I'm a taxi driver, and it's been less than half a year since I picked up this car, and a lot of inexplicable things have followed.

This is a sedan Beverly taxi with a good number: Beijing B E6008, the kind that is very common in Beijing. This taxi is from 1999, people have been driving for three years, I took it half a year ago, but the car is really well maintained, since I drove it, it has never broken down halfway.?

The first thing that makes people scratch their heads is that one day it snowed, the snow was not big, it was the kind of sleet with ice slag, the sky was gray, that day I went out at 7 o'clock in the morning as usual, pulled it all day, and collected it at about half past eight in the evening, I parked the car next to the small pine tree downstairs in our community, the car was full of mud at that time, and the tires were full of mud, and when I locked the car, I was still thinking: I should wash the car again tomorrow.

But by the next day, the car was inexplicably clean.

I still can't guess who did it. It won't be a family member, and my wife and children won't be able to go out in the middle of the night to clean my car while I'm sleeping, and even if they do, they won't wipe it so professionally, and they won't drive my car outside to wash it—they don't know how to drive at all. Who else could there be, the four-unit Da Guo? Da Guo also drives a Fukang taxi, which is from Yuyang, not our Sallyford taxi company. But he even has his own car dirty, how can he help me clean it? Could it be that this kid wiped the wrong car in a daze? Haha, that's great - but when I think about it, it's impossible, he can wipe the outside of the car, but what about the inside? How does he have my car keys?

Then I was even more confused, one day I was queuing up at the entrance of the Poly Building, and a tall and thin "brother" got off his Jetta, opened my car door, patted me on the shoulder and called me "Lao Xie", I turned around and said: My surname is Xu Bu Xie. The thin "brother" hurriedly apologized and said that he had recognized the wrong person, but he walked to the back of my car again, looked at my license plate number and said to himself: "Isn't this Lao Xie's car?" "I think this brother may be the brother who knows my ex", I don't know if I have changed masters, and I don't care too much.?

There is also an inexplicable thing is that the kilometer meter of my car is not accurate, obviously the first day to collect the car, when the car is locked downstairs in the community, the last five digits on the table is 13201, but the next morning out of the car, it actually became 16575, more than 300 kilometers, at first I thought I remembered wrong, I am a big grin, often confused about the numbers, not very accurate, just take a piece of paper for a few days, but still old can not be right. Evil! Every day, there are more than two or three hundred kilometers, I began to suspect that the watch is broken, went to the Beverly special maintenance center, the repairman carefully checked and said that everything is normal, the kilometer meter is not wrong at all!?

One day at noon, I was sweeping on the third ring road, and there was a Xiali taxi in front of me, with a double flash, and a "sister" next to me beckoned for help. It is said that it is hard to open a rental, and it is even more difficult for the "sister". I hurriedly stopped the car and asked what was going on, "sister" said that the car turned off all of a sudden, why didn't I get on the car, it seemed that there was no gas, let me ask for oil, I said no problem. After taking the oil drum and plastic pipe handed over by "my sister", I walked back to my car, unscrewed the fuel tank cap, inserted the plastic pipe into the fuel tank at one end, sucked it with my mouth at the other end, and then immediately aimed at the white plastic oil barrel——?

When the gasoline was poured into the drum, I noticed that something was wrong with the color of the gasoline. "Sister" was also surprised: "Big brother, what gasoline do you make?" Why is it so red? ”?

"I've been adding Sinopec oil, 93's, so I can make it...... "I wondered.?

It's really strange, how can the gasoline in my tank be red? I'm puzzled.?

What is even more bizarre is that day in March, the sky is gradually darkening, and the dusk in Beijing is even more gray, and the sight is not very good. I pulled a Cantonese guy in the car, rushed to the airport, the time was very tight, from the congestion of the third ring road finally "killed" out of the fourth ring, the speed suddenly picked to 90, crossed the Sihui Bridge and went straight to the airport expressway, all the way smooth, I drove in the innermost road, the car was fast and steady, a blink of an eye to cross the Chaoyang Park Bridge, at this moment somehow my car suddenly tire locked, as if someone stepped on the brakes, and then the sharp brake sound pierced the eardrum......?

When I came back to my senses, the car had stalled, nails were nailed to the road, my right foot was still on the accelerator, and the air was filled with the smell of rubber from tire friction - to my surprise, a small migrant worker covered in white ash and wearing a hard hat was right in front of my car, only a fist away from the front bumper at most!?

The little migrant worker may have just flipped over from the barrier, and he was stupid by what he saw, and his face was pale and nailed there like a nail.

And I, too, sat stiffly in the car, didn't recover for a long time......?

