Chapter 28

The wife's eyes widened, she raised her head, and forced herself to glare at the debt collector, shouting, "Yes! That's what you saw! I'm dating someone who's our neighbor, who's good-looking and strong, has been together longer than you and is more likable than you, is gentle and considerate, has money and time, and doesn't lose his temper. What's wrong with that? If I hadn't made a mistake in choosing the right person, I wouldn't have chosen you."

She spat and said angrily, "Who do you think you are? Do you think I don't know you're fooling around with other women? I don't care about you! You can make yourself look bad, but as long as you don't infect me with the disease, I don't care. I'm also happy if you don't come home. Anyway, you don't do housework, don't take care of things, and don't even want to pay you. I look for you once, and you act like someone is cutting your flesh!"

The woman sneered, "Do you think you are generous? Do you think I really want to see you? Do you think I really want to talk to you? No need! You don't need to be here at all. It's best to disappear forever, let me live with my children and neighbors, we can live together forever, happily, everything is fine."

The debt collector retorted with wide eyes: "You don't have a job and no source of money. I don't give you money for your own good. What if you get cheated outside and your family property is emptied? You are at home all day long, how can you use money? You are a housewife, cleaning every day is enough, what else do you need money for? You ask for so much money at once, people who don't know would think you are cheating on me."

He said angrily, "And you were cheating on me! What else do you want me to say? There is evidence and witnesses! I have not wronged you! How dare you question me? That is money. Whoever wants my money is cutting my flesh with a blunt knife. Why can't I be sad? Why can't I be angry? Why can't I be reluctant to let go? You don't make money, and you can't sell it, so of course you think money is nothing."

The debt collector said this in a rage and punched his wife on the head.

The woman sneered, "There are so many rich people. I shouldn't have chosen you. You don't have a pretty face, you don't have enough money, you don't have responsibilities, you don't have time, you don't have a romantic factor, you have nothing. And you say that housewives don't need money. Bullshit! Have you ever been a housewife? You talk so confidently, as if you have been one. You don't know anything at all, and yet you are talking nonsense here.

It is because I am too tolerant of you that you are so reckless and think that others should give in to you. Why? Because you are shameless? Because you are so old and have not paid off your mortgage? Because you can't even afford half a car? Because you are flirting with others and are unwilling to tell others that you are married?

You can hang out outside and not come home, but I can't find someone who likes me to be with me while I take care of the kids at home? You want others to do housework and look after the kids, but you don't want to give me any money, and you hide yourself as if you are afraid of being seen. Do you think I haven't seen you on the street? I have seen you several times! You flirted with young girls on the street, do you think I am blind?

If you like money so much, why did you get married? Disgusting. You keep complaining about others wasting money, but isn't your money in your pocket? You spend the most money yourself, so why don't you say anything? It's as if it doesn't exist."

The debt collector was so angry that he slapped his wife on the face and shouted, "It's not your place to have a say in the affairs of the masters!"

The wife's ears were buzzing. She covered her face and started to cry. She shouted, "I don't care! Divorce! You must get a divorce! Do you think you are so popular? Wait until you get a divorce, then go and cheat on other girls! I won't bother with you. Don't waste time here. I must take the child away. You haven't even taken care of him for two days! How dare you say that!"

The debt collector became even more furious. He grabbed his wife and started beating her, cursing, "You shameless whore, you little bitch, do you think I don't know what you're thinking? If you divorce me, you can be with your lover, right? You can live together openly? Live next door to my house! I don't agree! I will never divorce you! You can't even see the child!"

He shouted, "That's my child, my offspring. It has nothing to do with you. I don't care who you mess around with, but you absolutely cannot pollute my home here! And you cannot do these messy things at my doorstep!"

The debt collector kicked his wife in the stomach.

The wife screamed and cried, then she groaned, covered her stomach and lay on the ground, her hair disheveled. She gradually lost her breath and died.

The debt collector tried to kick the woman but was stopped by a neighbor, who shouted, "She's already been killed by you! What else are you going to do? You're insulting a corpse!"

The debt collector sneered, "What do you think you can say to me?"

As he spoke, he also slapped her.

The neighbor was furious and started fighting with him. Both of them were bruised and battered. The neighbor was about to win, but the elevator suddenly went down. Neither of them paid any attention and continued to bump into each other in the elevator. The elevator door suddenly opened. The little boy with a schoolbag on his back looked at the elevator door opening and revealed two bloody adults. He was stunned and asked slowly and hesitantly, "Dad and uncle?"

