買二手車，本來只是為了方便出入。但有人說，有些車不只是被使用過，而是記得曾經走過的路。當夜深無人時，它們有時會自己回去。
A second-hand car is just a machine, or so people think. But some believe that certain vehicles remember where they’ve been, and at night, they don’t always follow the driver.
中文
我買那部車，其實沒有想太多，只是價格合適，外表也不算舊，試車的時候一切正常，方向盤沒有問題，剎車也很順，我很快就決定買下來，第一幾天開都沒有什麼特別，直到有一晚，我開車回家，時間已經很晚，街上沒有什麼車，我沿著熟悉的路線走，但不知道為什麼，我開始覺得方向有點偏離，我看了一眼導航，發現路線不是我設定的那一條，我以為自己走錯路，於是重新設定，但車還是慢慢轉向另一邊，我沒有太在意，以為只是自己分神，直到我停下來的時候，才發現我已經不在熟悉的區域，那裡是一條很舊的住宅街，燈光昏暗，很多單位的窗都關著，我把車停在路邊，看了看四周，覺得有點陌生，但也沒有太放在心上，之後幾天，我再開車，都沒有再發生這種情況，直到第二次，那晚更晚，路上幾乎沒有人，我開著車，沒有開導航，只是照平常習慣回家，但走到一半，我發現自己又在同一條街上，那條舊街，那些關著燈的窗，我認得，我沒有記得自己轉過彎，但車已經停在同一個位置，我開始覺得不對，我看著前面，有一間單位的門是關著的，但門前的燈是亮的，我沒有下車，只是坐在車裡，那種感覺很奇怪，不是恐懼，而是像這裡本來就應該有人回來，我沒有停太久，就開走了，之後我開始刻意留意，每一次夜晚開車，我都會看路線，但情況沒有改變，有時候，我明明走的是另一條路，最後還是會回到那一條街，那一個位置，那一扇門，我開始查這部車的資料，才知道上一個車主，曾經住在那一區，我沒有再深入查下去，只是之後每一次開車，我都會盡量避免夜晚出門，但有幾次，我還是不得不開車，那時候，我會很清楚地感覺到，方向盤不是完全在我手裡，有一種很輕的力量，在引導我轉向某一邊，我沒有再反抗，只是讓車慢慢開，直到它停下來，那條街依然一樣，那扇門依然關著，但有一晚，我停下來的時候，發現門是開著的
English Version
I didn’t think much when I bought the car, it was reasonably priced, in decent condition, and during the test drive everything felt normal, the steering was responsive, the brakes smooth, nothing stood out, so I made the purchase without hesitation, for the first few days, everything was fine, it drove like any other car, until one night, when I was heading home late, the roads were nearly empty, I followed my usual route, but at some point, I noticed I wasn’t going the way I intended, I glanced at the navigation and saw the route had shifted, I assumed I had taken a wrong turn, so I reset it, but the car gradually veered off again, I didn’t think too much of it at first, assuming I was just distracted, but when I finally stopped, I realized I wasn’t anywhere familiar, it was an older residential street, dimly lit, most windows dark, I parked by the side and looked around, it felt unfamiliar but not alarming, I drove off shortly after and didn’t think much of it, in the following days, nothing unusual happened, until the second time, it was even later, the streets were almost completely empty, I didn’t use navigation, just drove by instinct, but halfway through, I found myself back on the same street, the same buildings, the same silent windows, I knew I hadn’t taken that route, yet the car had stopped in almost the exact same spot, something about it felt wrong, I stayed in the car and looked ahead, there was a unit with its door closed but a light on above it, I didn’t step out, I just sat there, the feeling wasn’t fear, it was something else, like this place was expecting someone to return, I didn’t stay long and drove away, after that, I started paying attention every time I drove at night, watching the roads carefully, but it didn’t change anything, sometimes I would deliberately take different routes, yet I would still end up on that same street, that same spot, facing that same door, I eventually looked into the car’s history and found that the previous owner had once lived in that area, I didn’t dig any deeper, but from then on, I tried to avoid driving at night, though there were times I had no choice, and during those drives, I could feel it clearly, the steering wheel wasn’t entirely mine to control, there was a subtle pull, guiding me in a direction I didn’t choose, I stopped resisting, letting the car move as it wanted, until it came to a stop, the street unchanged, the door still there, but one night, when I arrived, the door was open
