When someone warns you that you will die, you will die.

What will you do???...

to death (

By SwimMEE)

“Do you believe in death stories?” a middle-aged man with a sparse beard and a dark face befitting his profession asked me while waiting for the bus with Jane.

“I don't know,” I answered casually.

“I believe so,” my girlfriend, Jane, replied.

“When were you born?” the man asked.

“Is it me?”

"yes"

“February 29, 1985,” I answered. The man pretended to calculate by using his left hand to count the fingers of his right hand. for a moment before being startled.

“Today you have been killed,” the man said.

I was indifferent, but my girlfriend was shocked instead.

“Is there a way to fix this?!” she asked.

“Yes, but it will cause other people to suffer instead.”

“How?”

"That is, taking away your misfortune while you're about to die, about to die, and let someone else die instead."

“Can I get an animal?”

“Yes, but the revenge will be very strong.”

"That's it. 511 has arrived. Let's go, Jane." I got the timing of the bus. So I grabbed Jane out of the conversation before she could say anything more.

After I disappeared into the car The man grinned.

'I warned you…' before transforming into its true form without being seen by others. Besides me and Jane

He is the angel of death.

I got in the car and saw an empty seat so Jane sat and I stood nearby.

“Sek..you don't believe that person?” Jane said.

"I can't believe it. It's nonsense."

“People have died because they thought like you,” Jane complained.

“Oh, yes.”

“Newly arrived, reasonable fare.”

“Here, there are two people.” The bus bag gave me the wrong change, 5 baht.

“Sorry, I got the wrong change,” I said. Then follow the bag Because the cars weren't crowded and there were few people.

Suddenly, a sharp piece of iron shot straight at where I was standing just now, and it pierced the window 15 cm above Jane's head. It was sharp both on the side that went through the window and on the side that was exposed.

All the passengers were stunned, unable to speak.

“Stop, stop,” the bus bag shouted to the driver.

Which happened to be parked at the stop sign..someone walked up.

It was a man with dark hair and glasses and a talk anchor on his ear. He stumbled up the stairs. Swooping, losing control and heading straight towards..

“Hey!!!!” everyone in the car shouted.

'Chuck!!!!'

He had been stabbed in the head and was still there, his eyes were bulging out and he had a slight brain bleed. Including the blood that flows and splatters everywhere. Jane and I hurriedly walked around the exit door. Everyone does that.

but..

The door doesn't open.

I thought of the man and Jane's words.

'Or is it true?'

Suddenly the door opened violently. Including the force of the car that was starting to pull me away. Against the pointed fence of a house. It stands tall, waiting for my death...

'Snatch!!!!'

"Sekkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkksk

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” I'm sweating profusely. He was startled and looked around. Everything is fine.

“Jane..what's wrong with me?” I asked after I sat down and rested until I was tired.

“She passed out..”

“Did I pass out?”

“She's not asleep. She suddenly collapsed as if she had been suddenly anesthetized.”

After a while, there was the man I saw in...it's not a dream. So it's when we're unconscious. Exactly the same, walked over and sat next to me.

"you…"

“I believe in murder stories!! How do I fix it?” I hurriedly asked.

“You know what I'm going to say…” The man looked blank.

“Uh…”

“I'm just asking if you know how to get to Pinklao,” the man replied.

“Oh…” I was a little confused.

Then I explained to him. Everything was fine.

I returned home at 32...

“Why did you let the plan leak?!” The cloaked young man Talk to a young man with dark glasses.

"I'm sorry, what next?"

“Release him, let's go take the other person's soul first, as for him…”

“It definitely won't escape the hands of us angels of death, hehehe”...