Crossing the River

Five car accidents in half a year, claiming seven lives. All incidents occurred near tunnel entrances. After the fire was extinguished, Jiang Ci squatted in the tunnel, his palms hanging three inches above the ground. He saw - dense blue-gray handprints, layer upon layer, like the traces of countless dead souls scratching out from the ground. Some are new and some are old. The newest ones have a dark red fluorescence around the edges that is not of this world. This is not a pile-up. Someone has been raising things in the tunnel for a long time. But now, that thing noticed Jiang Ci.