When I was very young, my dead daddy disappeared.

His identity has always been a mystery to me.

The second uncle next door said that he was a drug trafficker, and his whereabouts were exposed and he absconded abroad, which left us orphans and widows.

The third uncle of Hutongkou insisted that he was a very powerful gang leader who died in the gang fight.

Others said that he was a member of a cult and was arrested and detained in prison, with no hope of regaining freedom for the rest of his life.

……

Anyway, his whereabouts are still unknown, and no one is alive or dead.

I have been dependent on my mother since I was a child, so I have suffered a lot of white eyes.

But no bright kid dared to bully me.

I can't punch me, and I still have sharp teeth.

I also asked my mother about my dead daddy.

However, my mother was always silent.

It's just that I can see in her eyes that she has a deep attachment to that man.

My mother is not in good health and has been recuperating at home, with little financial resources.

So, after graduating from high school, I started working outside the home to support my family, and I didn't ask my family for a penny.

Not long ago, the nightclub I was staying at was suddenly shut down.

The reason was crowd gambling and fighting.

It is said that there are still dead people.

I was repeatedly questioned by the police officers at the police station several times before I was able to get out.

After working as a nightclub security guard for three years, he suddenly lost his job overnight, and his financial resources were immediately cut off, which was terrible.

Fortunately, my mother quickly asked a friend to help me find a job as a taxi driver.

Although it was hard work, I was finally able to pay for my mother's medical expenses and daily expenses.

Okay, now let's officially introduce myself:

My name is Ye Shaohui, I am 23 years old and I am a taxi driver.

To be exact, a rookie driver who has just entered the industry.

My partner is a middle-aged man named Uncle Ma.

He was in his early forties, an old acquaintance of his mother.

It seems that for as long as I can remember, this Uncle Ma has appeared in my house from time to time.

Speaking of Uncle Ma, my impression of him is actually not very good.

About 1.6 meters tall, thin, unshaven beard, somewhat unkempt.

Three white eyes, speaking in a low voice, with a hint of gloom in his eyes, and his temper is still very short-tempered, giving people a feeling that it is difficult to approach.

However, I have to admit that he is indeed very good to his mother.

Whenever there is a problem at home, he is always the first to stand up.

Send money and food, shh

But I just don't like him, and I'm instinctively a little disgusted.

Because, every time he visits his mother, his eyes always reveal a trace of obsession, care.

There are even some other emotions, which are inexplicable, in short, very uncomfortable.

At the same time, he didn't see me much and rarely talked to me.

Even if you occasionally exchange a few words, your attitude is very cold.

At first, I thought he hated my light bulb.

It wasn't until later that I realized that the situation was not as simple as I imagined......

Regarding the use of taxis, Uncle Ma and I privately agreed to implement a two-shift model.

I'm day, he's night.

The bus will be delivered at 6 a.m. and will be taken over at 6 p.m.

Normally, drivers on the main shift will choose the day shift with a large number of passengers and a lot of money.

But Uncle Ma chose to work the night shift with little money and staying up late.

I don't know what he thinks.

However, since it was in my favor, I didn't dig too deep.

More than a month has passed, and I have gradually come to enjoy this kind of busy but fulfilling work.

Not only that, but I also saw more and more, and occasionally heard some bizarre and weird stories.

For example, a taxi driver who drives a night train often deals with the night.

If you walk too much at night, you will inevitably encounter strange things.

So, in private, there are three unwritten warnings:

First, the three major Halloween do not solicit customers.

Second, don't solicit at 3 a.m.

Third, there is no solicitation on Huai'an Road.

There are three major ghost festivals in China -

Qingming, Zhongyuan and winter clothes.

Legend has it that during these three days, Lord Yama would open the gates of the underworld to allow the deceased ghosts to return home and reunite with their loved ones.

There will also be some lonely ghosts and ghosts, wandering around aimlessly.

Or the ghosts are terrible, looking for revenge everywhere, and a gust of wind is screaming.

Therefore, during the three major ghost festivals, except for a few unbelievers, there are also Baziwang drivers who will continue to drive night trains to solicit customers, and most of them will finish work early and go home before the sun goes down.

In addition, 3 a.m. is the time when everything is asleep, and drivers are most likely to get sleepy, and it is also the most cloudy time of the day.

There are many unclean things that will be used to make trouble.

Therefore, the guests who took the bus at that time could not figure out whether it was a person or a ghost.

If you are not careful, let the ghost into the car, it is a situation where the car is destroyed and people die, and the evil door is very evil.

As for the third warning, it is about a strange road located in the city!

Huai'an Road is a sparsely populated path surrounded by lush trees and close to a moat.

In the summer, the canopy of trees obscures the sky, and even in the daytime, walking on that road will feel unusually dim.

Anyone who passes by shudderes inexplicably.

That kind of cold is a chill that penetrates the bone marrow.

It is rumored that there are frequent traffic accidents here, all of which are very weird.

Sometimes a fog suddenly rises and it is difficult to see the road ahead.

In the fog, you can often hear all kinds of crying, strange laughter, and screams, both men and women, young and old, which is chilling.

Sometimes, one or two pedestrians waving for a taxi will suddenly appear outside the window.

The terrible thing is that they are unrecognizable, and their flesh and blood are blurred.

will even stick to the car window, with a pleading look, as if to say:

Take me away......

Drivers who are in the middle of it are often frightened and disoriented.

Either crash into the barrier or plunge headlong into the moat next to the road......

This is a taxi driver who fell into a moat and survived by luck.

He said that the Buddha statue on his chest was shattered into two pieces, and he was lucky enough to save a life.

From then on, he never dared to come near that road.

It is said that he later left his job as a taxi driver and went to work in other places, never to return.

For these rumors, I listened to ghost stories, and I didn't take them seriously at all.

After all, I still have to earn money to support my family.

You can't stop planting crops just because you hear the crickets calling!

On this day, the weather was a bit gloomy, damp with a little stuffiness.

It seems that there is a heavy rain gathering momentum.

At the time of the shift change, Uncle Ma suddenly said to me that something had happened at home recently, and he needed to work the night shift with me for a few days.

I don't care.

Anyway, when I used to work as a security guard in a nightclub, I always worked night shifts.

Staying up late is a small thing for me.

But as far as I know, Uncle Ma has been an orphan since he was a child, and he is an old bachelor, what can happen to the family?

With doubts, I started the night shift mode for the first time in my life.

Maybe it's about to rain, but business is going to be very good tonight.

Often, as soon as a passenger is sent off, one will come up immediately.

Most of the passengers complained that it was difficult to get a taxi tonight, and they didn't see a taxi pass by for a long time.

I jokingly came to the sentence:

"Probably seeing that it is about to rain, the drivers are rushing home to collect their clothes!"

There was a burst of laughter in the car.

But jokes aside, money still has to be earned in a lump sum.

In the blink of an eye, seeing off the last passenger, I looked at the time, and it was already more than two o'clock in the evening.

With my stomach rumbling, I decided to find a place to set up a night stall to eat bowls of noodles to replenish my strength before continuing to work.

Such a good business is a rare occurrence in a hundred years, so be tired if you are tired!

Originally, there was a good night stall on Jianping Street, but today, somehow, there was no stall.

In desperation, I had to aimlessly look elsewhere.

I accidentally passed by the Huai'an intersection, and happened to see a newly opened night stall under the dim street lamp......