Urban Legend: 'Nanshan Cemetery Prequel'

### What the Whistle Summoned At 1:44 AM, Zhuxi Road, bordering the Nanshan Cemetery, was like an intestine buried alive by black fog. There were no streetlights, only the yellowish glow from Ah Hui's motorcycle headlight, like a nearsighted eye, barely tearing through the dense mist ahead, illuminating the flipped-over white weeds on the road, scattered funeral wreaths, and a few old bones that had rolled out from the cemetery wall. The cold wind wasn't wind; it was the chilling energy seeping from the cracks between gravestones, sliding down his spine after entering his collar. Ah Hui had just finished dinner with friends and insisted on taking this shortcut to save time. It was so quiet all around that he could hear his own heartbeat, so he started to whistle. The whistle was shrill and out of tune, bouncing back and forth along the edge of the dead-silent cemetery. He suddenly remembered what his friend had said that afternoon: 'There are two death rules when passing Nanshan Cemetery. First, don't whistle. Second, if someone calls your full name, absolutely do not answer or look back.' Ah Hui curled his lip, thinking it was old wives' tales. But before the whistle even finished, a stark white, intense light suddenly flashed in the rearview mirror. He whipped his head around and saw a black old taxi, covered in rust stains, somehow tailgating him less than ten centimeters away. The car window was half-open, and in the driver's seat, a shadowy figure in an old burial suit was vaguely visible. Their face was deathly pale from the headlight, but their mouth was stretched into a grin from ear to ear.