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Horror Chapter
Time flowed slowly and inexorably, like sand slipping through an hourglass.
The White-Collar Man felt he had grasped the ghost's weakness. After confirming there was no danger to his life, he began to lose his fear, even feeling a sense of anticipation for the ghost's return. His nature for banter emerged as he continuously mocked himself in front of the mirror.
In the following hours, he encountered no more strange occurrences. While relieved, he also felt a tinge of disappointment. It seemed the ghost had realized that mere scares could no longer frighten him; the previous terrifying scenes felt more like watching a horror movie, with him as the protagonist.
As he grew bored and began to scan the room for potential ghostly appearances, a conversation drifted into his ears from the mirror.
“Look at the good son you raised! Instead of learning something useful, he learned to steal! Now look what’s happened; the people he stole from have come knocking!”
“My son did nothing wrong! He only wanted to buy me some medicine because he saw I was sick. He has no money; all our money has been squandered by your gambling!”
“Who are you to talk back? I worked hard for my money; why shouldn’t I spend it on gambling? Now that they’re demanding payment, you two figure it out! I have no money!”
“Please, just give them a little! Once I’m better, I’ll earn money for you. I’m begging you.”
“Get lost! I’ll say it again: I have no money! Don’t you dare pull on my pants! Let go! Can’t you understand?”
Tears filled the White-Collar Man's eyes without him realizing it. He recalled a time when his mother was bedridden and gravely ill, and with no money, he had resorted to stealing medicine. In the end, those he stole from came demanding payment, and his sick mother was beaten by his gambling-addicted father while trying to help him repay the debt.
“I told you to let go! Why won’t you let go? You never learn!”
The sounds of beating echoed from the mirror—his mother’s cries of pain and his father’s shouts of anger. It was as if a venomous snake coiled tightly around him, suffocating him.
“Enough! Stop hitting my mother!”
Finally, unable to endure this torment any longer, his mind began to unravel. Fueled by rage, he rushed to the mirror. What met his eyes was a scene of his father beating his mother. His father wielded a wooden stick while his mother curled up on the ground in pain, silently enduring the blows.
In that moment of suffering, it seemed his mother caught sight of the White-Collar Man standing before the mirror. She hurriedly clung to his father's leg and cried out to him, “Son, run away!”
His father noticed the White-Collar Man's presence and shouted angrily at him, “You little bastard! How dare you come back! I’ll beat you to death for stealing!”
But helplessly, his mother clung tightly to his father's leg, preventing him from moving. In frustration, his father yelled at her, “Let go! You’ve failed to teach him; I’ll teach him myself!”
The father struggled a few times but could not break free from the mother's grasp. In a fit of rage, he raised the wooden stick in his hand and struck her fiercely. Enduring the blows from her husband, the mother clung tighter to his leg and shouted to the White-Collar Man outside, "Run, son! Your dad will kill you!"
"Let go! Stop hitting my mom! I have money now; I'll give you money! Please, just stop hurting her!"
The White-Collar Man pounded on the mirror, desperate to stop the horrific scene unfolding before him. His forehead, already healing from previous injuries, burst open again from the repeated impacts, blood streaming down from his scalp.
Outside, Li Lin and others continued to call out, but he had no desire to respond. He could only watch in agony as the tragic scene played out in the mirror.
"Damn it, still not letting go, huh?"
Exhausted from hitting, the father looked at the mother who still clung to his leg. His expression twisted into a fierce snarl: "Then don't blame me!"
A kitchen knife, commonly used for chopping vegetables, appeared in the father's hand without warning. He raised it high; under the light, the sharp blade glinted ominously. To the White-Collar Man, it resembled the scythe of death descending toward his mother on the ground.
"Stop! Please stop!"
"Mom, run! I beg you, just run!"
As the knife fell, warm blood splattered high into the air from the mother's body.
His eyes widened to their limits as he screamed desperately, hoping his mother could escape his father's wrath. The corners of his eyes burst from exertion, and two streams of blood tears flowed down his cheeks.
The mother's struggles gradually ceased, but the father's knife did not stop; it continued to swing mercilessly down upon her. Vivid red blood blossomed like flowers in the air. In that final moment of stillness, she turned to the White-Collar Man outside and uttered her last words: "Run, son."
"Please don’t! I’m begging you—stop chopping!"
"I know I was wrong; I won't steal anymore."
"I have money now; I'll give you everything! Just please stop!"
The White-Collar Man's mind shattered completely as he stared at the bloody scene in the mirror, pleading endlessly. Noticing that his mother’s body lay motionless, the father wiped away the blood splattered on his face.
"You worthless piece of trash! You really want to drag me down with you!" He turned to sneer at the kneeling White-Collar Man: "Good boy, just stay right there!"
He began to walk toward him outside the mirror, but as he took a step forward, he nearly tripped. Looking down, he saw that although his mother was dead, her hands still clung tightly to his legs. Enraged by this sight, he shouted furiously: "Even in death you want to cling to me?"
The father raised the kitchen knife once more, swinging it toward the mother's arms. Unable to bear it any longer, the White-Collar Man snapped, rising to grab a chair behind him and smashing it against the mirror.
With a loud crash, the large mirror shattered into a dozen irregular pieces, which fell to the ground. The shards cut into his arms, and blood began to flow uncontrollably.
The only barrier between two worlds was destroyed by the White-Collar Man's own hands!
As the mirror shattered, the image of his father vanished, leaving only his mother's bloodied corpse lying cold on the floor.
With the barrier gone, the White-Collar Man was able to step into the mirror. He rushed to his mother's lifeless body, kneeling down and holding her tightly as he broke down in tears.
"I found you!"
Just as his cries echoed in the empty room, a chillingly terrifying voice suddenly whispered in his ear. Instinctively, he turned to look, and a horrifying face appeared before him—eyes devoid of pupils stared back with an intensely malicious gaze.
The White-Collar Man opened his mouth to scream, but felt a sharp pain in his neck. His vision spun violently, and he caught a glimpse of Li Lin and others behind him, their expressions filled with terror and despair—the last scene burned into his mind!
A dead end had been triggered!
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