Just as I was about to faint from the pain, a flowerpot shattered on the ground just a few inches in front of me with a "bang!"

The excruciating pain I felt all over my body vanished the moment the flowerpot broke into pieces, and the feeling of unease dissipated like smoke.

I stared at the scene before me, terrified. My heart pounded in my chest. If it hadn't been for that sudden heart pain that stopped me in my tracks, the flowerpot would have landed directly on my head, causing a concussion at best, and a fatal injury at worst.

From that day on, I began to pay attention to the unease that would appear anytime, anywhere.

Later, I was taking a long-distance bus from a small city in the west to a city in central China. When we passed through a mountainous area, that feeling of unease struck again, startling me awake from my sleep.

Suddenly, I realized that this feeling of unease was actually a signal.

"I want to get off the bus! I want to get off the bus! I want to get off the bus!"

I screamed hysterically, waking up many people who were still asleep.

The driver was a bit confused, not knowing what was going on. "What do you want, young man?"

I reiterated my point, "I want to get off the bus!"

My attitude was resolute.

The driver kindly reminded me, "Young man, there's no village in front and no shop behind in this mountainous area. Besides, the roads here are rugged and narrow, and there are dangers everywhere. If you get off here, you'll have to walk dozens of kilometers!"

The feeling of unease didn't disappear, so I insisted on my idea—getting off the bus.

In the end, the driver had no choice. Amidst the curses of "idiot" and "lunatic" from the passengers, I got off the bus alone.

After getting off the bus, my feeling of unease disappeared, but the mountainous area was as desolate as the driver had said. There were only a few trees growing on the cliffs and large rocks exposed on the mountain.

The mountain road meandered forward, with no end in sight. At that moment, I regretted getting off the bus. Perhaps the feeling of unease would have disappeared after a while, or perhaps the danger that came with the unease was an illusion.

I walked several kilometers along the direction the bus had left, thinking about this question.

At this rate, I would definitely not be able to get out of the mountainous area before dark. The dangers here at night were even more unpredictable.

However, when Heaven closes all doors, a window opens. Just as I was worrying about where to camp for the night, a jeep passed by. I waved for help in time, and the driver stopped the car and waved for me to get in.

I discussed with the driver that they would drop me off when they reached the next town.

There were three people in the jeep, all tourists on a self-driving trip. They were in their twenties, the age when they loved adventure. They were hospitable, cheerful, and lively.

I sat in the car without saying a word, watching them excitedly plan their itinerary.

The jeep drove another ten kilometers, passing by a steep cliff, where they found a crowd of police and rescue workers.

The jeep driver curiously drove closer and asked what had happened.

The people on the scene waved their hands at the driver, signaling them to pass through quickly to avoid danger.

Under the driver's questioning, the rescue workers revealed the situation: an hour earlier, there had been a car accident. A bus full of passengers had fallen off the winding mountain road. It was estimated that the passengers and driver on the bus were unlikely to survive. The cause of the accident was still under investigation. It was unknown whether loose rocks falling from the mountain had smashed the bus down or whether the road had collapsed, causing the bus to lose control and fall off the cliff.

Hearing this, the jeep driver stopped being nosy and quickly drove away from the scene.

At this point, I no longer questioned the relationship between the feeling of unease and danger.

Unease is a signal, alerting me to danger. If I get closer and closer to danger, then this feeling of unease will turn into discomfort, pain, or other sensations, tormenting my nerves. When I get out of danger, then this feeling of unease will naturally disappear.

From then on, I relied on the memories in my mind to travel and used my feeling of unease to avoid risks. After many twists and turns, what should have been a journey of a few days actually took me several months. Finally, I arrived in Tian Jing.

…

My memory went back to half an hour ago. When I was on my way to the airport, that feeling of unease returned, making me instantly nervous, so I got out of the car.

I could have saved Liu Yuan and Xiao Wu's lives, but I didn't, and I didn't have any feelings of pity or sorrow. I don't know what's wrong with me.

Perhaps, it's all fate. Fate cannot be defied.

While I was in a daze, the taxi driver suddenly said to me, "Boss, we've arrived at your destination."

I gradually came back to my senses. Before I knew it, more than an hour had passed, and the taxi had arrived smoothly at the long-distance bus transfer station.

The long-distance bus transfer station was like a makeshift station. There were not many people on weekdays, and even fewer at dawn. Only a few cats were meowing somewhere.

I asked the driver to take me a little further and dropped me off in front of a small, run-down hotel nearby.

"A room, one person, leaving tomorrow morning," I said to the sleepy old lady behind the hotel counter.

"ID card," the old lady asked me for my ID card in a daze.

Without thinking, I said, "I don't have one."

However, this did not prevent her from taking my hundred yuan and handing me the room key. "The first room on the left on the second floor."