When the passenger got back into the car, it was exactly midnight. He hugged the black package and kept his head hidden under the hood of his jacket. The color of his shirt seemed to have become deeper. Ol' Zhang forced himself to not look at the mirror, but his gaze kept wandering toward it.
"How come it feels like a different person has returned," Ol' Zhang muttered softly to himself as he clicked the warning page on his phone open.
"Going back to Huai Hua Street?"
"Yes."
"Do you live there? There are normally elders who live at Jiujiang's old streets, so it's rare for someone your age to reside there."
"No, I'm not staying there." The passenger's tone was weird. He answered with short phrases, and they sounded dark.
