Blinking his eyes, he adjusted his focus to make what he saw clearer. It was like Wit knew that he was in a strange place. He saw the roof beams stretching all the way, the rusty and hollowed-out zinc sheets, and the back was made of rotten wooden boards supporting it. Suddenly, his whole body jumped up in excitement!
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"Shit!! Where is this place?!!"
The young man was startled, completely out of shape, even though in reality he had been waking up like this throughout the whole story.
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"Huff, huff, huff...huff...huff!"
But he still couldn't get used to it at that time.
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And the first thing Wit tried to do was to distinguish whether he was in the real world or a dream. This strange scenery, this unfamiliar place, and the screaming horror at the abandoned bus station. Sometimes the percentage that it was a dream should have more weight. Wit must have been tired from the journey and had given in to drowsiness.
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Hmm... what about the bite wounds on his body? Symptoms are the sound of a disease. The young man whose girlfriend had died quickly checked the pain all over his body. He found that his whole body was covered in plasters, from head to toe, riddled with holes. Even his backpack had rat bite marks. They had gnawed all the way to the soft plaster cast on his arm.
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"Wait... When did my cast come off?"
"Oh my... It's probably only this arm that doesn't have any wounds. It's like the cast was gnawed off...?"
"What the hell happened to me? How did we get here???"
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Wit tried to look up and scan the distance before he saw that he was sitting in a pavilion by the side of the road. It was an old pavilion that can be found commonly on rural roads. The house was made of wood and the seats were also made of scraps of wood. The roof was covered with zinc sheets that had no sign of being restored. This place should be a deserted place for temporary shelter from the sun and rain. It shouldn't be used to wait for any buses. It's too old. It's still okay during the day, but at night, the level of creepiness would be similar to last night's bus station.
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Which one is a dream, which one is real? Right now, is it a dream or a dream? Does a dream have a division between day and night? This is what the young man was discussing in the parliament in the middle of his brain. He looked down at the clock on his phone. The numbers showed 6:55 a.m. The sun was low, the atmosphere was good, and the sun was bright. Fortunately, the clouds of doubt had to dissipate because of a voice outside the pavilion.
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"What's up, young man! Are you awake?!"
The voice of the old man riding a tricycle shouted. He was lying on the back seat of his beloved car with his legs crossed.
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"Uncle Tricycle?!"
Wit shouted back immediately. His eyes were sparkling with joy.
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"Is this really you, uncle? I thought I was dreaming! "Is it you who brought me here, Uncle?!"
Asked as he walked briskly out of the pavilion.
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Wit seemed to be really happy because this was a conclusion that this was the real world! The incident at the abandoned bus station, the wounds and bandages on his body, or even the three-wheeled vehicle surrounded by sacred symbols, everything really happened to Wit. There was evidence and everything was tangible.
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The three-wheeled uncle started changing from a lying down position to a sitting position. He and Wit talked through the body of the vehicle and the roof bars. The information that the young man got was something completely fantastic because he wasn't the first! The uncle said that there were many travelers who had to sacrifice themselves in that bus station. Most of them didn't die but ended up going crazy! As for the reason why the uncle had to hang around there, it was because it was a mission! He believed that karma will come back to those who do something. He even helped dogs and cats. Why wouldn't the uncle help people who were suffering from ghosts and spirits?
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In the past, the uncle made a living from the temple. Taking care of the elderly monks by riding a tricycle, those monks also reciprocated with magic numbers and spells. At first, Uncle didn't think much of it, thinking that he would use it to bring good fortune in making a living. But as time passed and the country developed, the ghosts and spirits disappeared. The monks came from the modern laity. No one wanted to use the tricycle anymore. So what he had was used to help people in this way instead. And Wit was the latest lucky one in this story.
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"Maybe it's fate, young man. It's like I can't go anywhere either. I can only circle around like this over and over again. At least until that abandoned station is demolished! Then we can be freed from each other~!"
"If they want to catch people and hurt them, I'll help them. We'll do this until we die. Hehe~!"
Uncle spoke in a calm voice, as if he had resigned himself to life.
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But little did he know that it really stabbed Wit's heart because he himself had to suffer from repeated nightmares, being fooled by the same things over and over again. No matter what day it is, and even now, he is still in two minds whether the incident at the abandoned bus station was the work of his evil ghost or not..
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"Oh! How is your wound? Uncle already treated it and put medicine on it while you were asleep. Uncle won't charge for the additional service, it's like our fates are compatible.. Hehe."
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"Oh!!.. Thank you very much, uncle. I'm afraid the rat bite wound will get infected. I might have to go to the hospital again. But anyway, thank you very much for helping me. I don't know how to repay you. If it weren't for you, uncle, I might not be standing here.."
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"Oh my god!.. Thank you now is too early! Uncle still hasn't taken you to your destination. Last night, you fell asleep. Since I didn't know where to take you, I left you here and waited until you woke up. So where do you intend to go, young man? Uncle will take you there. Haha, haha, haha."
The uncle was kind and cheerful according to his appearance. His words were harmless and very sincere. Compared to the station master last night, he was full of scheming and cunning, and Wit had felt this all along.
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So he hurriedly walked back to get his backpack in the pavilion, and took out his phone to open the GPS and map in the application for Uncle Samlor to see. While they were negotiating the price, Wit started to feel something strange!
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He wondered why, when he was standing close to him, he felt familiar with Uncle. Last night, he might have rushed to escape death and it was very dark. While a moment ago, when they were standing talking, there was the car and the roof frame blocking the view. Furthermore, the sun was not very bright and it was getting dark, so he couldn't see clearly. But now and now! Wit thought it was even more right! He smoked often and he remembered the smell of old people's tobacco like this!
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No more! This time, he wouldn't let it go! When people do something, they have to be clear. He wouldn't let himself be fooled a second time. The young man who lost his girlfriend decided to pull his phone back. Asking Uncle directly!
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"Uncle!.. Let me ask you something directly?"
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"Ask what.. Tell me?"
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"Uncle is a "ghost" or a "human"?!"
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Hearing that, he frowned. He was clearly stunned, but he was still silent and did not talk as usual.
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"Uh.... Why did you ask Uncle like that?"
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"Because I remember you! Aren't you the guard I helped organize the funeral for?"
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After saying this, Wit went to the gallery mode on his phone and slid the screen to the funeral ceremony at the temple. He opened it to show Uncle the picture of his own body, the coffin, the wreath, and everything that Wit and the foundation staff had helped arrange.
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Uncle had died, but he came back to drive a tricycle to save his life last night. He even tried to ride it to take him to Prao's house. Wit was not afraid at all. He hugged the old man he called "Uncle Guard" without hesitation, even though he was the reason he died. Or maybe he didn't even know he was dead!