Strange Recovery: I Can Become A Big Demon

In a taxi.

The woman was still in shock, curled up on the seat, her body kept shaking, she seemed to have experienced something terrible in the alley.

"Girl, don't be afraid. You can reach the security station in ten minutes at most. You are already in the car. No one can hurt you." The driver comforted.

"Hmm~" The woman pursed her lower lip tightly.

Jiang Chen pondered for a moment: "I'm not very good at comforting people."

"How about this, sister, how about I tell you a story and divert your attention?"

The woman froze for a moment, but did not refuse.

"One night, the taxi driver Lao Zhao took a big order and sent someone from the city to the next county. When he came back, it was already past one o'clock in the morning."

"That road is very sideways, there are no street lights, and no other car on the road can see it."

"Old Zhao suddenly saw a woman in a white skirt waving at him on the side of the road. Her hair was loose and she couldn't see her face clearly. She seemed to be in a hurry, and she was waving and shouting at the same time..."

Hearing this, the taxi driver opened his mouth with a look of astonishment.

What the hell is this telling a ghost story? ?

You use this to comfort people?

He took a few glances at this handsome young man from the rearview mirror, and wanted to say, "You can't comfort people, so there's no need to force yourself, you're going to scare the girl again."

But in the end, he didn't dare to stop it.

Because from the moment he got in the car, this young man gave him a very special feeling. If he had to say it, he was somewhat similar to some perverted murderers caught in recent reports.

Traveling all the year round, the driver still has some good eyesight, and he didn't easily provoke the other party.

"Old Zhao is very cautious. It's past one o'clock in the morning. Who would run to the main road without incident? He pretended not to see it, and kicked the accelerator to drive past." Jiang Chen was still telling the story vividly.

His tone was low and contagious.

"A woman's cry came from behind, and it seemed that there were words such as help and the child was sick."

"Old Zhao got confused for a while. If the other party is someone who lives nearby, it is normal for the child to run out to stop the car at night when he suddenly has some kind of acute illness."

"At this point, if I don't pull them, I may wait another two or three hours, and I won't meet another car."

"Old Zhao finally stepped on the brakes and waved to the back."

"The woman ran over hurriedly, holding a quilt in her arms, which seemed to contain a child."

"After getting in the car, she thanked her repeatedly, saying that the child had a high fever at night, and she came out to stop the car because she had no choice. She hoped that Lao Zhao would take them to the nearest hospital."

"Old Zhao said no thanks. After the car started, he took a look and found that the woman was very young, not at the age of having children."

"And there was no movement inside the quilt, and I don't know if the child fell asleep or what."

"After driving for a further distance, Lao Zhao became more and more confused. The child hasn't made any sound for so long, so he won't be suffocated?"

"He tried to ask, if the quilt is so thick, will it be stuffy for the child."

"The woman opened the quilt to check, then nodded suddenly, and said something terrible."

"Thanks for reminding me, Master, otherwise I would not have noticed that my child was suffocated to death, so there is no need to go to the hospital, just send us to the nearby Bailongshan funeral parlor."

Fuck! What a ghost story!

The woman sitting next to Jiang Chen couldn't help but twitch her mouth.

"The dead ghost Zhang Chunyu was speechless for a while, so you said that you can't comfort people, you really have no humility, ghost energy +300."

Jiang Chen glanced at her, the corners of his mouth slightly curled up, and he continued to narrate in an attractive voice.

"The calm tone of the woman when she spoke, and the indifferent expression on her face, made Lao Zhao feel a chill in his heart."

"Will a normal mother be so calm after learning that her child is dead?"

"Or is it that this woman is holding a dead child in the first place, or she has died long ago..."

"The more Lao Zhao thought about it, the more frightened he became. He slammed on the brakes, got out of the car and ran."

"At this time, the woman suddenly laughed, opened the quilt on her hand, and there was nothing inside. She told the driver that she was a senior psychology student and was doing social practice. Reaction."

Hearing this, Zhang Chunyu seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.

"The dead ghost Zhang Chunyu relaxes for a while, it turns out that he is not a ghost, ghost energy +200."

Jiang Chen smiled imperceptibly, and continued.

"Old Zhao scolded the female student on the spot, but he still didn't leave her alone on the road in the early morning."

"The female student pulled out a notebook and started taking notes."

"After the record was finished, she suddenly remembered something, and asked the driver if she had seen her classmate. The two dressed in the same dress, and the other party was one kilometer ahead of the road section. She felt that with Lao Zhao's kindness, she should not Ignore your own classmates."

"Zhang Chunyu is puzzled, the story is not over yet? Ghost Qi +500."

The taxi driver was also stunned, and couldn't help but pay attention, listening carefully.

Mainly Jiang Chen's storytelling skills are very good, and his tone of voice is cadenced. It is easy to bring people into the scene, especially the three of them are now on a road with no one in a taxi, and the sense of substitution is even stronger.

"Old Zhao seemed a little angry, driving with his head buried in his head, and didn't reply."

"Not long after, the female student saw the car driving on a winding mountain road, and the words Bailongshan Funeral Home were clearly written on a road sign passing by."

"The female student is a little confused. Didn't she explain everything? Why is the driver still driving to the funeral home?"

"She asked Lao Zhao again, did she see her classmates?"

"The other party still didn't answer, so the female student had to call her classmate's phone, but the bell rang in the trunk."

"The next day it was reported in the news that two female students from a certain university were missing."

After listening, Zhang Chunyu's pupils suddenly widened.

Old Zhao, who seemed to be a good man, actually killed a student and put her body in the trunk.

This unexpected reversal made her feel a chill in her heart.

"Ghost Qi +920!"

The taxi driver's hands shook violently, and the car tilted slightly. He quickly grabbed the steering wheel and managed to return to the right position.

His face was pale, obviously frightened by this ghost story.

That's not all.

When the car shook, something in front fell off.

Jiang Chen laughed and reminded: "Master, your work card seems to have dropped."

"Oh, oh." The driver nodded and picked up the work card that had fallen on the co-pilot.

Zhang Chunyu glanced subconsciously, and the next moment, his whole body tensed up.

The name column on the work card is clearly written.

Zhao Zhongqiang.

"Ding, Ghost Qi +999!"