Chapter 476 The Driver’s Story
late at night.
In the suburbs of Fuyuan City, the fog is thick and the street lights are still on.
There were not many cars on the road at this time. A taxi was driving towards the city. Due to poor visibility, the driver drove very slowly.
"What a damn bad luck!"
"What's wrong, who made me, Brother Zhao, angry?"
Zhao Licheng, a 42-year-old taxi driver, had just taken a big order. Two passengers were eager to go to a nearby town. He took the passengers to the town, collected the round-trip fare, and then slowly returned to the city alone.
The speed is not fast.
Zhao Licheng's car was very boring to drive.
So he dialed the number of another night shift driver. The two chatted on the phone and used the intercom. Other drivers could hear it, and some words were inconvenient to say.
"Hey, you don't know, I just wanted to pee in the middle of the car. I just wanted to pee on the roadside when I saw a public toilet..."
"Brother Zhao, I just ran your route two days ago. I remember there were no public toilets!"
"It must be newly built. Don't interrupt. Just listen to me. I had to turn on the water as soon as I entered. As a result, I swallowed one of my shoes. I don't know who grandson put an urn in the urinal. It's really missing. You are so virtuous, I still need to change my shoes when I get home.”
Ma Peng, who was on the other side of the intercom, had a slightly trembling voice.
"Brother Zhao, I'm timid. Please don't scare me. There's no one around me in the middle of the night...and why does your music over there sound so permeable?"
“I don’t have this song in my music library!”
Zhao Licheng's voice also became panicked. He pressed twice randomly on the car stereo, and the song he switched sounded even weirder than before.
"What kind of bad song is this? I won't really encounter anything dirty."
"Brother Zhao, hurry up, go back to the public toilet just now, and apologize properly, otherwise I'm afraid something bad will happen to you!"
"Brother, I have never seen this happen. How should I apologize? Brother, please give me some advice!"
Zhao Licheng said panicked.
But in fact, the expression on his face was almost gone.
In the night-shift taxi circle in Fuyuan City, Zhao Licheng is nicknamed "Ethical Old Zhao". This guy likes to chat online with other drivers and tell weird stories to scare them.
Therefore, now there are very few drivers who like to chat with Zhao Licheng alone at night.
Ma Peng is a newcomer who has just started in this industry. He calls everyone he sees brother, so Zhao Licheng plans to harm him tonight.
The weird music on the stereo was something he had saved long ago.
He also made up the story about urinating into the urn in the public toilet, just to tease Ma Peng, a young man who didn't know his name.
An experienced driver like him would drive to the outskirts at night and have an urgent need to urinate. How could he endure it until he saw a toilet before going to the toilet? He could just find a green belt and fertilize the toilet.
Bang!
Zhao Licheng was enjoying bullying young people when suddenly the whole car shook.
This is a car crash!
Zhao Licheng quickly stopped the car and turned around. When he looked back, he saw that his taxi was rear-ended by a red car. He was so angry that he got out of the car with his mobile phone and started to curse.
"In this foggy day, the car is driving so fast. It has no eyes. Are you in a hurry to reincarnate? What the hell..."
A man with a somewhat pale face walked out of the red car. It was probably his first time that he had crashed into a car. After he came out, his body was trembling, his head lowered, and he didn't say a word, allowing Zhao Licheng to insult him.
Zhao Licheng cursed for a while and then found that his car was undamaged, not even a mark, so he rolled his eyes.
"Forget it, I still have things to do, so I'll just suffer some losses and let's keep it private."
The man nodded quickly, turned around quickly, walked back to the red car, took out a wad of red bills and handed them to Zhao Licheng, mumbling something unknown.
Zhao Licheng didn't pay attention and happily took the banknote. Today was really his lucky day. He met a cowardly and stupid rich man. In this situation, he didn't even bargain, but just compensated 10,000 yuan.
Some people are like this. They are naturally timid. Once they encounter a traffic accident, they will be so panicked that they can't even speak smoothly. They will do whatever the other party asks.
After getting the money.
Zhao Licheng looked at the red car curiously.
The impact just now made me almost fly up, but my car didn't even get a scratch. Was it that the red car was too soft, or was his taxi too hard? While walking towards the red car, Zhao Licheng remembered that he was still talking to Ma Peng.
It's all about scaring, but you can't let the young man think that something happened to him. If he calls the police, he will have to spend some time dealing with it.
"Peng, it's okay. It was just a little accident, but it has been taken care of now."
"It's all taken care of now."
"Brother Zhao, it's great that you're okay."
Zhao Licheng stood there blankly, his whole body as cold as if he had fallen into an ice cave.
Just after he finished speaking, he heard two sentences, one of which was his own voice, coming from the intercom in the red car.
The other sentence was Ma Peng's voice, coming from behind him...
People who often tell ghost stories usually have the least belief in ghosts and gods, but at this moment Zhao Licheng deeply realized that some of the stories he often told might be true!
He was clearly talking to Ma Peng on his mobile phone, so why did his voice come out from the red car's intercom?
Why did Ma Peng's voice come from behind him?
Zhao Licheng turned around tremblingly and saw the man behind him, who had raised his head tremblingly. The man's face was as pale as paper, and his eyes, ears, mouth and nose were bleeding. The blood was a little green when reflected by the street lights. He said Same sentence as before.
But this time Zhao Licheng understood what the man meant.
"I want to buy you!"
Zhao Licheng immediately lowered his head and looked at the pile of red banknotes he took. The familiar feel suddenly became rough. It was not a ten thousand yuan coin, but a pile of rough notes!
The man swayed closer, and the blood on his face made him look extremely terrifying. He spoke with a strange expression, and blood spurted out of his mouth.
"If you take the money, you are mine."
"You like telling ghost stories so much. You must have seen many ghosts yourself. You must be able to help me find them..."
Zhao Licheng no longer wanted to listen to what this man had to say.
Now his only way to survive is the red car closest to him. Even a ghost can't be faster than a car with full accelerator...
But as soon as Zhao Licheng put his hands on the car, it wasn't just his scalp that was numb, his whole body was numb with fear.
The red car that he had just collided with turned into a red paper car in just one turn, with a large dent in it when he touched it.
No wonder the paint on my car didn't even come off after I was rear-ended.
It turns out that what hit him was a paper car!
Zhao Licheng stood there blankly, a bloody palm was placed on his shoulder, and then gradually moved towards his face.
Everywhere touched by this hand felt severe pain, as if... the skin was peeling off!
"Ah, ah!"
On the road late at night, the shrill screams of the old driver echoed.
After a while.
Zhao Licheng, who looked pale, returned to the taxi and sat down, banging the steering wheel as if to vent his anger.
Jingle bells, jingle bells!
Zhao Licheng's cell phone rang, and he reached out to open the answer button.
Ma Peng's voice came from the phone: "Brother Zhao, don't blame me for hanging up the phone just now. The story you told was too scary. I was really scared just now."
"I just asked Brother Wang and he said that you like telling scary stories to scare people the most. If you scare me again, I will stop chatting with you in the future."
The muscles on Zhao Licheng's face squirmed twice and turned into a smiling face.
"I'm sorry, it was my fault this time. How about this? You choose a place and I treat you to a meal as an apology."
"Really?"
"Of course it's true. I hope you won't break the appointment."
(End of chapter)