John looked at the turbine spewing out a massive stream of water beside him.
Crawling inside that thing...
And working in the dark for two hours?
"Gotta make a living, no choice. There's definitely risk. We saw scratch marks inside, and... entangled rubber sheets."
The foreman's face turned pale.
"I can pretty much guess. Since the connection was instant, and the downtime was so long, someone must have gone down there..."
John pieced together the incident from them.
The missing maintenance worker took a private job, the equipment accidentally started, leading to several people being shredded into pieces by the turbulent flows, leaving signs of struggle on the dark inner walls.
How do you find the bodies?
John looked at the cross-district bridge nearby, under the hot, pale sun lay a gently rippling water surface, with various floatsam and trash evenly spread along the shoreline.
"...Tch, f*ck."
After pondering for a moment, he asked the maintenance workers.
