Compared with Zheng Motian, the person I was possessing now was clearly much easier to "deal with."
His thoughts were laid bare in my consciousness. In an instant, I learned who he was, what he had been through, and what was going on with everyone in the van.
They were still alive—not dead yet. But they had already reached Guangyuan Road. They had fled to Guangyuan Road.
Just as the information Nangong Yao had found said, the police's suspicions were correct: these people were drug dealers. They had started out as drug users, but after they ran out of money, they had turned to dealing drugs to support their habit. They hadn't known one another before. They had all run into the same kind of trouble, so they banded together, pooling the money they'd gotten from scams, thefts, and robberies to buy a batch of drugs and sell them around the region. Their activities had drawn the police's attention. Before they could sell everything, they had to steal a van and make their way to other cities with the drugs.
The man in the front passenger seat, Third, was their guide. He was from Meng Township and knew about Guangyuan Road. The driver was the gang's deputy leader. He'd stolen the van, and since he'd spent a few more years in prison than the others, he had a little more say in the group.
Third cursed and took a long drag on his cigarette. "How should I know? My second brother told me there was nobody on this road. Nobody comes here, and nobody keeps an eye on it. It'd be completely safe to take this route. And there aren't any turns. Have any of you seen a turn along the way?"
"It's pitch-black. How are we supposed to see?"