I really didn't see where the little migrant worker came from, and I really couldn't explain why the car stopped suddenly at this critical moment, I really didn't step on the brakes at all, and my feet were still on the accelerator! I'm scared when I think about it, and I'm in a cold sweat! If the sudden tyre locking is a fault, then isn't this failure saving a life, and that's too much of a coincidence??

Is it really—God help me?

The uneasiness made me miserable and annoyed. Thinking of all kinds of strange things these days, I began to have a strong curiosity about this car, I called our company's captain Yang, and the thrilling scene just now, and Yang team carefully talked about it, but I didn't expect the Yang team to be quite unimpressed, a bite to be sure that I was frightened at the time, hallucinations, let me pay attention to rest, don't work all day long to earn money and live, daze, pay attention to the body, work and rest, but also pay attention to abide by the traffic safety law, speaking of which, Yang team seems to suddenly remember something: "Hey." , by the way, Xu Zi, the traffic team's violation notice has come down, it seems that there is you, you buy a "Traffic Safety News", there is a post on it, thinking about paying a fine! ”?

I hurriedly reported to the stall to buy a newspaper, opened it and saw that in a large list of illegal vehicles, there was really my license plate number: ?

Car number, model color, violation, location, date, time?

Beijing B E6008 2004-1-17 04:39:02?

I couldn't help but be surprised again: since I opened the taxi, I have always been out of the car after 7 o'clock in the morning, and the latest to collect the car at 9 or 10 o'clock in the evening, how can I violate the rules at more than 4 o'clock in the morning in this winter day??

Could it be that someone cloned my taxi? Fraudulent use of my license plate number? I had seen similar reports in the newspapers before, and I was determined to get things to light, otherwise I would be plagued by this series of strange things every day, and I would not be able to make money at all, and I would have to toss out of my nerves.

Right! Gotta get to the bottom of it!?

I drove straight to the traffic team to inquire about the specific situation of my car violation in the early morning of January 17, and the traffic police knocked on the computer and said that I was speeding on the small street bridge in the early morning, and the car was on 130 miles, urging me to quickly get a driver's license, open a violation notice, and go to the bank to pay the fine.

I immediately told the traffic police what I thought about the violation record and strongly asked the police to show evidence of my car violation. The traffic police thought about it and said okay, you take a look at the video surveillance of the radar speed measurement.?

The traffic police took me to another room with a screen on the wall, and entered my car number on a keypad, and the video was clearly displayed——?

A RED BEVERLY TAXI SWIPED IN FRONT OF THE CAMERA FROM FAR AND NEAR, AND THE MONITORING NUMBER IN THE UPPER RIGHT CORNER OF THE SCREEN CHANGED RAPIDLY, AND FINALLY FROZE AT 130.2KM/H, SERIOUSLY SPEEDING!?

Playing it again is slow motion, I recognized it at a glance that it was my car, it was really my car, not only the license plate number is the same: Beijing B E6008, even the reflector base is wrapped with adhesive tape, and there is a coin-sized paint in the front right corner, all exactly the same! It can't be a clone car, it's really mine! I just feel like my heart is beating violently!?

The image of the car is fixed on the screen, I ask the traffic police to enlarge the image, I want to see who is driving??

"Who else but you, your partner?" The traffic police were a little impatient, but they still did as I said, the image was enlarged step by step, and it became more and more blurred, and only a big head could be seen, with sparse hair on the forehead, and some middle-aged people sitting in the cab ......?

I was so stunned that I couldn't speak for a long time.?

I began to wonder if someone must have been stealing my car in the middle of the night, and the thought kept lingering in my mind, making me even more nervous. I couldn't sleep at night in bed, and I decided that I had to find out what was going on with the bizarre phenomena of these days, all kinds of doubts, all kinds of conjectures swirling in my head, and I decided that I had to find out.

It was late at night, and when my wife and daughter were asleep, I crept up, put on a cotton coat, grabbed a flashlight, and quietly went downstairs towards where I parked......?

I was stunned——?

The car is gone!?

My head buzzed for a moment, my car was really gone, every day I parked the car next to the small tree downstairs, but now the small tree is empty, only the small tree swaying alone in the night wind, not my car. Under the dim street lamp, the shadows of the trees moved back and forth on the ground, which looked a little eerie.

Lost my car!?

I really lost my car!?

When I came to my senses, I immediately thought of calling the police.

I stumbled into the police station and said to the police on duty out of breath, "Report the case - car, car ......"?

The police were very kind, and when they saw that I was out of breath and incoherent, they said a few comforting words such as don't worry, and handed me a bowl of water, so that I could speak clearly.

