Lüsha City, Chunhua Road.
Having attended university in Lüsha City for a year, Zhang Wei often came out to explore and was very familiar with the city.
At this moment.
Zhang Wei was walking towards the intersection:
"I remember that intersection, there seems to be a bus stop. I think I took a bus from there with Junfei and the others before."
Muttering to himself.
Zhang Wei picked up his phone to check the news in Lüsha City.
As expected.
He found news about the Chunhua Road car accident.
The news report stated:
Recently, at the Chunhua Road intersection in Lüsha City, Minfu Province, an accident occurred. A truck driver, driving improperly at 8:13 PM, crashed into a bus stop, causing a traffic accident that resulted in the immediate death of a 59-year-old man.
According to police investigations.
The case ruled out foul play and was classified as a traffic accident. The specific cause is still under further investigation.
Click the link below to view photos of the news event.
Friendly reminder: The event photos contain bloody elements. If the viewer is under eighteen years old, please watch with parental supervision.
Zhang Wei clicked the link.
Instantly.
Photos of the news event popped up.
It was a photo of the truck crashing into the bus stop. The truck had knocked off a large portion of the stop's panel, and glass shards were scattered everywhere.
Looking closely.
There was a large amount of blood splattered on the damaged stop panel.
And at the point where the truck and the stop collided, a pair of irregularly bent legs were exposed, and a lot of blood pooled on the ground.
It was evident.
That was likely the middle-aged man who had been killed. The truck had hit him against the stop panel, crushing him between the truck and the panel on the spot. Judging from the large amount of blood in the photo and the severed arm lying nearby, he had been horribly mangled.
Looking at the photos.
Zhang Wei frowned, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes.
Despite being mentally prepared, for some reason, he felt enraged looking at the photos.
This was a living human life, gone just like that. And due to supernatural reasons, if no one discovered the truth, their family would never know who the real culprit was, only believing it was the truck driver.
And the truck driver would live the rest of his life with the reputation of having killed someone.
Ring ring.
The phone rang.
Interrupting Zhang Wei's thoughts.
The caller ID displayed - Li Junfei.
"Hello, Brother Wei, are you still having tea with that old man you mentioned? Fatty and I will probably finish browsing the anime figure store soon. Want to come out for dinner earlier, haha."
Li Junfei's loud voice came through the phone.
Shaking off his previous anger, Zhang Wei replied:
"I've finished tea with the old man."
"Ah? So soon? I thought you'd be drinking for a long time. Was the tea not good? Making Brother Wei unable to drink it? It's okay, Brother Wei, I suggest you drink milk tea with the old man. Milk tea is much tastier than other teas."
Listening to Li Junfei.
Zhang Wei suddenly recalled his previous conversation with Old Man Willow and couldn't help but laugh out loud:
"No, the old man's tea was very good, but your suggestion is great. I'll treat the old man to milk tea when I have the chance."
Li Junfei chuckled:
"Then wait for Fatty and me to finish at the anime figure store and we'll find you, Brother Wei. Where is that haunted house? Send me the address, Brother Wei, I'll take a taxi there then."
"No need for the address. Junfei, take a taxi to the bus stop at the Chunhua Road intersection later. It's the same stop where we took the bus for the murder mystery game during the holidays, remember?"
As Zhang Wei finished speaking.
Li Junfei's direct voice came through the phone:
"Of course I remember! I have a very deep impression of that murder mystery game. The plot of that game was too bad, but the girls who came to play were quite amazing. I wanted to pull up the willow trees with each of them."
Saying that.
Li Junfei asked curiously:
"By the way, Brother Wei, why are you going there? You're not going to sneak off and play a murder mystery game with some girls behind Fatty and my back, are you?"
"What are you thinking? I just have something to do here. You guys can come find me here later."
After Zhang Wei hung up the phone, he arrived at the bus stop.
It could be seen.
The bus stop had been replaced with a new one. At first glance, it seemed as if no tragedy had ever occurred here.
But looking at the ground by the bus stop.
Even after being washed, there were still traces of blood left, giving a sense of how tragic it had been.
At this time.
It was past 1 PM, nearing the time for work.
Perhaps because of the car accident that happened here, people felt it was unlucky. There weren't many people waiting at the bus stop.
This wasn't Zhang Wei's imagination.
He saw a female office worker dressed in professional attire.
She stood at the bus stop, and while waiting for the bus, she said to her colleague beside her:
"Xiao Li, do you know that the spot you're standing on is very dangerous?"
"Ah? What do you mean?"
"Don't you know? A car accident happened here five or six days ago. Someone was hit and killed right where you're standing."
The colleague was startled by the office worker's words and instinctively moved closer to the side.
Similar conversations.
Zhang Wei had heard several times within the ten minutes he had been sitting on the bus stop seat.
Listening to people's conversations, Zhang Wei looked around, observing the situation at the intersection.
After a moment.
Zhang Wei looked in one direction, a hint of confusion flashing in his eyes.
...
Qian Chengping, an old farmer from a village in Fujian Province.
Like other old farmers, his skin was tanned from years of farming, and its texture was rougher than that of young people in big cities. Although he was only middle-aged, he looked quite old.
Furthermore, due to the frugality of the older generation, they would never replace their clothes unless they were worn out.
Because of this, his old clothes, if not for the large hen he carried in his hand and a bundle of vegetables on his back, he would definitely have been mistaken for an old beggar.
At this time.
It was the scorching summer, and it was 1 PM, a time when the sun was very strong.
Already elderly and carrying heavy items, Qian Chengping walked along the road with a head full of sweat, occasionally looking up to wipe the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve.
Despite this.
He did not complain of being tired. As he walked, he frequently approached other passersby.
"Hello, excuse me, could you tell me how to get to Chun Tian residential area?"
Qian Chengping asked a young passerby.
However, after asking several people in a row.
Perhaps it was because his old clothes didn't look clean enough, or perhaps it was because he was carrying a hen and looked like a country bumpkin.
No one was willing to respond to his questions.
They completely ignored Qian Chengping.
This made Qian Chengping feel a bit awkward, but he still patiently continued to ask.
There was no other way.
He wasn't in Lüsha City for leisure.
He had spoken to his son on the phone a few days ago and heard that his son had been having a difficult time at work, and his daughter-in-law had fallen ill. So, he had traveled a long distance specifically to find his son and see if he could help by brewing some chicken soup for his son and daughter-in-law.
After asking several more people.
Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, just as Qian Chengping was about to feel dejected from asking.
He arrived at the bus stop.
Thinking that there would be people here who could tell him the way, he asked the young man sitting on the bus stop seat:
"Hello, excuse me, could you tell me how to get to Chun Tian residential area?"
This time.
He finally received a response.
Facing Qian Chengping's inquiry, Zhang Wei raised a smile:
"Uncle, are you going to Chun Tian residential area?"