Chapter 25

“Ahhh—”

the debt collector yelled.

He closed his eyes and covered his head, trying to turn himself into a stone, a snail, a brick, or something else, as long as he would not be chased and beaten. Then, he suddenly found that his eyes were bright, just like when you think it is dark, but when you open your eyes, you find that it is actually as bright as day outside.

The debt collector opened his eyes and slowly looked around tentatively. He found that there was no one outside, only a car. The car was parked in the heavy fog, as if it was stuck there because it couldn't be driven. However, he stared at the car closely. He recognized it. He knew that the car was not stuck there because it couldn't be driven. This car was the young man's car, the one he had taken to the amusement park, and it was stuck here because it was blocked!

He thought, maybe I could go over and take a look. If there was no one inside, then I could be sure that I was the only one here, and I would drive the car home. Home is always safer than outside.

The debt collector stood up cautiously and looked around. He didn't see anyone in the mist, not even a shadow of a person, and he didn't even hear the sound of birds. He was a little scared at first, but then he thought that in this environment, there would definitely not be a danger that could kill him suddenly, so he walked out with peace of mind and swaggered to the car door.

The debt collector bent down with his head pressed against the car window, trying to check the situation inside the car. There was nothing wrong at first, but he suddenly found that the part of the glass where his face should be was instead the face of another stranger. He was immediately startled and quickly stepped back, trying to avoid the attack. He closed his eyes, waved his arms, and thought, Oh no, I was careless, am I going to die here?

But he kicked something nearby and accidentally sat on the ground, only to find that the attack he thought was coming was nowhere to be seen. He opened his eyes carefully and found that there was nothing wrong. He stood up and went to the car window again to look, and found that the glass was normal this time, and the shadow in the glass was also normal. It was him, and there was no stranger.

He couldn't help but smile, heaved a sigh of relief, patted his chest, and murmured, "Great, it turns out I was seeing things wrong. It's normal to see things wrong in such heavy fog and such blurry glass. It's okay now."

The debt collector took a deep breath and tried to open the car door. With a bang, he fell flat on his face. He held his waist and pulled at the car door, saying angrily, "What a broken door! I'll kick it apart and throw it out when I get there."

While he was talking, he didn't look up. A hand reached out from the glass and grabbed his hair. It pulled it hard. He frowned in pain and wailed, "Stop pulling my hair! It's going to fall off! I don't have much hair to begin with! It hurts!"

With a bang, he hit his head against the glass. He rubbed his red forehead, sat on the ground, and muttered, "Humph, you want to hit me? You're still a little naive!"

As he spoke, he looked up, wondering who was hiding in the car and grabbing his hair. He thought it was the amusement park, but he found that the car was empty, without a single person. He was stunned and slapped himself, cursing, "What the hell! How is it possible? I just saw a very long, white arm grabbing my hair and couldn't pull it free."

He murmured, "No way? Could it be that I was drunk from the smell of alcohol and saw it wrong? I can't see it wrong again and again!"

The debt collector was confused and scared. He checked the car inside and out, but found nothing wrong. He was so angry that he stomped his feet and cursed: "Get out of here, you shameless bastard! Get out! Don't think I'm afraid!"

As he spoke, he sat in the driver's seat, fastened his seat belt, took a deep breath, and was about to drive. His foot missed a step and he was shocked. He thought he was dreaming about falling from a height, so he quickly let go of his hands and tugged at them in mid-air, shouting, "Don't think I'm going to die like this!"

Then he struggled in the restraint of the seat belt and hit his head on the steering wheel. A big bump appeared on his forehead and he stopped moving. He covered his head with his hands, tears flowing out. He looked out from between his fingers and couldn't help comforting himself that there was no danger. When he turned around, he suddenly saw another himself fastening his seat belt in the seat next to him and was stunned.

The man, who was also sitting in the driver's seat, seemed to sense something was wrong. He frowned, raised his head, and looked at the debt collector.

It was a bloody face that had just been cut by a knife.

The debt collector's eyes widened in disbelief, his legs trembling with fear, and he let go of the hand and screamed again: "Don't kill me! Don't kill me!"

He grabbed the golden mascot next to him and smashed it against the glass. With a loud bang, the glass shattered and fell to the ground, with part of it falling on him. He hurriedly threw away the glass fragments on his body with shaking hands and shouted, "It's not me! It's not my fault! It has nothing to do with me! I just walked over here for a while. How can you blame me?"

