The umbrella wet with rain fell to the ground and opened automatically. The raindrops splashed and splattered, but it was nothing compared to the tears on the face of the madman who had lost everything. Wit grabbed the collar of the old woman's shirt until the buttons fell off. He pressed for a reason, asking why she had lied, why she had to tell him about this damn sad story!
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The only answer was that the police couldn't contact anyone. In the van were all Prao's relatives. And when everyone died at the scene, the HR department that Prao belonged to was like the last source of hope. The old woman, the head of the department, had to come to Wit herself. She had told Wit that "If anything happens to the company's employees, the first person to know is the HR department. And the company will never leave anyone behind."
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This used to make the listener feel touched, but today it seemed like it wouldn't help at all! Wit was so crazy that he had no more strength. He had to let go of the old woman in HR to be free before scraping his body and collapsing on the tiles in front of the counter. How good it was that she didn't faint.
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"Sigh...!"
"Do you want me to stay with you? I'm happy to help. In terms of humanity, I can feel your pain... Manager!"
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Using psychology is something that people in this line of work are good at, but Wit chose to shake his head in response.
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"Isn't that so?"
"Then you don't have to worry about Prao. She'll get all the benefits. All her relatives are also covered by the insurance. The company will take care of them all. You don't have to worry about this part at all."
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"..."
The bereaved man was still staring blankly. His back was still leaning against the apartment's reception counter.
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"Be patient, Manager. The executives and HR have already ordered that we will all go to the funeral tomorrow. Along with giving out compensation money, we'll go to Prao's house in the province. You can go with us. I'll come back and pick you up..."
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"..."
Wit remained silent. This time, he started using both hands to cover his face. And then just bowed his head and cried as if he was going to die. At first glance, knew that this symptom was a desire to be alone. He was probably not ready to accept any kind offers.
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Then, Aunt Hr gave him a copy of the police's evidence. In the envelope, there were pictures of the deceased, pictures of the crime scene, and pictures of the deceased's ID cards that could be used to confirm clearly who all the bodies were. So this wasn't a lie. These documents were more than a daily record issued by the government.
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"Everything is in this envelope. When you're ready, you can open it and look. I think you probably want to be alone. But if you change your mind and want to go to the funeral in the province, call me. I'll come pick you up tomorrow.."
"I'm sorry.. I'm really sorry for you. And we'll get through this together, Manager~"
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The old woman put the envelope on the counter. She leaned down to hug Wit to say goodbye. Before turning back to grab the umbrella that was wet from the rain and asking to leave.
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Wit let himself sink into a dark mood. The first body was the security guard. The second body, he never thought that it would take the life of the person he loved the most. Just this much, he knew that the evil spirit was serious! It would attack everyone who had a part in his dream, and now, he was the only one left alive. Perhaps, this was the greatest thing it wanted. The revenge of someone who was very resentful might not mean killing that person, but it might mean making the target suffer the most mentally!
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Which worked! Because he was falling like never before! After a minute, almost an hour, through the eyes of tens and hundreds of people passing by, the young man who had lost his life was still sitting in front of the counter without any trepidation. He didn't want to do anything else, if it weren't for the previous owner of the dorm walking over and nudging him.
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"Ah... ahhh... ahhh..."
"I understand, brother... I'll get up now. I just feel exhausted."
Wit stood up with his back against the counter. He used the back of his hand to wipe away his tears and took out the envelope of documents that the old woman had left for him. Before walking back to his room on the 3rd floor
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"Aaaaaahhhh...d...d...d...d"
The sound of the door opening a crack
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The light that came through made all the information that he had carefully pasted on the wall hit his face. Tears were about to flow no more. The sadness began to form into resentment. Since the ghost could resent him, why couldn't he resent her back? Which interdimensional law forbids ghosts from dying a second time!
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Gritting his jaw...d...d...d, clenching his fists tightly as if he was going to eat his blood and flesh! Wit swung his feet three steps straight towards the wall. He stared at the picture of the ancient hip roof house and shouted,
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"Are you in here, you evil ghost! You're waiting at the marigold field. Don't come! I'll take the gasoline to burn your house down myself!"
"You damn bastard!!! You killed my wife!!!"
