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I don't know how long I stood on the street in front of District C,nor do I know when the middle-aged man left.
The scenes from yesterday tortured me like a nightmare.
There must be a solution.That young man definitely has something wrong with him.
Thinking of the Weasel Spirit on the street and the hell banknote that the young man handed me at last.
Now,with the explanations from the boss and the middle-aged man,even though I'm reluctant to admit it,I have to believe it.
There are definitely ghosts in District C!
When I came to my senses,it was already evening.
The setting sun was like blood.Under the sunlight of the setting sun,the shadows of the low buildings covered my body,making me feel so oppressed that I could hardly breathe.
When I mustered up the courage to rush into District C to find out what was going on,a figure walked out of District C.
It seemed to be my last straw.
"Uncle,wait a moment..."
I gritted my teeth,took out the last two red banknotes from my wallet,and rushed towards the middle-aged man.
When I ran over while shouting,the middle-aged man seemed to have just heard my call.He turned around with a puzzled expression and looked at me,muttering,"You silly kid,you really aren't afraid of death.Lingering at the entrance for so long,do you really plan to go in?"
"Uncle,it's not like that.Listen to me..."
At this point,I looked at the middle-aged man like a savior.I didn't care about anything else.I told the middle-aged man in front of me everything about the strange things that happened last night.
At the end,I even solemnly handed the clenched two-hundred-dollars bill to the middle-aged man and pleaded repeatedly,"Uncle,if you have any way to help me,please give me some advice.This money is for you as a request."
The middle-aged man looked at the money handed to him.After taking one of the bills with his rough hand,he let out a sigh.
"Alright,I'll do a good deed.You're really silly.The Weasel Spirit blocked your way,and you still dared to move forward?"
I suddenly remembered that the weasel had indeed stopped there and seemed to look back at me a few times before leaving.
It seems that sometimes praying to the Weasel Spirit is still a bit useful...
The middle-aged man put the hundred-dollars bill into his pocket and gently pinched his fingers,just like my grandma many years ago.The way he pinched his fingers seemed to be calculating something for me...
After a while,he finally slowly opened his eyes and looked at me.In the middle-aged man's eyes,I saw a bit more pity and regret.
"Sigh..."
The middle-aged man let out a heavy sigh.For some reason,there was a bit more bitterness at the corner of his mouth.
"Kid,listen to me.While you're not too deeply involved,quickly resign from your job and leave.You're really in great danger this time."
Hearing the middle-aged man's words,that sense of desolation almost choked my throat,making it almost impossible for me to catch my breath.
I quickly stuffed the hundred-dollars bill that the middle-aged man pushed back into his hand again.
"Uncle,is this...Is this the only way?"
The middle-aged man looked at my anxious expression,then at the low buildings in District C.When he turned back,he still pushed the hundred-dollars bill back to me.
"Kid,you're from a poor family.But there are some kinds of money that it's better not to touch.The money earned here is money for buying your life.You'd better leave here quickly."
The middle-aged man gave me a meaningful look and then left without looking back.
I held the hundred-dollars bill in my hand,opened my mouth but didn't say anything.I turned back and looked at the dark and strange District C.
I gritted my teeth hard and turned around to leave this unlucky place.
"I'll leave then.Even if I'm poor,I still want my life!"
