chapter 5
We had just passed the traffic light and hadn’t been driving for more than a few minutes.
Not far ahead.
Red and blue lights began to flash.
A police car was parked up ahead.
The man beside me stared expressionlessly forward.
But with his other hand, he quietly reached for his jacket pocket.
I hurried to steady him.
“It’s fine, brother. They’re just registering the vehicle information. My paperwork is all in order, everything’s filed and recorded. Besides, we’re doing legitimate business-they won’t give us any trouble.”
Soon, a police officer stopped my car.
“Driver’s License, Vehicle License, and ID Card-let me see them.”
[Oh no, we’re doomed. If the Thug pulls the explosives, no one here will survive.]
[Only one person needs to die, but it’s all because of this idiot driver, taking pointless detours.]
[I can’t stand it anymore. Why isn’t the driver dead yet?]
[I want her to die quickly-I want to see the investigation process, ahhh!]
A crowd of people, and my life.
The classic trolley problem.
But isn’t my life a life too?