My House of Horrors

When the driver waited for the red light, he took out his phone and made a voice in their group chat.

He had just sent Chan Song to Acacia Lane and listened to another ghost story all the way, and now he was panicking.

“The car is equipped with a driving recorder, a positioning system, and a protective fence, which should be safe from accidents.” The driver had a lot in mind and deliberately spoke loudly when sending the voice, so that the passengers in the rear row could hear clearly.

“It's been a bit of a mess these past few nights, so pay attention. ”

“Okay.”

When the green light came on, the driver put his phone aside and started a taxi.

The landscapes on both sides reverse rapidly and there are fewer and fewer vehicles on the road.

The driver quietly looked in the rear mirror at the passengers in the rear row, not too tall, wearing a black sweatshirt with a light red shirt inside.

The man rushed into the car, said where he was going and never spoke again.

More strangely, he also did not remove the sweatshirt hat worn over his head after entering the car, as the angle only made it clear that he had half a face.

“Dude, we're pretty good at running night cars, and we don't usually go to that place.” Uncle Driver's heart is dead, and he starts pulling: “But now that you're in the car, I'm sure I won't charge you any more, but I can only deliver you to the neighborhood. I need you to walk a hundred or two meters inside yourself, okay? ”

That's what happened when he first drove Chen Song. He was very timid and started planning his way out without going anywhere. When the passengers got to the car, he turned around and ran.

“Come on, I'm just picking up something. It's downtown.” The man raised his head and couldn't hear a thing from his voice: “You left, left me alone at the crematorium door. How do I get a cab when I get my things back? Why would a taxi run to the crematorium in the middle of the night? ”

Driver Zhang thought about it and thought about what passengers said.

“You send me in, you send me back, you send me back, you get two cars, you don't make more money than you pull an empty car back? ”

According to the passengers, Zhang was a little enthusiastic and could make an extra fortune. Why didn't he make it?

If it was before, he would definitely say yes, mainly after driving Chan Song, he had a psychological shadow, and everything was careful: “Fine, but I will wait for you at the intersection, and you will come back to me after you have taken your things. ”

“Yes, as long as you don't mind the delay.” The male passengers in the rear row had their hands in their pockets and looked very talkative.

“Apart from wearing a hat all the time, there's nothing out of the ordinary about this guy, and he feels much more reliable than the guy who went to abandon school dating. ”

Old mouth mumbled, heart said the whole Jiujiang night car taxi so many, you can't let anything strange happen to you?

The probability of seeing that psychopath twice in a row is low enough, and it's time to count.

He thought of all kinds of reasons to comfort himself, but still perspired with his hand in the steering wheel.

It took only 10 minutes to get out of the Old Town and head towards the suburban crematorium.

There are fewer and fewer people on either side, and the shop's signature lights are no longer visible, leaving only old taxis flying on the road.

“Almost there. ”

The driver looked at the passengers from time to time from the rearview mirror, and the other party stayed in their seats honestly, and the whole way seemed motionless.

“Please open it a little further, without sending it to the door, just a little closer.” The passengers in the rear row sound very light and have the feeling of inhaling while speaking.

Nearly 100 meters around you can't see any bright light, today the place is extra quiet, taxis are moving slowly on cement pavements, like moving black coffins.

“Just park here.” The night breeze blew in through the windows and the old hand grabbed the steering wheel, a little uneasy.

“Okay, give me two minutes. ”

“Car money! ”

“When I get back, I'll give it to you.” The passenger in the rear row spoke faintly and his voice seemed to have changed somewhat.

“You...”

Zhang really wanted to get out of the car with each other's theory. He was afraid that the passengers would run away, but when he thought about leaving the car to go outside, he retreated again: “Damn, he ran to the crematorium in the middle of the night to find something. Does he work here? ”

The driver looked at the time, it was 11: 56 and it was almost 12: 00.

“You don't have to worry about jamming when you meet a Guest like this every day, who always runs to strange places.” He looked at the passenger and walked away. He thought it was a little weird, just like he wasn't used to walking.

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

“Too slow.” Just over a decade ago, Chang couldn't sit down: “Am I going to meet a liar? Doesn't this guy want to pay for the car? ”

He pondered for a moment and his expression changed slowly, seemingly realizing a very bad thing: “The passenger who went to Acacia Lane also seemed to get off without paying! ”

Chen Gong was going to Acacia Lane. Fifty or sixty meters from the mouth of the lane, Zhang began to urge him to get out of the car and finally said that he was unwilling to drive any further.

When Chen Guo was helpless to get out of the car and wanted to pay the fare, Zhang had already driven a dozen meters away.

Slightly scared to punch himself in the face, the old face was bored: “I took over for an hour, I didn't earn a penny, and I put in a few pieces of oil money. Forget it, let's just think of it as a wrecking disaster. As long as I can never see him again, I can give him the money for the car. ”

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

Outside is the crematorium, dark paint, very quiet. At this point, the car makes a noise and feels like something in the dark will be watching it.

He turned off the music, grabbed the steering wheel, and looked around.

“Why aren't you out yet?” It's midnight in another minute, and the more the driver thinks about it, the worse it feels.

He picked up the shredded paper he had thrown on the floor and bowed his head for a week to put it in his pocket.

Coincidentally, as he lowered his head, his eyes swept into the cushions that passengers had made.

There's a not-so-obvious blood stain on the white mat.

“Was it before? I didn't seem to see it when I picked up. ”

Zhang turned his head and looked in the back seat, suddenly remembering that the passenger was dressed differently, with a sweatshirt on the outside and a light red shirt inside.

“The red color of the shirt is not very uniform, wouldn't it be...”

“Boom! Boom! Bang!”

The windows were knocked and the passengers walked out of the crematorium unknowingly, carrying a package covered in black cloth.

Zhang was frightened and quickly retracted his gaze.

“Something was found, we went back the same way.” The tone of the passengers is completely different from that of the previous ones, and it seems to have changed somewhere.

The driver looked in the mirror at the black wrap in the passenger's hand and rubbed his hand against his clothes. His palm had already been soaked with sweat.