Chapter 251 Black Package

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

He had just sent Chen Ge to Huaihua Lane, and after listening to ghost stories all the way, he was so panicked now.

"The car is equipped with a driving recorder, a positioning system, and a guardrail, so there should be no accident." The driver's uncle has a lot of heart, and he deliberately said his voice loudly when sending a voice, so that the passengers in the back row can also Hear it clearly.

"It's been a bit chaotic these past few nights, you should pay more attention."

"OK."

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

The scenery on both sides receded rapidly, and there were fewer and fewer vehicles on the road.

The uncle of the driver quietly glanced at the passengers in the back row from the rearview mirror. He was not tall, wearing a black sweater with a light red shirt inside.

The man hurried into the car and said where he was going without saying a word.

What's even more strange is that he did not take off the sweater hat on his head after entering the car, because he could only see half of his face clearly because of the angle.

"Brother, we are more particular about running night trains, and generally we don't go there." The driver's uncle began to talk nonsense: "But since I let you get on the bus, I will definitely not charge you more. Money, but I can only send it to you near there, you need to walk one or two hundred meters inside, do you think?"

He was like this when he first drove Chen Ge. He was very timid. He started planning the route to leave before he got to the place. When the passengers got off the bus, he turned around and ran away.

"Don't, I'm just going to pick up something, my home is in the city." The man raised his head, but he couldn't hear any problem from his voice: "You leave, throw me at the entrance of the crematorium alone, How can I take a taxi when I come back after picking up my things? How can there be taxis running to the crematorium at night to solicit customers?”

The driver Lao Zhang thought for a while, pondering that what the passenger said also made sense.

"You send me, and then send it back, two rounds of car money, don't you earn more than if you pull an empty car and run back?"

When the passenger said this, Lao Zhang was a little tempted, why not earn more money if he could.

If it was before, he would definitely agree, mainly because after taking Chen Ge, he had a psychological shadow, and he was careful about everything: "It's okay, but I'll wait for you at the intersection,

Come back to me when you're done picking up your things. "

"Sure, as long as you don't mind wasting your time." The male passenger in the back row put his hands in his pockets and looked like he could talk nicely.

"Apart from wearing a hat all the time, there is nothing abnormal about this person. I feel much more reliable than the guy who went to the abandoned school for a date."

Lao Zhang muttered in his mouth, thinking in his heart that there are so many taxis running the night train in Jiujiang, so he can't let himself encounter any strange things, right?

The probability of encountering that mental illness twice in a row is low enough, and it should be time to do the math.

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

The car drove very fast, and it only took ten minutes to run out of the old city and head towards the crematorium in the suburbs.

There were fewer and fewer people on both sides, the lights of the shop signs were no longer visible, and only Lao Zhang's taxi was speeding on the road.

"It's almost there."

The uncle of the driver peeked at the passengers from the rearview mirror from time to time, and the other party stayed in the seat honestly, and seemed to have not moved the whole way.

"Please drive a little further forward, don't send it to the door, just get a little closer." The voice of the passenger in the back seat was very soft, and there was a feeling of inhaling when speaking.

Nearly 100 meters around, no light could be seen. Today, this place is extraordinarily quiet. The taxi is moving slowly on the concrete road, like a moving black coffin.

"Just stop here." The night wind 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!"

"I'll give it to you when I get back." The passenger in the back row said lightly, and his voice seemed to change in some way.

"You are..."

Lao Zhang really wanted to get out of the car and reason with the other party. He was afraid of the passengers escaping, but when he thought of leaving the car to go outside, he flinched again: "Damn, he went to the crematorium in the middle of the night to find something. Does he work here?"

The uncle driver glanced at the time, it was already eleven fifty-six, and it was twelve o'clock soon.

"I encounter this kind of customer every day, and I always run to some strange places, but I don't have to worry about traffic jams." He watched the passenger leave quickly, and felt that the person walked a little awkwardly, just like he was not used to walking.

Passengers entered the crematorium through a small door. Lao Zhang sat alone in the car. He raised all the windows of the car. The confined space made him feel more secure.

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

He pondered for a moment, his expression slowly changed, and he seemed to realize a very bad thing: "The passenger who went to Huaihua Lane seems to have gotten off without paying!"

Chen Ge was going to Huaihua Alley at that time, and he was still fifty or sixty meters away from the entrance of the alley. Old Zhang started urging him to get out of the car, and finally he was unwilling to drive forward without saying anything.

When Chen Ge got out of the car helplessly and wanted to pay the fare, Lao Zhang had already driven a dozen meters away.

Gently afraid of hitting himself in the face, Lao Zhang said with a look of distress: "I didn't earn a cent after taking over for an hour, and I even put in a few dollars in gas money. Forget it, it's just a matter of bankruptcy, as long as I can do it again in the future. If I don't meet him, I will pay him the car money."

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

Outside is the crematorium, pitch-dark and very quiet. At this time, there was a sound in the car, and it felt like something in the dark was staring at it.

Before a single song was over, he turned off the music again, clutched at the steering wheel, and looked around.

"Why haven't you come out yet?" It would be midnight in one minute, and the more the driver thought about it, the more wrong it became. He always felt that something was going to happen.

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

Coincidentally, when he lowered his head, his eyes just swept to the seat cushion that the passenger had made.

There was an inconspicuous bloodstain on the white mat.

"Has it been there before? I didn't seem to see it when I picked up the car."

Lao Zhang turned his head to look at the back seat, and suddenly remembered that the passenger was dressed very differently, wearing a sweater outside and a light red shirt inside.

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

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The windows were knocked on, and the passengers walked out of the crematorium at some point, holding a package covered with a black cloth.

Lao Zhang was frightened, and quickly retracted his gaze.

"The thing is found, let's go back the same way." The passenger's tone was completely different from before, and it seemed that something had changed.

The driver looked at the black package in the passenger's hand from the reflector, rubbed his hand on the clothes, and his palm was already soaked with sweat.