December 28th, 10:28 AM.
The weather is cold, and the temperature is not high.
Qinghe Amusement Park construction site.
The police from Qinghe Road Police Station have already started setting up a cordon at the scene.
The report was made by the site security guard, an elderly man in his sixties.
Action Team Two has arrived at the scene ahead and is questioning the reporter, with Zhang Hui taking charge.
"It's winter now, the construction has stopped, and I'm the only one watching over the site."
The old man is named Zhang Fugui. He shows no fear, anxiety, or any nervousness as one might imagine.
"Aren't you nervous seeing the body?"
"Nervous about what? I used to see the morgue at the funeral home. I've seen all kinds of bodies."
Zhang Fugui puffed on a low-quality cigarette, his eyes showing no fluctuation, just narrating calmly.
