The environment changes suddenly.

Suddenly from the empty suburbs to the bustling city center, I saw huge screens on the pedestrian streets.

The sight didn't last long.

Bright days turn into night.

It's late at night, not only have the big screens on the pedestrian street been turned off, but all the shops have also closed, and the neon lights in the distance have been replaced by darkness, with only the moonlight hanging overhead.

The car drove for a while, crossed the pedestrian street, and arrived at the quiet Wenhua Road.

There is an art calendar and clock on the Cultural Road.

To my surprise, the date shown above was "tomorrow", the "tomorrow" when I looked for Ye Qing and rushed home to look at the file.

The giant screen on the pedestrian street did not show this time.

Just as I was wondering, the car slammed to a stop.

The piercing brakes were particularly harsh in the silent night, as if someone had cut through the night with a knife and awakened the whole world.

There was no rising sun and no lights on, but the air inside the taxi had changed.

A puff of yin poured out, like a broken gasoline barrel, gasoline spewed out, and the smell of gasoline filled the entire taxi.

This is not a simple metaphor, but this yin qi is a strange smell of gasoline.

In addition to the smell of gasoline, there was also the smell of smoke, a bit like the smell of hovering in the cemetery — the smell of burning paper money.

The car's accelerator was pressed again.

This time, the car went straight ahead and rushed to the art calendar.

The wooden plaque surrounded by flowers was not shattered. The car passed directly through the artwork and then through the art museum behind it, and in a sharp turn, it whizzed past the library and the coffee shop one after another.

It seemed to be running away in a hurry, and it didn't know what it was trying to dodge.

In my field of vision, in the driver's peripheral vision, there was a little blush on his abdomen.

He appeared to be injured.

I don't know if his wounds are expanding or if they're bleeding. That little bit of red quickly turned into a large puddle of red, and from bright red to dark red.

"Ahem!"

The driver coughed up blood and landed on his body, again dotted with stars.

The car shook abnormally, as if it had been pinched in the palm of a giant's hand. After such a bump, the environment inside the car changed a bit.

The interior of the car was originally typical of a taxi, with the driver's seat isolated and a protective baffle. The car is equipped with a meter and a small screen for advertising. Now, all of this is gone.

The structure of the car has also changed, and it has changed from a general private car to a van. Behind the driver's seat and the passenger seat is an iron sheet that divides the car in half, with a window in the middle to allow people to see the rear of the car.

There was a momentary confusion in my consciousness.

It was the driver's strong consciousness that rushed into my mind.

I'm still in the car, but instead of seeing it in the rearview mirror, I'm directly aware of the driver. The driver knows this car very well.

This is a funeral car, a funeral car that transports corpses, with a black appearance, and the words "funeral car" are pasted on the body, doors, and front cover.

The car suddenly shook slightly and leaned back slightly. Something was lifted into the car. What that would be, it goes without saying.

Someone was walking around in the back compartment, and I knew it was securing the coffin.

The brown solid wood coffin, a typical Western-style shape, can be ajar open, revealing the face of the deceased, for people to admire. The small door was also glued with flowers, and the white and yellow chrysanthemums represented the condolences of relatives and friends for the deceased.

I even know what the corpse looks like.

It was an old lady who died normally, which can be regarded as a happy funeral.

There is a new movement in the rear compartment, and the weight is reduced a bit. The back door was closed and locked, and someone tapped the rear door.

The faint cry behind the car suddenly amplified and turned into a sad cry. Family members began to see off the deceased.

The funeral car also started, and the lights turned on, illuminating the road ahead. The car slowed down and drove away from the complex.

The time displayed on the car's center console was 3 a.m. The red number gives the impression of cruelty.

Apart from the headlights and these numbers, there is no other light source.

The residential buildings you pass along the way are all dark, but it seems that someone is standing in them, watching outside.

No one turned on the lights, and no one made a sound.

The painful weeping of the family members gradually faded away, and became intermittent.

The atmosphere was eerie and tense.

When I came out of the neighborhood and into the city road, I realized that it was not only the neighborhood that fell into a deep sleep, but the whole city.

There are no street lights, so you can't see the surroundings clearly, but there should be only this funeral car driving on the road, no vehicles, no pedestrians. The shops are closed.

I don't know where this is. Drivers don't have this information in their minds right now, and I don't see the city's markers or road names right now.

The funeral at three o'clock in the morning is strange, but it is not necessarily a special custom.

What I know for sure is that the driver is now a living person.

I felt his breathing and his heartbeat.

At 3:30 a.m., the vehicle had been driving for thirty minutes and still had not reached its destination.

Along the way, the car did not encounter traffic lights and passed straight through three intersections.

"Fourth, turn right ......," the driver muttered suddenly.

In the glow of the headlights, the fourth intersection appears.

The driver hit the steering wheel and was about to turn right.

There was a loud bang, a loud bang came from the right, and the ground trembled, as if something heavy had fallen on the ground.

The driver's heart contracted violently, and he quickly turned the steering wheel to the left.

I heard a screeching scraping sound on the iron sheet on the right side of the car, the car leaned to the left, and after a 180-degree U-turn, the two tires on the right hit the ground again and spun wildly.

The car sprang out at once.

The coffin in the back compartment made a noise, as if the coffin had moved because of the violent impact just now.

"Damn it...... the damn damn " the driver grumbled, patted the steering wheel through gritted teeth, and after turning again, flicked his tail and stopped in place.

"Whew...... Call...... ...... driver gasped for air and turned on the roof lights in the car.

His eyes were fixed on the front.

Except for the area illuminated by the headlights, it was dark everywhere ahead.

In the overlapping light, there were traces left by the friction of the tires.

The driver swallowed and turned his head to look at the small window behind him.

His hand trembled, and he felt for the switch on the center console, but didn't press it.

After a long period of stagnation, he closed his eyes and strained his hands.

The back compartment lit up.

The coffin is still there, the four top corners are fastened, and it seems that there is no problem.

The driver exhaled heavily, turned off the lights, and restarted the car.

This time, the car was moving very slowly, moving slowly.

I noticed that in the driver's peripheral vision, the display on the center console, the red numbers changed. It should have been past 3:30 a.m., 3:40 a.m. or 3:50 a.m. The number shown there is "02:99", and the next second, it becomes "02:98".

(End of chapter)