Chapter 252 The person sitting behind your car is not a human being
It was exactly midnight when the passenger got on the bus. He was sitting in the back holding a black package, wearing a sweatshirt and hat, with his head lowered. The shirt inside seemed to be darker in color.
Lao Zhang forced himself not to look in the rearview mirror, but he couldn't control it and glanced over unconsciously.
"Why do I feel like I'm a completely different person after I get in the car?"
Lao Zhang muttered softly and opened the one-click alarm page on his mobile phone.
"Still going to Huaihua Lane?"
"kindness."
"Do you live there? There are some old people left in the ancient alleys of Hanjiang. People of your age are quite rare."
"My home is not there." The passenger's tone was strange, each sentence was short and somewhat gloomy.
"Your accent sounds like you're from Hanjiang, right? It's been a bit rough at night lately, so don't run around." Lao Zhang really didn't want to go to that ghost alley again. He was worried about meeting the last passenger again when he got there.
: "Where is your home? How about I take you home directly?"
"My home?" The passenger looked down at the black package on his lap and said nothing.
Seeing that the passenger didn't speak, Lao Zhang was too embarrassed to continue asking questions, so he turned the car around and prepared to drive into the city.
After the taxi started, the atmosphere inside the car became even more depressing.
Sitting in the same car with the passengers in the back seat, Lao Zhang felt out of breath and opened the closed window again.
The night wind blew into the car, and Lao Zhang felt a little more comfortable. He looked up at the tourists in the rearview mirror.
No matter how bumpy the vehicle is, the upper body of the passengers remains in the same position.
This man seemed to have gone out in a hurry to get something. The shirt inside was wrinkled and wrinkled because he had no time to change it. The top button was not fastened, and a circle of strangulation marks could be faintly seen.
"Has he been violently assaulted before getting in the car? That's not right! Why does it look like he was hanged?"
The driver was even more nervous, with half of his attention focused on the passengers. He was afraid that if he didn't pay attention, something would change behind him.
His pupils were beating and Lao Zhang's heart was beating fast. He was worried that he would be caught if he kept peeking, and he was also afraid that the passengers behind him would do something crazy.
The car was speeding up, and in the wilderness, the best way he could think of was to drive faster and wait until he got to a crowded place.
The windows were all open, and the whistling wind blew into the car. Lao Zhang kept paying attention behind him.
The passenger sitting in the back seat remained motionless, but a corner of the black cloth package he placed on his lap was blown open, and a small piece of cloth fell down, revealing the true face of the package.
Blood rushed into the brain, and Lao Zhang's heart beat even more violently.
Urn!
The thing that the man came to the crematorium to pick up at night turned out to be an urn!
My arms trembled involuntarily, my little finger retracted inward as if spasming, and a cold feeling slowly crawled up my spine.
The black cloth slipped away, but the passengers didn't seem to notice.
The taxi ran very fast, and the other side of the black cloth was blown off by the night wind.
Now Lao Zhang could see more clearly. There was a black urn wrapped in black cloth, and there was a photo in the center of the box.
The uncle driver slowed down slightly and focused his attention on the rearview mirror. His eyes were fixed on the photo on the urn in the rearview mirror.
I can't see clearly, but the chin and mouth shape seem to be somewhat similar to the passenger sitting in the car.
"He went to the crematorium in the middle of the night and took out his own urn?"
Lao Zhang didn't dare to think any more. His body was trembling. He controlled the steering wheel with one hand and groped around with the other hand, trying to secretly call the police.
But just when he touched the phone, he habitually glanced at the rearview mirror, and there was a pair of bloodshot eyes looking at him in the mirror!
The passenger who had his head lowered raised his head at some point. His face was exactly the same as the one in the photo of the urn, but with an abnormal gray-white color added to it.
Goosebumps appeared on his neck, and Lao Zhang felt cold all over. Fortunately, his many years of driving experience allowed him to control himself, and no accident occurred.
The taxi continued to drive forward and would enter the city in a few more minutes, but Lao Zhang's situation became worse and worse.
The passenger in the back seat kept staring at the rearview mirror. Every time he looked up, he could see a pair of eyes staring at him from behind.
The night wind had completely blown off the black cloth, and the passenger sat motionless in the back holding his urn.
"What on earth does he want to do!"
Not a single car could be seen along the way. Lao Zhang was so anxious that he slowly came to the illusion that he was running in the opposite direction. This was not the road to the city at all, but to a more desolate place.
go.
"what to do?!"
He quietly called the police and typed a distress signal in the communication group, but water from afar could not quench his thirst, and neither of these gave him the slightest sense of security.
Every time he raised his head, Lao Zhang felt that the eyes behind him were getting closer to him.
He held the steering wheel tightly. The temperature inside the car seemed to be dropping continuously. His back was numb. Even though he was leaning on the back of the seat, he couldn't feel any softness at all.
"Buzz, buzz..."
The mobile phone thrown next to him began to vibrate. Someone called, but Lao Zhang did not dare to answer it.
"Hello."
The passenger behind him suddenly made a sound. Lao Zhang was frightened and trembled. He waited for a second or two before speaking: "What, what's wrong?"
"Someone called you."
After the passenger said this, Lao Zhang looked to the side and saw that the one-click alarm page had disappeared, replaced by a missed call.
The call was hung up quickly after the call was made. It seemed that the person on the other end of the phone realized something was wrong.
"Don't worry about it, you can't answer the phone while driving." Lao Zhang said with a smile.
After saying that, he glanced at the phone screen next to him, and a text message happened to be sent over.
"Stop the car quickly! Run along the road! The person sitting behind your car is not a person!"
This text message stayed on the screen for a few seconds. Lao Zhang saw it, and the passengers sitting behind also saw it.
"These people can really talk nonsense."
The driver picked up the phone and put it next to the steering wheel. He was about to say a few more words. When he looked up in the rearview mirror, he suddenly found that the passenger's face was pressed against the guardrail behind him!
The dead gray face was blocked by the guardrail, and there was a smile on the passenger's face that Lao Zhang couldn't understand.
"No need to deny it, you actually thought about it." The hoodie slipped off, and the passenger's neck twisted a little, and there was another face behind his head.
"Technically speaking, he is a human being, but I am not."
The lips moved, and the following words were spoken by the face behind the passenger's head.
Lao Zhang had forgotten what kind of reaction he should make. His mind went blank, as if he had stepped on the brake and accelerator at the same time.
The taxi drove dozens of meters before stopping. He yelled, climbed out of the car, and ran forward.
The car door opened and the passenger came out. His back was turned to Lao Zhang, and an ugly smile appeared on the deformed face on the back of his head.
"You can't run away. This body has been targeted by a madman. I need to find a new partner now."
The passenger's back was turned to Lao Zhang, and his body seemed to be pulled by an invisible force, and he chased him backwards.