As usual, the taxi driver Hu Qiang was still working in front of the Binjiang nightclub in the middle of the night.

He and his girlfriend Xiaoling have just mortgaged a new house, and he has to drive at night often for the mortgage, which has a higher income than a sports car during the day and night, but is correspondingly more tired.

In order to relieve his sleepiness, he got out of the car and smoked a cigarette, and looked at the glittering nightclub and spit out a smoke ring.

"Master, are you leaving?" A voice came.

"Let's go, where are we going?" Hu Qiang didn't expect it, so he quickly got up and replied.

The passenger was a young woman, her hair was so long that it almost covered her entire face, and she couldn't even see what she looked like in the dim light, she was wearing a long white dress, and she was holding a very strange bag in her hand, white, flat, and it felt like papier-mâché.

"Aoyama Funeral Home."

"What?" Hu Qiang thought he had misheard.

"Aoyama Funeral Home, hurry up." The woman seemed impatient.

This time Hu Qiang heard clearly, the woman was going to the funeral home, Hu Qiang glanced at his mobile phone, it was almost twelve o'clock.

"Now to the funeral home?" Hu Qiang's tone was a little weird, what did this woman do at the funeral home at night?

"Yes, five hundred yuan, can you go? If you don't leave, I'll find someone else. The woman didn't care whether Hu Qiang agreed or not, so she threw the money into the cab, pulled the car door and sat in the back row.

Although he was a little confused, Hu Qiang still agreed, it was only half an hour's drive from the Binjiang nightclub to the Qingshan Funeral Home, and the usual fare was only a few dozen yuan, but this woman offered a high price of 500 yuan, and Hu Qiang had no reason to refuse.

Turn on the lights, light the fire, the dilapidated Volkswagen taxi roared and then hit the road, Hu Qiang set the navigation and quickly drove away from the nightclub, he raised his head and glanced in the rearview mirror, the woman leaned against the left rear window, still couldn't see her face clearly, her body exuded a strange fragrance, this smell was like something smelly mixed with some kind of perfume, Hu Qiang felt that he had smelled somewhere.

"Walk by the river." The woman said.

"The riverside is being built right now, and the road can't be walked."

"Yes, you can just go."

Hu Qiang was even more puzzled in his heart, it is undoubtedly the fastest to go to Qingshan and take the city avenue, but this woman has to go to the riverside, and if she doesn't take a short road, she has to take a long detour, she is really a weirdo.

The woman didn't speak, didn't even move, like a dead man.

Hu Qiang tried to find something to say several times, but was rejected.

At night, the riverside road is empty, the road is being renovated, and construction signs can be seen everywhere, because the road is uneven, and the speed of taxis is much slower.

The street lamps emitted a faint glow, and the river surface was pitch black, and the river breeze with a fishy smell ruffled Hu Qiang's long hair from time to time.

"Stop, I'm in a hurry." The woman said.

Hu Qiang parked his car on the side of the road.

The woman jumped out of the car and crossed the guardrail and disappeared into the darkness, Hu Qiang turned his head sideways and glanced in the rearview mirror, fantasizing about the convenient picture of the woman in his mind, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a wicked smile.

"Poof!"

There was a muffled sound, as if something had fallen into the water.

Hu Qiang was frightened, and hurriedly shouted: "Beauty, are you okay?" ”

No response.

Hu Qiang hurriedly unbuckled his seat belt, turned on his mobile phone flashlight and ran to a convenient place for the woman, outside the guardrail was a river embankment more than one meter wide, and there was a liquid on the embankment, and the woman disappeared in place!

Hu Qiang's brain was blank, he turned out of the guardrail and looked down at the river, the river was dark, the water was turbulent, and he couldn't see anything, a large number of splashes splashed on the embankment, and something obviously fell.

When it was over, the woman fell into the water.

Hu Qiang only felt dizzy, a little unsteady on his feet, fine beads of sweat oozed from his forehead, stumbled back to the car, closed the door, and dialed the police.

But the next second, he immediately hung up the phone again.

How will he explain it then?

Even if he told the truth that the woman asked him to take this path, but he couldn't produce any evidence?

Besides, how could a short-distance passenger choose a detour? No one would believe him at all.

Investigators can fully suspect that Hu Qiang is doing something shady in circumventing the camera, or even intentional homicide.

Although he will not go to jail, his taxi will definitely be repossessed by the company and his qualifications will be disqualified.

