After searching for a short while, I saw the lightbox sign of the auto repair shop, which was quite conspicuous in the dark.

The four characters "Old Zhang Repairs Cars" were still lit, but due to years of disrepair, some strokes were missing. The shop's roller shutter door was half open, and dim light shone from inside.

I led Li Huai and Luo Tianhe over, and as soon as we got close, we heard suppressed, somewhat fearful conversations coming from inside.

"Brother Zhang, do you really think that funeral home can solve this? Or are they scammers? How can a funeral home be associated with Taoist priests?" It was a younger voice that said this, sounding like it was only eighteen or nineteen years old.

"Let's try anything, what else can we do? That thing is definitely in the car. We've already splashed dog blood and spilled glutinous rice, but it's all been useless, and we almost got ourselves killed!"

This time it was a middle-aged man's voice, sounding like he was gritting his teeth, but I could hear that his voice was trembling and had a hint of crying in it.

"They were telling a very detailed story. This newly opened funeral home is really capable. It is said to have solved many ghost cases."

Upon hearing this, I couldn't help but rub my chin.

It turns out I was already quite well-known in the city. Basically, when people encountered paranormal events, they would find out about my reputation from relatives or other relatives.

Without thinking too much about it, I lifted the half-closed roller shutter and went inside.

The repair shop was cluttered with tires, tools, and scrap parts, and the air was thick with the smell of engine oil and gasoline.

Under the lights inside, there were not two people as I had imagined, but three.

One was a middle-aged man wearing oil-stained work clothes and with a full beard.

He was holding a wrench in his hand, so he must be the owner of this auto repair shop.

The other was a young man in his early twenties, also dressed in dirty work clothes, who looked nervous; he was probably an apprentice at the shop.

The last one, the tall, thin man in the jacket, pale-faced and trembling, must be the driver who called me.

The three of them were taken aback when they saw the three of us come in.

"Our shop is closed now, we don't repair cars anymore. Come back tomorrow if you have any problems," the shop owner said, waving his hand at us.

"Hehe, we're not here to get our cars repaired. Didn't you send us? Yanhehuai Funeral Home!" Luo Tianhe chuckled and said.

Immediately, a look of surprise flashed in the eyes of the three people. They did not expect that we were so young, and there was no question of any otherworldly demeanor. Moreover, our faces showed obvious fatigue.

To be honest, they probably thought we were more like three internet addicts who stayed up all night.

"I am Chen Yan. Tell me, what exactly happened?"

I was too lazy to waste words, so I spoke directly, my gaze falling on the taxi driver.

"Master, you, you've finally arrived!" The driver, as if grasping at a straw, took two steps forward, but dared not get too close, his voice trembling slightly.

"Master, my surname is Zhou, Zhou Ming! Master, please take a look at my car, there really is something dirty in my car!"

The driver was somewhat incoherent, clearly quite frightened.

I couldn't help but frown.

This guy doesn't seem like the kind of person who's particularly timid, so why is he so scared?

The repair shop owner nodded and pointed to a corner behind the shop, separated by a plastic sheet:

"The car's inside; he's too scared to drive it home, so he's parked it here temporarily. But take a look, this thing is really fucking weird. I've taken it apart and put it back together several times, and there's absolutely no problem, but, but..."

I nodded. "Lift it up and take a look."

The boss and his assistant quickly lifted the plastic sheet, revealing a slightly larger parking space with a blue taxi that was neither new nor old. The taxi had some mud on it and looked no different from an ordinary taxi.

I activated my third eye and discovered that I was surrounded by a black aura, which seemed to indicate that something was indeed amiss.

"Tell me the specifics. Did you pick up any strange guests last night?" I didn't check the car immediately, but instead looked at Zhou Ming and asked.

"Master, Master, how did you know?!" Zhou Ming looked delighted, clearly my performance had given him some confidence.

"Alright, enough with the nonsense, just get to the point. This is a matter of life and death for you."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Ming's smile froze. He swallowed hard, tried to compose himself, and continued:

“Last night, around 1 a.m., I picked up a customer near a bar in the city center. She was a woman in her thirties, wearing a red dress, with a very pale face and heavy makeup, looking like a ghost. She wanted to go to Willow Lane in the western suburbs.”

Willow Lane?

I recalled that it was an old residential area in the western suburbs that was almost completely demolished, even more dilapidated than this place. I heard that the streetlights were out of power and there was basically no one there at night.

"I hesitated at the time, after all, the western suburbs are a bit eerie, but it was so late, and she offered to pay double the price. She didn't seem like a bad person. Most importantly, it was just going to the western suburbs, not picking up customers there!"

Zhou Ming's face showed deep regret, and he even pounded his chest.

"She didn't say anything the whole way, just leaned against the back seat and looked out the window. I didn't think much of it and just focused on driving."

"When we got to the entrance of Willow Lane, the lane was too narrow for the car to go in, so she said it was fine to just park at the entrance. I stopped the car, and she paid me in cash, with crisp red bills. Then she got out of the car and left without looking back. I reminded her to be careful, but she didn't say anything or turn around."

Hearing this, I couldn't help but twitch my lips. I even reminded the ghost to be careful. You're actually a pretty nice person.

And Zhou Ming's voice began to stutter and tremble from this point on:

"I got in the car, started the engine, and turned around. I think I saw a figure in the back seat through the rearview mirror. She was wearing a red silk dress, her face turned to the side, sitting in the spot where the woman got out of the car!"

The repair shop owner and his mechanic, even though it wasn't the first time they'd heard this, couldn't help but shudder.

"I was so scared I almost peed my pants. My hair stood on end. I slammed on the brakes and turned around to look back." Zhou Ming was pale and his eyes were filled with fear.

"But the back seat was completely empty, there was nothing there. I thought I was just seeing things and scaring myself, but from that day on, I felt that something was completely wrong!"

Hearing this, Li Huai couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong? Is something not right?"

“First, the air conditioner,” Zhou Ming said. “It’s like my air conditioner has lost its heating function. No matter how I adjust it, the vents only blow cold air, so cold and damp that it hurts my bones!”

“Yes, and I checked his air conditioner, there’s absolutely no problem with it!” the repair shop owner added.