All six men looked as if they had just been jolted awake. They were dazed, gasping for breath.
After a long while, Third Brother was the first to speak. "Just now... just now I had a... a dream..."
Crooked Mouth felt the split in his lip, while Flat-top rubbed his face frantically.
The little boss gave a dry laugh. "What a coincidence. I also..."
The van fell silent.
"I dreamed we got lost, called Third Brother's second brother and the logging camp, and then..." Crooked Mouth was the first to speak.
He stopped before finishing.
The van fell silent again.
"What the fuck is going on!" Bird's Nest Hair grabbed his hair and yelled.
"I mean, we're all still, still alive, right? Maybe that was just... just... a precognitive dream?" Qiuzi said. "We saw those, those things in the dream, so we can, can avoid them..."
"We're already on this road!" Flat-top rudely cut him off.
All that remained in the van was the sound of the men panting.
Third Brother muttered a few curses. The others said nothing.
The long silence was broken by a ringing phone.
Bird's Nest Hair fumbled through his pockets and pulled out the candy-bar phone.
"Ha! See? It really was, really was just a dream! Just a nightmare!" Bird's Nest Hair's smile looked more like a grimace.
"Who's calling?" Flat-top seemed to relax a little, too.
"I don't know. Unknown number. 13912..." Bird's Nest Hair recited the number, his voice growing quieter with each digit.
The little boss looked at Third Brother beside him.
Third Brother fumbled to take out his own phone. After tapping at it a few times, his hands shook so badly he could barely hold it.
He didn't answer, but the others already knew.
"Throw it, throw it away! Throw