When the passenger got into the car, it was midnight. He hugged the black bag and sat at the back. He was wearing a hoodie, and his head was lowered. The color of the shirt inside seemed to have darkened.
Lao Zhang forced himself not to look at the rear-view mirror, but he could not stop himself. His eyes wandered to the back.
"How come it feels like I've changed into a different person after getting into the car?"
Lao Zhang grumbled as he clicked open the alarm on his phone.
"Still going to Huai Hua Alley?"
"Yes."
"Does your family live there? Jiujiang's old alleys are mostly left with the elderly, and it's rare to see someone your age. "
"My home is not there." The passenger's tone was strange. Every sentence was short and dark.
"Judging from your accent, you're a local from Jiujiang. The nights have been quite dangerous recently, so don't wander around. " Lao Zhang really did not want to go back to that haunted alley. He was afraid of running into the previous passenger. "Where is your home? How about I drive you home? "
"My home?" The passenger lowered his head to look at the black bag on his knees and did not say anything.
Seeing that the passenger did not say anything, Lao Zhang did not press for more information. He turned the car around and headed into the city.
After the taxi started, the atmosphere inside the car became even more oppressive.
Sitting in the same car as the passenger at the back, Lao Zhang felt like he could not breathe. He opened the window again.
The night breeze blew into the car, and Lao Zhang finally felt better. He raised his head to look at the passenger in the rear-view mirror.
No matter how the car shook, the passenger's upper body maintained the same posture.
The man seemed to have left in a hurry to grab something, and the shirt inside was wrinkled. The top button was not done properly, and one could see a circle of strangulation marks.
"He was assaulted before he got on the car? Wait a minute! How come they look like they were left by hanging? "
The driver was even more nervous, and half of his attention was on the passenger. He was afraid that something might happen behind him if he was not paying attention.
His pupils twitched, and Lao Zhang's heart raced. He was afraid that he would be discovered, and he was afraid that the passenger behind him would do something crazy.
He sped up the car. In the wilderness, the best thing he could think of was to drive faster. Once he reached a crowded place, he would be fine.
The windows were all open, and the wind blew into the car. Lao Zhang kept an eye on his back.
The passenger in the back remained motionless, but a corner of the black cloth package on his knees was blown open, and a small piece of cloth slid down, revealing the true nature of the package.
As the blood rushed into his brain, Lao Zhang's heart beat even more violently.
Cinerary casket!
That man had come to the crematorium at night to retrieve a cinerary casket!
His arm trembled uncontrollably, and his little finger shrank inward as if it was having a spasm. A cold feeling slowly crept up his spine.
The black cloth slid down, but the passengers didn't seem to notice.
The taxi drove very fast, and the other side of the black cloth was blown off by the night wind.
This time, Lao Zhang saw it more clearly. There was a black urn wrapped in the black cloth, and there was a picture in the middle of the urn.
The middle-aged driver slowed down slightly and focused his attention on the rearview mirror. His eyes were fixed on the picture of the urn in the rearview mirror.
He couldn't see it clearly, but the chin and the shape of the lips were similar to the passenger in the car.
He went to the crematorium in the middle of the night to retrieve his own cinerary casket?
Lao Zhang didn't dare continue that train of thought. His body was shaking. He controlled the steering wheel with one hand, and his other hand groped around the side, trying to call the police.
However, when his hand touched the phone, he glanced at the rearview mirror out of habit, and there was a pair of bloodshot eyes staring back at him!
The passenger, who had his head lowered, had raised it. His face was similar to the face in the picture on the urn, but there was an unusual shade of white.
Goosebumps appeared on Lao Zhang's neck, and his whole body felt cold. Thankfully, his years of driving experience allowed him to control himself, and there was no accident.
The taxi continued to move forward. In a few more minutes, they would enter the city, but Lao Zhang's situation only worsened.
The passenger kept his eyes on the rearview mirror. Every time he lifted his head, he could see a pair of eyes staring back at him.
The night wind had blown away the black cloth completely. The passenger hugged his urn and sat motionlessly in the back.
What is he trying to do?
There was not a single car in sight along the way. Lao Zhang's heart was burning with anxiety. Slowly, he started to have the illusion that he was driving in the wrong direction. This was not the road that led to the city but to a place that was even more desolate.
What should I do?
He silently called the police and sent out a call for help in the chat group, but the water from afar was not enough to bring him any sense of security.
Every time he lifted his head, Lao Zhang could feel the pair of eyes coming closer to him.
He gripped the steering wheel tightly, and the temperature inside the car seemed to be dropping. His back was numb, and even though he was leaning against the seat, he could not feel any softness.
Buzz, buzz …
The phone that was tossed to the side started to vibrate. Someone was calling, but Lao Zhang did not dare answer it.
"Hello."
The passenger behind him suddenly made a sound. Lao Zhang was startled. After a few seconds, he asked, "What … what's wrong?"
"Someone is calling you."
Hearing that from the passenger, Lao Zhang turned to look to the side. The call to the police page had disappeared, and in its place was a missed call.
The call was quickly hung up. It seemed like the person on the other end of the line had realized that something was wrong.
"Ignore it. You can't answer calls when you're driving." Lao Zhang laughed drily.
After saying that, he glanced at the phone screen next to him. A text message had just been sent.
"Stop the car! Run along the road! The person sitting behind you is not a human! "
The message stayed on the screen for a few seconds. Lao Zhang saw it, and so did the passenger behind him.
"These people sure know how to bullsh * t."
The driver picked up the phone and placed it next to the steering wheel. He was about to say something when he lifted his head to look at the rearview mirror. He realized with a start that the passenger's face was stuck to the guardrail behind him!
The ashen face was blocked by the guardrail, and there was a smile on the passenger's face that Lao Zhang could not understand.
"There's no need to deny it. Actually, you've already thought about it." The hood of the hoodie slid off, and the passenger's neck slowly twisted. There was another face growing on the back of his head.
"Technically speaking, he is a human, but I am not."
The lips moved, and the last sentence came from the face on the back of the passenger's head.
Lao Zhang had forgotten how to react. His mind was blank like he had stepped on the gas pedal and the brake pedal at the same time.
The taxi stopped about ten meters away. He climbed out of the car, screaming, and ran forward.
The door opened, and the passenger walked out. He faced away from Lao Zhang, and the twisted face on the back of his head pulled on an ugly smile.
"You won't be able to escape. This body has been targeted by a madman, and I need a new partner."
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