Taxi Horror

It was noon, and in broad daylight, the streets near Kasumigaseki 2-chome, Chiyoda District, were connected in all directions, with people coming and going, and traffic flowing continuously.

You can see the main building of the Metropolitan Police Department standing in the distance.

"The guest has arrived."

A taxi slowly stopped near a crepe stall. The rear door was opened, but no one got out. After a while, the door closed automatically.

"I wish you a safe journey."

After the taxi driver finished speaking, he stepped on the accelerator and drove away slowly.

But unfortunately, just as the wheels were about to touch the zebra crossing at the first intersection, the red light came on. The taxi driver could only curse inwardly at his bad luck, put his hands on the steering wheel in boredom, and silently counted the numbers on the traffic light.

Decreasing red numbers.

Suddenly, the taxi driver shuddered and looked around blankly.

"It's so strange, where is this? Why did I drive here?"

The taxi driver stuck his head out of the window and took a look. Having traveled around Tokyo all year round, he quickly confirmed the approximate location. It was Chiyoda Kasumigaseki, but why did he drive the car here inexplicably.

He looked at his watch, then patted his head, racking his brains to think about what happened after noon.

I clearly remember all the side dishes of the Jiro Ramen I had for lunch, but the memory of the thirty minutes after lunch until now is as if I am recalling decades of old events. It is a blur and cannot be remembered clearly.

I have to go to work in the afternoon but I don’t dare to drink. Why is it that my head feels like it’s broken into pieces?

Could it be Alzheimer's disease? But I am less than sixty years old!

The taxi driver turned on the driving recorder and browsed the vehicle's itinerary.

"Hoguoji Cemetery..."

The taxi driver looked at the starting point of the latest journey, and a cold air crawled up his spine, instantly making his scalp numb and causing cold sweat to break out on his head.

At this moment, he remembered!

Although the Hokokuji Temple in Bunkyo District is also a famous temple attraction, the cemetery in the western half is inaccessible, remote and desolate. It is still early for the Menglan Bon Festival, and there will be no tourists except family members who come to pay homage to their relatives.

, pilgrims ask for their own misfortune and go to visit the tombstones.

After I finished my lunch, when I passed by the Huguo Temple Cemetery, I saw someone waiting quietly on the roadside...

No, that's not a person at all, but something indescribable!

When he drove by, he just glanced at it casually, and then, as if he was possessed, he drove over as a matter of course and loaded that person or thing into the car.

"Huhuhu——!"

The taxi driver put his forehead on the steering wheel, with a look of horror and shock that could not be concealed on his face.

"What the hell is that?"

Although he still couldn't recall the appearance of the thing or whether it was a human being, the taxi driver remembered that although the thing didn't say a word after getting in the car, he still knew its destination logically and drove the car all the way.

Driven here.

Not only that, on the road, the taxi driver, like all drivers in capital cities, kept talking about all kinds of political secrets and gossip, but that thing kept silent from beginning to end, and he didn't feel anything was wrong.

, but he was very talkative and tried to talk to it.

It wasn't until it got out of the car that the taxi driver noticed something strange based on the data from the driving recorder.

But, but...

"Are the passengers we carried at the Gokokuji Cemetery really human? Or were they something crawling out of the grave?"

Although it was broad daylight, the streets outside the car window were very bustling and lively. Fashionably dressed urban girls were laughing and laughing with bubble milk tea in their hands, and neatly dressed senior office workers were hurrying around with laptops, but the taxi driver still felt like he was falling into an ice cave.

,shudder.

By this time, the green light had turned on, and the cars behind the taxis were already honking impatiently.

The sound of the whistle broke the taxi driver's state of immobility due to fear. His lips were white, his pupils were trembling, and his trembling hands opened the camera equipment placed in the taxi.

"I don't believe it, I don't believe it! Maybe I have Alzheimer's disease!"

The taxi driver opened the in-car surveillance video recorded today, jumped to the most recent period of time, and then played it back at double speed.

Then, then he saw it, and saw nothing.

In the surveillance video, after the taxi driver stopped at the Huguo Temple Cemetery, the door was opened and then closed automatically.

However, the camera did not capture anything getting into the car, and there was no one in the back row.

The taxi driver set off with an empty taxi.

The camera didn't capture anything. It only captured the taxi driver talking loudly and laughing naturally, talking to himself like a nervous wreck, and occasionally chatting to the empty back seat.

It was almost like having a hysterical attack and talking to something invisible.

It unfolded like a horror movie, and the scary atmosphere was like a horror movie, completely frightening the taxi driver.

It’s really a ghost!!

At this time, there was already a long queue of cars behind the taxi, and the piercing sirens kept blaring, but a minute passed, and the taxi still stopped motionless. The strong man who was already feeling road rage rolled up his sleeves and got out of the car.

, and slapped the taxi window very rudely:

"Are you deaf? Are you blind? Can't you see the green light? You are deaf and blind and you still drive a taxi!"

The door of the cab suddenly opened from the inside, knocking the man staggering and falling to the ground on his butt. Then he saw the taxi driver rushing out from inside, screaming like a ghost crying like a wolf:

“Ahhhhh——!”

The taxi driver, wearing only one leather shoe and a sock on the other foot, rolled and crawled off the road onto the sidewalk, yelling and screaming as he ran.

"It turns out to be a mental illness!"

The strong man who was pushed to the ground originally wanted to come forward and argue, but when he saw the taxi driver looking like he was having a mental illness, he was frightened. He could only spit on the ground angrily and return to the car.

"Japan is really going to end. An 80-year-old old man can drive a taxi, but now even a lunatic can drive a taxi!"

After the taxi driver barked wildly for a few times, his voice suddenly seemed to be strangled, and he stopped, his eyes empty.

Eh? What happened?

Nothing happened.

The taxi driver walked back to the taxi with a stiff expression and drove away.

Because it was not far away, the commotion that broke out at the intersection attracted some people's attention. The waiter at the crepe stall stuck his head out and looked around curiously.

But he didn't realize that there was an extra coin on the counter, and the crepe he had made was missing.

In the back alley of the commercial street where the camera could not capture it and no one was paying attention, the light in the void suddenly became distorted, and a transparent figure appeared in place from virtual reality.

A handsome young man wearing a black suit with red clouds and two tear troughs on his face held a sweet and delicious strawberry crepe in his hand.

With a flick of his finger, he wiped a smear of cream from the corner of his mouth into his mouth.

'Uchiha Itachi' looked at the Metropolitan Police Headquarters building not far away with a calm expression, and the three magatama in his eyes were slowly turning.
Chapter completed!