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The environment changes suddenly.

Suddenly from the empty suburbs to the bustling city center, I saw a huge screen on the pedestrian street.

The sight didn't last long.

The bright day turned into night.

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 The neon lights in the distance have been replaced by darkness, with only the moonlight hanging overhead.

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

There is an artistic calendar and clock on Cultural Road.

What surprised me was that the date displayed above was "tomorrow", the "tomorrow" when I found Ye Qing and rushed home to look at the files.

The giant screen in the pedestrian street did not display this time before.

Just when I was confused, the car suddenly stopped.

The harsh brakes were particularly harsh in the silent night, as if someone cut through the night with a knife and let the whole world wake up.

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

A stream of yin energy poured out, like a broken gasoline barrel. The gasoline spurted 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 is also a smell of smoke, a bit like the smell that lingers in the cemetery-the smell of burning paper money.

The car's accelerator was depressed again.

This time, the car went straight forward and rushed towards the artistic calendar.

The wooden sign surrounded by flowers was not broken. The car passed directly through the artwork and the art gallery behind it. It made a sharp turn and whizzed past the library and coffee shop.

It seemed to be running away in a hurry, trying to avoid something.

In my field of vision, in the driver's peripheral vision, a bright red color appeared on his abdomen.

He looked injured.

I don't know if his wound is growing or if it's bleeding. That little bit of red quickly turned into a large pool of red, changing from bright red to dark red.

"cough!"

The driver coughed up blood, and it fell on his body again in dots.

The car shook abnormally, as if it was being shaken in the palm of a giant's hand. After such a bump, the environment inside the car changed somewhat.

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

The structure of the car has also changed, from an ordinary private car to a van. After the driver's seat and the passenger's seat, there is an iron sheet that divides the entire car into two halves, with a window in the middle that allows people to see the back of the car.

My consciousness was momentarily confused.

It was the strong awareness of the driver that rushed into my mind.

I was still in the car, but now I no longer saw the car through the rearview mirror, but directly received the driver's consciousness. The driver knows this car very well.

This is a funeral car. It is a funeral car that transports corpses. It has a black appearance and the words "Funeral Car" are plastered on the body, doors, and front cover.

The car suddenly shook slightly and tilted backward slightly. Something was being carried onto the car. It was self-evident what it would be.

Someone was moving around in the back, and I knew they were fixing the coffin.

The brown solid wood coffin has a typical Western style. The lid can be opened halfway to reveal the face of the deceased for people to pay their respects. There are also flowers stuck on the small door. White and yellow chrysanthemums represent the mourning of the deceased by relatives and friends.

I even know what the corpse looks like.

That was an old lady, and her normal death could be regarded as a happy mourning.

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

The faint crying behind the car suddenly amplified and turned into sad cries. Family members began to bid farewell to the deceased.

The funeral car also started moving, its lights turned on, illuminating the road ahead. The car accelerated slowly and left the community.

The time displayed on the car's center console was three o'clock in the morning. The red numbers give people a cruel impression.

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

The residential buildings we passed along the way were dark, but it seemed like someone was standing in them, peering out.

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

The cries of the family members gradually faded away and became intermittent.

The atmosphere was eerie and tense.

After leaving the community and entering the city's roads, I discovered that not only that community was asleep, but the entire city was as well.

There were no street lights and it was difficult to see the surroundings clearly. However, the funeral car was probably the only one driving on the road, with no vehicles or pedestrians. The shops are closed.

I don't know where this is. The driver now has no such information in his consciousness, and I now see no signs or street names for the city.

A funeral at three in the morning is strange, but it may not be a special custom.

What I am sure of is that the driver is now alive.

I felt his breathing and heartbeat.

The time arrived at 3:30, and 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 three intersections straight.

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

In the light of the headlights, the fourth intersection appeared.

The driver turned the steering wheel and turned right.

There was a loud bang from the right, and the ground shook, as if something heavy fell to the ground.

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

I heard a harsh scratching sound on the iron plate on the right side of the car. The car tilted to the left. After a 180-degree U-turn, the two tires on the right landed again and started to rotate wildly.

The car sped out all of a sudden.

The coffin in the back compartment made a sound, as if the coffin had moved due to the violent impact just now.

"Damn, damn, damn..." the driver complained loudly, gritted his teeth and slapped the steering wheel. After turning again, he flicked and stopped in place.

"Huh...huh...huh..." The driver gasped for air and turned on the dome light in the car.

His eyes stared straight ahead.

The area ahead was dark except for the area illuminated by the headlights.

Among the two overlapping masses of light, there were traces left by the friction of car tires.

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

With trembling hands, he reached for the switch on the center console, but did not press it.

After a long pause, he closed his eyes and exerted force with his hands.

The back compartment lit up.

The coffin was still there, the four top corners were fixed, and it looked like there was no problem.

The driver took a big breath, turned off the lights, and restarted the car.

This time, the car was moving slowly and slowly.

I noticed in the driver's peripheral vision that the red numbers on the display on the center console had changed. The time now should be past 3:30, 3:40 or 3:50. The number displayed there was "02:99", and the next second it changed to "02:98".