Feng Ju staggered through the deep alley, his dress shoes continuously stepping into the puddles, soaking his pants with splashed dirty water.
The blue and white patrol car was parked not far ahead. His hand paused on the car door handle for a second, then inexplicably turned his head back to look. The alley only had plastic bags swirling in the wind.
A psychological shadow had indeed formed.
Feng Ju irritably tugged at the corner of his mouth and forcefully opened the car door.
As the key slid into the lock, the engine roared to life, and Feng Ju floored the accelerator.
The tires skidded on the slippery road for half a second before screeching forward.
In the rearview mirror, the shadows at the alley entrance seemed to writhe, or perhaps there was nothing at all.
Three kilometers later, he sharply turned the steering wheel, bringing the patrol car to an abrupt halt in a narrow alley, the screeching brakes scaring off the crows on the wires.
"Madman..."
