There can't be a Harvest Moon in the RimWorld.

In the end what happened!

He didn't know how to ask the question, so he could only hiss with his parched throat from not drinking water for a long time and stare wide-eyed with bloodshot eyes.

The middle-aged man in the front row slowly turned around.

In the dim light, the round-faced youth saw that the middle-aged man's features were still sharp and angular, but there was a hint of surprise in them. He gestured to the man with his eyes to calm him down.

"Do you know how long you've been asleep?" the middle-aged man asked.

"N-no... I don't know." The round-faced youth, who was feeling uneasy under the man's gaze, actually felt his fear lessen somewhat under the pressure.

"It's been four hours. We've been driving on this road for a full four hours and haven't seen a single exit sign."

"What?!!"

"According to the route, we should have arrived twice. But we haven't seen any intersections, and the road shows no sign of ending."

"This... is impossible..."

“It’s already happened!” the driver, Jackie, said firmly. “We’re stuck on this road, and I don’t dare to stop. I’m afraid we’ll be stuck here forever, unable to find our way.”

The square-faced young man was still fast asleep in the back seat; the argument in the car had no effect on him whatsoever.

"So what should we do now?" Seeing how calm the two people in the front row were, the round-faced youth gradually calmed down as well, and vaguely guessed that they had some kind of plan.

"Although I didn't see the highway exit, I saw other things in the fog..."

“Every fifteen minutes, a rest area sign appears, followed by an abrupt ramp.”

"My opinion and that of this gentleman is to let everyone rest and recover their energy before deciding whether to drive into this intersection."

The middle-aged man slowly said, "If we drive in, we might face the same situation as in the radio story. We don't know how that person got out, and this action is very risky. We need to make a decision together."

The square-faced young man in the back row opened his eyes and said, "I heard everything. I agree to go in."

His voice was frighteningly calm, unlike anyone else in the car.

Driver Jackie's despair was tempered with a sliver of composure, reflecting his longing for the rational world of the past and his unwillingness to prematurely abandon his reason. But if things continued this way, he would eventually break down.

The middle-aged people in the front row had no discernible expression or emotion; they might be afraid, angry, or perhaps nothing at all. Nothing was apparent.

However, unlike the round-faced youth's panic, the square-faced youth was in an extreme state of suppressing his emotions and arousing his rationality. His thirst for knowledge overwhelmed his will to survive; perhaps what was sitting there now was not a person, but a humanoid embodiment of rationality.

Chapter 62 Parking Lot

The three passengers in the car sat upright, staring straight ahead into the thick fog.

Meanwhile, driver Jackie stared intently ahead at the road, silently calculating the interval between the last time he saw the road sign, not daring to relax for a moment.

Sure enough, through the gaps in the thick fog, a blue road sign gradually emerged, about three meters high, standing quietly by the roadside, like a proud master watching the uninvited guest who had trespassed into his territory.

The car slowly drove into the parking lot.

The parking lot was spacious and desolate. Many parking spaces were marked on the ground, but not a single car was parked there. The two rows of parking spaces were separated by thin, weak trees, some of which had withered, making it look bleak.

"Get out of the car and move around a bit. If you can't stand being cooped up in the car, go for a walk."

Driver Jackie drove the car to the deepest part of the parking lot. From the thick fog, a figure emerged as they approached, like a giant rising from the horizon, his tall body towering against the sky.

"This is the command center for the highway project. I used to play here when I was a child. There is a restroom on the first floor. Let's all go together."

Jackie's experience came in handy; after obtaining the consent of the people on the bus, several of them got off one after another.

The round-faced young man had been holding his pee for a long time, so he naturally raised his hand in agreement with the decision.

But when he decided to get out of the car, he hesitated and left his hand on the door handle for a long time without moving.

His companion asked him, "Why aren't you leaving?"

The round-faced youth scratched his head: "Is it the right thing for us to go out like this? Will there be any danger outside?"

The square-faced young man said nonchalantly, "We're already in danger. Do you think hiding in the car and relying on your own misguided protective measures will be effective?"

"Okay, you're right."

The round-faced youth made up his mind and finally resisted the thick fog outside. He boldly stepped out of the car and walked into the building with the driver, Jackie.

It's clear that this building was constructed with a considerable flow of people in mind. The spacious lobby on the first floor is completely open and used for storing supplies, and its grand scale is just like the style of the parking lot.

But now the entire first floor has been emptied, leaving only an empty space where the faint shadows of four people are reflected, lonely and desolate.

"I'll wait for you here. You two go in first, and then we'll switch."

The middle-aged man sitting in the front row stood at the bathroom door and stood still like a javelin, looking around.

"Okay... okay, thank you, sir!"

The round-faced young man instinctively thanked the middle-aged man. In this unfamiliar environment, if everyone rushed in at once, it would be troublesome if something unexpected happened outside.

Three minutes felt incredibly long to the round-faced young man; it felt like he'd been in that dark bathroom for over a century. Fortunately, the people around him gave him a sense of security.

During this time, he seemed to hear a buzzing sound, but it was indistinct and difficult to discern, as if it were being transmitted through the water.

"There's a car coming!"