He comforted himself and drove out. When he was on the road, the fog gradually dissipated. He thought he was out of trouble and breathed a sigh of relief. He freed one hand, patted his chest, took out a box of cigarettes, lit it for himself, smoked, closed his eyes, held the steering wheel with one hand, stepped on his feet and hummed an unrhythmic song. Suddenly, there was a loud bang and the car overturned.

He climbed out of the car and angrily asked, "What's wrong with you?"

The passers-by on the side moved further away to avoid his hand, their expressions showing fear, disgust, and a bit of schadenfreude as they watched the excitement.

He was stunned for a moment, feeling very strange. He had never thought that a main road could be so strange before. Perhaps it was because of the atmosphere. He frowned in confusion and annoyance, thinking, come on, no matter what it is, I'm not afraid. He turned around and walked to the side of the other car that collided with him, intending to see the people inside.

The car was not big, but not small either. He lowered his head, but still couldn't see the glass behind the overturned car. He bent down, knelt on the ground, and put his face close to it, trying to check the situation inside. For a moment, he couldn't see clearly inside, so he became even more impatient. He frowned, stretched out his hand, and tried to open the glass. He failed. He became angry and hit with his fist, breaking the glass.

Looking inside through the broken glass, he saw three people in total, a taxi driver, an old man, and an old lady. He was stunned for a moment and felt that the people inside looked familiar. After looking carefully, he found that he seemed to recognize them, but he couldn't remember for a moment when he recognized the old couple inside and who they were.

He reached out his hand and tried to pull the person out. The person inside opened his eyes, tremblingly reached out his hand, grabbed his arm, and tightly grasped his wrist, mumbling: "Son, son, we have come to see you, are you here to see us too?"

The debt collector's face turned pale, and he immediately tried to withdraw his hand. He kicked the overturned car and cursed, "You old damned bastard! If you're dead, you're dead. How can you come back to life? You want to kill me? I won't compromise easily! You bastards, wait for me! How do you want to kill me this time? You're the one who caused my car accident, right? Don't even think about denying it, I won't listen!"

As he was about to stand up and run away, he found his hand being grabbed again and he couldn't pull it free. He shouted angrily, "What are you doing!"

The old lady's nails dug into the debt collector's skin, and blood was seeping inside.

She murmured, "Son, you have to decide for us. You were right beside us when we died. Did you see anything? Tell us, tell us clearly. Go find the police and give us justice. Otherwise, we will die with regrets!"

The debt collector went mad and kicked the car, shouting angrily, "Go to hell! Go to hell! How can a dead person show up again? Scatter my soul! Don't be complacent. You caught me this time. I'm still alive. I still have a chance. I can find someone to kill you again. I will make sure you never have a chance to be reborn! You won't even have a chance to regret. Go to hell—"

The old lady suddenly shed bright red tears and asked, "You, you, know more than just something, right?"

The old man sighed and said, "Son, our demands are not high. Why are you unwilling?"

As they talked, they climbed out of the car, raised their heads with smiles, and looked at the debt collector with their broken necks and bloodshot eyes. They approached him little by little, grabbed his ankles, his trouser legs and arms, and asked one question after another: "What happened back then? Don't you know it in your heart? You can't tell others, but you can't tell us?"

The debt collector couldn't get rid of them. He punched them on the head and kicked them. He couldn't help but sneer. With increasing strength, he tried to stuff them back into the car and said angrily, "I shouldn't have come to take a look! I'm really in trouble. I knew that seeing you would bring me bad luck."

The old lady grabbed his clothes and asked, "What happened? If I don't know this, I won't be at peace when I die."

The debt collector paused, took a deep breath, and laughed wildly: "I know this is fake! It's all fake! I'm not afraid of you!"

As he spoke, he snatched a shovel that was placed at the door of a nearby store and hit the old lady on the head, then hit the old man, leaving both of them with bloody heads. They could only lie on the ground, wailing in pain.

The debt collector laughed, "That's right! Don't you want to know what happened? I'll tell you! I killed you! In order to borrow money, I invited them to my house, caught you, blindfolded you, tied your hands and feet, and I killed you with a kitchen knife! I even cut up your body myself. What am I afraid of?"