In my groggy sleep, I heard the wind. But it wasn't natural wind.
I listened for a while and heard another sound beneath it.
It was the sound of a car driving: the engine, the tires rolling over the road, and little things inside the car rattling.
All those sounds together made it easy to tell that I was in a car.
I wanted to open my eyes, but my eyelids felt unbearably heavy.
The car was speeding along.
I felt uneasy. I'd never driven this fast myself. But an idea immediately surfaced in my mind, telling me it was fine. No one was on this road, and it was late at night, so no one would be. Besides, I was in a hurry.
No, wait.
Why was I driving in the middle of the night?
I snapped fully awake.
I was drenched in cold sweat. My first thought was of the ghost driver. I remembered his name was Song Zang. He'd originally driven a hearse, but somehow a ghost had killed him. After that, he'd driven a taxi, carrying both ghosts and people. He'd killed plenty of people in People's Celebration City, and his "business" had covered the entire city.
But when I opened my eyes, I knew I wasn't in Song Zang's car.
Song Zang had already been killed by Greenleaf.
The car I was riding in now wasn't a taxi or a hearse, either. It was an ordinary private car.
I exhaled and glanced at the view in the rearview mirror.
The driver looked familiar, but for a moment, I couldn't place him.
Then I recognized him from the way he was dressed.
It was that driver—the one called Zhao Chi.
I felt relieved, but also bewildered.
Why had I dreamed about Zhao Chi?
Hadn't Zhao Chi