The young man reached out toward the glass door, as if he wanted to touch the reflection and see whether it was real.
The moment his hand touched the cold glass, he fell to the ground.
The people in the barbershop rushed outside, at a loss.
The ambulance arrived soon afterward, with the police close behind.
I saw Zhang Yu again.
He sat on the sofa, holding his phone, looking bewildered.
He pulled up his call history and called the number back. I could sense how strange he felt.
The phone rang twice before he hung up and dialed again.
The name displayed on the call screen was "Zhang Youcheng." When the call connected, Zhang Yu said, "Hey, son. Your dad has something to ask you."
"Hm? What is it? Is your phone acting up again?" came the quick reply.
"No. Um... didn't you call me before and tell me to be careful when answering the phone..." Zhang Yu stammered, but after just a couple of words, the person on the other end grew anxious.
It seemed that the incident Mingxite had caused before hadn't gone away after all. It had happened again.
Using the channels at her disposal, she had become the Grim Reaper in earnest.
Perhaps she was still doing the same thing now.
I thought of the young man who had changed.
"...No, he didn't ask me to make a deal or anything. He said he was Zhang Da. You've seen his photo before. My classmate..."
"Dad, that's a scam call. Don't believe him," Zhang Youcheng said at once, then reminded him of several things.
Hearing that, Zhang Yu gradually relaxed. "Oh, a scam. I get it, I get it. I thought it really was Zhang Da... It's nothing, it's nothing. Have you eaten?"
After chatting for