It seemed like the car in front suddenly stopped, and the car behind drove past and flipped it over. Everyone in the back passed out, and when they woke up, they all lay on the ground, the battalion commander and that young man turned into charred corpses.
"You guys think so?" He turned his head and asked the four soldiers holding the background cloth. "And another thing, it's fine that we passed out, but what happened to you guys, the accident didn't even involve you?"
The four of them had a moment of discomfort on their faces; they couldn't remember how they had fainted. Hearing the noise that day, they came to check and inexplicably passed out. How they were hit, the four had no memory whatsoever. What happened in their dreams after they fainted that day, they decided to bury the secret in their hearts forever, to take it to the grave, never to see the light of day—it was too shameful, too indescribable.
