The black car drove along the street, the dim yellow lights flashing rapidly past the windows.
Scholar felt the oppressive atmosphere, driving in silence without daring to speak.
"Whew."
Gu Jianlin let out a long breath, leaning against the soft seat back, suddenly overwhelmed by unprecedented fatigue.
The deliveryman Lao Zhang never existed at all.
He had just visited the nearby shops in the neighborhood and talked to several neighbors he had interacted with before.
From their conversations, he learned that none of them knew any deliveryman named Lao Zhang.
From start to finish, the express station in this neighborhood had always been run by a mother and son duo. In five years, they had never changed staff, never hired anyone, and the business license was registered solely in their names.
