The Faceless Man: the Debt Collector

Everyone in this world has a life mark. On the seventh vertebrae of the back of the neck, there is an ancient seal script, corresponding to one of the twenty-eight constellations. The horns are high, the heart is strong, the bullfighting girl is empty and the wall is dangerous - your stars determine your fate. Only the back of Cheng He's neck was empty, with nothing on it. He is someone else's stand-in, a debt collector on the black market, and a wild dog crawling out of the dead. He will use his dick to attack anyone who stands in his way of collecting debts. But there was one thing he couldn't figure out. There is always a picture in his mind: three gray-blue people using a chainsaw to cut open his brain. There was a young man standing in the corner, his face blurred and motionless. Is this his own memory? Or was it given to him by someone else? He traced it all the way - from the black market to the penal colony, from the Tianguan ship to the Yinghuo satellite. Every time he finds out some truth, he loses a piece of memory. The price of expanding one's life is to forget those who entrusted themselves to him. After the final battle, he stood in the ruins, forgetting everyone. I only remember that frame. I just remember a person standing in the corner. He didn't know who the young man was. Don't know if I am dead or alive. I don't know what's going on in my head. But he knew that man had stood there and looked at him. Maybe that person is still waiting for him. Maybe that person is himself. Maybe it's nothing.