Beep—click!
Rumble...
Beep—
Whoosh—
There were some noisy sounds, and wind...
I seemed to be in the middle of a bustling street.
Was it a dream?
I thought of Zhang Qing.
But something didn't feel right.
I could hear the sounds, but I couldn't see anything. I felt the wind blowing over me, cold... and something warm pressing against me.
My body was strange. Or rather, the body I'd possessed was strange.
For a moment, I couldn't tell what was happening.
Click! Squeak—click!
A burst of pain!
I instinctively sucked in a breath, but I couldn't feel any cool air in my mouth.
"Hurry up! Why are you so slow?"
"Almost done..."
Click!
Another burst of pain.
"Hey, move it. We need to do fifty or sixty of these today!"
"I know, I know. But we're doing so many of these—will Qiangzi have time to repaint them all? Can we even sell them?"
"Why wouldn't we be able to? They're all good bikes. A fresh coat of paint and they'll fetch at least two or three hundred."
"Won't people be able to tell..."
"Who cares? Even if they realize they're shared bikes, they'll still buy them if they're cheap!"
Click!
The pain came again.
That was the last one.
Right after that, I felt as if I'd been thrown into water, beaten, then crushed and struck by something...
After being tossed around in agony, I heard more voices.
"I hope everyone who puts private locks on these bikes gets hit by a car the moment they step outside!"
"I just saw some little brat throw a shared bike into the river. That brat should be thrown in and drowned instead!"
"Damn useless bike-sharing customer service! I've told you hundreds of times—I forgot to lock it, someone rode off with the