When the driver was waiting for the red light, he took out his cell phone and sent a voice in their group chat.

He had just sent Chen Ge to Huaihua Lane and listened to ghost stories all the way, but now he was so nervous.

"The car is equipped with a driving recorder, a positioning system, and a guardrail. There should be no accident." The driver was very sensible and deliberately said the voice loudly when sending voice so that the passengers in the back row could hear it clearly.

"There have been a bit messy these days, so be careful."

"OK."

The green light lit up, and the driver put his phone aside and started the taxi.

The scenery on both sides quickly retreated, and there were fewer and fewer vehicles on the road.

The driver quietly looked at the passengers in the back row from the rearview mirror. He was not tall and was wearing a black sweatshirt on his upper body, with a light red shirt inside.

The man hurriedly ran into the car and never opened his mouth after saying the place he was going to.

What's even more strange is that after entering the car, he did not take off the hoodie hat on his head, and he could only see half of his face clearly due to angles.

"Brother, we are more particular about running night buses, and we usually don't go there." The driver was unsure and started to talk nonsense: "But since you were asked to get on the bus, I will definitely not charge you more money, but I can only send it to you nearby. You need to walk one or two hundred meters in yourself. Do you think you can?"

This was the case when he first took Chen Ge. He was very timid and started planning the route to leave before he got to the place. When the passenger got off the bus, he turned around and ran away.

"No, I just go and get something. My home is in the city." The man raised his head, but he couldn't hear any problem from his voice: "You left, throw me alone at the entrance of the crematorium. How can I take a taxi when I get my things back? How can I go to the crematorium to solicit customers in the middle of the night?"

The driver Lao Zhang thought about it and thought that what the passenger said made sense.

"You send me there and then send me back. Isn't it better to make money from two car money back and forth than if you run back to empty car?"

After being told by the passengers, Lao Zhang was a little moved. Why didn’t he make more money?

If it were the case, he would definitely agree at once. The main reason was that after he had passed Chen Ge, he had a psychological shadow and was careful in everything he did: "It's okay, but I'll wait for you at the intersection. After you get the things, come back to find me."

"As long as you don't care about wasting time, it's fine." The male passenger in the back row put his hands in his pockets, looking very easy to talk.

"This person has nothing abnormal except wearing a hat all the time. He feels much more reliable than the guy who went to the abandoned campus to date."

Lao Zhang muttered, thinking that there are so many night taxis in Jiujiang, so you can't just let yourself encounter any strange things, right?

The probability of meeting that mental illness twice in a row is low enough, and it should be time to calculate it.

He thought of various reasons in his mind to comfort himself, but his hand holding the steering wheel still sweated.

The car drove very quickly and ran out of the old city in just ten minutes and headed towards the crematorium located in the suburbs.

There are fewer and fewer people on both sides, and the lights on the shop signs are no longer visible. Only Lao Zhang's taxi is racing on the road.

"It's coming soon."

The driver peeked at the passengers from the rearview mirror from time to time, and the other party stayed in his seat honestly, and seemed to move all the way.

"Please drive forward a little further, don't send it to the door, just get closer." The passengers in the back row were very soft, and they felt like they were breathing in while talking.

There is no light in the surrounding area for nearly a hundred meters. Today, the place is particularly quiet. The taxi slowly moves on the cement road, like a moving black coffin.

"Just stop here." Ye Feng blew in along the car window, and Lao Zhang grabbed the steering wheel with both hands, feeling a little uneasy.

"Okay, give me two minutes."

"Car money!"

"Wait until I come back and give it to you." The passenger in the back row said lightly, and his voice seemed to have changed.

"You guy..."

Lao Zhang really wanted to get out of the car and argue with the other party. He was afraid that the passengers would escape, but when he thought of leaving the car and going outside, he retreated again: "What a hell, I went to the crematorium to find something in the middle of the night. Is he working here?"

The driver looked at the time. It was already eleven:56, and it was about to twelve o'clock.

"When you meet such a customer every day, you always run to strange places, so you don't have to worry about traffic jams." He watched the passenger leave quickly, and felt that the man was a little uncomfortable walking, just like he was not used to walking.

The passenger entered the crematorium through the small door, and Lao Zhang sat alone in the car. He lifted all the windows up, and the confined space made him feel safe.

"It's too slow." Just over ten seconds passed, Lao Zhang couldn't sit still: "Can I meet a liar? Does this guy want to pay for the car?"

He pondered for a moment, his expression slowly changed, and seemed to realize something very bad: "The passenger who went to Huaihua Lane seemed to get off the bus without paying!"

Chen Ge was going to Huaihua Lane at that time, and was fifty or sixty meters away from the entrance of the alley. Lao Zhang began to urge him to get out of the car, and finally said that he was unwilling to drive forward no matter what.

When Chen Ge had no choice but to get off the car and wanted to pay the fare, Lao Zhang had already driven the car for more than ten meters away.

He was afraid of slapping his face, so Lao Zhang looked depressed: "I took over for an hour and didn't make a penny, so I even paid a few dollars for gas. Forget it, just treat it as a loss of money to eliminate disasters. As long as I never meet him again in the future, I can pay him the car money."

Lao Zhang was upset and turned on the music in the car, but the more he listened, the more he felt nervous.

There was a crematorium outside, which was pitch black and very quiet. At this time, a sound was made in the car, and it felt like something in the darkness would be stared at.

Before he finished playing a song, he turned off the music again, grabbed the steering wheel and looked around.

"Why haven't you come out yet?" Another minute was midnight and the driver thought about it more and more wrong, and he always felt something was going to happen.

He picked up the broken talisman paper thrown on the ground again, lowered his head and bowed, and stuffed it into his pocket.

It was a coincidence that when he lowered his head, his eyes swept the seat cushion that the passenger had made.

There was a piece of blood on the white mat that was not too obvious.

"Did you have it before? I didn't seem to see it when I picked up the car."

Lao Zhang turned his head and looked at the back seat, suddenly remembering that the passenger was dressed very differently, wearing a sweatshirt outside and a light red shirt inside.

"The red color of that shirt is not too uniform, would it be..."

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The car window was knocked, and the passenger walked out of the crematorium at some point, holding a package covered with black cloth in his hand.

Lao Zhang was frightened and quickly withdrew his gaze.

"The thing was found, we returned the same way." The passenger's tone was completely different from before, and it seemed that there had been some changes.
Chapter completed!