Late at night, the sky was shrouded in darkness like dark clouds, not even a hint of moonlight remaining.
Jones, the Chosen One of Kangaroo Kingdom, drove his taxi slowly on a narrow suburban dirt road.
The surrounding gloomy forest, I don't know if the wind is blowing, some trees are swaying strangely, looking very scary.
An inexplicable chill arose in Jones's heart. He held the steering wheel tightly and could only rely on the faint light from the front of the car to judge the road conditions ahead.
On the radio, the announcer's voice sounded frightened and uneasy, as if he knew how terrible human traffickers can be.
At this moment, Jones was still thinking about whether the radio broadcast was a clue. At this moment, a woman suddenly appeared in the darkness on the roadside. She was holding a child tightly in her arms and was waving to Jones, presumably to take a taxi.
The scene looked particularly horrifying under the dim headlights, and Jones instantly thought of the human traffickers the radio had just talked about.
His heartbeat quickened and fear surged through him.
Jones then thought about it. The rules did not stipulate that he had to carry passengers on the roadside. It was better to do less than to do more.
So, he gritted his teeth, pretended not to see it, stepped on the accelerator, and wanted to escape from this dangerous place.
After the taxi had traveled a certain distance and Jones thought he had gotten rid of the scary woman, she appeared on the roadside again in front of him, exactly like the scene just now.
Jones could even see that the woman's face was expressionless, one hand was waving, and the other hand was holding the child tightly.
He sped up again, trying to get away from this dangerous weirdness.
But no matter how hard he tried, the woman holding the child would always appear again at a corner ahead, taking a taxi in the same posture.
Jones knew that if he didn't take this woman away today, he might not be able to get out of this road.
The Kaitan World is such a special place.
He took a deep breath, suppressed the fear and anxiety in his heart, and stopped the car.
"If you want to take a taxi, please sit in the passenger seat." In order to save trouble, Jones rolled down the window and said directly.
The passenger door slowly opened, and an inexplicably powerful breath appeared. Jones's heartbeat beat against his chest like a drum. He could now understand why the radio announcer kept emphasizing that human traffickers were terrible when broadcasting.
Isn't this scary? From the moment the woman got into the car, Jones felt that his life was not in his hands.
He looked nervously at the woman holding the child, and saw that the woman's face had no expression at all, her eyes were a little swollen, and her face was wrinkled. She looked like she was in her forties.
The child in her arms was very small. He seemed unable to speak and kept crying. He was holding a cartoon plastic toy in his hand, which looked like a flat-billed yellow duck.
If you look carefully, you can still see a trace of blood on the flat-billed yellow duck.
The child didn't seem to be familiar with the wrinkled girl, and there were signs of struggle, but one of the wrinkled girl's hands was always holding on to him, which further confirmed what Jones just heard.
Jones was already afraid, but the child's crying voice was so weird, and he became even more afraid after being infected.
Jones could clearly feel the cold sweat on his forehead, and he asked with a trembling voice: "Where are you going?"
It seems that if they themselves have not violated the rules, then these people who get on the bus cannot harm them.
Jones kept repeating these words in his mind to encourage himself.
The wrinkled woman replied: "Tiger Head Stone Tablet."
Still following the old rules, Jones didn't have a mobile phone or navigation in the car, so he asked the wrinkled woman for her approximate location and asked her for directions.
The wrinkled woman said no problem and told Jones the way to go.
Jones could tell from her words that the tiger head monument should be in the suburbs, not in the city, so he could send her away.
Thinking of this, Jones stepped on the accelerator and the taxi walked in the direction of the Tiger Head Monument, which was deep in the forest.
After driving a certain distance, Jones was thinking, where is the pitfall in this level?
He didn't think that this woman who kept appearing was a coincidence. There was definitely something wrong with this.
Along the way, the car was extremely dull, with only the child crying.
While Jones was thinking, he had already reached the depths of the forest. The road here was difficult and bumpy.
Moreover, the trees here are lush and leafy. Jones saw the windshield in front of him being scratched by some branches, and heard the sound of some branches hitting the car. Jones observed very carefully and could see that there were many 'stone monuments' nearby. Jones had just passed two of them, but he had never reached the tiger-head stone monument that the wrinkled woman was talking about.
According to her, it was estimated to be ten minutes away.
At this time, whether it was due to the bumps or not, Jones heard a clicking sound in the car, as if something had fallen.
He looked nervously in the direction of the sound, but found nothing.
"Am I too worried?"
As Jones continued to look at the road, he noticed that the crying child in the folded woman's arms was missing. The flat-billed yellow duck in her hand was missing.
Something just fell, perhaps from a child's hand.
As the driver, Jones reminded her, and the wrinkled woman said "hmm", and Jones continued driving.
After driving for about five minutes, something strange happened, and Jones felt that his ears were much quieter.
It's not that the road is smoother, it's that the child in the folded woman's arms stopped crying.
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Maybe they are tired from crying. Children who are tired from crying probably need to take a rest.
Jones didn't think there was anything strange at the time.
But when he drove another distance, he found that the child was crying again.
Especially when the destination is almost reached, the children cry louder.
The Chosen One's intuition told Jones that something was wrong here.
But something was wrong, Jones began to wonder, and the speed of the car gradually slowed down.
Suddenly, he looked at the wrinkled woman in the passenger seat, and his heart suddenly shook.
"Fake, the trap turns out to be here!"
Already understanding the pitfalls of this level, Jones did not dare to move forward at all. Instead, he found a place to turn around and go back.
At this moment, Jones kept staring at the Pleated Woman out of the corner of his eye, and he was afraid that the Pleated Woman would suddenly attack him.
As time passed, Jones came to the place just now, where the child did not cry.
At this moment, Jones stepped on the brakes, pulled on the handbrake, and stayed there, motionless.
The audience outside the big screen didn't know what Jones was doing, but Jones knew that he had reached his destination.
Remember Rule 2 mentioned [Don’t care who the passengers are, as long as everyone on the bus is a passenger].
It is obvious here that the wrinkled woman is a passenger, and the child is obviously a passenger.
The focus of many Chosen Ones is on this pleated woman, and with the radio emphasizing her danger, it is easy to ignore the child.
This is the clever pitfall of the world of ghost stories. The chosen ones can inadvertently trigger the death conditions, but the death is just because the chosen ones did not pay attention to observation and did not make correct judgments.
Jones didn't know whether the pleated girl would pay the fare, but the child in her arms had already paid the fare.
The so-called fare is not necessarily money, it may be some kind of prop.
Jones just took a look. The flat-billed yellow duck in the child's hand fell somewhere, and the wrinkled girl didn't care.
This proves that there may be some kind of restraint between them.
And that flat-billed yellow duck is the so-called fare, and the child gave it 'on his own initiative'.
It's also easy to know where your child wants to be dropped off.
(End of chapter)