Gu Mian slightly lowered his head.
His face was hidden in the shadows, so the driver couldn't see his expression.
But there was no need to see clearly. The man, who was squinting and smirking, continued, "There was this obsessed girl. I didn't like her at all."
"—Then she died, suffocated. Her face turned purple, her eyes almost popping out."
At this point, the driver's eerie voice suddenly stopped.
The wind outside seemed to grow stronger, hinting at impending rain.
Gu Mian thought he heard a dull rumble in the distant sky, like the deep snore from the throat of a sleeping giant beast.
Darkness engulfed the taxi. The driver drove on, seemingly with no particular destination.
Gu Mian kept his head down, but he sensed a gaze from the front fiercely fixed on his scalp. He knew that if he looked up, he would see the driver's twisted face squeezed into the small rearview mirror.
