This actor is full of tricks.

The middle-aged man talked a lot, and he really sounded like he was drunk, complaining about the unpleasant things in his life, the strange customers he had encountered, and the difficult behavior of the taxi station manager.

Lin Jue listened quietly and patiently. His own life was like a mess, and he had no right to advise others to look forward. The only thing he could do was to be a good listener.

It wasn't until 8:20 that the middle-aged man finished complaining. He took the last bite of his hamburger and chewed it vigorously: "This life is terrible. If I could, I would really like to rush into the fog and die so that I would have no more worries."

After saying that, perhaps realizing he shouldn't have instilled so much negativity in the young man in front of him, he scratched his head somewhat awkwardly: "Sorry, I kept you from closing up shop."

"It's alright. Anyway, there's no fog lately, and no strange events have happened in this area. It's fine if it's a little later." Lin Jue smiled, showing no impatience whatsoever. For some reason, even after receiving so much negative emotion from the middle-aged man, he couldn't feel any annoyance at all. Instead, he felt a strange sense of kinship towards the man.

"What I just said was just complaining. Life goes on, and as long as we work hard, everything will get better."

The middle-aged man started to make amends, voluntarily putting the trash into the bin. As he was leaving, he turned back and said, "Young man, you've listened to so much of what I've said today. If we meet again next time, I'll give you a free ride, anywhere you want to go."

"Okay, goodbye, Brother Hao." Lin Jue said casually as he packed up the trash bag.

"How do you know my name?" The middle-aged man stopped opening the door, looking puzzled.

"Huh?" Lin Jue was also surprised by what he had just said. Right, why did he suddenly call him "Brother Hao"? And it seems he called him correctly.

What's wrong with me?
Lin Jue twitched the corner of his mouth and made up an excuse: "Well... my classmate is called Brother Hao, and he often talks to me about this and that. I was packing my things just now, and it just came to mind."

The reason was very lame, but the man believed it. He didn't say anything more and left the store.

Lin Jue slowly tidied up the trash, feeling a little strange. He felt like he had become a bit neurotic lately.

"Do I have a psychological problem? Should I see a psychologist?"

"Forget it, even getting food is a problem. We can't even afford Dr. Zhou's medical expenses, let alone see a psychologist."

Thinking of this, he laughed self-deprecatingly, realizing he was so poor he couldn't even afford to get sick.

After cleaning up all the trash, he turned off the lights in the shop, locked the door, and hurried home.

There were almost no pedestrians on the street, and very few cars. Although it was late spring and there was already a hint of summer, the night was still a bit chilly. When the wind blew, Lin Jue couldn't help but sneeze.

He wrapped his thin school uniform tighter around himself and quickened his pace.

As he was nearing home, he saw a strange figure on the opposite sidewalk, about twenty meters away. The figure was wearing a raincoat and limping forward, even though it wasn't raining.

"Could it be something supernatural?"

Lin Jue became somewhat wary. Dressed so strangely in this weather, wearing a raincoat to conceal his appearance, he must be someone who couldn't be seen in public.

The figure seemed to sense his gaze and turned to look in his direction. Lin Jue's eyesight was quite good; although the figure's face was covered by the hood of his raincoat, he could still vaguely see the burns on half of the face in the shadows.

"I am an extreme advocate of justice!"

"I am the twisted light!" "I am the savior of the victims! I am the eternal warning bell of evil!"

The moment Lin Jue saw that face, it felt as if his brain had been struck by something, and shouts accompanied by the rumble of thunder echoed in his mind.

In a daze, he saw some blurry images.

He saw a figure in a raincoat standing tall in the rainy night, with a raging fire on his body that even the downpour could not extinguish.

He saw twisted figures crawling, staggering, and roaring.

The pain in my head grew more and more intense, as if countless ghostly hands were reaching out from hell, carrying whispers from hell.

Come, let me show you the deepest despair in the world.

"Get away! Get away!"

Lin Jue frantically pounded his head, knowing that something was definitely wrong with his body and mind, causing him to hallucinate and experience auditory hallucinations.

His eyes were bloodshot, and a faint flame rose in his eyes, but it was extinguished in an instant.

Once the excruciating pain in his head gradually subsided, he gasped for breath, his entire body drenched in cold sweat.

When he looked again, the figure in the raincoat had disappeared, proving that the other party was not a monster. If it were a monster, it wouldn't be alive now.

"One more month, just one more month!" Lin Jue gritted his teeth. In just two days, his condition had deteriorated significantly. There was only one month left until the college entrance examination. If he could get good results, his life would improve, and this inexplicable problem would surely disappear.

When Lin Jue returned to his building, he encountered the figure in the raincoat again. He was about to go upstairs when the person came down from the stairwell.

As the distance closed, Lin Jue sensed an unpleasant aura emanating from the other person. The raincoat smelled of rainwater and had a strange odor.

It smells a bit like the fresh blood that used to flow from the neck of a chicken when my dad used to kill it at home.

Upon seeing that figure, Lin Jue immediately pressed himself against the wall of the stairwell, making room for the other person.

The figure glanced at him, a terrifying smile spreading across its face: "Kid, you live here too?"

Lin Jue was a little hesitant to face the other person and nodded weakly.

"There's a guy here with a non-mainstream hairstyle. What do you think of him?"

Hearing the question, Lin Jue was taken aback, not understanding why the other person would suddenly ask this question, but he still pointed to the bruise on his face that had not yet faded and answered truthfully: "I just had a fight with him yesterday. This guy is no good. He plays games every night and disturbs the neighbors. He is also sucking his mother's blood."

The man stared at the bruises on Lin Jue's face, remained silent for a long while, and then nodded, saying, "It's fine."

fine?
What do you mean?
Does it mean that the flashy, colorful man is quite nice? Or does it mean that this comment is quite good?
While Lin Jue was still pondering the meaning of those words, the person had already walked down the stairs and disappeared into the darkness with a limp. (End of Chapter)