8:15 P. M.
A dilapidated No. 214 Bus braked suddenly in the rain, its tires screeching against the asphalt road.
Chen Yu was thrown forward by the inertia, and his back hit the hard plastic seat. He didn't make a sound, and only used his right hand to tightly grasp the iron armrest of the front row. The knuckles turned bluish white from exertion.
Like the chest of an asthma patient, the car door slowly opened with the sound of air leaking.
Chen Yu lowered his head and glanced at the phone screen.
The upper right corner of the screen was covered with spiderweb-like cracks, and an unread text message was reflected in the fluorescent light:
