After driving for a while, Jones still has very good control over the taxi.
He successfully parked the car next to the passenger so that the passenger could get into the car better.
As the door opened, the passenger in black entered the back seat of the taxi.
Jones was afraid of being trapped, so he didn't look in the rearview mirror. He turned around and looked directly at the passenger, first confirming whether it was a man or a woman.
The person who got on the bus was obviously a male, somewhat young, and the same person who waved just now.
He didn't understand why this passenger was wearing sunglasses at night. Was he blind?
"Where are you going?" Jones asked.
"Look at my outfit, where do I look like I'm going?" the passenger in black asked with a smile on his face.
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Jones was speechless for a moment and even sensed danger, having the urge to abandon the car and run away.
Brother, are you really a terrorist? I haven't offended you either.
And there can't be a bomb in your black suitcase.
Having just heard the news about terrorists on the radio, Jones naturally thought of it.
Coupled with the strange smile of the passenger in black, Jones felt more and more that something was wrong.
Thinking of this, Jones became more and more frightened.
When Jones didn't answer, the passenger in black smiled awkwardly and said, "Just kidding, I was invited to a late-night party. I thought you could tell something by seeing me dressed so formally."
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The passenger in black told him where he was going, which was a villa on the edge of a cliff. There was a special party tonight, and he also told the specific location.
Jones will be speechless, I can see the ghost.
The first day I took a taxi, I encountered either strange people or murderers. Now there are also terrorists carrying bombs. Is it easy for me?
Jones felt that the lie detector duck did not vibrate, indicating that the guy seemed to be telling the truth.
Then Jones stepped on the accelerator, started the taxi, and set off to the destination he said.
This was a male passenger, so Jones tried to find a way to open up the topic, get information from the chat, and use a polygraph duck to determine whether he was lying.
"How many people are there in your party? Are they all wearing this kind of clothes?" Jones said while looking at the road carefully.
"I don't know how many people there are. I think it's a high-end party, so they dress more formally. I rented these clothes." The passenger in black replied.
What he said made Jones doubt whether he would have money to pay the fare later.
"What is this box of yours? Is it a dangerous item?"
"I don't know what's in the box. The person who invited me to the party gave it to me and said he would take it with him when the time comes."
When the passenger in black said this, the lie detector duck didn't even tremble.
It shows that he really doesn't know what's inside.
This guy was a talker, and Jones actually told him a lot of information without asking too many questions.
For example, he tried to open the box, but the box not only had a password, but also needed a key. He tried many times to no avail.
In fact, if there was only a password, Jones felt that he might be able to open it with luck.
But if you still have the key, there is really nothing you can do.
But what if there were terrorists inside who gave the black-clad passenger a trick to lure him to a certain place and then detonated a bomb?
Jones could also deduce that there must be many people carrying black boxes at the cliff villa they were going to next.
Then there must be bombs in these black boxes.
Maybe the person holding the black box didn't even know it.
Jones began to envision the dangers he might encounter later. After the taxi arrives at the villa, he most likely won't be able to run away and will continue to cycle until the 'key person' is taken out.
This had happened several times, and Jones didn't want to waste more gas.
So, shouldn't my mission be to find out which box contains the bomb among so many people entering the villa?
When he thought about this, Jones started to feel dizzy.
After taking a look at the fuel tank gauge, he saw that there was still about a quarter of the fuel left, which should be enough for a few hours of driving. Jones didn't even bother to complain about how quickly this car consumed fuel.
The top priority now may be to find a place to refuel first, otherwise even if you reach the designated place, you will be in danger because you have no fuel when you come back.
After judging the target, Jones tried to ask the passenger in black: "Do you know if there is a place to refuel nearby, or a store that sells goods?"
Jones actually felt that there was not much hope, so he asked casually.
But the truth was just as he thought, it was of no use at all. The passenger in black talked a lot of nonsense, and in summary, he just didn't know.
While driving, Jones carefully observed the surrounding environment to see if there were any buildings or passers-by.
After driving for about seven and a half minutes, a strange figure appeared on the side of the dim road.
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He was holding a hoe, as if he was digging something on the roadside, and the soil he threw spilled onto the road.
Instinct told Jones that something must have happened, so he slowed down slowly to see who was on the side of the road.
But as the taxi approached, Jones suddenly felt his scalp numb.
In front of the dim headlights, I saw a man digging a hole. This man was tall and wearing shabby clothes, but the clothes had long been soaked in blood and became mottled.
At first glance, it looks like a scarecrow that scares birds in the rice fields, with no human feel.
Jones' heartbeat couldn't help but accelerate. He tried to keep calm, trying to see the scarecrow's face clearly.
But that face, or that thing that couldn't be called a face at all, was just made of a mess of straw and dry vines, with a few drops of bright red blood hanging on it, shining in the dim light. Weird light.
There are actually two dark glass balls stuck in the scarecrow's eyes, and they shine faintly in the darkness.
It didn't seem to sense Jones' arrival, nor did it have any intention of stopping the car. It still held a rusty shovel in its hand, digging a hole in the ground beside the road.
Next to the pit, five cold corpses were lying.
These corpses have been crushed beyond recognition, some have twisted limbs, some have cracked heads, and some even have incomplete corpses, leaving only broken torsos and limbs scattered on the ground.
If the chosen one opens the window, he can still smell the nauseating stench.
Jones was so frightened when he saw this scene at night.
The terrifying image of the scarecrow, coupled with the five corpses, made him think of strange murders.
This scarecrow is definitely weird. Since he didn't wave, Jones would rather miss this order than let him get in the car.
According to Jones' experience, at this stage, not all events may need to be dealt with, and some events may be traps that delay time.
I'd better go through the main line first, which is the boarding requirement for passengers in black.
So Jones stepped on the accelerator, and the taxi sped away with a buzz, kicking up a cloud of dust.
After running far away, Jones breathed a sigh of relief. He could still hear the passenger in black in the back seat gasping in shock.
It seemed that he was also frightened by the scene just now.
After the taxi drove out for a while, the talkative passenger in black said: "I was scared to death just now. When I saw you slowing down, I thought you were going to stop."
From the perspective of the passengers in black, the strange scarecrow just now was also very scary.
But as soon as he finished saying this, the car suddenly stopped!
(End of chapter)