Bai Su's voice dropped at a certain moment, making it difficult to hear clearly.

The man in the suit thought he was talking about Tuochuan or a cult, and didn't care.

As soon as he heard that Bai Su was willing to leave now, the man in the suit immediately took action: "My car is waiting outside, I will take you there...ah, I will also inform my teammates, we can meet at the auto repair shop!"

As soon as the man in the suit finished talking on the phone, he thought he was very considerate and gave Bai Su, who had just arrived home, some time to fix himself. He quickly ran downstairs and said that he would wait downstairs no matter how long it took.

The humans left, and the two non-humans left upstairs looked at each other.

Then, the female-looking person took the lead and spoke: "You are really eager without any pretense. Are you even too lazy to hide it?"

Qiao Jiang looked down from the window in the corridor and could see the back of the man in a suit hurriedly running out of the community.

She said sarcastically: "What a greedy human being...wish him good luck?"

The good luck is probably gone, and only bad luck will follow the man in the suit.

It's not necessarily bad luck. It depends on what Baisu plans. After all, it's Baisu who makes deals with humans.

The woman in the suit didn't answer, and the human responded by stepping on the accelerator.

To the naked eye, the white dust scattered in the air is much less dense than the fog, which is enough to cause some qualitative changes.

"A sneeze."

Naturally, the arrival of the supernatural caused a sensation. No matter whether you were at work or came to do something, they all looked at you dreamily for a while. It wasn't until you reached the place where you saw it that the person at the door returned to normal.

Then suddenly, the time of the story broke into night, and the protagonist was working the night shift today.

Qiao Jiang reached out and picked up the mobile phone placed under the front seat and took a look at it to see if the battery was too high or too low.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

As the story unfolds, the white shadow that appears under our car in reality gradually solidifies. It seems that if the story is pushed back a little further, it will completely lose its physical specialness.

No matter how you look at it, Qiao Jiang now seems to have invaded his own territory with her belongings, whether intentionally or unintentionally.

I glanced at the mirror subconsciously and found that the white-haired young man was listening with great interest, so I pressed my hand to turn off the radio station.

When the host finished, he did not explain clearly what story he was telling. He cut it from the perspective of an ordinary taxi driver and told some of the other party's experiences in the first person.

Surprisingly successful, Qiao Jiang quickly took back the layer of white wadding spread inside the car.

Realizing that no one was looking at it, it looked back in the direction it came from.

The floating feeling caused by speeding made people's hearts beat loudly, and the car jumped more than ten meters. With such sensory stimulation, the woman in the suit finally got rid of the sinister atmosphere deliberately created by Qu Cong.

I found that human beings hate raising their heads, but they also hold their heads too high.

"What an amazing reaction." A man with short hair came out of the door in the corridor and said with a sigh, "Supernatural, why did he come here at that time?"

"Huh? Yes, I used it. I just squinted." As he said that, Qu Cong yawned, but his eyes were full of sleep.

But now, no one outside the car is in the dark, and no matter how short the darkness is, it is impossible for humans to see it unexpectedly.

At the same time, what I heard in my ears was: "...'You' drove the car tiredly. You had enough sleep during the day, and you haven't dozed off yet. If there are no passengers to get off the car at that time, I will wake you up."

Broken... Thinking about that, 'you' raised your head, and from the reflection of the windshield, 'you' saw a white figure..."

"Also, I plan to come back later. Is it okay for him to find me?"

A bit of an eyesore.

Humans don't dare to turn their heads, so they can only quietly look at the right half of the front view mirror.

In contrast to the radio story, Bai Ying also raised his hand.

Qiao Jiang suppressed Bai Ying's claws, and covered Bai Ying's open mouth with his other hand. I turned my head, and sure enough I saw a tunnel behind that was so white that I could see seven fingers.

The thoughts in human minds were temporarily put to rest because I saw in the front view mirror... I saw a white figure appearing in the front row.

The woman in the suit was still squinting: "Yes, we have to exit the tunnel... there is light outside the tunnel!"

Human beings are shouting in their hearts, and I can only continue to grind the steering wheel to persuade me to sleep.

Bai Su stared at it for a long time, and the beautiful woman also withdrew her gaze. When she realized what the same kind of person had been looking at, she twitched the corner of her mouth.

There seems to be no such thing as bad human beings...the urban legend that the less people believe it, the weaker their abilities will be?

I changed the wording of the sentence several times, and the woman in the suit first used a questioning tone.

Did I mean to stop, but I still let the woman in the suit rush over.

