After the little boy finished speaking, the temperature in the car seemed to drop to freezing point, and the driver's face turned pale with a brush.
"Just one hand away?"
At one point, the driver thought it was an ear problem, and it was hard for him to believe that he would hear such words from a seven- or eight-year-old child.
His pupils twitched, and he involuntarily looked at the phone. The news did not describe the cause of the child's death in detail, but simply mentioned the cruelty of the murderer.
Because of the child's words, the atmosphere in the car suddenly became weird.
The driver's hand holding the steering wheel was soaked with sweat, the woman in the passenger seat was silent, and the child in the back seat clutched the black plastic bag tightly, with a smile that didn't match his age.
Of the few "people" in the car, only Chen Ge was normal, as if everything was under control.
He moved towards the child again, his voice was gentle and warm, but what he said made the driver driving in front of him sweat again.
"There's one more hand left? Are the other parts you've already found in this black bag?" Chen Ge looked at the bulging plastic bag: "Can I let my uncle take a look? After getting off the car, my uncle can help you. Find it together."
"No need." Seeing Chen Ge put his mind on the black bag, the smile on the child's face slowly faded.
"Actually, we are quite similar, and I'm looking for something." Chen Ge mentioned his backpack, which was much larger than a child's bag.
"You're looking too?" The child could smell the faint smell of blood emanating from Chen Ge's backpack. He felt that something was wrong, which was different from what he had imagined before getting into the car: "What are you looking for?"
"The things I'm looking for are in this car. When I find a suitable time, I'll put them all in a bag and take them away." Chen Ge is like a bad uncle who frightens children. The child next to him did not smile at all. The child could tell that Chen Ge was serious.
"They?" Unlike the child, the driver who was driving heard Chen Ge's words and almost used the brakes as the accelerator, and crashed into the woods.
He felt that the subtext of Chen Ge's words was to kill everyone in the car and put it in his backpack.
Thinking can't keep up with the conversation rhythm of the passengers in the back seat. The only thing in the car that can make the driver feel at ease is the woman sitting in the co-pilot. In his opinion, the woman in the co-pilot is weak and pitiful. If there is an accident, he will Run with that woman, and take care of each other.
"The situation is very complicated now. All I can do is to help more people in need while protecting myself!" The driver made up his mind in his heart. He secretly glanced at the co-pilot, and the poor woman seemed to be aware of it. When it came to the question, his fingers rested lightly on the driver's lap.
Chen Ge didn't know what role he played in the driver's script, and his attention was on the children next to him.
Now that you have met, make a friend and invite him to sit at your home.
The taxi drove forward for a while and came to a T-junction.
If you keep going forward, you will leave the eastern suburbs of Jiujiang and enter the county, and go the other way and you will reach the Bailongdong Tunnel.
"Which direction is your home?" The driver asked the woman very gentlemanly. The woman who kept her head lowered slowly raised her face and pointed to the direction of Bailong Cave.
"Bailongdong Tunnel?" People who have been renting in Jiujiang for a long time know that Bailongdong is a cursed road. Accidents occur frequently. There are many rumors about it, and even several versions of it have been derived. Weird story.
The driver's face became very bad. He forced himself to keep calm, turned his head and looked at the child with the bag: "Little boy, do you remember which direction your home is?"
The boy was a little unhappy sitting with Chen Ge, and he pouted towards the White Dragon Cave expressionlessly.
"Your home is there too? It seems that you belong to the same village." The driver was looking for a reason for himself, trying to comfort himself. He squeezed a smile and looked at Chen Ge again: "How about you?"
"I'm going in that direction too, but I advise you not to drive forward, let the two of them get off the bus, and then send me back to the place where the woman got on the bus just now." Chen Ge wanted to protect the driver, if He got out of the car with the woman and the child, and the driver went back alone. It was very likely that there would be an accident on the road, so he thought about accompany the driver to drive back for a while.
His starting point was good, but the driver didn't think so. Chen Ge gave him a very dangerous feeling. Now that there are so many people, it's okay to say that when he will be ordered by himself, he may not know what Chen Ge will do.
The more the driver thought about it, the more frightened it became. Chen Ge took a taxi to the wilderness alone at night, carrying a backpack that smelled of blood. In fact, what this person wanted to do was already very clear.
"Forget it, you are on the way, then I will just send you together." The driver sent his location to their company group, but the network was very poor, and the sending failed for a long time. He slowed down and hit again. After two messages are sent, the message still shows that the sending failed.
There are people in the car, but the driver has no sense of security at all. He wants to call the police, but he is worried about angering the passengers in the car and making them do irrational things.
Just when the driver was distressed, an old man walked out right in front of the T-junction. He was limping with a medicine box on his back.
This seems to be a herbalist. The eastern suburbs are surrounded by rivers and mountains, and the economy is not developed. However, because of this, the environment has not been damaged. There are many kinds of animals and plants in the mountains, and there are many scarce medicinal materials.
Different from artificial planting, medicinal materials picked in the wild are more expensive, so the elderly left behind in nearby villages often go into the mountains to collect medicinal herbs.
When the old man went down the mountain, he seemed to have fallen, his right leg was slightly deformed, his clothes were torn by branches, and there was still a blood stain on his trousers.
He walked past the taxi, glanced into the car unconsciously, his eyes slowly widened, speeding up, and limping towards the distance.
Seeing the old man's facial expressions change with his own eyes, the driver panicked even more.
He opened the car window and wanted to ask the old man, but when he looked out the car window, the lame old man was gone.
"Can you walk so fast with a lame leg?"
The back of his hand felt a chill, and the driver was so frightened that he turned around and saw that the woman in the co-pilot put her hand on the back of his hand.
"What's wrong?"
The woman pointed to the White Dragon Cave and motioned for him to hurry over.
When the driver turned, Chen Ge also said, "Did anyone pass by outside the car just now? Who are you talking to?"
"An old man with a leg problem carrying a bamboo basket, didn't you see it? He was still parked beside our car for a while!" The driver's voice became louder.
Chen Ge shook his head, there were only the shadows of swaying trees outside the car, and no old man passed by at all.