The numbers there become a countdown, and every second, counts down.

The car was not disturbed again, and after turning left at the next intersection, it passed two intersections and turned right again.

The change in the speed of the car formed a parabola and stopped after driving to another intersection.

I felt the big drops of sweat running down the driver's body.

"That's not right...... It should have arrived...... Wrong, wrong ......" muttered the driver, his eyes moving to the display in the center console.

The number there became "00:17".

"No...... Don't ......" The driver shouted twice in almost fear, and suddenly reached for the driver's door.

The door was unlocked, but no matter how much he pulled it, it didn't respond.

"Nope! Let me out! Let me out! The driver yelled, slammed the window glass and hit the window glass with his elbow. He unbuckled his seatbelt and half-reclined in his seat, kicking the windshield with both feet.

All sorts of things were tried, but the glass was sturdy. No matter what he did, he couldn't destroy them.

He gasped for breath and muttered a few meaningless curses.

The countdown has reached "5".

I heard him crying and knew he was crying.

"No, no, no...... Don't ......" he pressed the cases in the center console indiscriminately, turning on the radio for a while, and turning on the headlights for a while. Only that number, uncontrolled.

Five seconds passed in the blink of an eye.

The number is reset to zero.

The number "00:00" is like a death sentence.

The driver held his breath.

With a snap, the lights inside the car turned on.

The driver's seat lights were turned on, as were the rear cab overhead lights.

All of a sudden, the interior of the car was illuminated by yellow lights.

The driver's eyes widened.

The four zeros also changed at this point, becoming the FM band, and the number jumped from "14.2" to "129.2", and then dropped sharply, stopping at "72.5".

Different voices came from the horns, distorted vocals, singing, rustling. After the numbers freeze, the sounds are also frozen on a slight rustle.

The rustling sound was like electromagnetic interference, which caused a little trouble on the radio.

The next moment, the windshield wipers of the car were activated and began to sway rapidly, and at the same time, the rustle was replaced by fierce rock songs. The swaying wipers are like the crazy arms of the fans in a concert.

The driver covered his ears and closed his eyes in pain.

The sound of the car trembling suddenly disappeared.

The driver opened his eyes and saw a crumpled hand moving from the buttons on the center console.

The broadcast was turned off and the number displayed on the screen changed to "4:19".

The old hand was retracted.

The driver's gaze followed the hand and saw a pair of navy blue pants and a red embroidered blouse. In the middle of the jacket is the word "Shou".

The hand tugged at the seat belt next to the seat and fastened it on. The black seat belt just turns the word "Shou" into two.

The driver's gaze moved up to see an old lady with white hair, a wrinkled face, and a face painted similar to the color of her hair. In addition to foundation, the old lady also wore lipstick. The shriveled lips were bright red, and when opened, they showed neat teeth that were as white as their faces.

"Young man, please drop me off at the crematorium." The old lady said with a smile.

The driver shuddered, slowly turned around, and grasped the steering wheel with both hands.

"Boy, you're not wearing a seatbelt." The old lady spoke again.

The driver shuddered and stiffened himself on his seat belt.

The vehicle is restarted.

The lights in the car are not turned off.

The car didn't turn, and just went straight.

At 4:30 a.m., there was a little more light source outside the range of the headlights.

The boxy glow appears to be a signboard, similar to the light box of a street-side shop, but with the words "Crematorium" printed on it.

The car stopped next to the light box.

The old lady unbuckled her seatbelt and said with a smile, "Thank you, young man." ”

She pulled open the door and slowly got out of the car.

Several figures emerged from the darkness behind the light box. The men, dressed in blue overalls, walked past the other side of the car with expressionless faces, ignoring the old lady.

When the old lady passed by the light box, the whole person seemed to be translucent, and it blended into the darkness like that.

The rear door was opened, and someone got into the back of the car, busy.

The weight of the rear compartment of the car suddenly became lighter. The rear door was shut.

Those people did not speak, and when they reappeared in the driver's field of vision, they were already carrying the coffin.

The driver breathed a sigh of relief and was about to start the car and leave.

When the people carrying the coffin passed by the light box, the light of the light box shone on the coffin.

The chrysanthemum on the small door of the coffin did not know when it was gone. The small door opened abruptly, revealing the faces of the people inside.

The man's eyes were wide open, his face was pale, and he was a little blue in the light of the light box.

The driver's eyes widened at this point.

The front windshield reflects the driver's reflection. His face was exactly the same as the face in the coffin.

The person carrying the coffin casually closed the small door of the coffin, and with the coffin, the figure entered the darkness together.

"No!" The driver yelled, pulled the door and jumped in.

When his feet hit the ground, the lightbox was gone.

In the darkness, only the funeral car shone brightly.

The driver reached the limit of the range of the headlights and fell to his knees.

His despair churned directly through my perception like a tsunami.

My consciousness was drowsy for a moment, and I suddenly felt myself back in a bumpy vehicle.

The broken funeral car is riddled with holes, and the red time numbers on the display are jumping, changing between "03:15" and "03:16". The rear compartment lights are on. As you can see in the rearview mirror, it's empty and there are no coffins.

The rear door doesn't know when it opened, and as the vehicle runs, it opens and closes, making a non-stop crashing sound.

The driver coughed twice and vomited blood again.

The despair in his heart at this moment was exactly the same as the situation in his memory.

It was out of the despair of death.

With a bang, the rear door closed, and this time it was never opened again. The lights in the rear compartment were also turned off.

The car suddenly entered the black tunnel, and it was impossible to see anything except the two lights illuminated by the headlights.

The driver gasped heavily, as if he had escaped and was safe for the time being.

At that moment, blood splattered from the driver's abdomen and slammed onto the windshield, staining it blood-red.

The driver screamed, his hand shook, the steering wheel spun around, and the car suddenly rushed out of the darkness and appeared in the indoor space.

This seems to be the high-rise corridor of the mall. At the moment, there is only the light of emergency lights, barely illuminating the surroundings.

The driver wanted to turn back, but he had no strength, so he could only raise his eyes slightly and look in the rearview mirror.

It was pitch black in the back compartment.

The driver's body twitched twice, and suddenly flew backwards, breaking through the thin iron sheet and landing in the back compartment.

All he could see was the glass window, and everywhere else was darkness that he couldn't see.

Soon, the small window was blocked by a figure.

I empathized with him, and instantly felt a sharp pain from my soul.

I woke up in pain and found myself lying on my bed, with the faint glow of a laptop light inside.

It was not yet dawn, the night was still deep, and it was quiet all around.

I slowly sat up from the bed, grabbed my phone, and looked at the time.

It's 3:19 a.m.

If the date is correct, I just saw the killing of the driver in a dream.

I glanced at my laptop and woke it up from standby.

The interface of the audio playback software is still stuck on the screen.

Even on the keyboard of my notebook, the file was in the same state I had before I went to bed, and it was well placed.

I hurriedly packed it up and tiptoed out of the house.

(End of chapter)