Chapter 476 The Driver's Storylate at night.
In the suburbs of Fuyuan City, the fog was thick, but the street lights were still on.
There were not many cars on the road at this time. A taxi was driving towards the city. Due to low visibility, the driver drove very slowly.
"What a damn bad luck!"
"What's wrong? Who pissed off my brother Zhao?"
Zhao Licheng, a 42-year-old taxi driver, had just received a big order. Two passengers were in a hurry 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.
Not fast.
Zhao Licheng found driving very boring.
So he called another night shift driver, and the two chatted on the phone, using the intercom. Other drivers could hear them, so some things were not convenient to say.
"Hey, you don't know, I was driving halfway when I really wanted to pee, and just when I was about to relieve myself on the side of the road, I saw a public toilet..."
"Brother Zhao, I just ran along your route two days ago, and I remember there was no public toilet!"
"It must be newly built. Don't interrupt me. Let me continue. I went in to flush the toilet, but it hit my shoe. I don't know which bastard put an urn in the toilet. It's really unethical. I have 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. It's late at night and there's no one around me... and why does the music over there sound so creepy?"
"I don't have this song in my music library!"
Zhao Licheng's voice also became flustered. He randomly pressed two buttons on the car stereo, and the song he switched to sounded even weirder than before.
"What kind of crappy song is this? I'm not expecting anything bad to happen to me."
"Brother Zhao, hurry up and go back to the public toilet and apologize, or else something bad will happen to you!"
"I've never seen anything like this before. How exactly should I apologize? Please give me some advice, brother!"
Zhao Licheng spoke in a panic.
But in fact, the expression on his face was that he was almost about to fly.
In the night taxi circle in Fuyuan City, Zhao Licheng's nickname is "Ethical Old Zhao". This guy likes to chat with other drivers online and tell some weird stories to scare people.
Therefore, there are now very few drivers who like to chat with Zhao Licheng alone at night.
Ma Peng is a newcomer who has been working in this industry for a short time. He calls everyone "brother" when he sees them, so Zhao Licheng plans to give him some trouble tonight.
The strange music playing on the speakers was one he had saved a long time ago.
The story about peeing into an urn in a public toilet was also something he made up just to tease Ma Peng, a young man who didn't even know his name.
An experienced driver like him, when he drives to the suburbs at night and has to pee urgently, how could he wait until he finds a toilet? He would just find a green belt to relieve himself and apply fertilizer at the same time.
Bang!
Zhao Licheng was enjoying bullying the young man when suddenly the whole car shook.
This is a car crash!
Zhao Licheng quickly stopped the car and looked back, only to see his taxi being rear-ended by a red car. He immediately became furious and got out of the car with his cell phone in hand and started cursing.
"It's foggy, and you're driving so fast. Don't you have eyes? Are you in a hurry to reincarnate? You fucking ..."
A man with a pale face walked out of the red car. It might be his first time to have a car accident. After he came out, he was trembling, lowered his head, and did not say a word, allowing Zhao Licheng to insult him.
Zhao Licheng cursed for a while, then found that his car was intact, without even a mark, so he rolled his eyes.
"Forget it, I have things to do, so I'll just take the loss and let's settle it privately."
The man nodded quickly, turned around, walked back to the red car, took out a stack of red banknotes and handed it to Zhao Licheng, mumbling something.
Zhao Licheng didn't care and took the money happily. Today was really his lucky day. He met a cowardly and stupid rich man. In this situation, he didn't even bargain and directly compensated 10,000 yuan.
Some people are like this, they are born timid, and once they encounter a traffic accident, they panic so much that they can't even speak fluently. They will do whatever the other party asks.
After getting the money.
Zhao Licheng looked at the red car curiously.
The collision just now almost made him fly, but there was not even a scratch on his car. Was it that the red car was too soft, or his taxi was too hard? While walking towards the red car, Zhao Licheng remembered that he was still talking to Ma Peng.
You can scare him, but you can't let the young man think that he is in trouble. If he calls the police, you will have to spend some time to deal with it.
"Peng, it's okay. It was just a small accident. It has been dealt with now."
“It’s all been taken care of now.”
"Brother Zhao, I'm so glad you're okay."
Zhao Licheng stood there in a daze, his whole body cold, as if he had fallen into an icy 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 are usually the ones who least believe in ghosts and gods, but Zhao Licheng is now deeply aware that some of the stories he often tells may be true!
He was clearly talking to Ma Peng on his cell phone, so why did his voice come through 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 already raised his head tremblingly. The man's face was as pale as paper, and blood was flowing from his eyes, ears, mouth and nose. The blood was reflected green by the street lights. He uttered the same sentence as before.
But this time Zhao Licheng understood what the man meant.
"I'm going to buy you!"
Zhao Licheng immediately looked down at the stack of red banknotes he had taken. The familiar feel instantly became rough. It was not a ten thousand yuan note, but a stack of rough ghost banknotes!
The man approached, swaying his body. The blood on his face made him look extremely terrifying. He spoke with a weird 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 can definitely help me find..."
Zhao Licheng no longer had the heart to listen to what this person had to say.
Now his only way to survive is the red car closest to him. Even if it is a ghost, it can't be faster than the car with the accelerator fully pressed...
But as soon as Zhao Licheng put his hand on the car, not only did his scalp feel numbed, his whole body felt numbed with fear.
The red car that had just collided with him turned into a red paper car in just a turn, and there was a large dent when he put his hand on it.
No wonder the paint on my car didn’t even come off after being rear-ended.
It turned out that what hit him was a paper car!
Zhao Licheng stood there in a daze, a bloody hand was placed on his shoulder and then gradually moved towards his face.
Wherever this hand touched, there was a sharp pain, as if... as if the skin was peeling off!
"Ah, ah!"
The old driver's shrill screams echoed on the road late at night.
After a while.
Zhao Licheng, with a pale face, returned to the taxi and sat down, pounding the steering wheel hard as if to vent his anger.
Jingle bell, jingle bell!
Zhao Licheng's cell phone rang and he reached out to answer the call.
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 to tell horror stories to scare people the most. If you scare me again, I won't chat with you anymore."
The muscles on Zhao Licheng's face twitched twice, and his face turned into a smile.
"I'm sorry, I was wrong this time. How about this? You choose a place and I'll treat you to a meal. That'll be your apology."
"Really?"
"Of course it's true. I hope you won't break your promise."
(End of this chapter)