He frowned and asked, "What are you doing?"

The neighbor wanted to explain immediately, so he stood up and said, "Uncle just met your father for the first time, and was so excited that he wanted to say hello. There was a little misunderstanding, don't mind, we have already talked it over, and it will be resolved soon."

The little boy nodded doubtfully.

The debt collector sneered as he pulled the neighbor down, punched him on the head, grabbed his clothes, and asked him contemptuously: "What are you pretending to be here? When you two were being affectionate, didn't you go to my house? Didn't you sleep in my bed? Didn't you meet my two children? Why are you suddenly acting like this? It's as if my children are yours."

He was furious: "I knew it! You two are bastards! Those two are bastards too!"

He yelled so loudly that the little boy outside the elevator door was startled. The little boy murmured, "Dad, you can't talk to the neighbor uncle like that. The uncle often comes to our house to take care of mom and is very good to us. You are repaying kindness with enmity. Dad, you should apologize. If you don't apologize, I will call the police and send you to the police station. The police will definitely know what to do."

As he spoke, he gradually gained confidence, stood up and stared at the debt collector.

The debt collector frowned and looked at him. Suddenly, he felt that he looked a lot like his neighbor. He sneered and said, "The son of a bastard is just so bastard. I must be right. You two are the father and son, right? If so, what does it have to do with me? You deserve to die."

As he spoke, he yelled at the little boy, "Get out of here! You little beast! You shouldn't have existed in the first place, let alone survived! You shouldn't have seen me, let alone discipline me, you don't have the qualifications! No reason is possible! Get out of here!"

The little boy was stunned for a moment, and tears suddenly fell. He turned around, ran away, and shouted: "Dad is so annoying, I hate Dad the most, Dad is so hateful, I will never like Dad again, Dad deserves to die, I will not come back."

The debt collector sneered, "Who cares?"

The neighbor even wanted to go out to comfort the child.

The debt collector grabbed the man and took out a knife, killing him instantly. The elevator was filled with blood.

The debt collector burst into laughter and chased after the boy with a knife in hand. When he reached the door, the little boy turned around and looked at the debt collector, muttering, "Dad, do you know you are wrong? Did you come out to chase me because you realize you are wrong? I know I shouldn't have said those words, I'm just too sad. Dad didn't come home or see me before, as if I would be angry without him."

The debt collector hid the knife in his hand, approached the little boy step by step, and asked with a smile: "Kid, why did you come back? Aren't you going to call the police?"

The little boy smiled and said with his head tilted up: "I don't plan to call the police. This is the first time. I won't make another example. Dad didn't do it on purpose. The neighbor uncle also said it was just a misunderstanding. It's okay as long as the misunderstanding is explained. I believe Dad won't do it again. I came back because I was worried about him..."

The debt collector didn't believe these words at all. He walked up to the little boy, held his shoulder and stabbed him with a knife.

The little boy was stunned for a moment and wanted to scream, but no sound came out. He lay on the ground, twitching and died.

The debt collector sneered and kicked the boy's body, cursing, "Damn it."

The little girl with a pink schoolbag on her back came home skipping and jumping. As soon as she entered the door, she saw her brother lying on the ground and her father standing next to him. She was stunned for a moment, then leaned against the door and asked cautiously, "Dad? What are you doing?"

The debt collector raised his head, looked at the little girl, and smiled slowly, "Come here, dear. Daddy loves you the most. You will listen to Daddy, right? Come here obediently. Daddy has made money and wants to take you shopping. Do you like delicious food or beautiful clothes? Or should we go to the amusement park?"

The little girl asked doubtfully, "What's with the blood on Daddy's body?"

The debt collector glanced down at his clothes and smiled nonchalantly, "Ah, these are all blood and plasma props from the haunted house in the amusement park. They smell a bit strong, don't they? Isn't it too smelly? Daddy will go home and change clothes later, okay? Daddy's little princess, come here quickly!"

He waved to the little girl again.

The little girl approached hesitantly and asked, "Dad, what is my brother doing lying on the ground?"

The debt collector laughed and said, "Brother is playing games with Dad. He promised Dad that he would not move around. As long as the little princess comes home with Dad, brother will get up."

The little girl completely believed the debt collector's words, nodded, and happily ran towards the debt collector: "Dad!"