On the outskirts, on the highway.
A somewhat old white van was speeding along the winding mountain road.
The driver was a man in his thirties with ordinary features, dressed plainly, his eyes harboring a sinister gleam.
"Uncle," from within the dim cargo area, came the childish voice of a boy, "where are you taking me?"
"Don't be afraid!" the man said with a smirk, "Uncle is going to take you to a fun place... Have you heard of Heaven?"
Sunlight peeked through the holes in the tinted car window decals, casting specks of light in the rear section, revealing a delicate little face in the back.
The child in the back was none other than Gan Tang.
Hearing the man utter the word "Heaven," a strange look flickered in the little one's eyes.
He certainly knew what "Heaven" implied; the Bible says that good people go to Heaven after they die—it was a place for the dead.
After a moment of silence, the little guy spoke earnestly, "I don't think Heaven is fun."
