The environment changes suddenly.

From the empty suburbs to the bustling city center, I saw the huge screen on the pedestrian street.

This scene did not last long.

The bright day turned into night.

It was late at night, not only the large screens on the pedestrian street had been closed, but all the shops were closed. The neon lights in the distance were replaced by darkness, and only the moonlight hangs high above my head.

The car drove for a while, passed the pedestrian street, and arrived at the quiet cultural road.

There is an art calendar and clock on the road to culture.

What surprised me was that the date shown above was "tomorrow". The one I found Ye Qing and rushed home to read the archives.

This time was not displayed on the giant screen of the pedestrian street before.

Just as I was confused, the car suddenly stopped.

The harsh brakes seemed particularly harsh in the quiet night, as if someone cut through the darkness with one stroke and awakened the whole world.

There is no rising sun and lights, but the air inside the taxi has changed.

A stream of yin energy poured out, like a broken gasoline barrel. Gasoline was sprayed out, and the smell of gasoline filled the entire taxi.

This is not a simple metaphor, but the yin energy is a strange smell of gasoline.

In addition to the smell of gasoline, there is also a smell of smoke, which is a bit like a circling in a cemetery - the smell of burning paper money.

The accelerator of the car was stepped on again.

This time, the car advanced straight and rushed towards the art calendar.

The wooden sign surrounded by flowers was not broken. The car passed through the work of art directly, and then through the art gallery behind it. A sharp turn, whizzing past the library and coffee shop one after another.

It seemed to be running away in a hurry, and I don't know what it wanted to hide from.

In my vision, a little red color appeared on his abdomen in the driver's afterglow.

He seemed to be injured.

I don't know if his wounds are expanding or bleeding. That little bit of red quickly turned into a large pool of red and turned from bright red to dark red.

"cough!"

The driver coughed out blood and fell on his body, and there were another dot of stars.

The car shook abnormally, as if it was being pinched in the palm of a giant. After such a bump, the environment inside the car changed.

The interior of the car was originally a typical taxi shape, with the driver's seat isolated and a protective baffle. The car was equipped with a meter and a small screen for advertising. Now, all this is gone.

The structure of the car has also changed, from the appearance of a general private car to a van. After the driver's seat and the passenger seat, the entire car is divided into two halves, with a window in the middle, allowing people to see the situation in the rear compartment.

My consciousness was confused for a moment.

It was the driver's strong consciousness that rushed into my mind.

I am still in this car, but now I no longer see the situation of the car from the rearview mirror, but directly receive the driver's consciousness. The driver knows this car very well.

This is a funeral car. The funeral car that transports the bodies has a black appearance. The words "funeral car" are pasted on the body, door, and front cover of the car.

The car suddenly shook slightly and leaned back slightly. Something was carried onto the car. What would it be? It goes without saying what it would be.

Someone was walking around the back, and I knew it was fixing the coffin.

The brown solid wood coffin, a typical Western-style shape, can half open the coffin lid to reveal the face of the deceased, for people to look at the appearance. Flowers are also stuck on the small door, and the white and yellow chrysanthemums represent the mourning of relatives and friends to the deceased.

I even know the appearance of the corpse.

That was an old lady, and her normal death could be considered a joyful and joyful demise.

There was new movement in the rear compartment, and the weight was reduced a little. The rear door of the car was closed and locked, and someone patted the rear door.

The faint crying sound behind the car suddenly magnified, turning into a sad cry. The family began to see the deceased off.

The funeral car also started, and the headlights turned on, illuminating the road ahead. The car accelerated slowly and drove away from the community.

The time displayed on the center console of the car is three o'clock in the morning. The red numbers give people a cruel impression.

Apart from the headlights and these numbers, there is no other light source.

The residential buildings passing by along the way were all dark, but it seemed that someone was standing in it and was peeping out.

No one turned on the lights, no one made a sound.

The family members' crying gradually faded away and became sometimes unchanged.

The atmosphere was weird and tense.

After leaving the community and entering the road in the city, I realized that not only that community fell into a deep sleep, but the whole city was like this.

There are no street lights, and I can't see the surrounding environment clearly. However, there should be only this funeral car driving on the road, no vehicles, and no pedestrians. The shops are closed.

I don't know where this is. The driver does not have this information in his consciousness now, and I can't see the signs or road names of the city now.

The funeral at three in the morning is strange, but it may not be a special custom.

I can be sure that the driver is now a living person.

I felt his breathing and his heartbeat.

It was 3:30, and the vehicle had been driving for 30 minutes, but it still had not reached its destination.

Along the way, the car did not encounter a traffic light and passed through three intersections straight.

"Fourth, turn right..." the driver suddenly muttered to himself.

A fourth intersection appeared in the light of the headlights.

The driver turned the steering wheel and turned right.

There was a loud bang, and a loud bang came from the right, and the ground trembled, as if something heavy fell on the ground.

The driver's heart suddenly contracted, and he quickly turned the steering wheel to the left.

I heard a harsh scratching sound on the iron sheet on the right side of the car. The car leaned to the left and turned 180 degrees. The two tires on the right landed again and turned wildly.

The car suddenly ran out.

The coffin in the back compartment made a sound, as if it was because of the violent impact just now that the coffin moved.

"Damn it, damn it, damn it..." The driver complained loudly, gritted his teeth and patted the steering wheel, turned back again, shook his tail, and stopped in place.

"Hu...hu...hu...hu..." The driver gasped and turned on the ceiling lights in the car.

His eyes were staring ahead.

Except for the area illuminated by the headlights in front, the rest of the place in front is dark.

In the two overlapping lights, there were traces of friction from the tires.

The driver swallowed and turned his head to look at the small window behind him.

His hands trembled and he touched the switch on the center console, but did not press it down.

After a long stagnation, he closed his eyes and exerted force.

The rear compartment lit up.

The coffin is still there, with four top corners fixed, and it seems that there is no problem.

The driver exhaled, turned off the lights and started the car again.

This time, the car was very slow and moved forward slowly.

I noticed that in the driver's light, the red numbers on the display screen on the center console changed. The time should have passed 3:30, and it was 3:40 or 3:50. The number displayed there was "02:99", and the next second, it became "02:98".
Chapter completed!