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Taking advantage of the summer vacation before it ends, I wandered around the used car market for half a day. The advantage here is that there are so many cars, providing a lot of options. The downside is also the same—there are too many, making it hard to decide which one to choose.
Considering that I wanted to familiarize myself with vehicles, I set a budget of under fifty thousand. Of course, it would be best if I could buy a well-known brand. However, this price range is a bit low; either I would have to buy a good car that is close to being scrapped or a joint venture car that has been driven for six or seven years. As for domestic cars, I basically didn't consider them.
The salesperson accompanying me wandered around all day, and he was almost worn out from talking. Finally, he impatiently said, "Brother, you've already walked around twice. What exactly do you want? Just give me a rough idea, and I'll find something for you in minutes!"
I felt my legs getting sore and sheepishly smiled, saying, "It's my first time buying a car, and I'm overwhelmed. I'm really sorry."
Just then, I heard shouting ahead. As we passed by, I saw a man in his thirties glaring at another salesperson and shouting loudly, "You keep saying it's cheap, but you're really ripping people off! Do you know this car has been involved in a death? Why didn't you tell me? Driving around with dead people—do you know how terrifying that is?"
The salesperson realized he was in the wrong and could only smile apologetically while trying to explain. Out of curiosity, I asked what was going on—do you sell accident cars without informing people?
The person accompanying me said, "This car is not an accident car; since it was bought back, it hasn't even had a scratch."
I asked how there could still be a death associated with it—did the owner feel fine every day and then decide to commit suicide?
Of course, that was just a joke. The car in question was a BMW 3 Series, which many young people particularly like. Some even say it's an entry-level luxury car for newly wealthy individuals. Most people who can drive this kind of car tend to have outgoing personalities and are not easily prone to suicide.
The salesperson told me the story behind this car, which was quite amusing.
The previous owner picked up the car from the dealership not long ago and noticed some strange noises inside. He took it back for repairs but had to leave because of an urgent matter and agreed to come back for it in a few days.
At that time, there was a mechanic at the dealership who was also young. Seeing that the owner wasn't around, he took the car out to impress some girls. This kind of thing actually happens quite often; most cars left for repairs at dealerships are secretly taken by employees for personal errands. The timid ones might even disconnect the odometer cable to prevent the owner from noticing any discrepancies in mileage. The bolder ones simply don't care; even if they see signs that the car has been driven, they can always claim it was just to verify whether it was truly repaired.
Regardless of whether the owner knew or not, seeing as the car had been fixed, he would most likely not pursue any issues.
However, the problem arose when that mechanic took the car up into the mountains for some excitement with a girl. A man and woman were inside doing their thing without turning off the engine or rolling down the windows. After they finished, they fell asleep in the car and ended up being discovered dead by morning joggers.
According to police reports, they died from lack of oxygen in their brains, but it couldn't be determined whether it was due to exhaust fumes entering the vehicle or because of how well-sealed the car was. In any case, when the actual owner returned to pick up his car and learned about this incident, he nearly exploded with rage.
In front of the 4S dealership, he burned paper and hung banners, demanding an explanation. However, this was a personal action by the employee and not an issue with the vehicle's quality, so the dealership was naturally unwilling to compensate him with a new car. After a prolonged back-and-forth, the car owner had no choice but to accept the situation. After receiving a portion of the compensation, he certainly couldn't continue driving such an ominous vehicle. Not only had someone died in it, but just the thought of a stranger messing around in his car made him uneasy. So, he decided to sell the car in the second-hand market.
Although it was nearly new, the second-hand car dealers were aware that anyone with even a little knowledge would check the vehicle's history with the Traffic Management Department. Therefore, he was careful not to disclose that someone had died in the car while pricing it very low.
While others were selling cars worth over three hundred thousand, he sold his for only one hundred twenty thousand. Such a huge bargain would tempt anyone.
Of course, some might say that if it's half price and still has issues, only a fool would buy it. But while there may not be many smart people in this world, there are certainly plenty of fools. Thus, this nearly new BMW was sold within three days of being on the market.
However, just a few days later, the second owner came back. Friends around him thought it was impossible to have such a low price without issues. After asking someone to check, he found out that someone had indeed died inside.
Since he hadn't disclosed this detail beforehand, the second-hand market held him accountable for deceiving consumers and could only refund at the original price. The car was sold several more times after that, but each time it wasn't long before the new owners returned.
What was frightening was that these owners sought help to investigate simply because they frequently encountered bizarre incidents while driving.
For instance, the third owner one night while driving on the highway suddenly heard sounds coming from inside the car as if a man and woman were engaged in intimate activities. He was puzzled and thought it might be someone's prank. After searching around and finding nothing, he drove home as dawn approached. When he glanced at the passenger seat, he was shocked to see it covered in an unknown liquid.
Even more terrifying were two clear handprints on the backrest!
This scared him greatly; when he had been driving earlier, there had been nothing like that. He was alone in the car—where did those handprints come from?
Although he couldn't figure it out, after a day or two he tried not to think about it too much.
But on the third day, something happened again.
This time it wasn't just handprints; while driving at night again, he suddenly heard a man’s fierce voice shout: "You’re sitting in my seat!"
He nearly lost control of the car from fright and looked around—there was no one there! Initially thinking it was an illusion, his car suddenly stalled, and he heard that man say: "Since you won't leave, then stay here with us!"
The man panicked slightly and tried to open the door to see what was happening but found it wouldn’t budge.
Moreover, it felt like the air was rapidly depleting; he felt increasingly suffocated and almost on the verge of choking.
If it weren't for the Highway Patrol discovering a car parked motionless in the middle of the road and coming to check it out, the owner might have suffocated inside. The owner couldn't understand how such a perfectly good car could exhibit such strange phenomena. There were inexplicable voices, handprints on the seatback, and the car lock malfunctioning, among other issues.
So, he wondered if there was something wrong with the car itself and went to the Traffic Management Department to investigate. After that, he headed straight to the used car market to demand an explanation. This wasn't the first or second time such a thing had happened; nearly every previous owner had discovered abnormalities due to similar circumstances. Otherwise, as long as they hadn't caused any accidents themselves, who would think to check for past incidents?
I listened intently, thinking this was quite an interesting story. The salesperson sighed and said, "This car is really not bad; it's just that someone died in it and it keeps being haunted. Otherwise, I would have considered buying it myself."
I chuckled lightly, pondering whether I should buy it. Although most people are somewhat wary of death, I was different. After two years of witnessing all sorts of strange occurrences, why should I be afraid of this?
However, what surprised me was that this time, the owner didn't intend to return the car to the used car market.
He came seeking an explanation; in plain terms, he wanted some money back.
"Weren't you selling it for 120,000? I'm not returning the car or asking for a full refund; just give me half back. From now on, if there are any issues with this car, I won't come looking for you."
Sixty thousand wasn't a lot in this vast market. The Boss had initially taken on this car hoping to make a big profit, but who knew it would sit unsold for one or two years? He was tired of dealing with it; since the customer was willing to take it back, he might as well lose some money on it.
The salesperson talked with the owner for quite a while before finally agreeing to refund 40,000. I was still quite surprised; knowing the car was haunted and still willing to drive it showed this guy had a lot of guts.
The salesperson shared the same thought and after handing over the money and signing a liability agreement, curiously asked, "Hey man, if this car has problems, why do you still dare to drive it?"
The owner chuckled while counting his money and said, "You don't understand anything; it's just haunted, right? I consulted a temple nearby, and they said all I need is to hold a ritual to exorcise it. After that, it'll be just like a new car."
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