Chapter Five: Blind Spot in the Rain

Twelve ghost cars charged into the service road. They came from different decades, each preserved at the instant of death: burned hood, severed axle, blood fixed to the driver's seat. Twelve blue trajectories sealed every exit, yet Lu Xiao heard all their drivers shout through Han Che's memory. “Don't let him choose again.” They wanted the shot-zero slate. Su Wan shot out the overhead lamps. In darkness, Lu Xiao drove into the formation. He feinted left with a pendulum motion, waited for six cars to block, then rebounded from the wall and cut right. Both mirrors exploded as he passed through a gap less than two meters wide. Han Che seized his right hand and turned toward the cliff. “What are you doing?”