48 Hours a Day

In the surveillance room, the security guard in charge of viewing the video suddenly found the image on a screen shaking and then flipped 90 degrees towards the wall.

This alerted him immediately, as Camera 24 was one of two cameras shooting Gate 3.

That's the most important part of the whole glass factory.

However, before he could react, there was a situation in the other lens where, like the 24 lens, the 25 lens was also used to monitor the Gate 3, and the image shook up as well, and you could see a furry thing dripping onto the lens.

Is this... a cat?

Security guards searched their social common sense that cats are also an animal living on the planet. Unlike animals such as pigs and chickens, which are raised in bulk for consumption, cats are mostly kept as pets. Especially in cities, more and more young single men and women are starting to raise cats, hoping to be accompanied.

But the cat itself is a very independent and cold animal.

As long as they are full of food and drink and satisfy basic games and social needs, they are completely comfortable to live without regard. Security is a little difficult to understand. Why don't you have a dog if it's just for company? Is it because cats don't have to escape?

But when it was discovered that the cat had encountered surveillance, his vigilance dropped.

Later, as if to corroborate his judgment, a small paw with a meat pad pressed on the camera, causing the monitor 25 to shift as well.

… Although there is no danger, the problem needs to be resolved.

The factory purchased older cameras that could not adjust the angle through the console, so the security guards in the monitoring room called the group of people who were patrolling outside to check and handle the situation.

And where he can't see it, the electric curtain door in workshop 3 is slowly opening.

Zhang Heng put the working kitten in his backpack and did not enter the workshop immediately because he knew that there was still some time before the team of security guards arrived, before he needed to put the remote control of the curtain door back to the guard.

Fortunately, the distance was not too far. Zhang Heng pressed the closing key against the curtain door outside the office building, then quickly hung the remote control back on the wall, without stopping, and turned around and rushed towards workshop 3.

The curtain door dropped a little faster than Zhang Heng expected, but he caught up in the end.

At the bottom of the curtain door and with less than 30 cm left on the ground, he rolled in, and the whole process was frightening, and Zhang Heng knew that he had passed the most dangerous level as the curtain door behind closed.

Ten seconds later, the guard in charge of the patrol also appeared on the other side of the road.

What they saw was a closed door, nothing unusual except cat-distorted surveillance, and the people who went to check the fire came back, confirming that the fire on the side of the cardboard factory could not burn here, and both sides returned to their respective positions.

Zhang Heng put his ears on the curtain door and listened to the footsteps of the people. For the sake of safety, he waited a little while before walking towards the workshop.

The situation here is similar to what he saw on the window earlier.

It is mainly a messy pile of waste, including some substandard glass panels, which have not known how long raw materials have been released, and even two old machines left over from the period of the state cannery.

Zhang Heng did not turn on the flashlight, put on the [filter lens] circle, did not find any danger, then hung it to his ear, “I came in, how was your side? ”

Since the two sides kept the communication open, Zhang Heng could hear the previous cardboard factory doorman's reprimand, and the sound of yelling for fire, then Baqing probably started running, her panting in her ear, but her running was a little too long, until now it still hasn't stopped.

Zhang Heng had to worry a little. Although the ignition point he had chosen would not cause much trouble, arson was eventually a vicious event. If caught, even if it was because minors would not go to jail, there would be a lot of trouble.

“Ah, I don't know.” Bai Qing's answer was somewhat unexpected.

However, Zhang Heng heard the rumor and asked patiently, "Can't you get rid of the chase? ”

“Chasing... chasing soldiers?” Baiqing gasped heavily, “I don't know if there was a chase. ”

“..." Zhang Hengdao, "haven't you looked back for so long? ”

After a while, Bai Qing's voice came back in his ear, “Ah, I'm sorry, I was so nervous, I was afraid someone would catch me. I haven't done anything bad at this level since I was a kid. ”

“It's okay.” Zhang Heng consoled, “I'll get used to doing it more often. ”

“Ah?” Bai Qing snorted.

“Just kidding, relaxing.” Zhang Hengdao, “make sure no one is behind you and go back to the car. ”

“Anything on your side?” Hearing from the ear hanging that Baiqing should be helping the wall recover strength.

“Well... we'll find out soon enough. ”

Zhang Heng said that one side had already walked around in workshop 3. His eyes eventually fell on the two old machines. Apparently, one of them should be a tank washer.

There are no lighting devices in the plant, however, Zhang Heng can still clearly see traces of dragging on the ground with the help of [filter lenses].

This tank washer weighs more than 100 kilograms and typically takes two people to move, but with Zhang Heng's current strength, one can barely move away. After pushing it away, it is a cellar-like place, and an uncomfortable smell emerges from the dark tunnel.

Zhang Heng hesitated, he didn't know what was going on below, especially how that strange smell would affect the human body, so he had to continue troubling the raccoon cat in his backpack.

Zhang Heng tied it up with a rope and hung it in the hole as bait. The latter was obviously dissatisfied with the arrangement, struggling and shouting from time to time. He obviously didn't like the breath either. Good thing according to Zhang Heng's previous observation, no one would come near workshop 3 except the team who patrolled on time.

After a while, there was nothing moving down there. The raccoon cat looked a little nasty, but it was no big deal, so Zhang Heng stopped waiting, pulled it up and put it back in his backpack, and then walked down the steps.

As he progressed, the unpleasant smell grew stronger.

And Zhang Heng noticed that some strange ferns began to appear on the surrounding walls. He had studied botany with Bell before, and later he himself had turned over some botanical atlases, but had never seen such ferns, which looked ancient, like the species of the Chalk Era.