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I shook my head and smiled wryly, "I'm not here to sell a car; I'm here to ask you to help me sell one."
The boss was taken aback for a moment, then laughed, "What are you joking about? You just bought the car a few days ago; how can you sell it so quickly?"
I sighed, "Something happened at home, and I urgently need money, so I have to sell the car."
The boss nodded, "So how much do you plan to sell it for?"
I smiled bitterly, "Whatever price works for you; just sell it."
The boss nodded again, "Alright, I'll help you sell it, but you'll need to pay me a commission."
I nodded, "No problem, as long as you can get the car sold."
After discussing with the boss, I left the used car market with my cousin. We found a late-night snack stall by the roadside, ordered a few dishes, and started drinking.
Yang Wei frowned and said, "Brother Chengzi, what do you think that woman really wants?"
I shook my head, "I don't know; what does she want?"
Yang Wei asked, "Is she going to keep bothering you?"
I smiled wryly again, "I don't know; I just feel scared every time I see her."
Yang Wei sighed, "I'm scared too; I've never encountered something like this before."
As we drank and chatted casually, we couldn't figure out what the young woman holding a baby was up to.
At that moment, a little girl about three or four years old broke free from her mother's grasp and bounced over to us. She pointed at my neck and said, "Mommy, look! There's a little brother on the uncle's neck!"
The girl's mother shot her a glare and said, "Don't say silly things."
The little girl blinked her eyes and said very seriously, "Mom, this is true, I'm not lying to you."
Her mother hugged her and turned to leave, muttering, "Don't talk nonsense. If you keep it up, I'll spank you."
The little girl felt very wronged, tears streaming down her face, but she still turned around and made a funny face at me.
I was stunned, and Yang Wei was also taken aback. We looked at each other, seeing fear reflected in each other's eyes.
Yang Wei said with a trembling voice, "Brother Chengzi, why does she keep following us?"
I shook my head. "I don't know either; it's too strange."
Yang Wei asked, "Should we call the police?"
I smiled wryly and replied, "What good would that do? Would the police believe us?"
Yang Wei sighed and patted my shoulder. "Don't worry; I'll help you. Once we sell this car, I'll figure something out for you."
I nodded and watched as Yang Wei walked away, his figure disappearing into the night, looking very scared.
I sighed with a bitter smile and took a taxi back home. Standing in front of the mirror, I examined my neck.
In the mirror was a haggard face, full of wrinkles and bloodshot eyes, looking extremely tired.
I rubbed my eyes, feeling like I was about to break down. So much had happened in these past few days; I felt like I had gone through a disaster. Although I had slept a lot during the day, I suddenly felt sleepy again at night.
I lay down on the bed and quickly fell asleep.
I had a dream again.
I dreamed that I was like a zombie, walking through most of the city, until I reached a small river near Sanliqiao.
I couldn't control my body; I could only mechanically move my feet forward.
I didn't know why I had come here, but I felt as if I were being pulled by some force, compelled to move ahead.
I arrived at the riverbank, and the sound of flowing water filled my ears.
I unconsciously walked into the river, the water rising to my chest. I saw a familiar face floating in the water—it was that young woman holding a swaddled baby.
Her face began to twist, becoming increasingly terrifying, as if something were squeezing her neck, her eyes bulging out.
A cold hand reached out from the river, grabbing my hair and dragging me underwater.
A chilling voice echoed in my ear: "Have you seen my child? Have you seen my child?"
My entire body sank into the water, and I felt like I was about to suffocate.
Just then, I sat up in bed; it turned out it was just a dream.
I was drenched in cold sweat, with strands of water plants hanging on me. My soles hurt badly, and my legs felt sore and numb. When I reached down to touch my feet, I discovered several blisters.
I was stunned; that dream had felt so real. I clearly remembered lying in bed asleep—why did I have blisters on my feet?
I lifted the blanket and saw that the bed was wet; I was also damp all over.
It felt as if I had just been pulled out of the water. Did I really go to the riverbank just now? This thought sent shivers down my spine.
I got out of bed and walked around the room, finding nothing unusual. The room was clean, with no water stains. I turned on the light and went to the bathroom, looking at my disheveled reflection in the mirror. My face was pale, my hair was messy, and my clothes were in disarray.
I took off my clothes and tossed them into the washing machine before taking a shower. After showering, I wrapped myself in a towel and went to the kitchen, opened the fridge, and grabbed a bottle of mineral water, drinking half of it in one go.
Standing on the balcony, I gazed at the scenery outside, feeling overwhelmed with confusion and unease. Did I really go to the riverbank? Why do I have no memory of it? If I did go to the riverbank, how did I end up back in bed? Why were there water plants and blisters on me?
These questions left me utterly perplexed. I returned to my room, lay down on the bed, tossing and turning without being able to sleep. I took out my phone to check the time; it was already past three in the morning. I had somehow slept for over six hours.
I sighed, closed my eyes, and tried to calm myself down. I needed to rest well since I had to drive in the morning. I forced myself not to think about those chaotic thoughts, and gradually, I fell asleep.
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