I, Lu Chuan, am the errand boy. After three years on Linjiang Road, I can open my eyes even if I close my eyes.
That rainy night, the rear wheel of my electric car got stuck in a crack in the ground and pulled out a thread. If you keep cutting, it will not be broken, and it will shine by itself. My first reaction: I can sell it for money. Second reaction: Douyin. Third reaction: The video was deleted, and the platform said it "involved security risks."
The next day, my nemesis died at the back door of the old school. He was holding a piece of strange thread in his hand. The police said he died suddenly. I don't believe it.
That night, I turned on the navigation on my phone. The mechanical female voice said: "Let's go. Drive south along Xinhua Road." Destination: Old Sophora Tree.
I'm scared. I run fast. But running fast is useless. Because when you don't know where to run, you will die quickly.
The line is dead. The remaining warmth has not dissipated. It ran away and came back to me.
