False evidence

Chapter 373 Debt Collection

I was certain the man sitting there wasn't Erpang because of his hairstyle.

Erpang has always been careless. I remember back in junior high school, to keep up with the times, he grew his hair out like me. One day it was a side part, the next a middle part, and his head looked like it had been licked by a dog, but he was very proud of himself.

After less than two years, I became too lazy to take care of it. I only needed to wash it clean, but Erpang kept his hair in a buzz cut to save trouble.

The man in the room had disheveled hair that was three or four inches long and mixed with a lot of white hair.

The voice was coming from a man.

But the person he was talking to didn't seem to be the woman in the corner.

I pricked up my ears, wanting to hear what he had to say.

But his voice was too low.

With the iron fan in my hand, I silently entered the room and approached the man from behind.

“Youzheng, I really have no other choice. It’s been more than three years, and now my child urgently needs money for treatment. Look at you…”

I finally understood what the man was saying. Judging from his tone, it sounded like he was demanding repayment of a debt from someone.

But just then, the sound stopped abruptly.

I instinctively took another half step forward, and suddenly, the man turned his face around!

Seeing his appearance, a chill suddenly ran down my spine and up to the top of my head.

His face was a bloody mess, completely unrecognizable.

Moreover, it wasn't caused by too many wounds, but rather like raw meatballs made from minced meat.

The deep pink flesh was tinged with white, and interspersed with dark red veins...

On this face, it looks like two holes have been gouged out, and two eyeballs without eyelids have been stuffed inside!

This isn't a human face; it's a thousand times, ten thousand times more terrifying than a ghost!
I felt a chill run through my body, and finally couldn't help but scream and turn to run outside.

But as soon as I got to the door, I saw someone in front of me.

I almost bumped into this person, but I stopped in time. When I looked closely, I realized it was the same boy who had offered me the cigarette earlier.

The boy still wore that embarrassed expression, even seeming somewhat timid and hesitant to look me in the eye, saying:

"They are so pitiful, please help them. If they can't leave tonight, they'll have to wait another year."

Go to hell!

I was so shocked that I wanted to rush out without thinking.

However, the boy suddenly said, "If there aren't enough, your friend will be punished!"

"What did you say?"

I stopped abruptly, realizing the meaning behind his words, and a surge of intense anger welled up within me.

Could Erpang's current state be caused by this brat?
"Do you want to die?"

I reached out and grabbed the boy by the neck.

The boy's face showed terror, and he said in a miserable voice, "I...I'm already dead..."

Just as he said 'dead,' looking at his face, a series of images suddenly flashed through my mind.

I let go of him and asked, "Were you poisoned?"

The boy nodded sadly.

"What's your name?"

“I’m an unregistered resident, I don’t have an ID card, they all call me Cigarette Butt.”

I learned about his plight through the story and felt some sympathy for him, seeing that he died so young in a foreign land.

Most importantly, he mentioned Erpang.

"How do you want me to help them?"

I blurted out, almost without thinking, "Send them to the station?"

Cigarette Butt nodded quickly, "But they can't leave now. Nobody knows they're dead, and they can't get on the bus."

Do you know where Jiang Yazhen's body is?

I don't know the identity of the man with the "meat-filled face," but Jiang Yazhen clearly jumped to her death. Although her body has disappeared, how could no one know that she is dead?
The cigarette butt said "Oh," and then added, "Yazhen came and left. I couldn't keep her."

Then she added, "Her mother has arrived and is waiting for the car."

"Her mother?" I was even more confused.

Cigarette Butt nodded. "Qin Suihong, is that the one you just delivered?" I was shocked. That flamboyant old woman was actually Jiang Yazhen's mother?
She died too?

Cigarette Butt said, "Hurry up and help them, time is almost up."

How can I help them?

The thought of that man's terrifying face sent chills down my spine again.

"I'm in the back."

A woman's voice suddenly came from behind.

"behind?"

I still didn't dare to turn around, nor did I understand the chill in the woman's words.

I'm standing facing outwards at the doorway, and there's a man and a woman right behind me.

"Slap... slap..."

Footsteps approached from behind.

My breathing became rapid and involuntarily quickened.

The footsteps stopped, and the woman's voice rang in my ears again:
"Only you can see me, only you can help us."

The cigarette butt kept urging me to hurry up, saying I didn't have time.

I thought to myself that this couldn't go on any longer. I've already seen a face made of minced meat, so how much scarier could it be?
I mustered my courage and turned my stiff neck to look around.

Unexpectedly, the woman beside him was not scary at all; in fact, she had a rather pretty face.

Strictly speaking, so far, apart from videos from the funeral home, I have never actually seen what Jiang Yazhen looks like.

However, based on her age, it is certain that the woman in front of him is not Jiang Yazhen.

Upon closer inspection, she appeared to be in her early twenties. Although she had striking features, her dark skin made her look somewhat rustic.

She was still holding an umbrella, but she looked as if she had been drenched in a downpour, her whole body soaked. Water was still dripping from her hair and chin.

I looked at the clear footprints on the ground and suddenly realized that it was a water ghost!

"What's your name?"

I asked the question while carefully observing her facial expressions.

"My name is Feng Li."

The woman pointed towards the window and said again, "I'm behind that."

I instinctively looked in the direction she pointed and saw that the man with the fleshy face had turned his back and lowered his head.

"behind……"

I gritted my teeth, walked around the man, and went to the window.

The woman who called herself Feng Li was a water ghost, which made me subconsciously think that there was a river behind the factory.

But when you look down with a flashlight, behind the factory is a large expanse of wasteland overgrown with weeds, with no ponds or anything like that around.

I turned my head and looked directly at Feng Li.

But I saw her give me a long, lingering look, then turn around and walk away step by step.

I followed them out the door, and as soon as I stepped out, the lights suddenly turned on behind me.

When I turned around, the fluorescent lights in the room were on, and the scene inside had changed.

Although the furnishings were simple, they were clean and bright. It looked like an office that was not modern at all, but it was very much in line with the conditions of an old-fashioned factory office.

Under the lights, the person with the 'chubby face' from before was still sitting in the distance.

There was another person behind the desk.

"Youzheng, please, forty thousand yuan is nothing to you, but my child is sick, and I need this money to save his life! You may not be well-off... but... could you at least give me ten or twenty thousand?"

"Hey, Lao Feng, I've made myself perfectly clear. The factory is really in a bad situation right now. I just bought another batch of materials, and I really can't come up with any cash. How about this: at the end of the year, I'll tighten my belt and squeeze out a little bit for you!"

"Youzheng! We can't wait any longer! Xiaoli needs to have her second surgery right away; we don't even have the money for hospitalization!"

The woman with the fleshy face stood up, limped to the side, knelt on the ground, and kowtowed to the man behind the desk, pleading, "Give me some more, at least let the child have the surgery..."

"Fine!"

The other party finally relented and said, "Take out the IOU, and I'll give you the money."

The boy with the chubby face mumbled "Hey, hey," and shakily got up, looking at the desk. "Huh? Where's the IOU? It was just here..."

(End of this chapter)