After the little boy finished speaking, the temperature in the car seemed to drop to freezing point, and the driver's face turned pale.

"Just one hand?"

The driver thought there was something wrong with his ears. He found it hard to believe that he would hear such words from a seven or eight-year-old child.

His pupils twitched and he couldn't help but look at his phone. The news did not describe the cause of the child's death in detail, but simply mentioned that the murderer was cruel.

Because of the child's words, the atmosphere in the car suddenly became weird.

The driver's hands holding the steering wheel were soaked with sweat, the woman in the passenger seat was silent, and the child in the back seat was tightly holding a black plastic bag with a smile on his face that didn't match his age.

Among the "people" in the car, only Chen Ge was relatively normal, as if everything was under control.

He moved closer to the child again, his voice was calm and warm, but what he said made the driver in front break out in a cold sweat again.

"One hand is missing? Are the other parts you have found in this black bag?" Chen Ge looked at the bulging plastic bag and said, "Can I take a look? After we get off the bus, I can help you look for them."

"No need." Seeing that Chen Ge had set his sights on the black bag, the smile on the child's face slowly faded.

"Actually, we are quite similar. I am also looking for something." Chen Ge picked up his backpack. His bag was much bigger than the child's bag.

"Are you looking for something too?" The child could smell the faint smell of blood coming from Chen Ge's backpack. He felt that something was wrong. This was different from what he had imagined before getting on the bus: "What are you looking for?"

"The things I'm looking for are in this car. When the time is right, I'll put them all in my bag and take them away." Chen Ge was like a bad uncle scaring a child. His tone was funny, but the child sitting next to him didn't smile at all. The child could hear that Chen Ge was serious.

"They?" Unlike the child, the driver who was driving the car almost mistook the brake for the accelerator when he heard Chen Ge's words and crashed into the woods.

He felt that the subtext of Chen Ge's words was to kill everyone in the car and put them in the backpack.

His mind was completely unable to keep up with the pace of the conversation of the passengers in the back seat. The only person in the car that made the driver feel at ease was the woman sitting in the passenger seat. In his opinion, the woman in the passenger seat was weak and pitiful. If an accident really happened, he would take the woman with him so that they could take care of each other.

"The situation is very complicated now. What I can do is to save more people in need while protecting myself!" The driver made up his mind. He secretly glanced at the co-pilot seat. The poor woman seemed to be aware of the problem and put her fingers lightly on the driver's knee.

Chen Ge didn't know what role he played in the driver's script. His attention was focused on the child next to him.

Since we have met, let's make friends and invite him to your home.

The taxi drove forward for a distance and came to a T-junction.

If you continue walking forward, you will leave the eastern suburbs of Jiujiang and enter the county area, and if you take another road, you will reach the Bailongdong Tunnel.

"Which direction is your home?" the driver asked the woman very gentlemanly. The woman, who had been lowering her head, slowly raised her face and pointed in the direction of Bailong Cave.

"Bailong Cave Tunnel?" Anyone who has been driving a taxi in Jiujiang for a long time knows Bailong Cave. That place is simply a cursed road. Accidents happen frequently. There are many rumors about it, and even several different versions of ghost stories have been derived.

The driver's face turned bad. He tried to stay calm and turned to look at the child with the bag: "Little boy, do you remember which direction your home is?"

The boy was somewhat unhappy sitting with Chen Ge. He pointed towards the White Dragon Cave with an expressionless face.

"Your home is over there too? It seems like you are from the same village." The driver tried to find excuses for himself and comfort himself. He forced a smile and looked at Chen Ge again: "What about you?"

"I want to go in that direction too, but I advise you not to drive any further. Let them both get off the car, and then take me back to where the woman got on." Chen Ge wanted to protect the driver. If he got off the car with the woman and the child, the driver would most likely encounter an accident on the way back, so he thought about driving back with the driver for a while.

His intention was good, but the driver did not think so. Chen Ge gave him a very dangerous feeling. It was okay now when there were many people around, but if he was left alone later, who knew what Chen Ge would do.

The driver became more and more scared. Chen Ge was driving a taxi alone to the wilderness in the middle of the night, carrying a backpack that smelled of blood. It was clear what this person wanted to do.

"Forget it. You're going the same way, so I'll just drop you off together." The driver sent his location to their company group, but the network was poor and the message was unsuccessful after a long time. He slowed down and typed two more messages by hand, but it still showed that the message failed.

There were obviously only people in the car, but the driver didn't feel safe at all. He wanted to call the police, but he was worried that he would anger the passengers and make them do something irrational.

Just when the driver was worried, an old man came out from the T-junction, limping and carrying a medicine box on his back.

This seems to be a herbalist. The eastern suburbs are surrounded by rivers and mountains, and the economy is underdeveloped. However, precisely because of this, the environment has not been damaged. There are many kinds of animals and plants in the mountains, and there are also many rare medicinal materials.

Unlike artificially cultivated ones, medicinal herbs picked from the wild are a bit more expensive, so the elderly left behind in nearby villages often go into the mountains to collect herbs.

The old man seemed to have fallen when he was going down the mountain. His right leg was slightly deformed, his clothes were torn by branches, and there was a blood stain on his trouser leg.

He walked past the taxi, unconsciously looked into the car, his eyes slowly widened, he quickened his pace, and limped away into the distance.

Witnessing the change in the old man's facial expression, the driver became even more panicked.

He opened the car window and wanted to ask the old man, but when he looked out the window, the lame old man was gone.

"How can you walk so fast with a limp?"

The driver was frightened when he felt a chill on the back of his hand. He turned around and saw that the woman in the passenger seat had placed her hand on the back of his hand.

"What's wrong?"

The woman pointed towards Bailong Cave and motioned for him to go over quickly.

When the driver turned the corner, Chen Ge also spoke: "Did anyone pass by the car just now? Who were you talking to?"

"Didn't you see an old man with a leg problem carrying a bamboo basket? He even stopped next to our car for a while!" The driver's voice became louder.

Chen Ge shook his head. Outside the car, there were only swaying shadows of trees, and no old man was passing by.