Paper horse incense shop

The wind howled.

There were black spots in the sky, and overcast clouds were sweeping in. It was hard to tell whether it was the color of the sky or the color of the clouds.

The raindrops all over the sky were like thousands of silver needles piercing the earth, slamming hard on the car window, making a heart-shaking "bang bang" sound.

The tingling electric sound on the radio seemed to have intensified a bit, and the sound was also somewhat torn and deformed:
"I won't lie."

"He planned to give this couple a ride because of their children. The man and woman holding the urn."

"But the driver is not ready to let it go either."

The broadcast finally stopped.

Only this time, no one wanted him to stop except the driver who was sweating.

I finally understood what the word game was playing in this broadcast——

From the beginning, 'a young man and woman' and 'a young man and woman holding a child/urn', these two words were separated in the radio host's mouth.

The rain was rising and falling tonight, and there was not just one rain.

It had already rained before we came outside.

Before Gong Shuji and I got in the car, he was the first to notice the first drop of rain.

This is also the reason why I just looked at Gong Shuji with a frown.

The story about the murder of a young man and woman was just told on this radio. It was not about us, but the man and woman who were most likely lying in the trunk now.

Having been a ghost hunter for a long time, I subconsciously thought that the ghosts on the radio were coming for us.

But, actually it is not at all.

He knew everything that happened to the driver tonight, probably because he had been in this car or the driver.

At the beginning of the broadcast, the existence of us and the original couple was confused. In a spring and autumn style, the story started from the middle of the story, which is when we got on the bus, and then recalled the family background of the driver at the beginning. Foreshadowing and telling the story of the man and woman.
Finally, suddenly pull back to this moment.

With such a good speaking skills, he is indeed a ghost suitable to be a host.

Moreover, his role seems to be more similar to the 'Zhangjiao ghost' I met before, because he tells so many stories.
In essence, they are all reminders.

The center of the reminder revolves around one sentence, that is——

'Drivers kill people. '

"Crunch——————"

In the eerie silence inside the car, I pulled the handbrake hard while the driver was getting more and more sweaty.

The driver, who was holding on to the steering wheel subconsciously, stepped on the accelerator.
The handbrake and the vehicle trying to move conflicted with each other, and after violent tremors, it suddenly stalled.

I firmly held the handbrake and looked at the driver whose eyes were filled with tears:

"Master driver, there are always accidents in the world. Sometimes, you can't believe all lies, right?"

The driver was obviously taken aback, and his back seemed to be relaxing at that moment:
"Yes, yes, this broadcast is really crazy, full of nonsense!"

"Although it is quite true and quite scary, it is just a ghost story and cannot be believed at all!"

"You release my handbrake, I'll drive out of this hellish place right now."

In the broadcast that had died down, the buzzing sound of electricity began to sound quietly again.

I didn't release the handbrake or move. I just slowly moved my gaze downwards, looked at the third missing button on the other person's shirt, and said:

"So, just tell me where the third button on your shirt goes."

"Or we can get out of the car and take a look at the trunk, and all misunderstandings will be resolved. What do you think?"

The noise on the radio suddenly disappeared without a trace.

The driver's originally relaxed back tensed up again, his lips pursed, and he didn't make any sound.

You see, sometimes things really are that simple. A dark rainy night, a driver who drives late at night, and a reason to make money.

It was enough to ruin two lives that should have been happy.

Now that I think about it, do taxis always have so many towels in them?

Would a taxi driver prepare so many mobile phones?

Why did the driver subconsciously tense up when he heard about the young man and woman?

Aren't these all trivial details?

It's just that Gong Shuji and I were special. Firstly, we couldn't smell many things because we had colds. Secondly, we didn't wipe our faces.

No, it should be said that Gong Shuji didn't have the nerve to wipe my face for me.

Therefore, he escaped this round of disaster.

Otherwise, there’s really no telling where we would be now.

"Can we discuss this?"

The smile on the driver's face was uglier than crying:

"I still have a wife and child at home, and my child has leukemia. This is when I need money."

"I usually only get a little money for my work, but this time they resisted violently and wanted to call the police to arrest me. I didn't want him to scream, so I accidentally strangled him to death."

"Give me a chance, and you will pretend that this did not happen. I will dispose of the body, cleanly, and you will pretend that you don't know."

"What about girls?"

I asked suddenly, and the explanation that the driver had finally come up with suddenly choked in his throat.

I show no mercy:
"You said you accidentally strangled the boy to death, which is barely considered manslaughter. What about the other girl?"

no answer.

There is definitely no answer.

"Get out of the car and sit in the back seat with me."

I took out the sword from my bag with one hand and pointed it at the driver. With the other hand, I gave up the handbrake and pulled out the keys of the old-fashioned taxi and threw them to Gong Shuji:

"Gong Shuji, can you drive?"

"Let's find a police station nearby."

Gong Shuji, who had been listening quietly without saying a word, finally came in handy. He whispered:

"It can be opened, but it's only average. I'll try my best."

"Be careful when you get out of the car. The wind and rain are too strong, the car is still out, and there are no lights."

"Squeak————————"

Gong Shuji couldn't finish the reminder at all.

At that moment, the huge sound of braking resounded throughout the world, covering the voices and footsteps on the roof of the car.
There was even the sound of heavy rain pouring outside.

Under the influence of the huge external force, I could only feel countless sounds tearing in my ears, rumbling collisions, glass breaking, and the sound of people yelling and screaming.

The airbag suddenly exploded in front of the car, along with irregular glass shards, scratched my face and stung my hands. When I was forced to give up the sword in my hand, I realized one thing -

Why is an extra escape lane added here?

Naturally, there are many accidents here.

The world has turned upside down.

What I have been worrying about has happened. (End of chapter)