A fool was easy to please.
"..."
Staring at the hideous face in the mirror, at the corpse spots gradually appearing on its bluish-gray skin, at its nose nearly touching the glass, and at its stitched lips as they prepared to forcibly tear themselves open, Ming Wan'er's gaze became completely trapped. She immediately slapped herself hard across the face.
Smack—!
The sharp sound and burning pain cleared her mind, which had been gradually tainted and muddled by the staring contest. Just in time, she forced herself to look away before the eye contact reached three seconds.
That was close. She'd almost been caught!
Though she was only a section chief in the internal technical department of N City's Pollution Control Bureau, not a field operative, she knew all too well what would happen if she got caught in a situation like this.
At the same time, she knew even better what it would cost her if she kept hesitating!
So, after steadying herself, she resolutely took the organ wraith she carried in her purse and carefully set it in the cup holder beside her. Then she activated it without hesitation, letting it push the lid aside with its tentacles and extend its black, wraithly appendages, which slowly writhed inside the car.
"If I can't run..."
"Then I'll just have to fight!"
She licked her lips, which had somehow grown dry and cracked and were faintly aching. Knowing that the contamination in her body had surely worsened, she didn't bother trying to clear it. Instead, she took a deep breath.
Then, after activating her spirit pattern, she kept the steering wheel steady and the car moving at a constant speed as she resolutely glared at the rearview mirror inside the car once more, locking eyes with the thing in it.
"..."