the neighbor opened the door and poked half his body out. "Are you looking for Xiao Gu? He's a freelance illustrator who works from home. I haven't seen him leave today, he should be home. Call him again."
Zhang Mo raised his voice again and knocked on the door very hard. Three minutes later, the door still didn't open.
"Could something have happened?" Yun Xin had a bad feeling.
In a flash, she realized a possibility—carbon monoxide poisoning.
It's hard to say why she made that connection, but in that instant, the thought that "the customer might be suffering from carbon monoxide poisoning" took deep root in her mind.
Yunxin asked her neighbor, "Has he been burning charcoal in his house lately?"
"Yes," the neighbor nodded. "Didn't a city experience a power outage a while ago? Xiao Gu was very worried when he found out, so he bought charcoal and a brazier online. He said burning charcoal can keep you warm and also roast sweet potatoes, which is very convenient."
“He roasted sweet potatoes before and even delivered them to my house.”
The neighbor became increasingly suspicious as they talked. "Could he have burned charcoal with the windows closed and passed out from the smoke?"
"It's possible." For some reason, Yun Xin subconsciously felt that this was the truth.
"We need to call someone to open the door right away!" the neighbor exclaimed anxiously. "Xiao Gu is renting a place. I know who the landlord is. I'll call someone for you!"
"Thank you for your help."
Thanks to the neighbor's kindness, the landlord arrived in five minutes.
"You couldn't even contact Xiao Gu, so why did you call me here directly? What if he just happened to be out, and we suddenly went in with the spare key? Would that cause a bad impression?" The landlord was quite hesitant at first.
“Isn’t it because I’m worried something might happen to him? No one answers the door when I knock, no one answers the phone, and the neighbors say they haven’t seen him leave the house today.” Yunxin said worriedly, “What if something happens to him inside the house?”
landlord:! ! !
She was immediately convinced and took out her spare key to open the door.
"No matter what, we have to take a look," the landlord said, explaining as he opened the door.
After unlocking the door, she deliberately knocked loudly and shouted, "Xiao Gu, we were worried about you, so we're coming in!"
As soon as the door opened, a charcoal brazier was burning brightly in the living room. On the brazier was an iron rack, and on the rack were sweet potatoes, which were now completely charred.
All the doors and windows were locked.
A man lay unconscious by the window.
The landlord's face turned green. "Xiao Gu, wake up! You can't be hurt!!"
"The charcoal brazier is out, open the window." With that, Yunxin took the lead in opening the window to ventilate the room.
The best way to extinguish a charcoal fire is to pour sand into it, followed by sealing it. But due to the suddenness of the situation, Zhang Mo couldn't find the right tools. In the end, he simply poured water into the charcoal fire, and with a "sizzle," the fire was quickly extinguished.
Yunxin took out her phone and skillfully called an ambulance.
Soon after, an ambulance arrived and took the person to the hospital for emergency treatment.
The landlady's legs went weak. She looked gratefully at her neighbors and Yunxin, "Thank you for letting me know."
The neighbors sighed, "It's lucky that Xiao Gu survived. If the delivery company hadn't come to deliver the goods, I wouldn't have found out either."
Yunxin also said, "We only had suspicions, but luckily the landlord was willing to open the door. You saved him."
The neighbors were friendly, the landlady was kind, and Yunxin was humble; everything seemed warm and harmonious.
Zhang Mo couldn't help but facepalm—after such a long delay, the goods still hadn't been delivered, and he was destined to work overtime tonight.
Unexpectedly, upon leaving the residential compound, I received a notification: "Breaking news: A tornado has struck, causing 3 deaths. Residents are requested to stay home and avoid going out unless absolutely necessary. To reiterate, breaking news..."
Yun Xin asked doubtfully, "Is delivering goods by a freight company considered a necessary situation?"
Zhang Mo remained silent.
Despite having worked for several years, he had never encountered a situation like this before, so he was completely unaware of it.
However, admitting it in front of Yun Xin would be too embarrassing, so he pursed his lips, remained silent, and his mind raced.
Before I could figure it out, there was a knock on the car window.
Zhang Mo took one look and saw that he was wearing a police uniform; he was a policeman.
He rolled down the car window and tried to communicate, "We're from a freight company, and we're delivering goods to a customer..."
"What time is it? What kind of delivery are you making?!" the police officer interrupted quickly. "Find somewhere to take shelter! Several cars have already been swept away by the tornado, and power poles and trees have been swept up and smashed everywhere."
"I……"
Zhang Mo was about to say something when the police interrupted him again, "Hurry up, don't hesitate. After you leave, I also need to find a place to hide."
Zhang Mo was speechless and could only obey the arrangement.
A tornado can last for several hours.
When we stopped, the streets outside were a mess.
Even more tragically, many cities, including this city, lost power due to the devastation caused by the tornado.
When Zhang Mo first heard the news, his mind went blank.
A massive power outage? Or affecting several cities simultaneously? Is this something that can happen in a modern society?
Unfortunately, the disaster was real. He confirmed it repeatedly, and others advised him to face reality bravely.
"Didn't some customers worry that their cities would follow other cities and experience power outages, so they bought backup power supplies?" Yunxin reminded them. "Their concerns weren't unfounded; look how they've come in handy."
Zhang Mo was speechless.
He didn't dare say it, but he always felt that customers were worrying unnecessarily and might even have a hoarding habit.
Looking back now, they were truly wise and prescient. In contrast, I seem like an overly optimistic fool…
Zhang Mo took a deep breath, avoiding any mention of his own disheveled state, and instead asked, "What about you? Did you stock up?"
"We've stocked up on food, drinks, and other necessities," Yunxin replied. "Not a lot, but enough to last for a while."
"What's that saying again? 'If my neighbor hoards grain, I hoard guns; my neighbor is my granary.' Hoarding too much stuff isn't a good thing either."
Zhang Mo's pupils constricted, and a chill ran down his spine.
Yunxin glanced at the sky. "The wind has almost stopped, it's getting dark, and the police aren't letting citizens wander around outside. I definitely won't be able to finish my work today. There are people waiting for me at home, so I'm going home now."
Having said what she needed to say, she waved goodbye and strode outside.
Zhang Mo stared at Yun Xin's departing figure, unable to come back to his senses for a long time.
Yunxin is a witch. If her words come true... the world will probably be in chaos soon.
(End of this chapter)
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