After finding the project team and gaining an understanding of the situation, I spend quite a bit of time organizing the information. I also leave the company at three in the afternoon, preparing myself to head towards the cityâs police station to visit the staff in charge.
After leaving my companyâs building, I take out my phone, open my ride-sharing app, and submit my destination.
Since itâs not the evening rush hour, I get a driver in just a few seconds.
Heâs in the vicinity, one minute⊠I glance at the notification and am very pleased that I donât need to wait too long.
One minute passes quickly, but as I look left and right, I donât see the license plate that I remember.
Suspecting that Iâve misremembered, I hurriedly unlock my phone to confirm the situation.
At this moment, I heard the chiming of a bicycle bell.
Uh⊠I subconsciously look up and see a green-orange bicycle.
Sitting on the bicycle is a young man wearing a dark baseball cap and a thin black coat.
Ring! Ring! Ring!
The bicycle stops in front of me as the man extends his right foot to support the bicycle against the ground.
His forehead is wide and his face is thin. His short black hair is slightly curled, and his eyes are darker than an ordinary personâsâclose to pure black.
His biggest characteristic was that, like a cosplayer, he wore a crystal monocle on his right eye.
Holding the bicycleâs handle with one hand, the man adjusts his monocle with the other. He smiles at me and says, âYou were the one who requested a ride?â
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I did, but I requested a car, not a bicycleâŠ
I open my mouth, unsure if I should answer.
At that moment, I even underwent existential questions: Who I am. Where am I? Where am I going?
âYouâre going to the police station, right?â The young man with the monocle didnât care that I didnât respond as he asked with a smile.
âŠNo way? Is there really an option for getting a bicycle? And I selected it somehow? I slowly nod.
At this moment, there are only two clear thoughts in my mind:
Should I take a photo or video to post on my Moments?
Should I call the customer service to complain?
At that moment, the young man wearing the monocle points to the side of the building and says, âWait another minute, my car is parked there.â
As he speaks, he takes out his phone and waves it.
âHuh?â I still donât understand whatâs happening.
The young man presses the edge of his monocle and smiles.
âI did something in the nearby alley just now. I couldnât drive through, and the distance to walk here was a little far, so I rented a shared bike.
âIâm sorry, please wait a minute or two.â
Since the other party has already said so and Iâm not in a rush. I politely reply, âItâs fine.â
The young man immediately puts away his phone and rode his bicycle to the side of the building.
Soon, a white car drives over and stops in front of me.
âAlright, you can board it now.â The car window rolls down, revealing the face with the monocle.
Just as Iâm about to open the car door, I suddenly realize a problem:
The car displayed on the app is black!
Uh⊠Iâm just about to walk to the back to look at the car plate when the driver waves his phone at me across the passenger seat.
âI have two cars.
âIâm driving this car today, but I bound my account to the other one.
âLook, my phone is right.â
With that, he calls me.
Seeing that the number displayed isnât a problem, and considering how Iâve encountered similar situations before, Iâm relieved. I open the car door and get in.
Itâs broad daylight in a bustling city. What is there to be afraid of?
However, the reviewing and verifications undertaken by the platform are really problematic.
When I get into the car, the driver with a monocle looks ahead as he picks up a cigarette box and hands it back.
âWant a cigarette?â
âIsnât smoking banned?â I blurt.
âAs long as I donât mind it.â The thin driver smiles through the rearview mirror.
âI donât smoke.â I instinctively shake my head.
The driver holds the steering wheel with one hand, not really paying attention to the situation on the road.
âItâs good that you donât smoke. I donât smoke either. Smoking causes one to have a ghastly appearance.â
âThen why do you have cigarettesâŠâ I follow up quickly.
As the car drives down the road, the driver uses his empty hand to touch the monocle on his right eye.
âThere will always be some friends you need to meet despite you being unwilling to meet.â
âThatâs true.â I nod.
At this moment, I recall Vice President Wu from the company next door. Although he smokes, his appearance is definitely not ghastly. However, thereâs no need to say it out loud. Iâm not someone who gets into debates with others in a professional manner.
âYou donât look like a rideshare driver.â I glance at the obviously expensive cigarettes, and glance around the luxurious interior of the car.
âHeh heh,â the driver replies with a smile. âIs my performance that obvious?â
âYou donât look like you make a living from ridesharing. You look like you come from a rich family.â I give a random reason.
Either way, I canât tell.
âHeh heh, being born with a silver spoon doesnât bar me from making a living from ridesharing. It allows me to experience a completely different life from my past, and being able to see all kinds of unique people is a form of entertainment. Donât you find it interesting?â the driver says with a smile.
How philosophical⊠I nod and casually say, âThat may be the case, but I think you occasionally only take a few ride orders and are usually busy with other things.â
âYes, I went to your building to investigate.â The driver looks at the rearview mirror again, and his smile makes me feel a little strange.
âInvestigateâŠâ Iâm at a loss.
âItâs about an evil cult. They like to use vending machines to harm others.â The corner of the driverâs lips curls up.
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If it wasnât for the fact that I already knew about it, I wouldâve lost my composure!
âYouâre a private detective? Do you know a detective named Sherlock Moriarty? This might be his nickname.â I suddenly have an idea.
The driver raises his hand to pinch the edge of his monocle and chuckles.
âOf course. Weâre old friends.â
I donât know if itâs my imagination, but I feel like he emphasized the words âold friend.â
âD-did you, or any of you find anything?â I try my best to act like a bystander.
The driver half-turns his head to glance at me and says with an obvious smile, âGuess.â
Thatâs such a punchable smile⊠I rein in my emotions.
âI guess so.â
âThen itâs as you say,â the driver says with an expression of âI know a lot, but I wonât tell you.â
ââŠâ As I think about what to say, he suddenly straightens his back and looks ahead.
Then, he pushes the monocle on his right eye.
Suddenly, countless fragments appear in my mind.
Overlapping roads, tunnels, mixed colors, different signboards, pedestrians, cars that swept backwards rapidlyâŠ
They simultaneously explode in my mind at the same time, making me feel like Iâm suffering from motion sickness.
âWeâre here.â The driverâs voice enters my ears the next second.
I get out of the car in a daze and squat down at the side of the road, feeling like I might vomit at any moment.
I recover after a while, but the ridesharing car has already left.
Thinking back, I suddenly shudder.
The driver resembled the emoji that The Star had mentioned: