I didn't understand what was happening. My momentary hesitation kept me from using my ability right away.
The driver kept sniffing, making choked, sobbing sounds. His back looked like it was trembling, and the hands gripping the steering wheel were shaking slightly too.
The car wasn't going very fast, and the ride was fairly smooth. It stopped at red lights and slowed down when passing intersections and crosswalks. It was just that whenever it did, it slowed down far more than usual, noticeably slower than normal driving.
Ding Hua didn't say anything about it.
The speed kept changing like that. The car wasn't jerking forward, but the ride was gradually making me uncomfortable.
But when the car reached Hualian Road, an especially long stretch, its speed began to pick up, slowly but inexorably.
By now, I had thought through the situation.
No matter why Ding Hua had died, or why he kept attacking taxi drivers after becoming a ghost, he should have been eliminated.
Ye Qing had told me to look at File 093. I'd finished reading it and entered the dream. It was time to eliminate Ding Hua.
With that in mind, I tried to use my power.
To my surprise, I felt completely hollow inside.
I couldn't sense the slightest bit of power.
I was in a ghostly state now, and I couldn't even feel my own body. Since Ding Hua's head was a jumble of mush, I couldn't sense anything through my connection to him either.
I couldn't move or use my abilities. It was as if I had returned to the beginning, or entered that period of weakness and backlash again.
If I could feel my body, I would probably be sweating cold right now.
The car continued straight ahead, its speed steadily increasing.
At night,