Chapter 252 The Person Behind Your Car Is Not a Person

When the passenger got on the bus, it was exactly twelve o'clock in the middle of the night. He was sitting in the back with a black package in his arms, wearing a sweater and hat, his head lowered, and the shirt inside seemed to have darkened a bit.

Lao Zhang forced himself not to look in the rearview mirror, but he couldn't control it, and his eyes glanced over unconsciously.

"Why does it feel like a different person after getting in the car again?"

Lao Zhang whispered, and opened the one-button alarm page on his mobile phone.

"Still going to Huaihua Lane?"

"kindness."

"Does your family live there? There are some old people left in the ancient alleys of Jiujiang. It's rare to see people your age."

"My house is not there." The passenger's tone was strange, each sentence was short and a little gloomy.

"I hear your accent is a local from Jiujiang? It's not peaceful lately at night, don't run around." Lao Zhang really didn't want to go to that ghost alley again. He was very worried that he would meet the previous passenger when he got there: "Where is your home? How about I take you home directly?"

"My house?" The passenger looked down at the black package on his knees, but did not speak.

Seeing that the passenger didn't speak, Lao Zhang was too embarrassed to continue asking questions, turned the car around, and prepared to drive into the city.

After the taxi started, the atmosphere in the car became even more depressing.

Sitting in the same car with the passengers in the back row, Lao Zhang felt breathless 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 passenger's upper body remains in the same position.

This person seems to be in a hurry to go out to get something, the shirt inside is too late to change, it is wrinkled, the top button is not fastened, and a circle of scars can be vaguely seen.

"He suffered violence before he got in the car? No! How does it look like he was hanged?"

The driver was even more nervous, and half of his attention was on the passengers. He was afraid that if he didn't pay attention, something would happen behind him.

His pupils were beating, and Lao Zhang's heart was beating very fast. He was worried that he would be discovered if he kept peeking.

And afraid of what crazy things the passengers behind him will do.

Speeding up, in the wilderness, the best way he can think of is to drive faster, and it will be fine when there are many people.

The windows were all open, and the whistling wind blew into the car, and Lao Zhang kept an eye on him.

The passenger sitting in the back remained motionless, except that the black cloth wrap he put on his lap was blown away, and a small piece of cloth fell down, revealing the true face of the wrap.

The blood poured into the brain, and Lao Zhang's heart beat even more violently.

The urn!

The thing that person came to the crematorium to fetch at night turned out to be an urn!

The arm trembled uncontrollably, the little finger shrank inward like a spasm, and a cold feeling slowly crawled up along the spine.

The black cloth slipped and the passengers didn't seem to notice.

The taxi ran fast, and the other side of the black cloth was also blown off by the night wind.

This time Lao Zhang saw it more clearly. The black cloth was wrapped in a black urn, and there was a photo in the center of the box.

The driver's uncle slowed down a little, and focused his attention on the rearview mirror. He stared at the photo on the urn in the rearview mirror.

I can't see it clearly, but the shape of the chin and mouth seems to be somewhat similar to this passenger sitting in the car.

"He went to the crematorium in the middle of the night and took out his urn?"

Lao Zhang didn't dare to think about it anymore, his body was shaking, he controlled the steering wheel with one hand, and fumbled with the other hand, trying to secretly call the police.

But 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 been bowing his head raised his head at some point, and his face was exactly the same as the one in the photo of the urn, only adding an abnormal grayish-white color.

Goosebumps appeared on his neck, and Lao Zhang felt cold all over. Fortunately, many years of driving experience allowed him to forcibly control himself, so there was no accident.

The taxi continued on, and it was a few minutes' drive into the city, but Zhang's situation was getting worse.

The passenger in the back seat kept his eyes on the rearview mirror, and every time he looked up, he could see a pair of eyes staring at him behind him.

The night wind had completely blown off the black cloth, and the passengers sat motionless in the back holding their urns.

"What the hell is he trying to do!"

There was no car in sight along the way, and Lao Zhang was so anxious that he slowly had the illusion that he was running in the opposite direction. This is not the road to the city at all, but to the more desolate places.

"What should I do?!"

He quietly called the police and sent a distress signal in the exchange group, but he couldn't quench his thirst from afar, and none of these could give him the slightest sense of security.

Every time he raised his head, Lao Zhang felt that the eyes behind him were a little closer to him.

He clutched the steering wheel tightly, the temperature inside the car seemed to be dropping continuously, his back was numb, and he was leaning against the back of the seat, but he couldn't feel any softness.

"Om, hum..."

The phone that was thrown next to it began to vibrate, and someone called, but Lao Zhang didn't dare to pick it up.

"Hey."

The passenger behind him suddenly made a sound, and Lao Zhang shivered in fright. He paused for a second or two before speaking: "What, what's wrong?"

"Someone called you."

After being said this by the passenger, Lao Zhang looked to the side, the one-click alarm page was gone, replaced by a missed call.

After the call was made, it hung up quickly, and it seemed that the person on the other side of the phone also realized that something was wrong.

"Don't worry about it, you can't answer the phone while driving." Old Zhang Gan smiled.

After he finished speaking, he glanced at the screen of the mobile phone next to him, and a text message just happened to be sent.

"Hurry up and stop! Run along the road! There's no one sitting behind your car!"

The text message stayed on the screen for a few seconds, and Lao Zhang saw it, as did the passengers sitting in the back.

"These people can really bullshit."

The driver picked up the phone and placed it beside the steering wheel. He was about to say a few more words. When he looked up at the rearview mirror, he suddenly found that the passenger's face was stuck on the guardrail behind him!

The dead gray face was blocked by the guardrail, and the passenger had an incomprehensible smile on his face.

"You don't have to deny it, you actually thought about it." The hat of the sweater slipped off, the passenger's neck twisted a little, and there was another face behind his head.

"Strictly speaking, he's human, but I'm not."

Lips wriggling, and the last words come from the face behind the passenger's head.

Lao Zhang has forgotten what kind of reaction he should make, and his mind is blank, as if he stepped on the brake and the accelerator at the same time.

The taxi stopped a few dozen meters away. He shouted and climbed out of the car and ran forward.

The door opened and the passenger came out. He turned his back to Lao Zhang, and the deformed face on the back of his head pulled out an ugly smile.

"You can't run away. This body has been targeted by a lunatic. I need to change a partner now."

The passenger turned his back to Lao Zhang, and his body seemed to be pulled by an invisible force, chasing him backwards.