He walked to the door, where the middle-aged man was looking at them with a serious expression, pointing to the empty space in the parking lot. "A white car just drove in and then immediately drove out. I suspect..."

Driver Jackie understood what he meant; the story on the radio might be about to happen again, with the ghost car moving in and out of the parking lot, lurking in the corners of their surroundings unnoticed.

Jackie took bottled water from the trunk and said to the passengers, "Let's get some hydration. We're facing another choice now: go out or wait here until dawn?"

Jackie pointed to the thick fog outside: "If we go out, we might run into that car head-on, or we might escape. If we stay put, we might see the fog clear and the sun rise, or we might be trapped in this godforsaken place forever."

The square-faced youth glanced at everyone's grim expressions and said, "The only difference is that one is proactive and the other is reactive. It's really hard to choose between actively courting death and passively waiting to die."

Everyone seemed not to hear him and remained silent.

After a long silence, no answer emerged, but a buzzing sound came from afar...

The round-faced youth saw only a blurry ray of light slowly emerging from the thick fog. Steadfastly moving towards their location at the end of the parking lot, the humming sound transformed into the vibration of an engine, clearly reaching their ears.

A white car, like a flying insect caught in a net, struggles to flap its thin wings, trying to break free from the white mist's grasp.

Because it was shrouded in thick fog, the car had no additional markings to distinguish it; only the blinding headlights illuminated the road ahead, revealing only a small portion of its overall shape.

The round-faced young man looked at the car and remembered the story on the radio.

The announcement said that someone got close enough to see the car was empty, which means this ghost car won't attack them? Maybe I can get a closer look?

Once such a bold idea was born, it grew like weeds in his heart, spreading uncontrollably.

"I want to go take a look!"

I don't know where he got the courage, but he actually spoke to the driver Jackie and the middle-aged man, and then rushed up. But to his surprise, the two of them didn't stop him, and the square-faced young man even followed him, walking forward together.

Feeling a sudden warmth in his heart, he walked to what he considered a relatively safe spot and looked out at the approaching white car.

Finally, the car abruptly changed direction at a distance from them and headed towards the parking lot exit.

In that split second, they all saw the details of the car!

The vehicle is very clean, indicating that it has not traversed any wild or muddy areas. The tire tracks are not obvious, suggesting that the tires are not excessively worn or slippery.

The only unusual thing about this car is that the windows are open, but you can't see inside. All you can see is a dark shadow, as if it's blocked by a lump of mud.

The round-faced youth opened his eyes wide and strained to see, finally discovering the problem in the shadows.

Those are not shadows, but emptiness!

There was nothing inside the car!

No seats, no steering wheel, no driver!

The empty space created a shadow!

That was truly a ghost car!

The ghost car floated past him effortlessly, turned towards the parking lot entrance, and sped away...

The two young men, their faces pale, rushed back to the car and shouted in unison, "Let's go! Staying here any longer will definitely cause trouble!"

Driver Jackie looked at the two young men with confusion, exchanged a glance with the middle-aged man, and decided to follow the eyewitness's suggestion.

"What exactly did you see?" Driver Jackie skillfully started the engine, turned on the lights and turned the turn signal, and slowly drove away from the parked location.

The round-faced youth, still shaken, finally answered after a long pause, "I saw that ghost car... There was no one in it! Nothing at all!"

The square-faced youth looked at him strangely, remaining silent for a long time before finally saying quietly, "I saw the license plate of that car. Although the headlights were very bright, I still saw it."

"The license plate is exactly the same as the car we're in..."

Chapter 63 Strange

There was a deathly silence in the car.

The passengers and the driver were merely strangers who had met by chance, far from having a deep and trusting relationship, and there was no reason for them to have any further conversation in such a strange situation.

Because everyone knows that this is useless.

When faced with situations beyond our rational understanding, the more we discuss and negotiate, the more our ignorance is revealed.

All they could see was the environment right in front of them; they couldn't even clearly see the scenery behind the thick fog.

Like a group of ants trapped in an ecosphere, they move along a pre-set route, struggling and feeling smug about every bit of progress they make, unaware that there is a malevolent ruler outside, coldly watching everything.

Driver Jackie drove onto the road, leaving the former site of the engineering command post behind.

The familiar environment of the past became so bizarre for the first time. Common sense was shattered, and things that were once clear in his mind were broken into malicious sharp edges that stabbed him all over.

The car wobbled and swayed as it drove back onto the road. After the final jolt from the speed bump, he felt the car stabilize significantly and once again stepped onto the solid surface of the highway.

The exhaustion of the night did not defeat him, but immense pressure, like a ghost, hovered and swirled above his head, baring its fangs and claws.

Whether it was fatigue from staring at it for a long time or the fog reaching its peak at that moment, he felt that the visibility outside the car had been compressed to the limit, and the fog lights could only futilely circle in the air in front of the car, unable to penetrate any further.

"Close the window now!" His shout snapped the passengers out of their daze. The round-faced young man hurriedly rolled up the window and asked the driver in alarm.

"Mr. Jackie! What happened?"

"The outside environment... something's not right!"

The middle-aged man in the passenger seat kept repeating the word, "No...no...what's wrong?"

"I can't explain it..."