Before the Rainstorm

The rainstorm hasn't come yet. But Lin Jiancheng knew that it would be soon. In his previous life, on a rainy night, the foundation pit collapsed and he died under the mud and steel bars. After taking the blame for eight years, there was no one to collect the body. When he opened his eyes again, he was back before the rainstorm. The forty-eight-hour countdown has begun. Same construction site, same people. Team leader Zhao Youcai was assigning work to him with a smile - he was laughing because the three tons of steel bars had already found a buyer. Construction worker Sun Zhiqiang refused to repair the slope - he refused because he had long since sold the steel components for scrap. No one knew that the laborer in a military coat standing in front of them had already died once. But this time, Lin Jiancheng will not wait any longer. He knew which door the steel bars would exit through. He knew which cracks in the foundation pit would collapse first. He knew that the welder named Chen Xiaojun would be buried alive under the foundation pit on a rainy night. Before the rainstorm, he turned over every trump card. This time, he was not the prey.