The driver explained, but the preface did not match the afterword, not only did not make people believe his words, but some people wondered if he was mentally wrong because of excessive fright, and persuaded him to stop and pull over.

The driver had no choice but to stop in the emergency lane.

Many people secretly called the police, and some comforted the driver.

I sat in my seat and didn't move, because the driver's words reminded me of something I had heard before.

That's the paper cart incident.

The paper car incident is a strange incident that has been registered in the yin line.

The source of the incident is not as the driver said, because of the rear-end collision of the truck pulling the paper car.

It's because of the roads.

The highway we are walking on now existed decades ago, but it was not a highway at that time.

On the old road back then, there was a road robbery incident.

At that time, the road was very narrow, barely enough for two cars to stagger together.

In the early hours of one morning, a passenger car, as usual, departed from Shinkai, but when it was halfway there, it encountered a funeral procession.

There were no cars in the team, after all, private cars were still a rarity in those days, and it was precisely because of the rarity that the children of the deceased made a paper car according to the size of a private car.

It stands to reason that the buses and funeral processions will go their separate ways, and nothing will happen.

However, at that time, the road was being repaired, and one side of the road was occupied and impassable.

So the bus and the paper cart of the funeral procession were stuck in the middle.

If the bus wants to give way, it needs to go back a long distance, and for safety, the bus driver asks the funeral procession to exit and let himself pass first.

But there is a taboo in funerals, that is, you can't turn back. Therefore, the funeral procession refused to give way.

Neither of the people on either side wanted to retreat, and as they spoke, they fought.

At that time, there was also a conductor on the bus, but even if it was two people, it was far from being the opponent of the funeral procession, and the driver was beaten to lose his mind and rushed directly to the funeral procession in the bus.

Four people were killed and four injured on the spot, the paper car and the coffin were smashed to pieces, and the bodies that fell out were even crushed by the bus.

The driver of the bus was shot, but the matter did not end there, and since then, there have been more paper cars on the road that only travel in the early hours of the morning, and this full paper car keeps driving on the road, looking for the bus driver at that time.

The car was driven by an old corpse, and in the back sat the four people who had died in the accident.

The paper car incident was told to me by my grandfather as a story, but I didn't hear any more rumors about the paper car after that, and I didn't care.

Now the driver's words make me remember.

I just don't know if what the driver encountered was a paper car incident.

The police have already reported it, and the bus company has also notified it, and now everyone does not dare to let the driver drive, so they can only wait in place.

Many people got off the bus for activities, and some people who were in a hurry even tried to give a ride to a passing car.

I felt bored in the car and got out of the car and went outside the guardrail.

It was a small hillside, and there were not many trees, because there was a mound not far away, and everyone gathered on the other side to gossip.

The yellow hair who had accosted me before also walked down, and unlike the others, he kicked the stones on the ground idly, and came to the grave, looking at the tombstone, and making a smacking sound.

"Tsk, it's beautiful, it's a pity to die at such a young age."

I glanced at him, and as a bone picker, I was a little unaccustomed to such a disrespectful person who disrespected the dead, but when I swept my gaze over the tombstone, I was also stunned for a moment.

There are photos on this tombstone, and I rarely see a tombstone with a photo except for the cemetery.

It was a bit far away, and I could only faintly see that the picture on the tombstone was of a woman.

I didn't look much at it, though.

Instead, he took out his mobile phone and called Mrs. Zhang and told her that I would be late.

When I hung up the phone and looked at Huang Mao again, Huang Mao was gone.

I don't care, people have three urgency, I guess he is hiding somewhere to solve the problem.

After waiting for a while, a work car and a passenger car drove over, and the driver got into the work car and explained something to the people inside, and from time to time there were several fierce arguments.

It's just that the other party closed the car door, and I didn't hear clearly.

The new bus driver apologized to us and let us get on the bus, and didn't forget to remind everyone to look around and see if anyone had not yet gotten on the bus.

I thought of Huang Mao, and just as I was about to speak, I saw Huang Mao coming from the small hillside, and this time, instead of sitting back in his original position, he found an empty seat in front of him.

After the driver made sure that there was nothing missing, he started the vehicle and set off directly.

There were no more problems along the way, waited until 10am and arrived at the destination.

I need to transfer to a plane here, after all, the tickets to Shinkai to my hometown are sold out, and I am in a hurry.

It's just that when I got off the bus, I noticed that Huang Mao in front of me got off the bus and left without taking his luggage that was still on his original seat.

Although I was a little unhappy to see him, I still reminded him out loud.

Hearing my voice, Huang Mao's body did not move, and he looked back at me, and when he turned around, he clearly saw the appearance of a woman.

Fleeting.

By the time I was about to take a closer look, Huang Mao had already walked back to the car.

After getting out of the car, I didn't go far, looking at the yellow hair on the car.

After Huang Mao got on the bus, he stood in the carriage in a daze, until everyone was gone, then looked at the untouched luggage on the side, and then took it and got off the car.

This scene made me feel a little bad.

Huang Mao didn't seem to know which was his luggage.

The flow of people surged, and Huang Mao carried his luggage and disappeared into the flow of people.

I didn't chase after it, and even though I set off early, the time was already tight because of the delay on the road.

When I returned to my hometown, it was already two o'clock in the afternoon, and Mrs. Zhang had already led someone to prepare all the things I needed.

Although it was already past noon, after discussing with Mrs. Zhang, we decided to move the grave immediately.

In addition to me, Mrs. Zhang, and the helpers, there were also women and children who kept crying.

After learning about Huang Cheng, Liu Blind had already called the police and quickly found the passer-by who was hit, Qin Ming.

The crying woman and child are Qin Ming's wife and son.

After expressing my condolences to them, I made sure that Mrs. Zhang had prepared a new yin well, so I went directly to the place where Huang Cheng buried passers-by and began to move the graves.

"Yuan Shi'an Town, tell all souls. Yue is a true official, and the land is a spirit. The left and the right are not to be alarmed. Return to the right path, clarify inside and outside......

This land is the most spiritual of God. Through the heavens and the earth, in and out of the underworld. Call for me, and do not linger. On the day of merit, play with the ...... of the Shangqing"

After the land was opened, the crying child stepped forward and dug up a small piece of soil.

The helper stepped forward and began to dig the grave with tools, and the soil that the child could dig lightly just now seemed to be condensed together, and the workers were sweating profusely, but only the top layer of floating soil was removed.

Seeing this, I had no choice but to step forward again.