At 2:14 a.m., Lu Chen accepted his seventh fare of the night.
His passenger was an old man dressed in burial clothes. The first thing he said was, "Driver, I'll die on this road three days from now."
Then he repeated, word for word, everything Lu Chen had said five minutes earlier, including the sentence Lu Chen had only thought to himself and never said aloud.
From that day on, Lu Chen could hear "echoes": strangers repeating the deaths of other strangers. Seventy-two hours, and death was certain.
He saved seven people.
On the eighth day, he dug up the seventh person's body beneath an old building in the west of the city. The time of death was the night he picked them up.
So who was the person he'd brought home and fed noodles?
