My name is Chen Mo, I deliver food.
My meal was deducted, I was insulted, I was robbed of money - I didn't dare to fight back, I accepted it.
But every day I wake up with new injuries on my body.
And those who bullied me would always end up in the hospital for no apparent reason.
The police found me: Your blood type is consistent with the blood stains at the scene.
I said: Impossible, I have been sleeping at night.
They don't believe it.
I don't believe it either.
Until that day, I saw another "me" in the mirror.
He looked at me and said:
"You finally see me."
That person at night is not me.
But he is collecting debts for me.
