The atmosphere here is eerie, and anyone who stands here for a few minutes doesn't want to stay longer.

It was pitch black, and the abandoned houses were one after the other, like the haunted houses that often appear on television, with dilapidated door railings, rotten wood and rusty fences, and dead tree branches.

Everything makes people look hairy.

Unwilling to stay longer, Mrs. Jin hurriedly found the mailbox and removed the key from it, and quickly started the motor, in front of the white Porsche, the headlights quickly emitted bright white, and Mrs. Jin started the motor without saying a word and drove directly towards the door of the International Trade Garden.

Out of the gate, the taxi was still there.

Seems to be really an enthusiastic driver.

Mrs. Kim pulled the Porsche at the door of the taxi and rolled down the window, "Okay, I found what I wanted, thank you for waiting for me here." ”

Completely stunned by this Porsche, the driver's eyes widened, but he didn't expect this woman to enter an abandoned International Trade Garden, and actually came out and drove a brand new Porsche......

What the hell is going on.

"It's for you. Mrs. Jin took out a thousand yuan from her purse and handed it to the driver, "I know that the fare is far from that much, but you are willing to wait for me here while you are playing like this, and this alone is enough for a thousand." ”

After speaking, before the dumbfounded driver could speak, the red Porsche was gone.

When I drove onto the main road, the GPS navigation system in the car suddenly turned on automatically, and the sound of machinery came out of the cold machine.

"It's still twenty kilometers from here to the cemetery on the outskirts of the city. ”

"So far away," Mrs. Jin muttered, looking at the signal navigation on the GPS, and sneered, "I didn't expect that Luo Zikai, this kid, was very thoughtful, and he actually thought that he didn't know the way, so he chose GPS to show himself the way so as not to get lost." ”

Jingle bells, jingle bells.

Suddenly, the phone rang, Mrs. Jin took out her mobile phone and looked at the number displayed on it, but it was Officer Fang's number, thought about it and hung up directly, turned on the text message mode, and sent a text message.

- I'm sorry, but I have my own business to deal with, so I'll leave first, and I'll be back tomorrow morning, so don't worry. ――

After a while, a message was sent back on the phone, "Please be careful".

He is an adult, and Fang Jun is not his own relative, and he has no right to manage his own qiē, it is already very good that he can send a text message, Mrs. Jin sped up the motor and drove towards the cemetery on the outskirts of the city.

City A has been developing faster and faster in recent years, and the original city center has begun to develop rapidly in the direction of the suburbs, but this road has been deserted and has not been developed, and it can be seen that there is no sign of development.

On the highway, except for the light of the street lights, there is nothing on both sides.

Not even a glimmer of light.

So there is still a trace of superstition in people's hearts, the cemetery is not an auspicious thing, building a house nearby, even if it is for feng shui, no one will choose to live in it, who has nothing to do and wants to be neighbors with corpses.

The red dot on the GPS is getting closer and closer, and the car suddenly makes a turn.

In the darkness, the light in front of me became clearer and clearer, and a huge iron gate towered on the ground, and behind the iron gate, the low cemeteries were neatly arranged like faceless human faces.