Yinlan looked out the cab window and saw the harsh reality that lay ahead of her: the taxi parked still on the unforgiving railroad track. She couldn't help but chuckle bitterly, realizing the absurdity of it all. She was standing on the edge of death once more, the impending danger looming large over her destiny.
"Killing with the train in the closed taxi is an ideal plan," Yinlan remarked with a twisted smile. The macabre orchestration of her demise was a puzzle she couldn't help but unravel, even in the face of impending doom. The rhetorical question hung in the air, "I wonder who created this plan to see me suffer more even after my death." Her cynical acknowledgment of the enemies that lurked in the shadows served as a haunting reminder of the treacherous path she treads.
