They All Say I've Met a Ghost

3

Mr. Saw was unexpectedly weak. When I grabbed his arm, he couldn't raise the chainsaw.

"You!!!" He stared at me in shock, as if he wanted to ask why I was so strong.

Of course it was because I exercised regularly, often took part in extracurricular activities, had chosen Taekwondo as my elective, and knew a little about all kinds of martial arts. Dealing with an ordinary person was no problem.

Mr. Saw struggled desperately. A chainsaw was a dangerous tool, after all, so the back of my hand got cut in the fight.

Fortunately it was only a flesh wound. I snatched away the chainsaw and pressed the switch.

The chainsaw didn't respond very well. It didn't turn off the first time, so I pressed the switch harder. Blood from the cut on the back of my hand dripped onto the switch. This time, the chainsaw turned off easily. The buzzing came to a stop.

I kicked the chainsaw away. Having taken care of the dangerous weapon, I now had to deal with Mr. Saw. If, as he himself had said, he had already sawed off several people's legs, then I had to call the police.

But when I looked at him, I saw Mr. Saw had fallen to the floor, his eyes rolling up into his head and his tongue hanging out.

I quickly ran over to shake him, but he looked even worse, his face as pale and bloodless as a corpse in a TV drama.

"What's the matter with you?" Although he had just tried to attack me, I still acted in the spirit of humanitarianism, repaying evil with good. If I managed it badly and got a mark on my record for using excessive force in self-defense, it would make it even more difficult to find work.

"B-blood..." His legs flailed on the floor. He looked very ill, as if he was about to start foaming at the mouth.

"Blood?" I looked at my injured hand, then waved the wound in front of his eyes. "You mean this?"

"B-blood..." Mr. Saw's face was agonized.

I made a guess, then took off my jacket and shirt. I regretfully used my newly bought white shirt to wrap the wound and stop the blood.

As I'd thought, Mr. Saw looked much better when he could no longer see the blood. He slowly got to his feet, leaning against the wall. He looked at me in alarm, constantly glancing at the chainsaw out of the corner of his eye.

I thought at first that he was going to take this chance to pick it up and attack me again, but instead when he saw the chainsaw he collapsed again. His eyes rolling up, he said, "B-blood..."

Now I was even more convinced. I took a napkin out of my bag and wiped my blood off the chainsaw.

When I had cleaned up all the blood in the room, Mr. Saw at last returned to normal. He clung to the wall, looking darkly at me. "Pure Yang blood! You’re twenty-six years old. Are you actually still a virgin?!"

I'd meant to have a good talk with Mr. Saw, but hearing this, my face went red at once

"So what if I am?" I was very angry. I hated these kinds of personal attacks. "During school, I was focused on my studies, I wasn't about to pick a partner at random based on physiological impulses. I wouldn't play with people's feelings that way. It would be irresponsible towards myself and others. What's wrong with being a virgin? Do I have to have gone through hundreds of partners to be a man? Even though I'm a virgin, my spirit is still indomitable, and my conscience is clear."

Mr. Saw must not have expected that I wouldn't be humiliated like some self-important guys, but instead would forthrightly defend myself. He was struck dumb by my words and could only stare at me.