Chapter 307

"Then let's take this car home. I don't want to be outside in the cold wind at night, and I don't want to go back to the hospital."

Chef Zhang sighed and said.

"Speaking of which person?"

Chef Zhang asked.

"Who are you?"

I asked.

"You know who I'm asking, who else is in the hospital besides you and me, and we all know each other?"

Chef Zhang gave a wry smile.

“Originally, I didn’t know.”

I paused and shook my head.

"Do you know something you're not telling me?"

Chef Zhang was puzzled.

"I have no idea."

I hesitated.

"Then tell me everything you know."

Chef Zhang looked at me and said.

"Okay, sir. Let me think about it. It all started when we got that guy to the hospital. After we got that guy to the hospital, you ran out and I had to follow you.

I don't know what happened to that person after we left, but after I sent you back to the hospital, I asked about that person's condition. The doctors and nurses said they didn't know.

I couldn't leave you, so I didn't ask any more questions. But later someone told me that the person disappeared after we left. He disappeared suddenly, and no one saw him and there was no video.

It's like it evaporated into thin air, telling us not to play here and not to affect other people's normal lives.

They seemed to think it was a prank on our part.

But I guess I don't know what that is.

And since you were considered crazy at the time, it was impossible for you to know what was going on, so I didn't wake you up to ask.

Because I think even if you wake up you won’t know.

Now I see you really don’t know, because you asked me.

If you know, you don't need to ask me.

They simply don't understand this principle.

Or they simply don’t want to know what’s going on, and they have to rely on their own poor knowledge and smooth brains to guess other people’s situations, which is really disgusting.”

I shook my head and said.

"Now I know why you said that."

Chef Zhang shook his head and said with a smile.

For a moment, Chef Zhang looked at the driver in front of him and suddenly saw the face of the woman he was afraid of on the rabbit face in front of the driver.

"What's going on? Aaaaah!"

Chef Zhang screamed wildly.

"Please be quiet."

I said.

"Yes, please keep quiet, my dear. If you keep going like this, I won't be able to drive normally. We might hit something. What do you really want to hit in the middle of the night?"

The driver also frowned and said.

"Don't you see it? Don't you see it? There it is, there it is."

Chef Zhang held me tightly and said.

He seemed to have bruised my hand.

"Please relax, it hurts!"

I shook my hand off, but he wouldn't let go.

"Please, tell me what it is?"

Chef Zhang came over and asked.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

I replied.

"No, no, no, you must know it. You must know it. Go and look, look carefully, it's right there, how could you not see it? You are the same as me."

Chef Zhang shook his head.

"Okay, I saw it, so what? Don't get so surprised every time. It's not a big deal. If that person really did something, we would have died long ago."

I said to him.

"I'll trust you this time."

Chef Zhang was trembling.

He tried to let me go, but his hand was still tightly holding my clothes. I moved my hand, but seeing that he didn't seem to be going crazy anymore, I didn't force him to take his hand away from my clothes.

At this moment, the sound of wind chimes suddenly rang out in the car.

"What what?"

Chef Zhang screamed like a stressed cat.

"Be quiet, you are just a small decoration of mine. I have been having some problems lately. That's how it is. It will stop after a while. Anyway, you can get off when you get to your destination."

The driver explained.

"I don't believe it."

Chef Zhang shook his head.

"It's up to you to believe it or not. What's the use of it? Are you going to get off the car now? You can jump from here, but how long do you think you can survive?"

The driver didn't care.

"Please save me, please save me!"

Chef Zhang said to me.

"Take a deep breath, take a deep breath. Close your eyes and you won't see anything. We'll be home soon and go to sleep soon, okay? Nothing will happen when you fall asleep."

I said to him.

He shuddered, but was still afraid.

But it seemed better because he stopped screaming.

"What if I still don't feel better after returning home?"

He asked me.

"There will always be a way. If nothing happens when you go home, we can go find your father and go to your hometown to complete those rituals. Maybe you will be fine and can recover."

I comforted him.

"Maybe. I hope so. Then we'll do it as soon as possible."

Chef Zhang said.

