The moment I pressed the brake pedal, I knew it was over.
My feet don't feel right. Normal brakes will have resistance and the force of hydraulic pushback. No matter how hard you step on, you can still feel the vibration of mechanical bite. But this time, my feet seemed to have stepped into the void, empty and without anything to support them below.
The pedal sinks directly to the bottom.
The speed did not drop. Instead, because of inertia, the moment I let go of the accelerator, I went faster.
The traffic on the viaduct spread out in front of me, and the dense taillights were like a red river. I gripped the steering wheel tightly, my knuckles turned white, and my heart beat so fast in my chest that it felt like it was going to explode. The edges of his vision began to darken, his throat tightened, and cold sweat trickled down his spine.
In front is a white van.
The distance is about thirty meters.
Twenty-five meters.