I just said what happened to me again, although the police have a smile on their faces, but an absent-minded look, maybe for their police, motor vehicle theft is not a fuss, commonplace, maybe there is always a call to the police, the police will answer the phone for a while and then answer the phone, listen a little distracted, maybe I am too flustered, the language is not very clear, every time the police answer a call, always let me "start from the beginning", try to be as detailed, After finally listening to my account, the police took out another stack of paper and began to make a note.

Make a transcript of one question and one answer. The police asked me a lot of questions about my name, age, ethnicity, place of origin, home address, etc., and I answered them one by one, as if I had not lost the car, but stolen it. I was asked many questions about the number plate, model, color, and name of the rental company, but I answered them honestly one by one, and finally I got to the matter of losing the car. I asked all the details one by one, the transcript was finished, it was already dawn, the sky was already cloudy, I signed my name on the thick transcript and wrote the word "true", the police asked me to go home and wait for the news, saying that you believe go-vern-ment, we will definitely catch the suspect who stole the car.?

What I never expected was that when I walked back downstairs to my house, I couldn't believe my eyes - my Beverly taxi was parked next to the small tree downstairs of my house, without the slightest trace of moving, parked where I parked every day, as if nothing had happened!?

I hurriedly stumbled into the police station again, and said to the police on duty out of breath: "Car, car, car didn't lose ......"?

The police looked at my face carefully up and down, left and right, for a while, and then whispered: "Is there something ......wrong with you?"

Could it be that I saw it wrong last night, I really doubt that my nerves are really a little problem, I haven't had a good rest these days, I'm dazzled, but I think about it again, no! The downstairs of your own house is so familiar, how can you see the wrong place??

After analyzing it again and again, I began to believe that someone must have stolen my car in the middle of the night, and I thought of the vague middle-aged man with a big head in the surveillance, right! He must have driven my taxi late at night, but if this man could drive my car away in the middle of the night, why did he drive it back before dawn every day? I really couldn't figure it out and couldn't guess the answer, but one thing is certain, this person is not a thief who stole the car, and if it was, my car would have been gone for a long time......?

It dawned on me why my kilometer meter was "not accurate", and there were two or three hundred kilometers more every day, it turned out that this middle-aged man drove my car after midnight every day! - My kilometer meter is very accurate! He drove my car every night for two or three hundred kilometers!?

I couldn't help but shiver and felt a little chill in my back, I couldn't guess how this middle-aged man drove my car away? What is his motivation? On this day, I was restless, I didn't have the heart to make money, and my mind was always like the vague middle-aged man with a big head, I decided that I must uncover this mystery and investigate the matter, behind all this strangeness, what is hidden??

I called my neighbor Da Guo, who drove a taxi, and said that I was going to borrow his car for a night, and Da Guo was puzzled and said, "Why don't you use your own car?" ”?

I lied and said, "My car broke down, and a distant relative happened to come at night, and I have to pick up people at the West Railway Station ......"?

I'm going to spy on my taxi all night to see what is going on, and the thought that the truth might come out tonight makes me a little nervous, a little excited, and I can't help but get excited.

My Beijing BE6008 red Beverly Taxi was parked peacefully in its old location, next to the little tree.

Just after the evening, I asked for Da Guo's car, and quietly lurked in a dark corner dozens of meters away from my car, I looked at my target in the car, and everything around my car was clear and unobstructed.

Everything is ready, all that remains is to wait patiently......?

The night crept in little by little, and the people who had been busy all day returned to their respective rooms one after another, and the whole neighborhood gradually fell silent, and under the dim street lamp, only the small pine tree swayed tirelessly in the clear night breeze.

I stared at my car, not daring to be careless.

The car did not move at all, and it stopped quietly under the small tree.

One by one, the lights on the windows of the buildings in the neighborhood went out, and there was a deathly silence around them. There is no moon and no stars in the sky.?

In the middle of the night, I was in the dark, and I could hear my own pulse beating.

Suddenly, I saw a figure next to my car, I was nervous as if I couldn't breathe, this person walked towards my car door, he looked to be in his forties, medium build, slightly fat, slightly hunched, walking posture with some looped legs, big head, sparse forehead hair, the kind that Beijingers often say to unload the roof, wearing a taxi driver's work clothes.

I was afraid that he would see me and lower my body. Hold your breath as hard as you can.?

I saw the middle-aged man gently knocking on my car door, as if talking to the car, as if talking to himself: "Old man, here I am again!" Then I opened the car door, and it was evil! My car is obviously locked, why did he pull it and drive it??

My heart was beating rapidly and slamming upwards with tension.

The middle-aged man got into the car, started the engine, turned on the headlights, and the car slowly drove towards the street outside the community.

I also calmed down from the panic, got in a car, and immediately followed. I looked at the clock in the car, it was exactly twelve o'clock in the morning.?

