Not a ghost, not an Eerie, but...
A human obsessed with cars?
A thought suddenly flashed through Yang Yong's mind, and he blurted out, "So that's why she only targets cars? Because she was obsessed with them when she was alive? Then what about her mimicking voices to interfere with our radios?"
"That wasn't mimicry." Cao Xianming's voice held the calm of someone who had uncovered the truth. "Those were fragments of her memories from life. The things she said were very likely things she said before she died, or things she heard before she died."
What?
Every sentence was a memory from before her death?
Yang Yong suddenly felt a chill crawl up his back, cold to the bone.
Then the things she had just said... "The bridge ahead has collapsed," "Stop the car," "There's a cliff ahead"...
Were they a replay of someone's death?
Was that how she had died?
At that moment, the fear changed in nature.
It was no longer fear of the unknown, but a glimpse into another person's fate, mingled with some complex emotion.
And just then...
Mang Dabiao suddenly spoke, his voice more serious than ever before.
"She's in the rearview mirror again."
"This time... she's crying."
"The feeling she gives me... it's like she's become someone else."
Mang Dabiao's voice came through the radio in broken bursts, as though something were interfering with the signal.
His tongue was still sticking out, pressed firmly against the surface of the rearview mirror. He dared not move it even a fraction.
"One moment, she looks like a middle-aged woman in her thirties or forties, her face full of resentment;
the next, she turns into a little girl, smiling at me with innocent delight.
The moment she finishes smiling, she suddenly starts crying, sobbing her heart