"Fuck...fuck...fuck...fuck!!!"
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"Bang! , Bang! , Bang! , Bang! "
He punched the wall stupidly and punched until the envelope tucked under his armpit fell down.
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Until his hand was swollen and covered in blood, until the fatigue replaced the anger and he stopped. The young man retreated and threw himself on the bed. At the same moment, his eyes glanced at the evidence that had fallen on the floor. Wit reached out to pick it up and opened it to read. In it, there were pictures of the crime scene, pictures of the deceased, information on the initial physical characteristics of the deceased, etc. Most importantly, there was information on the address of Prao and her family in the province. Wit's subconscious was startled!
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"Heh...heh...sob...sob...oh...oh...oh~"
"I miss you so much Prao.. "Sobbing...sob...sob...sob...sob"
"How are you... The whole car is on fire... Where are you now...sob...sob...sob"
"Did they do a good job with your funeral? What about your parents and other relatives...? Sobbing...sob...sob...sob"
"Who's going to take care of you now...na...na... Are you all alone? That's why you had to come see me last night."
"Sob...sob...sob...sob...sob...sob...sob...sob"
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It's like bipolar disorder is acting up again. Wit is in a state of being on and off in an indescribable way. On one hand, he's angry at the evil ghost who caused the trouble, but on the other hand, he's also thinking about his girlfriend's ghost and her relatives. They must be lost and confused to come to him at the temple. And there's also the matter of the funeral. When the whole family has died like that, who will be left to take care of the arrangements?
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The words of the HR aunt who said that the help from the company will be sent tomorrow, so it's too late! Wit can't wait with them! He has to get there first. He has to get there as soon as possible. He can't wait any longer. Since all the map information is already in the envelope, isn't it a good thing to do to be with Prao in her final moments with her family?
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"Okay Prao! I've made up my mind. I'll go see you now!"
"Even though I don't have my own car anymore, But I will take the bus.."
"And even though I have never been to your house in the province, with these maps and GPS numbers, I will go to you myself!"
"No need to suffer anymore.. I will go to you now.. I will be there to keep you company, my love..g..g~~"
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Wit prayed with a trembling voice. No one who has not experienced it would understand. When people lose someone they love suddenly, it is as if the plug is unplugged. If they do not keep their wits about them, they will not be able to get through this terrible thing. The young man quickly packed his bag, took a shower, and got dressed. He took pictures of the documents and saved everything on his phone. Like a new generation who likes to use digital files, it is more convenient than paper. On top of that, he also took pictures of the information on the wall and saved it to his phone's memory card.
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"Since I am taking pictures, I will take pictures of everything at once so that I can finish it all at once."
Wit thought to himself. He then carried his backpack on his shoulder, closed the door, and locked it, and started his journey.
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"Aaaaaah... ahh... ahh!!!"
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Cut to the bus station. Tickets and destinations were in hand. The young man carried his luggage onto the bus and walked straight to the seat with the number matching the ticket. He sat down immediately and immediately noticed the first unusual thing: "Why is this bus so empty?" Wit thought to himself that it might be because it was during the COVID period. Public transportation might not be 100% full yet. People might still be afraid, so he didn't care. Because he himself hadn't taken a tour bus for more than 5-6 years. He had always used his own car.
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However, until the time the wheels started rolling, there were only Wit, the bus boy, and the driver, a total of only 3 people! The time on the clock struck 19.00 and it would be midnight, around 2-3 a.m.
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Imagine a long tour bus with no one sitting on it. Almost 20 seats creaked along with empty, dim shadows. The lights on the roof were dimly lit, creating a scary atmosphere that reminded me of horror stories in my mind. Wit is on his way to find the ghost of his lover who cares for him. He is heading straight to a land he has never been to before.. And what will he do to keep himself awake? On a swaying car at night like this, its swing is no different from a baby's cradle that a mother uses to lull her child to sleep.
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"I won't sleep.. At least not tonight."
"If I don't sleep.. You can't come out! , Huh huh."
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"Crackkkkkkk!"
The sound of twisting the cap of an energy drink bottle and lifting it up to drink.
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Don't drink more than 2 bottles a day. But now Wit has already drunk 5 before he even left the station platform!