Zheng Motian's thoughts churned as one possibility after another crossed his mind. He hesitated over whether to stop Mr. Yu, then tried to reassure himself that it might just be a coincidence.
I had no such thoughts.
The moment those two beams of light appeared, I sensed something was wrong.
The road was straight. The two beams hadn't appeared at the very end of it. The instant they showed up, they were blindingly bright. In other words, they had appeared out of nowhere halfway along the road.
I soon detected the yin energy coming from that light.
The only people in that car could be dead.
Before Zheng Motian could figure out what to do, the car had already reached him and brushed past his own.
On the radio, Xiao Fang was still trying to persuade him. He didn't take Mr. Yu's talk of ghosts seriously, but he was afraid Mr. Yu might kill someone. He was also worried that if Mr. Yu abandoned them on the road, they might freeze to death, get hit by a car, or suffer some other accident. Mr. Yu said nothing more, only letting out a chilling laugh over and over.
The two cars passed each other. The black car seemed not to have noticed Zheng Motian.
I heard Zheng Motian swallow.
He watched as the car drove another fifty meters or so before stopping by the roadside. Zheng Motian swallowed again. He cursed, but showed no intention of getting out. Instead, he took out his phone and called the police.
There were no streetlights along this road, and no starlight or moonlight overhead. The headlights of the two cars illuminated two patches of road, making it possible to see what was happening in each.
The driver got out of the stopped car and