The most important thing is that he has to lose a lot of money.

Now he has just bought a house, and he is going to get married at the end of the year, and he has no money at all, so he can't think of any way but to sell the house.

If you don't run, you will go bankrupt, and if you run, it will be a crime.

Hu Qiang was in a dilemma, he shivered and lit a cigarette, and quickly recalled the whole process, there was no surveillance at the door of the nightclub, no one saw the woman get into his car, and no one knew that he had been to Yanjiang Avenue.

I didn't meet anyone else along the way.

In just ten seconds, Hu Qiang made a choice, started the car and quickly drove away from the scene.

In order to avoid investigation, he changed the tires of the car overnight, went to the car wash to clean the taxi inside and out, and even threw away his shoes.

Hu Qiang was busy until late at night and then returned home.

Standing in front of the house, Hu Qiang took a deep breath, adjusted his breathing, and then rang the doorbell.

"I'm back!"

The familiar smiling face of his girlfriend Xiaoling appeared in front of Hu Qiang, and she welcomed Hu Qiang into the house with a smile.

Xiao Ling and Hu Qiang met three years ago, when he had just been released from prison for five years for intentional murder, and all relatives and friends avoided him, but Xiao Ling did not dislike him, and even helped him serve his Alzheimer's mother, for which Zhou Qiang was particularly grateful and valued this feeling.

"You don't think you're right, huh?" Xiao Ling, who was as attentive as a hair, saw the problem.

"Is there one? Maybe, one of my peers passed away today, and I feel a little sad, I'm okay but I'm a little tired, I'll go take a shower first. ”

Hu Qiang dropped his wallet and went straight to the bedroom, and just as he was about to take a shower, the bathroom door was pushed open by Xiaoling.

"Cuong, what is this?" Xiao Ling held a few red dark coins and looked at Hu Qiang with a strange expression.

Hu Qiang was also stunned, and hurriedly took the dark coin, counted it, and it was exactly five hundred yuan.

How is this possible, he remembered clearly that he had a special look at it at that time, it was a banknote, how could it become a dark coin?

"Ah Qiang, tell me honestly, is something wrong?" Xiao Ling blinked and looked at Hu Qiang with a serious face.

Hu Qiang hesitated and told the truth, he sat in the chair in frustration, rubbed his hair, and tears rolled in his eyes.

"Xiaoling, I'm going to die this time, if I get caught, I'm going to be in a traffic hit-and-run, I'm going to go to jail, and our family is finished."

She ...... Is she wearing a white dress? Carrying a white bag? Xiao Ling's face turned unusually pale, her expression was very frightened, and she even stammered when she spoke.

"yes, how do you know?"

Xiao Ling sat on the ground with a startled scream, trembling all over, covering her mouth and whispering, "Is her hair very long and covering her face?" ”

"yes, why do you know that?" Hu Qiang was also a little scared, and felt more and more that something was wrong.

Xiao Ling lowered her voice and popped out a few words from between her teeth: "She's not a human, she's a ghost, I've seen the news, she's long dead." ”

As she spoke, Xiao Ling took out her mobile phone and searched for it, handed it to Hu Qiang.

It was a news story from last year, the deceased Li Na, a student at the opera academy, drowned in the river in May last year, and the photo shows Li Na wearing a long white dress, carrying a white bag, and her long hair almost covering her entire face, and the last place she appeared was the riverside nightclub.

Li Na did not die of drowning, but was strangled and thrown into the river, and her body was stored in the Castle Peak Funeral Home.

An icy chill rushed to the top of Hu Qiang's head, and he felt that his whole person was about to freeze.

He finally understood what a woman's body smelled like.

That's the smell of formalin preservatives, and that stench is the smell of corpses!

He didn't encounter people, but Li Na's ghost.

"She died unjustly, the ghost has been wandering the streets, she won't stop until she finds a substitute for the dead, what should I do now?" Xiao Ling was so scared that she was about to cry.

Hu Qiang took a deep breath and was suddenly relieved.

If you are not a person, you don't have to lose money, let alone go to jail.

Now he is not afraid of ghosts, but of people.

"It's okay, I didn't hurt her, and she also gave money, which shows that she doesn't want to hurt me." Hu Qiang took out a lighter and lit the coin.

The flickering flames burned to ashes.

Hu Qiang clasped his hands together and said sincerely: "Miss Li, I am just an ordinary driver, I have a debtor and a debtor, if you want to find it, go to the person who harmed you." ”