At the riverbank at night, there was no one around, and only the sound of running water could be heard.
Zhang Heng was looking for something with a flashlight, but for some reason, a cloud of fog suddenly floated above the river, and his vision became blurred. Zhang Heng immediately took out the Filter Lens from his pocket.
However, the Filter Lens, which had played a big role in several previous quests, unexpectedly failed this time.
Zhang Heng's vision still couldn't penetrate the fog.
Realizing the danger, he began to retreat and walked toward the car.
But after a few steps, the inexplicable fog began to dissipate again.
Zhang Heng looked up and saw that the embankment was full of "people" standing on it. They all bowed their heads and grinned at him silently, looking at him as if they were looking at the food on their plates.
The next moment, Zhang Heng opened his eyes and saw the alarm on the table. The time was 00: 36.
Two hours ago, he had just finished copying his homework and leaned back in his chair to rest. He didn't expect to fall asleep and have a dream where he was surrounded by those things.
Zhang Heng didn't know if it was because he heard Bai Qing talk about her family at noon, but he began to realize that those things might have infiltrated human society more than he had imagined. If left alone, perhaps after a period of time, they could quietly take control of the entire society, and then quietly eliminate all humans.
Fortunately, this only happened in a quest.
Zhang Heng got up, went to the bathroom to wash his face, and brushed his teeth.
He originally planned to go to the riverbank again tonight, but he didn't know if it was because of the dream just now. Zhang Heng hesitated and gave up. He had been searching for two consecutive nights without any results, and it was almost time to consider changing his way of thinking.
Other than that, he had to get some money.
There was basically nothing he could do with the little pocket money he had as a high school student. In fact, in modern society, most things could be solved with money. With enough money, he could also speed up the investigation.
This quest was like a "rebirth." After returning to high school from college, Zhang Heng thought about how ordinary reborns made money.
In the end, he found that he couldn't use the tricks commonly used in movies. He couldn't even think about the lottery since he had never paid attention to such things. He had neither the energy nor the time to start a business. The same went for stocks. Even if he knew the market trend, he needed enough start-up capital and patience.
So after looking around, Zhang Heng found that he could only go back to his old business.
He changed into a set of clothes that he didn't usually wear and borrowed his grandfather's Volkswagen again.
Zhang Heng was very careful when he drove out late at night. When he returned, not only did he return the car to its original position, but he also carefully tidied up the seat and foot cushions. He also cleaned up the mud he brought back from the riverbank. However, he couldn't solve the problem of gasoline consumption.
Grandpa might not notice once or twice, but after a while, he would definitely notice of something abnormal.
Of course, this was still a matter of money. It was very simple to solve it. He just needed to buy two barrels of gasoline and add it to the tank at any time.
Zhang Heng drove the Volkswagen to the overpass and drove southward to the new district.
Although it was called a new district, it was actually similar to a ghost town. The city's leader had once proudly announced that he wanted to build an Oriental Manhattan. However, halfway through the grand blueprint, the leader was transferred away. For some reason, the new leader didn't seem to want to push forward with the project. Now, the new district was basically empty, and the occupancy rate was very low.
When Zhang Heng got off the overpass, he could feel that there were almost no other cars nearby, and the high-rise buildings in the surrounding area looked dark.
Zhang Heng slowed down the car and followed the description in the news. After circling around for a while, he finally found the person in question.
Unlike the desolate atmosphere in other places, this street was quite lively. It was already early in the morning, but there were still a lot of people, men and women. There were also no less than ten luxury cars parked there.
Zhang Heng breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this. What he was most worried about was that this group of people were not in the quest, or that they didn't come out for the gathering tonight.
They were all members of a modified car club. Basically, they were second-generation rich kids whose families ran businesses. When a plentiful material life could no longer satisfy them, they naturally turned to the pursuit of thrills.
So basically, they would meet up in the new district every week to race cars. This race lasted for a year and a half. During this period, some of them went abroad to study, some of them quit due to family financial difficulties, and some of them joined the club.
Since there weren't many people in the new district, and some of them were from influential families, no one cared about them. It wasn't until a car accident happened that a Porsche accidentally collided with a Mercedes-Benz, and the driver of the Porsche was killed because the speed was too fast. That was when the incident was exposed.
Zhang Heng did not have much ill will toward this group of people. After all, the one who died was one of their own, and they didn't hurt any passersby. Besides, they chose to race in a new district where there was no one around, so it wasn't considered a nuisance. At least, it was better than some idiots who caused trouble on the streets. Of course, it was still illegal.
When they saw the Volkswagen appear on the other side of the street, they immediately became nervous.
One of them, who looked very young, probably born in the 1990s, was the most arrogant one. He shouted at the Volkswagen that was slowly approaching him, "What are you looking at? Get lost!"
Although the others didn't say anything, the look in their eyes was obvious. In the end, the Volkswagen didn't leave. Instead, it stopped beside them. As the car window rolled down, the people from the modified car club also saw the person in the driver's seat.
To their surprise, the person sitting in the car was a teenager about the same age as the kid in the 1990s.
Zhang Heng was very familiar with this kind of situation. Although everyone was now staring at him with hostility, he did not show any fear like ordinary people. Instead, he said, "Racing?"
"It's none of your business." A young man sitting on the hood of a Porsche 911 smoking said. He was the only one who did not bring a female companion tonight, and it seemed that he was the leader of this group.
"It's boring to always race by yourself. Bring me along," Zhang Heng said.
Before his voice trailed off, there was a burst of laughter around him.
One of them, a girl wearing a cap and suspenders, laughed the most exaggeratedly. She clutched her stomach and laughed so hard that tears almost came out of her eyes. "Are you kidding me, little brother? Is this your broken car?"
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