Chapter 26

"Yes, I was the one who killed him. Everyone dies anyway. You just died earlier than others. Besides, why should you be unhappy? You are already so old. An old man should die. I have always thought this way! I told you, but you didn't take it seriously."

The debt collector laughed out loud, "I have told you stories too, but you didn't think I was warning you. I have told you this many times, but you never took it seriously. Just like many years ago, you never took me, a living person, seriously. I thought, you really deserve to die. It would be great if you died. Nothing would happen again."

Whether happy or sad, whether bad or lucky, it doesn’t matter, all must die, all must die, die for me!”

As the debt collector spoke, his expression gradually changed. He suppressed his smile, but his facial expressions were still disappearing. However, his cheek muscles remained in their previous state, making his whole face look like he was threatening others with a fake smile and gritting his teeth. His eyes scanned the surroundings, and the people around him were very scared. They quickly stepped back, step by step, to avoid his gaze and try to escape.

He did not focus all his attention on those people. It would be better to say that he had no intention of paying attention to these people at the beginning. However, when these people reacted to him in this way, he felt that he could not ignore them like this. They are also living people. They should also die, and they should also pay the price for their recklessness, ignorance and mistakes.

They were annoying, and the most annoying part was that they had the audacity to back away when he looked over, as if he were some kind of bug that should be avoided, and he didn't like that.

He wants to correct this mistake.

He found a butcher shop and rushed in. As expected, the entrance of the shop was a yellow, fragile-looking wooden board. On the surface of the board was a brown-red chopping board, which was much thicker than the board. There was a huge sharp knife stuck on it. It seemed to be for chopping bones, but it also seemed to be a butcher's knife. He couldn't really tell which one it was, so it didn't matter.

He didn't need to know what the knife was used for. He just needed to know that he needed a knife that could kill people, and he found it, and that was enough.

He stared at the knife and reached out his hand to grasp the handle of the knife. The handle was cylindrical and very hard. The surface was a layer of yellow that was unclear whether it was paint or pigment. The bottom was brown like a cutting board, leaning towards black. It seemed very dirty and heavy. He gritted his teeth and struggled to pull the knife out of the cutting board.

The knife was indeed very heavy. As soon as he took the knife out of the chopping board, he stumbled and almost fell on the ground. The weight of the knife made him feel like he was carrying a bag of fine rice weighing at least ten kilograms, or like he was holding the half-dead body of a child under ten years old.

The debt collector gritted his teeth and laughed. He didn't know why he was laughing, but he was just very happy. He felt so happy that he could go out and set off fireworks. However, for him now, the most important thing that needed to be solved was not setting off fireworks, but killing people.

He rushed out with the knife that he had snatched from the chopping board of the unattended butcher shop, aimed at the first person he saw, and chopped him down. He knew where to cut so that a person would die immediately, or even if the person did not die now, even if a doctor appeared later, he would not be able to revive the dying person.

This is exactly the effect he wants!

He just wants to kill people!

He just wants to kill people!

Damn them all, all of them go to hell. He chopped a man, and the man lay on the ground, motionless, with huge wounds on his body. Inside the wounds were flesh and bones, and it looked like the screen needed to be blurred to protect others' mental health. Something inside was flowing out through the cracks and onto the ground.

It looked like a duck that had been gutted and its wet innards taken out.

Most of the onlookers were shocked.

Part of the crowd reacted and prepared to flee.

They thought they could run away, thinking, there was only one person who wanted to kill, and there were so many people who could be killed, no matter who they were, all they had to do was unite, a group of people rushed over, snatch the man's knife, hold down his body, control his strength and the part of him that could still resist, and then we could escape!

They thought they could escape and were very happy. They didn't have time to think about anything else and just had to speed up. At this moment, a gust of wind blew towards them from behind with a smell of blood. They shivered and looked involuntarily in the direction where the wind was blowing.

They all screamed.

The scene was in chaos.

The debt collector killed the onlookers one by one, muttering: "Go to hell, kill you, go to hell, kill you..."

He was covered in blood, holding a knife and laughing on the road.

