Late at night, Jiangcheng's outskirts seemed shrouded in a mysterious black curtain.
An old, modest one-story house stood quietly there, surrounded by an air of calm.
Just then, a figure appeared without a sound. It was Jiang Feng.
He sneaked home. The dim moonlight fell across his face, revealing faint traces of blood that had not yet dried. In the weak light, they looked especially horrifying.
Jiang Feng's footsteps were as light as falling feathers. He crept toward his room, taking great care with every step, afraid that even the slightest sound might wake his sleeping parents.
He was glad to be home, but at the same time worried about making his parents anxious.
Once back in his room, Jiang Feng went straight into the bathroom.
Soft light filled the bathroom, illuminating his weary, tense face.
He turned on the tap. Clear water rushed out as Jiang Feng carefully washed up, trying to remove the blood and fatigue from his face.
Jiang Feng was a student at Jiangcheng High School.
It happened to be a long school break, and he was thinking of his parents, so that night he hurried home to see them.
The night air was a little chilly. Jiang Feng walked home alone, his steps firm and hurried.
As he passed an intersection in the outskirts, a car roared by like a bolt of lightning.
It was going so fast that Jiang Feng had no time to react. Its side suddenly clipped him.
He felt an enormous force hit him. His body instantly lost its balance, and the car sent him flying.
His body cut through the air
