"Gu Mian himself called the car. We were staying close enough to the company to walk," Xia Jianren said, sucking in several sharp breaths, perhaps because wincing tugged at his injuries.
"Yes," Cang Yue nodded, looking out onto the deserted highway. Street lamps cast their dim glow on the road, a few moths orbiting them. "He had the car ready when we escaped."
When they fled from the perilous employee dormitory, they had hastily jumped into a taxi without much thought.
Could it be that he already anticipated that the driver was a ghost when he called the car! A preposterous notion suddenly popped into Wang Chuan's head.
"That's likely the case," Cang Yue let out a long sigh, feeling utterly exhausted.
Of the eight missing people, the driver's death had been confirmed, and the remaining seven were likely in dire straits, which made it hard to find a path to survival through them.
But if all eight were dead, then why hadn't their bodies been found?
