No one knew which would come first: tomorrow or an accident.
Someone who had been perfectly fine that morning had, by the afternoon... become an unrecognizable corpse.
After Fang Man was pronounced dead, from the moment they covered her with a white sheet, I was in a daze.
I couldn't cry at all. I didn't shed a single tear.
I had no idea what was happening around me. I just stared blankly at that white sheet.
There was no need to take Fang Man's body to the hospital anymore. It would go straight to the funeral home.
Meng Yifan seemed to know, too, that this wasn't an ordinary traffic accident. He sent Xie Peng and Li Xingyang to the funeral home first, then took me with the traffic police to the Traffic Police Team.
I didn't know why I had to go to the Traffic Police Team. Meng Yifan told me to go, so I went.
When we arrived at the Traffic Police Team, the traffic police were questioning the driver responsible for the accident, while Meng Yifan stood beside them, hurling abuse at him.
The driver hung his head without a word. No matter what the officers asked, he wouldn't answer.
There was clearly something wrong with this driver.
But I couldn't concern myself with whether there was something wrong with him. I had only one thought: a life for a life.
A female traffic officer was trying to calm Meng Yifan and me down. She was about to take us to another room to keep us from clashing with the driver.
The instant I stood up, I snatched a pen off the desk and lunged at the driver with it.
"Chen Mo!"
Meng Yifan was startled and failed to grab me.
But the traffic officers weren't there for