Aoba Office

The number there turned into a countdown, counting down every second.

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

The change in speed formed a parabola, and it stopped after reaching another intersection.

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

"No... I should have arrived... Wrong, wrong way..." The driver muttered to himself, and his eyes moved to the display screen on the center console.

The number there changes to "00:17".

"No...no..." The driver almost shouted twice in fear, and suddenly reached out to pull the driver's door.

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

"No! Let me out! Let me out quickly!" the driver yelled, slapping the window glass and hitting the window glass with his elbow. He unbuckled his seat belt, half-lying on the seat, and kicked the windshield with both feet.

Various methods have been tried, but those glass sides are extremely strong. No matter what he did, he couldn't destroy them.

He gasped for air and muttered a few meaningless curse words.

The countdown has reached "5".

I heard him cry and knew he was crying.

"No, no, no... don't..." He pressed the buttons on the center console randomly, turning on the radio for a while and turning on the car lights for a while. Only that number is out of control.

Five seconds passed in the blink of an eye.

Numbers return 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 light was turned on, and the rear dome light was also turned on.

Suddenly, the interior of the car was illuminated by yellow lights.

The driver's eyes widened.

The four zeros also changed at this time, turning into an FM band. The number jumped from "14.2" to "129.2", then dropped sharply and stopped at "72.5".

Different sounds came from the speakers, distorted voices, singing, rustling. After the numbers were frozen, the sounds also settled on a slight rustling sound.

The rustling sound was like electromagnetic interference, causing a slight glitch in the broadcast.

The next moment, the car's wipers were activated and began to swing rapidly. At the same time, the rustling sound was replaced by intense rock music. The swaying wipers are like the crazy waving arms of fans at a concert.

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

The sound that made the car tremble suddenly disappeared.

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

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

The old hand retracted.

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

The hand pulled the seat belt next to the seat and fastened it. The black seat belt just cuts the word "longevity" into two.

The driver's eyes moved up and he saw an old lady with white hair and wrinkles on her face, her face painted a similar color to her hair. In addition to foundation, the old lady also put on lipstick. The dry lips were bright red, and when they were opened, they revealed neat teeth that were as white as the face.

"Young man, could you please take me to the crematorium on the way?" the old lady said with a smile.

The driver trembled, turned slowly, and held the steering wheel with both hands.

"Young man, you're not wearing a seat belt." The old lady spoke again.

The driver shivered and stiffly fastened his seat belt.

The vehicle restarts.

The lights inside the car were not turned off.

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

The time reached 4:30, and there was a little more light source outside the range of the car lights.

The square luminous object seemed to be a signboard, similar to the light box of a street shop, but the word "Crematorium" was printed on it.

The car stopped next to the light box.

The old lady unbuckled her seat belt and said with a smile: "Thank you very much, young man."

She opened the car door and slowly got out of the car.

Several figures ran out of the darkness behind the light box. Those people wore blue work clothes and walked past the other side of the car with expressionless faces, turning a blind eye to the old lady.

When the old lady passed the light box, her whole body seemed to be translucent, blending into the darkness.

The rear door was opened, and someone got into the back of the car, and there was a rush of activity.

The weight of the car's back compartment suddenly became lighter. The rear door was closed.

Those people didn't speak. When they appeared in the driver's field of vision again, they were already carrying the coffin.

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

When the coffin bearers passed by the light box, the light from the light box shone on the coffin.

The chrysanthemum on the coffin door disappeared. The small door suddenly opened, revealing the face of the person inside.

The man's eyes were wide open, his face was pale, and it was a little green when illuminated by the light from the light box.

The driver's eyes widened at this time.

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

The coffin bearer closed the small door of the coffin and walked into the darkness with the coffin.

"No!" the driver yelled, opened the door and jumped out.

When his feet hit the ground, the light box was gone.

In the darkness, only the funeral car radiated light.

The driver reached the limit of the range of the car's headlights and suddenly fell to his knees.

His despair surged directly through my perception like a tsunami.

My consciousness became drowsy, and I suddenly felt myself returning to the bumpy vehicle.

The broken funeral car was full of holes, and the red time numbers on the display were beating, changing between "03:15" and "03:16". The rear compartment light is on. I could see in the rearview mirror that it was empty, no coffin.

The rear door opened at some point, and as the vehicle moved, it opened and closed, making a constant banging 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 despair of death.

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

The car suddenly entered a black tunnel, and except for the two groups of light illuminated by the headlights, nothing else could be seen.

The driver was breathing heavily, as if he had escaped danger and was temporarily safe.

At this moment, blood spurted out from the driver's abdomen and hit the windshield, staining it blood red.

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

This seems to be the high-rise corridor of a shopping mall. At this moment, only the light of the emergency lights barely illuminated the surrounding environment.

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

It was dark inside 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 everything else was pitch black.

Soon, the small window was blocked by a figure.

I felt the same as him, and instantly felt the sharp pain from my soul.

I woke up from the pain and found myself lying on the bed, with the faint light of the laptop's indicator light in the room.

It was still dark, the night was still deep, and everything was quiet.

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

It's 3:19 am.

If the date is correct, I just saw the driver being killed in my dream.

I looked at the laptop that was still powered off and woke it up from standby.

The interface of the audio playback software still remains on the screen.

Just on the keyboard of my laptop, that file remains in the same state as it was before I went to bed, neatly placed.

I packed these in a hurry and crept out of the house.