I Have an Adventure House

When the passenger got on the bus, it was exactly twelve midnight. He was sitting in the back with a black parcel, wearing a sweater hat and bowing his head. The shirt inside seemed darker.

Lao Zhang forced himself not to look in the rearview mirror, but he couldn't control it, and he glanced over unconsciously.

"How do you feel like you have changed after you get on the bus."

Lao Zhang whispered and opened the one-button alarm page on his phone.

"Go to Huaihua Lane?"

"Yep."

"Does your family live there? There are some old people left in the ancient alleys of Jiujiang, which is quite rare for people of your age."

"My home is not there." The passenger's tone was strange, every sentence was short and a little gloomy.

"Listening to your accent is Jiujiang locals? It hasn't been quite flat lately, don't run around." Lao Zhang really didn't want to go to that ghost lane anymore. He was worried that he would meet the last passenger after arriving there: "Where is your home? How about I take you home directly?"

"My home?" The passenger looked down at the black package on his knee and said nothing.

Lao Zhang saw that the passengers didn't speak, and he was embarrassed to continue to question, turned the front of the car, ready to drive into the city.

After the taxi started, the atmosphere inside the car became more depressed.

Sitting in the same car as the passengers in the back row, Lao Zhang felt a breathless feeling, and he opened the closed window again.

The night wind blew into the car, and Lao Zhang felt more comfortable. He looked up at the tourists in the rearview mirror.

No matter how bumpy the vehicle is, the upper body of the passenger remains in the same posture.

This man seemed to be in a hurry to go out to get things, the shirt inside was too late to change, crumpled, the top button was not fastened, and he could vaguely see a circle of striations.

"He had been violent before he got on the bus? No! It looks like it was left by hanging?"

The driver became more nervous and half of his attention was on the passengers. He was afraid that if he didn't pay attention, what would happen behind him.

The pupil was beating, and Lao Zhang's heart was beating very fast. He was worried that he would be discovered if he kept peeking, and he was afraid of the crazy things the passengers behind were doing.

The speed of the car is accelerating, the wilderness and wilderness, the best way he can think of is to drive faster, and it will be fine when there are many people.

The windows were all open, and the wind was blowing into the car, and Lao Zhang kept watching behind him.

The passenger sitting in the back row remained motionless, except that the black cloth package he placed on his knee was blown away, and a small piece of cloth slid down to reveal the true face of the package.

Blood poured into the brain, and Lao Zhang's heart beat even more violently.

Ashes!

The thing that the NPC came to the crematorium at night turned out to be an ashes box!

The arm didn't feel trembling, the little finger retracted inward like a spasm, and a cold feeling crawled up the spine slowly.

The black cloth slipped and the passenger didn't seem to notice.

The taxi ran fast, and under the blowing of the night wind, the black cloth was blown down on the other side.

This time Zhang Zhang sees it more clearly. Hebri wrapped a black urn, and there was a picture in the middle of the box.

The driver's uncle slowed down a little bit and focused his attention on the rearview mirror. He stared at the photo on the urn in the rearview mirror.

It's not clear, but the chin and mouth shape are similar to the passenger sitting in the car.

"He went to the crematorium in the middle of the night and took out his ashes?"

Lao Zhang didn't dare to think about it any longer. His body was trembling, he controlled the steering wheel with one hand, and his other hand was fumbling around, trying to secretly call the police.

But when he touched his phone, he habitually glanced into the rearview mirror, and a pair of **** eyes in the mirror also looked at him!

The passenger who kept his head down sometime raised his head. His face was exactly the same as that in the photo of the urn, but he added an abnormal grayish white.

Goose bumps appeared on the neck, and Lao Zhang felt cold all over his body. Fortunately, his many years of driving experience allowed him to control himself forcibly, so there was no accident.

The taxi continued to drive forward, and the city could be driven in a few minutes, but the situation of Lao Zhang was getting worse.

The passenger in the rear seat stared at the rearview mirror all the time, and every time he looked up, he could see a pair of eyes behind him staring at himself.

The night wind had blown the black cloth completely, and the passenger sat behind him holding his ashes box motionless.

"What on earth did he want to do!"

I couldn't see a car along the way. Old Zhang was in a hurry. He slowly developed an illusion, as if he ran in the opposite direction. This is not a road to the city at all, but a more desolate place.

"What should I do?!"

He quietly called the police and issued a scream for help in the communication group, but it was far from being able to dissolve the thirst, which could not bring him any sense of security.

Every time he looked up, Lao Zhang felt that his eyes were closer to him.

He gripped the steering wheel tightly, and the temperature inside the car seemed to keep dropping. His back was numb and he was leaning on the back of the seat, but he didn't feel a little soft.

"Bum, buzz ..."

The cell phone thrown next to it started to vibrate. Someone called, but Lao Zhang didn't dare to answer it.

"Hey."

The passenger behind him suddenly made a sound, and Lao Zhang was trembling with fright, slowing down for a second or two before speaking: "What, what?"

"Someone called you."

After being said by the passengers, Lao Zhang looked to the side. The page of the one-key alarm was gone, and a missed call was replaced.

The phone hung up shortly after dialing, and it seemed that the person on the other side of the phone also realized that the situation was wrong.

"Don't worry about it, you can't answer the phone while driving." Lao Zhanggan smiled.

After he finished, he glanced at the screen of the mobile phone next to him, and a text message was just sent.

"Hurry up and stop! Run along the road! No one is sitting behind your car!"

This text message stayed on the screen for a few seconds, and Lao Zhang saw it, as did the passengers sitting behind.

"These people can really talk nonsense."

The driver picked up the phone and placed it next to the steering wheel. He was about to say a few words. When he looked up in the rearview mirror, he suddenly found that the passenger's face was stuck on the protective bar behind him!

The dead gray face was blocked by the fence ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ The passenger's face had a smile that old Zhang could not understand.

"No need to deny it, in fact you also thought about it." The sweater hat slipped, the passenger's neck twisted a little, and there was another face behind his head.

"Strictly speaking, he is human, but I am not."

Lips wriggled, and the following sentence was spoken by the face behind the passenger's head.

Lao Zhang has forgotten what kind of reaction he should make. His mind is blank, as if he has stepped on the brake and the accelerator at the same time.

The taxi drove a few tens of meters before stopping. He shouted and climbed out of the car, running forward.

The door opened, and the passenger came out. He turned his back to Lao Zhang, and the deformed face on his back pulled out an ugly smile.

"You can't run away. This body has been stared at by a madman. I need to change a partner now."

The passenger turned his back to Lao Zhang, and his body seemed to be pulled by an invisible force and chased backwards.