The woman in a suit waiting under the car was looking up at her cell phone. I didn't notice it at all. I just felt the car sink and the white-haired young man sat in the front row.

Just... listen for a while longer? If the story develops strangely, I will turn it off as soon as possible——

What is that? Qu Congzhao retreats from reality?

Did you still feel it when we were downstairs just now? At that time, the seven of us were alone under the car. In addition, the sky had not yet completely darkened. The white and dark environment heightened the atmosphere, and the woman in the suit felt that she was not sitting still.
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Woman in suit: Yes, you only feel more nervous when you fall asleep!.

"You go." Lingying raised his hand, "You can walk now."

"The white shadow only appears for a while at a time. How did you care about it at first? Why did you encounter some strange phenomena when you drove late at night? As long as 'you' listened to it, saw it, or looked at it, it would be bad.

, just like 'you' meet a lot of people like this outside."

Have you already told me that you have to deal with strange people?

Hearing that, the woman in the suit vaguely felt that something was right.

Before, I turned right and walked straight without any purpose, and after going around and around, I came to the door of the branch where you got off work. It was not a place where Qu Cong usually went back to check in.

The woman in the suit even knows when the car door is opened and closed.

At least, at least, because Xia Chengyin is a woman of many categories and has never been looked at less than once.

Qiao Jiang is concerned about the stiffness of the woman in the suit. In my opinion, as long as human beings can still drive, they can do anything not to drive up from low speeds, even driving on the wrong road.

I also tried to turn off the radio, and my hands seemed to be stuck under the steering wheel.

When asked if the handsome man responded immediately, you looked around and asked, "Is Xia Chengyin here?"

What topic is more exciting at night? Horror and suspense stories.

The white-haired young man in the front seat sneezed and woke up from his drowsiness.

I rubbed the tip of my nose and sat up straight, vaguely feeling that no one was saying nice things about me again.

Qiao Jiang didn't mind. Very slowly, the voice of the night host on the car radio echoed in the vehicles driving on the low-speed highway late at night, dispersing the noise that contained only breathing and engine sounds.

No matter how hard the car door opens and closes, the sound is completely ignored, not to mention that I am not immersed in the virtual world on my mobile phone at all.

"It's me." Chen Zini said, "I... shall we find Qiao Jiang?"

After hearing this, Chen Zi frowned and felt that there were too many things.

Then Lingying walked back with heavy and slow steps. After walking two streets, you suddenly remembered something and turned to the left.

At the end of the new round of song requests, rhythmless music started to play. The woman in a suit looked tentatively at the front view mirror and said, "Mr. Bai, if he wants to sleep again, there won't be anyone left by the car repair shop."

What time is it?"

Qiao Jiang looked at the surveillance in the corridor thoughtfully. At first, he just took out a broom from home and pretended to sweep inside the door.

"On the last day, when the white shadow appeared under 'your' car, it had no body. Its white claws hit 'you' on the shoulder, and it said to 'you'——"

Although...if Bai Su really wants to take action, he can't do it anywhere.

After removing all the supernatural aura and finishing the cleaning work, Qiao Jiang went back to the house for a while, and then walked out the door empty-handed.

Woman in suit: "Uh... Yes, it does matter. If you want to listen to this... can't you turn on the music?"

"No..." the handsome man said in a long voice, as if he was thinking. The last memory came up, so he simply used the inside shape to refer to it, "No girl in a suit came to you this morning. Maybe... the difference is that you look like this.

Take me to find Qiao Jiang."

White darkness is the cover of Bai Su, and it is also mine.

During the whole process, Qiao Jiang did not make any eye contact with the white figure beside him. I warned the woman in the suit in the driver's seat not to look around.

Qu Cong held Bai Ying's hand and asked casually: "What's wrong?"

The beautiful male eyes rolled down, the small whites of his eyes fleeting, and then you hooked your fingers and lifted up all the shopping bags on the ground.

If the car's seven-wheel suspension and reverse movement can be considered as driving, I will do that.

No matter what the audience submits or what the host prepares himself, it can always bring a bit of coolness in the middle of the night.

"Well." The handsome man covered his mouth, "It's okay... you worked overtime this morning."

The voice of the host at night was dull and lively, which gradually made the heartbeat of the woman in the suit return a little more, and my speech became much smoother.

Chen Zi glanced at the head in the corridor that was eager to poke out, and took the initiative to lead Ling Yi forward two more steps.

I...when did I come down?

The world was so chaotic that no development was possible.
To be continued...