It was exactly twelve o'clock in the middle of the night when the passenger got on the bus, and he was sitting in the back with a black package, wearing a sweatshirt and hat, and his head was lowered, and the shirt inside seemed to be darker.

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

"How do you feel like a different person after getting in the car again?"

Lao Zhang whispered, and clicked on the one-key alarm page on his mobile phone.

"Still going to Huaihua Lane?"

"Yes."

"Do you live there? There are some old people left in the ancient alleys of Jiujiang, and it is quite rare to see people of your age. ”

"My family isn't there." The passenger's tone was strange, each sentence was short and somewhat gloomy.

"Listen to your accent, you are a native of Jiujiang? It's been a rough night lately, so don't run around. Lao Zhang really didn't want to go to that ghost alley again, he was very worried about meeting the last passenger after getting there: "Where is your home?" How about I send you straight home? ”

"My family?" The passenger looked down at the black package on his knee and did not speak.

Lao Zhang saw that the passengers didn't speak, and he was embarrassed to continue to ask, turned the head of the car, and prepared to drive to the city.

After the taxi started, the atmosphere inside the car became even more oppressive.

Sitting in the same car as the passengers in the back seat, Lao Zhang had a feeling of being out of breath, and he opened the closed window again.

The night breeze blew into the car, and Lao Zhang felt a little more comfortable, and 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 have gone out in a hurry to get something, the shirt inside has not had time to change, it is crumpled, the top button is not fastened, and a circle of strangulation marks can be faintly seen.

"Was he violently assaulted before he got in the car? That's not right! How does it look like it was left by hanging? ”

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

His pupils were beating, Lao Zhang's heart was beating fast, he was worried that he would be found if he kept peeking, and he was afraid that the passengers behind him would do something crazy.

The speed of the car increased, and in the wilderness, the best thing he could think of was to drive faster, and when he reached a crowded place, he would be fine.

The windows were all open, and the whirring wind blew into the car, and Lao Zhang kept an eye on his back.

The passenger sitting in the back seat remained motionless, except that the black cloth package he had placed on his lap was blown open, and a small piece of cloth slid downward, 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 at night to pick up turned out to be an urn!

The arm trembled unconsciously, the little finger retracted inward as if spasmodic, and a chilly sensation slowly crept up 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 blown off by the night wind.

Now 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 slightly, concentrating on the rearview mirror, his eyes fixed on the picture 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 the 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 continue thinking about it, his body was trembling, controlling the steering wheel with one hand, and groping beside him with the other, wanting to secretly call the police.

But when he touched the phone, he habitually glanced in the rearview mirror, and a pair of bloodshot eyes in the mirror were also looking at him!

The passenger, who had kept his head down, looked up at some point, and his face was exactly the same as the one in the urn photo, only with an abnormal grayish white.

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

The taxi continued to drive forward, and it would take a few minutes to enter the city, but Lao Zhang's situation was getting worse and worse.

The passenger in the back seat kept his eyes in 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 not a single car in sight along the way, Lao Zhang was so anxious that he slowly had an illusion, as if he had run in the opposite direction. This is not the road to the city at all, but to a more inhospitable place.

"What should I do?!"

He quietly called the police, and called a distress code in the communication group, but the water could not quench his thirst, and these could not bring him the slightest sense of security.

Every time he looked up, Lao Zhang felt that the eyes behind him were a little closer to him.

He clutched the steering wheel tightly, the temperature in the car seemed to be decreasing, his back was numb, and he leaned on the back of the seat, but he didn't feel a little soft.

"Buzz, buzz......"

The mobile phone thrown next to it began to vibrate, and someone called, but Lao Zhang didn't dare to answer it.

"Hey."

The passenger behind him suddenly made a sound, Lao Zhang was frightened, and slowed down for a second or two before speaking: "What, what's wrong?" ”

"Someone called you."

As soon as the passenger said this, Lao Zhang looked to the side, and the page of the one-key alarm was gone, replaced by a missed call.

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

"Leave it alone, you can't answer the phone while driving." Lao Zhang said with a dry smile.

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

"Hurry up and stop! Run along the road! It's not a person sitting in the back of your car! ”

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

"These people can be."

The driver picked up the mobile phone, put it next to the steering wheel, and 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 attached to the protective fence behind him!

The dead gray face was blocked by the protective bar, and the passenger had a smile on his face that Lao Zhang could not understand.

"There's no denying it, in fact, you thought about it in your heart." The sweatshirt and hat slipped off, the passenger's neck twisted slightly, and there was another face on the back of his head.

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

Lips squirmed, and the latter sentence was uttered by the face behind the passenger's head.

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

The taxi drove a few dozen meters away before it stopped, and he shouted and climbed out of the car and ran forward.

The door opened, and the passenger walked out, 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 madman, 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, and he chased after him upside down.