Heavy raindrops began to hit the ground. Lin Mo raised his hand to wipe the moisture from his face and quickened his pace.
The cement roads in the old community are full of potholes, and the stagnant water reflects the lead-gray sky. The air is filled with the unique smell of mud and old brick walls soaked by rain.
He went to the community today to check for hidden dangers before the flood season. He didn't expect the "surprise" to come so quickly.
In front of Building No. 3, The broken manhole cover is particularly glaring.
It is better to say that it is a manhole cover than a mixture of concrete and steel bars that have been violently crushed and then barely put together. The cracks are like huge black spider webs, and a hole the size of a fist has collapsed in the center.
The rainwater was seeping in along the cracks, making a tiny, tooth-aching "sizzling" sound.
Lin Mo frowned, took out a roll of bright yellow warning tape from his canvas bag, and carefully pulled up a two-meter-wide warning zone around the damaged area.
The tape was wrapped around the rusted railings and nearby telephone poles with a painfully skillful movement—he had done this job often.
