I am a full-level celestial master, you let me enter the strange talk of rules?

After driving for a while, Jones has mastered the control of the taxi very well.

He successfully parked the car next to the passenger so that the passenger could get on the car better.

With the sound of the car door being opened, the passenger in black entered the back seat of the taxi.

Jones was afraid of being cheated, so he didn't look in the rearview mirror. He turned his head and looked straight at the passenger to make sure whether it was a man or a woman first.

The person who got on the bus was obviously a man, somewhat young, and the same person who had just waved.

One thing he didn't understand was why the passenger was wearing sunglasses so late at night. Was he blind?
"Where are you going?" Jones asked.

"Look at me dressed like this. Where do I look like I'm going?" the passenger in black asked with a smile.

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Jones was speechless for a moment, and even felt the danger, and had an urge to abandon the car and run away.

Buddy, you are not really a terrorist, are you? I haven't offended you.

And there wouldn’t be a bomb in that black suitcase of yours.

Jones naturally thought of the terrorists when he just heard the news on the radio.

Coupled with the strange smile of the passenger in black, Jones felt more and more that something was wrong.

Thinking of this, Jones became more and more afraid.

Seeing Jones didn't answer, the black-clad passenger smiled awkwardly and said, "It was just a joke. I was invited to a late-night party. I thought you could tell something from my formal attire."

The passenger in black then told the place he wanted to go, which was a villa on a cliff, where there would be a special party tonight, and he also told the specific location.

Jones will be speechless at this point, I can see a ghost.

It's my first day driving a taxi. I either encounter weird people or murderers. Now there are terrorists carrying bombs. Is it easy for me?

Jones felt no vibration on the polygraph duck, indicating that what this guy said seemed to be correct.

Then Jones stepped on the accelerator, started the taxi, and set off to the destination he had specified.

This was a male passenger, so Jones tried to find a way to start a conversation, get information from the conversation, and use a polygraph tester to determine whether he was lying.

"How many people are there in your party? Are they all wearing this kind of clothes?" Jones said while looking at the road carefully.

"I don't know how many people there are. I think it's a high-end party, so I dressed more formally. I rented this dress." The passenger in black replied.

What he said was so gratifying that Jones doubted whether he would have the money to pay for the taxi fare.

"What is this box of yours? Is it something dangerous?"

"I don't know what's in the box. The person who invited me to the party gave it to me and told me to bring it over when the time comes."

When the passenger in black said this, the polygraph duck did not vibrate.

This means he really doesn't know what's inside.

This guy was a chatterbox, and even though Jones didn't ask many questions, he revealed a lot of information.

For example, he tried to open the box, but the box not only had a password, but also required a key. He tried many times but it was useless.

In fact, if there was just a password, Jones felt that he might be able to open it by luck.

But if there is still a key, then there is really nothing we can do.

But what if the terrorists gave the black-clad passenger a bomb, lured him to go somewhere, and then detonated the bomb?

Jones could also infer that there must be many people carrying black boxes in the cliff villa they were going to next.

Then there must be bombs in these black boxes.

Maybe the person holding the black box doesn't even know it.

Jones began to anticipate the dangers he might encounter later. After the taxi arrived at the villa, he would most likely not be able to escape, and would have to keep repeating the process until he got the "key person" out.

This had happened several times before, and Jones didn't want to waste any more gas.

So my task is to find out which box contains the bomb among so many people entering the villa, right?

Jones started to feel overwhelmed when he thought about this.

He glanced at the fuel tank gauge and saw that there was about a quarter of the gas left, which should be enough for an hour or so. Jones was too lazy to complain about how quickly the car consumed fuel.

The most urgent task now may be to find a place to refuel. Otherwise, even if we reach the designated location, we will be in danger when we come back because we have no oil.

After determining the target, Jones tried to ask the black-clad passenger: "Do you know if there's a gas station nearby, or a store selling things?"

Jones actually didn't think there was much hope, so he just asked casually.

But the fact was just as he thought, it was completely useless. The passenger in black said a lot of nonsense, and the summary was that he didn't know.

While driving, Jones carefully observed the surrounding environment to see if there were any buildings or passers-by.

After driving for about seven and a half minutes, a strange figure appeared on the side of the dim road.

He was holding a hoe and seemed to be digging something on the side of the road, and the soil he threw out was all over the road.

Jones' intuition told him that something must have happened, so he slowed down and wanted to see who was on the side of the road.

But when the taxi approached, Jones felt his scalp tingling.

In front of the dim headlights, I saw a man digging a hole. The man was tall and wore tattered clothes, but the clothes had already been stained with blood and became mottled.

At first glance, it looks like a scarecrow used to scare birds in a rice field, and it doesn't look like there is anyone there.

Jones' heart beat faster and he tried to stay calm so that he could see the scarecrow's face clearly.

But that face, or rather, that thing that could not be called a face at all, was just a pile of messy straw and dry vines woven together, with a few drops of bright red blood hanging on it, flashing strangely under the dim light.

There were two black glass balls inserted in the scarecrow's eyes, which were flashing faint light in the dark.

It didn't seem to sense Jones's arrival, nor did it intend to stop the car. It was still holding a rusty shovel in its hand, digging a hole in the ground beside the road.

Next to the pit, there were five cold bodies lying.

These corpses had been crushed beyond recognition, some had twisted limbs, some had broken heads, and some were even incomplete, with only broken torsos and limbs left scattered on the ground.

If the chosen one opens the window, he will be able to smell the disgusting stench.

Jones was terrified when he saw this scene late at night.

The terrifying image of the scarecrow, coupled with the five corpses, already made strange murders appear in his mind.

This scarecrow was definitely weird, and since he didn't wave, Jones would rather miss the order than let him get in the car.

According to Jones' experience, at this stage, perhaps not all events need to be dealt with, and some events may be trap events that waste time.

You should go through the main line first, which is the requirements for passengers in black.

So Jones stepped on the accelerator, and the taxi sped away with a hum, kicking up a cloud of dust.

After running far away, Jones breathed a sigh of relief. He could also hear the black-clad passenger in the back seat breathing heavily, a little frightened.

It seems that he was also frightened by the scene just now.

After the taxi had been driving for a while, the chatty passenger in black said, "I was so scared just now. When I saw you slowing down, I thought you were going to stop the car."

In the eyes of the passengers in black, the strange scarecrow was also very scary.

But as soon as he finished saying this, the car suddenly stopped!

(End of this chapter)