The Ferrari roared through the torrential rain.
Its red body was like a streak of light slicing through the darkness. The tires crushed through the waterlogged road, kicking up two enormous curtains of spray. Chen Motong sat in the driver's seat, both hands gripping the wheel, her eyes fixed on the nearly invisible road ahead. Because of the typhoon, there were few cars on the road. She floored the accelerator, and the engine's roar drowned out the wind and rain beyond the windows.
The gauge needles climbed higher and higher.
She felt stifled.
Over the past few days, helping Lu Mingfei investigate those ghosts in his mind had put immense pressure on her as well. She had used Profiling several times, and each time, she saw those vague black shadows—hidden deep in memories, behind the truth, in corners everyone had forgotten. She could see something, but never clearly.
That feeling of "almost having it in your grasp" was more frustrating than anything.
And then there was this city.
She vaguely felt that something was hidden behind this city. Not a specific person, not a specific event, but an atmosphere, something impossible to put into words. It was as if some vast presence lurked in the darkness, quietly watching them.
All of it left her unable to breathe.
So she needed an outlet.
As she sped along, she let out wild whoops. The sound was shredded apart by the wind, only to be swiftly covered by another cry. This was how she flung all that pent-up stuff out of her body.
"Waaahhh—" Finn screamed from the back seat. "Junior Sister! You're driving too fast! Watch out for an accident! The roads are slippery in the rain! Be careful!"
His voice drifted unsteadily through the wind.
Nono ignored him completely. She simply