The Bronze Mask Mystery

It rained heavily in Binzhou City for three consecutive days. At twelve o'clock at midnight, the iron roof of the abandoned machinery factory was smashed and crackled. The cleaner Lao Zhou held up a flashlight that was about to run out of power and waded through the water - he had to clean up the garbage in the factory before dawn, otherwise the deduction from his salary would be enough for him to eat porridge for half a month. When the beam of light swept across the rusty punch, a pale thing suddenly floated on the water. Lao Zhou's heart clenched suddenly, and the flashlight fell into the water with a clang, and the beam of light shone crookedly: it was an arm that was half exposed out of the water, and the cuffs were stained with some white powder, which was sticky in the water, and it was hard to see what it was; and under the water, you could vaguely see a cold-glow hard shell thing buckled on the man's face. The outline looked like an opera mask, but it was colder than an ordinary mask. "Dead man! Killed!" Most of Lao Zhou's screams were swallowed up by the heavy rain. He rolled out of the factory and ran out of the factory. His trousers were covered with mud, and his hands shook like chaff when he took out his mobile phone to dial a number. The moment the call was connected, there was a muffled "boom" sound from deep inside the factory. He was so shocked that he even forgot to pick up the flashlight that he had dropped in the water. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.