What the hell is he going to do??

I followed the car in front of me from a distance, only to see that the top light of the car (the taxi no-load operation light) was turned on, the speed was not very fast, I turned a street, there was a couple of men and women waving on the side of the road, and the car leaned over ......?

Obediently, he's doing his job! I suddenly woke up!?

He drove my car and was really working: east of the city, west of the city, south of the city, north of the city, from Tiantongyuan to Heyi Xili, from Zhongguancun to Fangzhuang Community, a wave of passengers up and down, sometimes from the back can also see the middle-aged man from time to time tilting his head to chat with passengers, waving his arms in the air, from the situation he drove can be concluded that this person is an experienced driver, sometimes the gap on both sides of the car is tight, just two fingers, he does not need to slow down to pass calmly.

It was really hard for me to keep up with him, and if it hadn't been for the traffic light, I think I would have been left behind.?

I followed him like this, and at about three o'clock in the morning, the people on the road were even more scarce, and the car in front of me dropped its passengers, drove empty to the Poly Building, and stopped at the end of a queue of taxis waiting for work, and I also followed, parked behind him and pretended to line up.

I saw that the middle-aged man with a big head had just gotten out of the car, and a "brother" in front of him greeted him: "Lao Xie, how much have you pulled?" "It's like it's familiar.?

"One hundred and seventy-eight," the middle-aged man responded.

I suddenly remembered that there was a "brother" who patted me on the shoulder and called me "Lao Xie", it turned out that the middle-aged man who stole my car was Lao Xie, it seems that this Lao Xie has been stealing my car for several days!?

Lao Xie opened the trunk of my car, took out a rag, and began to wipe the car with the time of waiting for work, looking at his demeanor very calmly, as if the car was his own, he wiped it quickly, clean and carefully, and did not let go of even a mud spot on the tire, muttering while wiping the car: "This shifter, really lazy, really lazy enough......"?

The queuing of taxis moved forward little by little, and when Lao Xie was the first child, my taxi was already shiny and spotless, and I understood that it was a snowy day, and the big dirty car when the car was collected, why it was suddenly new the next day, it turned out to be Lao Xie's wipe! What the hell is going on??

The doorman in the hotel lobby was waving here, Lao Xie drove the car up, took a foreigner and left, and I continued to follow the past.

This Lao Xie drove my taxi and integrated into the Beijing night, doing work again and again, walking through the streets and alleys, busy and happy, and quite efficient. Just after 5 o'clock in the morning, Lao Xie sent off the last group of passengers, turned off the top lights, buckled the "Little Red Riding Hood" (taxi stop card) on the empty headlights of the front windshield, all the way to the direction of my house, in a blink of an eye to the door of my community, the door is very narrow, there are a lot of cars parked next to it, his driving skills are really good, and he rushed in all of a sudden. After I carefully slowed down and passed through the entrance of the community, the old Xie had already disappeared into the darkness before dawn, and only my Hongfukang taxi was parked under the small pine tree, not moving at all, and the tire hub was still scattered......?

It was this guy named Lao Xie who had been stealing my car at midnight, and things finally began to emerge. Who is this Lao Xie? Why did he steal my car operation? Looking at his demeanor, there was no sneaky uneasiness, as if the car was his, which puzzled me, puzzled me, and made me have a strong curiosity, a strong desire to completely uncover the mystery!?

I recalled that the work clothes that Lao Xie was wearing just now were from our company, and concluded that this person might be the driver of our company, or maybe it was my former driver, at least he had worked in our rental company. Right! It must be so! Captain Yang of the company must know Lao Xie, and he will definitely be able to find the answer there.

As soon as I got to work in the morning, I drove my car to the company, found Captain Yang of the team, and asked Lao Xie about this person.

I asked Captain Yang if the No. 6008 car before me was driven by this old Xie. The captain said yes.?

"You know? What are you asking him for? "Team Yang was a little surprised.?

I said, "I want to talk to him, I heard that he has very good driving skills and car repair skills, and he is also familiar with the condition of this car, and I want to learn from him and learn from him." "I think it's a matter between me and Lao Xie, and I don't want the team to interfere.?

Captain Yang looked at me and said, "He's ...... now." I don't open the rental anymore. ”?

"Is he big-headed, unloaded, in his forties, medium-sized, a little fat, a little hunchbacked, and walks a little lapped-legged......"?

I saw Captain Yang listening and listening, his eyes widening wider and wider: "You... How do you know? ”?

"I saw him yesterday." I say.?

Captain Yang hurriedly flipped out a newspaper from a large pile of materials, his hands were obviously trembling, he pointed to the photo on the newspaper and asked, "Is it him?" ”?