The chattering sound spread around the wide courtyard in front of the apartment. The roof of the guardhouse could be seen in the distance. Beyond that was the back of a large crowd of people, all of whom were looking up, eager to see what was inside. The same was true of the motorcycle taxi driver who had brought Wit here. The owner of the motorcycle barely paid attention to the money transfer that Wit had arranged for him. He just kept looking around, and then suddenly asked Wit, "What are they all looking at, bro?"
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"That's right! I'd like to know too,"
Wit replied, glancing back and forth between listening to what he was hearing.
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The red and blue police sirens lit up everything, making it look like a small tragedy. This cement courtyard used to be a motorcycle parking lot, but now it had been replaced by a crowd of dormitory residents and police sirens. They were fully equipped with arresting equipment, forked sticks, guard batons, and even megaphones, etc. To be honest, at that moment Wit began to suspect that the thing that was furthest inside, next to the crowd of onlookers, was probably the security guard. He had been dancing alone for days. Why did everything seem so magnificent today?
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Even the Grab driver was following closely behind Wit. Curiosity was more powerful than anything, even though his heart was beating like a drum. The old policeman started speaking through the megaphone. Everyone started to notice the officers' movements. They spread out to make way. The crowd was ordered to disperse to clear the way. Danger was coming. If negotiations failed, a charge would happen soon!
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Wit grabbed his cast. He rubbed it slowly, thinking about the cause of his injuries. The guard? That ghost? So what? When his feet were getting closer and closer to the area, and it was enough for him to finally peek inside. Siiiiiiiight! Goosebumps went through the cast! A sudden stinging coldness spread from the tips of his feet to the tips of his ears! He swore that the young man felt like he had entered a different world. He didn't hear the megaphones of the police anymore, but instead, he heard the Thai music blaring from the radio in the guardhouse!
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"Teng.. Teng.. Teng.. Teng.. Teng... Teng.. Teng... Teng... Ting.. Ting... Ting...♫~~"
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A moment later, on his tiptoes, he almost threw up because the floor around the guard booth was covered in bloody animal carcasses! Bright red blood was splattered all over the cement floor. The bodies of stray dogs, stray cats, some of the residents' pets, and even birds had their necks cut open and writhing. Some of them had gaping wounds and were lying there struggling pitifully. The stench was goosebumps.
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What was even scarier was the guard, who was now dancing to the music while brandishing a pair of machetes. His eyes were hard and grim. He swung his arms in circles and alternated with stomping his legs on the ground to the rhythm. Thud! , THUMP! , THUMP! , THUMP! His body was covered in animal blood. When the officers tried to use a megaphone to ask what he wanted, he didn't say a word. He just muttered in a language that no one understood.
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"Pale!... How scary! Does your building have a spirit medium?"
The Grab guy clung to Wit's shoulder and asked before pulling out his phone to record a clip and posting it on social media, as is the way of people these days. Luckily, Wit was able to stop him first. That was because he didn't want to feel any more guilty.
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A few days ago, the security guard just danced to the music like a madman. But today, he started using a knife to butcher animals. He wouldn't be like this if it weren't for him telling him about that female ghost. Wit believed with all his heart that everything was because of him. Plus, this was way beyond what he had thought. The officers were starting to tighten the cordon. The negotiations had failed, and it seemed like a serious charge was about to happen.
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"Ouch!!!!"
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The screams of fear were louder than ever. The curious crowd scattered like mushrooms. The young man riding a Grab got on his motorbike and ran away. The officers rushed to arrest him, but they were shocked when the old man started to jump and run. He jumped and kicked the dog's neck at the officer. Blood splattered bright red. He raised the knife as high as his arm and swung forward.
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"Teng... Teng... Teng... Teng... Teng... Teng... Teng... Teng... Teng...♫~~!"
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It was a terrifying sight. No one had ever seen such a crazy event before. Everyone ran to save themselves in different directions. The old guard, covered in blood, ran and slashed people everywhere. The background was the Thai music band from his own radio.
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The police were hit many times. The civilians were hit as well. Before Wit's corner of his eye caught sight of a live bullet loaded into the chamber of some policeman's gun. This was honest justice. No one could sue Section 68 for overreacting because the evidence was clear!
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"Bang!"
The first shot was fired into the sky, causing the group of curious people around to collapse to the ground in shock. They held their heads tightly, which was the complete opposite of the security guard.
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His eyes were still red and hard, licking the dried blood on his lips with his tongue, and showing no sign of stopping running towards the crowd. Then, two more bullets grazed his leg, which unintentionally caused him to stagger. His direction changed, and the unlucky one was Wit, a young man with a cast on his arm!
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The knife was raised as high as his arm could go. The bright light reflected the afternoon sunlight. Whoever saw it had to shout to Wit, "Watch out!" He was definitely going to be cut off at that angle. The security guard was about to receive reinforcement. His arms will be higher than before and if he swung them down like that, Wit would not survive. The police themselves are not accurate enough to use guns. Wit is too close to the perpetrator. All eyes are praying that he will survive!
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"Slap!!!"
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Oh my god! It wasn't the sound of teeth, but the sound of hugging! The young man who believed that he was the cause of everything chose not to dodge, and instead slid his arms into the crazy uncle's arms, shedding tears and apologizing. The two bodies rolled around on the cement floor. Wit's tears stained the uncle's body no different from the blood stains that stained him. He had no ability to do anything else except use his sincerity here.
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And then it was like a miracle! Because the crazy uncle who was about to kill people all of a sudden stopped his rampage. He didn't notice when the music on the radio stopped. Everything seemed to end well. But if the officers charged in to arrest the uncle and put him in handcuffs, they wouldn't notice something..
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"Hey!"
"Heyyyyyy!! Wake up!!"
"What the hell is wrong with you!!!, Radio, hurry up!!!!"
"Doctor!, Nurse!, Rescue! The criminal is in shock and foaming at the mouth! Come and see now!!! Hurry!!!"
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Wit sat cross-legged watching from the side amidst the endless chaos. He really wanted to fall on his back and fall asleep right here! Just so he could meet that female ghost again. "So we'll know exactly what you want to do to me!?"