"Yes, it has to be quick. So you can't delay any longer tonight. You have to go home. Just bear with it for a while. We are already on the way."

I nodded.

"well."

Chef Zhang obeyed me.

A woman with disheveled hair and bloody red hair suddenly flashed under a street light not far away.

Chef Zhang wanted to scream, but he covered his mouth with his hand.

"Do you see what's there?"

He asked me.

"I saw it, but it doesn't matter, we are in the car."

I said to him.

"Well, I'll try to believe you, but why does the driver seem to have seen nothing?"

Chef Zhang asked.

"I don't know if you should ask the driver about this. How about I ask him?"

I said.

"Driver, do you see anything on the road ahead?"

I asked.

"No, the road ahead is flat and there is nothing there."

The driver shook his head.

But after the car had been driving for a while, a woman's moaning sound suddenly came from the roadside.

"It hurts so much, it hurts so much, someone come to save me, please give me a car, I need to go to the hospital."

A woman's voice said.

Chef Zhang shuddered.

"I thought I heard a woman talking. Did you hear that?"

He asked me.

"I heard it, don't worry, the woman is not in the car."

I said to him.

"This voice is so strange, it sounds a bit like that person, but not quite, like half and half, familiar and strange at the same time."

Chef Zhang said.

"I know. It sounds like a pot of octopus that's half cooked and half ready to break."

I answered him.

"It sounds like you know what I'm thinking, which is great. They always call me crazy, and I think they're crazy."

Chef Zhang said.

"Leave them alone."

I said.

He nodded.

The driver frowned and stopped the car.

"What do you want?"

Chef Zhang asked.

"Didn't you hear it? A woman was shouting in the bushes next to me. I smelled blood as soon as I opened the door. Someone must be injured and wants to go to the hospital."

The driver replied.

"But what does he have to do with us? Don't forget that we are still in the car. I want to go home. I want to go home. You have paid me. If you don't take me home, you have to give me back the money."

Chef Zhang shouted.

"I will take you home, but not now. I did take your money, but I won't give it back to you, because I will take you home, but if you must leave halfway, don't blame me."

The driver replied.

"You are just making excuses. Who would suddenly do a second business when they are doing one business? Do you think we are good-tempered and you can bully us at will? You are going too far."

Chef Zhang waved his fist.

"Then get off the bus if you have the guts. Find another car. Do you think I care about you two customers? At worst, I can just return your money. I'll just return half of it because you're already halfway there."

The driver said nonchalantly.

"He looks so disgusting and confident. Is there a ghost backing him up? Why is he so proud? I can't imagine how he can be a good person if he doesn't love his job at all."

Chef Zhang kicked the door, got out of the car and said to me.

"Maybe this is a good thing. At least we don't have to ride in the car with that bloody woman."

I said to him.

"We can only try to make the best of a bad situation. Oh my God, why did this happen to me? This is really weird. I hate this kind of weird thing. Why doesn't this happen to other people?"

Chef Zhang squatted on the road with his hands on his head.

I pulled him over to the side of the road.

"You could easily get hit by a car on the road."

I said.

"I understand. I'll go in a different direction next time."

He stood up.

The driver next to him had already dragged a bloody woman with a big belly and wearing a dress out of the grass.

A young girl passing by in a blue and white school uniform was startled when she saw it, and ran away screaming, "Damn it! Help! It's so scary, so disgusting, so smelly, so dirty!"

"Tsk, what's the big deal?

Maybe she will become like this in the future, and then she will know what it feels like. When no one helps her, she will know what it means to beg for help but to be ignored.”

The driver shook his head and helped the woman into the car.

"Don't worry, I will take you to the hospital. After all, your condition is really urgent."

The driver said to the woman.

"Would that bother you too much?"

The woman's brows were wrinkled and her face was pale. She had three-inch long red nails on her hands. She gently grasped the driver's hand and asked.

"It's okay. Others won't die if they don't go home, but if you don't go to the hospital, something might happen. I can't just stand by and watch them die."

The driver replied.

"Well, you are such a good person, God will bless you."

The woman said with a smile, sweating.