Chapter Four: The Reality Where He Died

“Close your eyes,” the woman in black said. “The cameras are waiting to see which one you look at.” Lu Xiao tore off the mirrors and covered the windshield. Darkness swallowed the road. The predicted lines remained. The first charge detonated ahead-left. He countersteered into the blast and used its force to throw the car into the next bend. Second blast. Third. The road folded beneath them. Han Che's memory flooded Lu Xiao's arms: the same rain ten years earlier, the same pendulum turn. A girl with twin ponytails sat beside Han Che. Shen Mo stood in the road shouting too late. A broken camera rig punched through the windshield and the girl's chest. Shen Xing. The director's daughter.