An Old Driver's Ghost Stories: Notes on Substitute Driving

At 3:07 in the morning, the driver Chen Mo received an order for "special service" - the car owner's ID was his master who had been dead for ten years, and the note only had five words: "deliver to the place where it should be". In the rearview mirror, three days later, I saw myself covered in blood, writing "Don't brake" on the fogged car window. Only then did he realize that he was trapped in the "3:07 time closed loop": every time he died, his consciousness was reset, the method of death was upgraded, and the closed loop was "learning" his resistance. What's even more frightening is that Master Zhou is not a savior, but a "virus program" cultivated in a closed loop; what he thinks is "self-rescue" is just teaching the system how to kill him. Until he discovered that "return" - not "driving on behalf of", not "changing one's life", but returning the cause and effect of "not changing one's life" in 372 orders. Let 372 people think of "that rainy night, a driver saved me." The collective causal resonance exceeds the upper limit of the system, causing "overflow". The price is to lose all memory and become an ordinary person. But an "empty seat" is also a "full seat." When Chen Mo passed Master's road badge to the next driver, when there were three cigarettes sticking out of the air-conditioning vent of the taxi one early morning - the spirit of "driving on behalf of" continued in another way: not to rewrite the fate, but to hold the steering wheel of a stranger at his most vulnerable moment, walk with him for a while, and then let go. Let him choose his own direction.