He killed everyone around him. He stood there in a daze for a while, then sat down to rest. He began to breathe heavily, as if his lungs' respiratory function had weakened.

The corpses around them gradually crawled up. They raised their heads and looked at the only living person in the middle, muttering, "It hurts so much. You should die too. You deserve to die the most. Why don't you die? You should die with us, with your loved ones, and with yourself. Go to hell, go to hell!"

They laughed.

The sound attracted the attention of the debt collector, who had been keeping his eyes closed and head down to calm himself.

The debt collector was startled. At first he thought it was the police passing by and saw what happened. His first reaction was to run away quickly. However, he stood up suddenly and his vision went dark. He was a little unsteady, so he sat down again. He didn't find the right position and sat on the ground. His vision gradually became clear and he saw that he was surrounded by a group of corpses that he had just killed. It felt very absurd.

"How is this possible? The dead will not be resurrected! Don't try to fool me! Who are you? I know, you injected me with hallucinogens, right? I'm not afraid of you! Don't say you are hiding and dare not come out. Even if you come out, I'm not afraid. You have the guts to kill me, otherwise, I will never give up on myself!"

The debt collector encouraged himself and murmured, "No matter what happens, I will not die helplessly!"

A smile appeared on his face.

He thought he could escape.

It never occurred to him that he might not be able to escape.

Holding a knife, he rushed out of the encirclement of corpses. He thought, the people I killed will become corpses, the corpses will wake up, and the awakened corpses will chase me. I can't stay here any longer. It's very dangerous here. Other places are always safe.

There were no living or dead people anywhere else, no corpses, and no one was awake to cause trouble for him.

He thought, all he had to do was get out.

He thought he could find a slightly safer place to rest.

He rushed out with confidence, shouting, "Come on!"

He actually rushed out.

He turned around and saw the bodies were left behind, some of them were even crawling on the ground. He laughed even more happily: "No matter how many people come! I can kill them all! I can kill them all!"

The mist suddenly cleared.

A man in police uniform came over and held him down: "What did you say?"

The debt collector turned around and saw the police. He didn't take it seriously, thinking that this was still a false illusion in the mist. He laughed and said, "I said, I killed countless people, but they are all dead. No one can kill me, and no one can arrest me."

He looked at the policeman's clothes with great disdain: "The police are no good either, they are all garbage. If the police were not garbage, they would have arrested me long ago. Now there is no evidence at all. Doesn't this only prove that the police are all garbage? Hahaha!"

The debt collector thought of his previous killing spree and felt very happy. In front of the police, he said in an even more ferocious tone: "I am here today. None of you can put me in jail, let alone kill me! You all deserve to die. Don't think I don't know that you are wearing a layer of human skin. No matter how much you pretend to be, you are definitely fake. I am not afraid of you. I will tear off your skin!"

As he spoke, he raised his knife and slashed at the police.

The police were shocked, and the knife suddenly disappeared.

Soon after, a group of people rushed over, pushed the debt collector to the ground, quickly put a silver bracelet on him, and covered his head with a black plastic bag with a serious look. They dragged him regardless and walked deeper into the dark and tidy area of ​​the police station.

If his guilt is proven, he will never be able to get out of jail for the rest of his life.

The debt collector was still unaware of the situation and was struggling on the road, saying, "Don't think that I can't escape just because you catch me. What's free here? I have money and connections, so I'm not afraid of anything! You beggars, don't think I don't know what you're afraid of. Your boss can ignore me, so how can you ignore a bigger boss?

You will let me go sooner or later. When that time comes, I will make you kneel on the ground and beg me. I will not go out even if you beg me, unless you give me a pretty girl and a box of money, and promise in person that you will never arrest me in the future. Otherwise, I will make you pay! Just wait for your regret! Hahahaha!"

While talking, the debt collector passed by a piece of glass. Through the blurry plastic bag and the narrow gap, he saw himself in the glass. He was stunned, blinked, and went crazy.

He yelled, "Don't try to kill me! I won't give in! Not even if I die!"

With a bang, the debt collector committed suicide.