Gao Ming's speech became faster and faster, his eyes increasingly frightening, sometimes clear, sometimes confused, as if he genuinely heard all sorts of sounds.
Wansheng's driver stood in place, his pupils trembling, hearing nothing, with only the sound of sewage flowing quietly past his ears.
"Listen, listen carefully!"
Like a toy wound too tight, Gao Ming's emotions fluctuated rapidly, his body shaking violently. The memories triggered by the photos and the surrounding darkness overlapped, it felt like he was being dragged into the photo, into the dark underground sewer network, as if shut inside a black box, viewing the world from a distorted angle.
