Dusk.
Waste warehouse.
The dim old lamp was broken and crumbling, and abandoned wood and steel pipes were scattered on the ground. The air was filled with dust and UFOs. The sound of broken wine bottles being kicked to pieces echoed around.
At the end of the warehouse, a boy wearing a black shirt and gray jeans was surrounded by five men with ferocious faces.
"Is it just you?" The boy looked at the people in front of him with an unruly look.
"Yan Yuzhe! Don't be too arrogant. We will make you die ugly later!"
"Death?" Yu Zhe raised his eyelids disdainfully, "Why don't you tell me what death means."
The five people signaled to each other, shouted and rushed over at the same time. Yu Zhe still maintained a provocative expression, looking at the five people rushing over without changing his expression.
………
The screen interlaced and transferred to the scene of the car accident three years ago.
The sounds of police cars, the shouts of the injured, and the voices of the masses intertwined and woven into a dense network, trapping every person, every face, and every thought at the crime scene.
In the interspersed scenes, the blood spreads into a dark red lotus blooming on the girl's chest, so bright.
It's as if time goes backwards and everything returns to its original path. Death, blood plasma, car crashes, attempts, chases, collisions... Everything goes back to the moment when the car accident didn't happen. That was an independent space for only two people...
Certain things experienced in life may gradually fade away as time goes by, but they will always leave a deep trace in the mind. When encountering similar events again, they will unconsciously follow this trajectory.