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Chapter 137 Best Venues for Ghost Movies

The wind whistled.

The driver's head was hanging precariously from his neck.

Gu Mian stood behind him watching.

The driver, with his back to Gu Mian, stared in the direction the boy who had chased the wind had left for a long time before turning around again.

This place seems to be in the suburbs of the city. It's pitch black, and strong winds blow from time to time, causing the green belts on both sides to sway.

Gu Mian thought this was a great place to film a ghost movie, and if she were the director, she would definitely choose this auspicious location.

The scene before them resembled a scene from a horror movie.

A headless driver... no, he has a head, it's just about to fall off.

A driver with his head almost severed stood in the middle of the road, with a large amount of blood gushing from his severed neck. The scarf that had been around his neck had fallen off halfway during the run and was now just hanging on his shoulder.

The scarf, which was originally dark in color, had long been stained red with blood, and was now dripping blood.

At this moment, the eerie humanoid figure slowly turned around.

What a terrifying scene!

Gu Mian hid the chainsaw behind her back, trying to make herself look more approachable.

The driver, who was almost about to turn around, began to move his feet toward Gu Mian.

As he drew closer, Gu Mian finally couldn't help but ask, "Is your head about to fall off...?"

Meanwhile, the fat man was sitting in a speeding taxi.

The night was dark and quiet.

The driver appeared to be a fair-skinned young man with rosy cheeks and a slightly chubby build; he looked like he had recently graduated.

Despite the cold weather, he was only wearing a thin sweater, but he had a large, fluffy hat on his head, which made him look very warm.

The fat man was holding a small advertisement in his hand; one side was a map, and the other side was an advertising board.

He was going to Xiaoxiang Courtyard, a very elegant name for the residential complex.

There was also a missing person notice in the bulletin board.

【Search notices】

Name: Miao Qingxi; Gender: Male; Age: 22

[A resident of Xiaoxiang Courtyard, Yecheng City, went missing on May 22, 2010. He is 5 meters tall.]

[Please, kind-hearted person, contact your family immediately if you see this. A generous reward will be given!]

Below is another photo of Miao Qingxi.

This person was thin and small, with a sallow complexion, and looked like someone who could be easily bullied.

The fat man looked at the missing person poster in his hand with some unease, and occasionally looked up at the window and the driver.

He had called this taxi through a phone booth not long ago because he was too scared to get in the car alone before.

He originally wanted to stay on the road for a while to see if any other players would pass by, but after waiting for a long time on the road, he didn't see any other players. Helpless, the fat man had to go into the phone booth and press the "call a car" button.

He's been on the bus for ten minutes now. Those ten minutes have been perfectly safe, even excessively safe.

The driver did not exhibit any behavior different from a normal person, except that his clothing was not quite in line with the season.

The night is very quiet.

Strangely, the fat man didn't see any other vehicles in those ten minutes, not even a single pedestrian.

He leaned against the car window, somewhat surprised, and after thinking for a long time, he finally spoke: "Sir, are there no cars on the road at this hour?"

The driver immediately replied, "Of course there are no cars. Don't you even look at the time? It's almost 2 a.m. What are you doing out here?"

Furthermore, I heard that several people have disappeared after taking taxis in the middle of the night, so even fewer people are out at night, and there are practically no taxis left.

The fat man trembled slightly, then glanced at the missing person poster in his hand. The photo of the thin, small man looked somewhat eerie in the middle of the night.

"Someone went missing in the middle of the night... and by taxi?" the fat man asked hesitantly.

Maybe the person missing in this missing person notice disappeared after getting into a taxi. Fatty even remembered that this instance was called "Terrifying Taxi".

"Hmm, let me think..." the driver seemed to be recalling something: "Five have gone missing, I think. It's been fifteen years since 2002. Five of them have disappeared during that time, and it seems they all disappeared after getting into a taxi."

He continued, "The police suspect that the missing persons all got into the same taxi, and they suspect that the murderer is the same person, but no matter what they do, they can't find any clues. The case has been stalled ever since."

"Those five people disappeared without a trace, neither alive nor dead. It's really strange. They were perfectly healthy people who got into a car and then vanished into thin air."

Their relatives searched for many years, but they couldn't find even a single bone.

You absolutely must never go out at night again. It's lucky you ran into me; if it had been some other driver with ulterior motives…”

"No money," the fat man interrupted him, then added as if he had just remembered something, "No sex either."

The driver coughed a few times, then covered his hat as if afraid it would fall off.

"I heard that among the five missing people were two little girls, a female college student and a female high school student."

"The other three were all men, including a strong young man. I wonder how strong the killer was, that he dared to rob even a hot-blooded young man."

"Some say all five of them were killed by a driver who was extremely sadistic and enjoyed hunting down his victims and torturing them to death."

"Of course, these are all rumors. After all, no one has ever seen the murderer with their own eyes. Those who have are all dead..."

"Rumor has it that the killer was very brutal. Some family members said that the missing person appeared to them in their dreams, and in the dreams, the missing person seemed to be in a factory, being chopped into several pieces."

"They dreamt that the missing person pieced themselves together, then pointed to the ceiling and opened their mouth as if to say something..."

"The top of your head?" the fat man asked curiously.

"Hmm," the driver said, gripping the steering wheel, "we were pointing to the sky. The family said that in their dream, the sky was dark and it seemed like there was nothing there."

The fat man subconsciously looked up at the sky.

There was a not-so-round moon in the sky, and a few stars that weren't particularly bright.

What's in the sky?

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