Cheng Su gripped the handlebars of her bicycle, staring at the scene in front of her, her hands almost deforming the grips, her eyes wide open.
"This is..." she started to ask, her voice coming out hoarse, addressing the man beside her.
In the bustling crowd, there was a shop with police tape strung across it, and two pieces of white paper with black characters spelling "sealed" plastered on the door.
That was one thing, but amidst the flowing crowd, a teenage boy and girl were kneeling at the entrance, burning paper. Yes, they were burning joss paper, oblivious to the glances of passersby, the girl wiping away her tears.
Without a doubt, some terrible accident must have happened in the shop; otherwise, why would they be burning these ominous offerings right at the entrance?
