In a world that was nearly at a standstill, the distance between the heavy truck and the bus continued to close at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The mute girl, who flashed to the passenger seat of the truck, had her pupils darting rapidly. She glanced at the unconscious driver and the three pedals under his feet, then scowled heavily.
'Can't reach them, and which one is the brake?'
Forget it, if I can't reach them, I won't step on them.
In this race against milliseconds, there was no room for distinguishing and trial and error. Hesitation meant death, so the mute girl didn't pause at all and lunged straight for the steering wheel.
But after grabbing it steadily, she didn't immediately twist it in the opposite direction; instead, she remained calm, staring at the bus approaching incessantly from the opposite direction.
