Metaphysics Live Room: The host is the contract husband

But outside the alley, no one could hear the screams, as if they were in two different dimensions...

When everything was over, the bloody hand moved slightly, and it struggled to get up and staggered out of the alley. Its hair was scattered and its bloody face could not be seen clearly.

Soon a taxi stopped, the back door opened and someone got in, and the driver smelled the rusty smell.

After taking a look at her clothes, she knew she was from a nightclub. She turned her face away and didn't look at her again: "Miss, where are you going?"

A hoarse and rough voice sounded: "West City Demolition Area."

"Oh, okay."

The driver was driving and vaguely felt that the car was getting colder. He couldn't help but close the windows and turn on the air conditioner. As the windows were closed, the strange smell in the car became stronger and stronger.

The dripping sound seemed to be getting louder and louder, just like the sound of dripping water.

"Miss, did your cosmetic bottle fall over? Can you take a look? Do you hear any dripping sound?"

The woman's neck stiffened for a moment, and she looked down. She saw the sound of blood dripping down her arm into the car. Her eyes were dead silent. "Oh, I didn't hear it."

"Drive faster, I want to go home to see my grandma, I want to go... go home to see my grandma!"

The sound became more eerie as it went on.

At this time, the driver vaguely realized that something was wrong. He looked back through the rearview mirror and met a pair of eyes with only whites. He was so scared that his hands shook and the steering wheel went off.

He spun around hurriedly before he got the direction right, his legs trembling. He must have bumped into something dirty. Oh my god, how far is it? He was almost losing control.

A sinister voice behind him seemed to be speaking right into his ear: "Master, what are you shaking for?"

"I, I have to pee urgently. I need to take you home urgently. Look, it's so late. I can take you home early and then go to the bathroom."

The cold air around my ears was getting heavier. The other party didn't say anything. The driver drove to the service station to refuel as there was no one in the back seat. While refueling, he got out of the car and ran into the supermarket.

The driver looked at the person standing at the counter and shouted, "Help, help! There's... there's a ghost in the car!"

When the supermarket staff heard this, they looked at him strangely: "Excuse me, what are you talking about? There are no ghosts at this time of night. What do you want to buy? If not, get out of here quickly..."

Before he could finish his words, a scream was heard outside the door.

The gas station attendant stumbled in, pointed outside the door, and said in a trembling voice: "There's a body in the car."

"Quick, call the police."

The driver was also confused. How could it be a corpse? He was clearly pulling a lively person on the side of the road. Even if it was not a human, it must be a ghost.

He took two steps closer and saw them looking at him warily. He gave a wry smile and said helplessly, "I didn't do that. I'm not a murderer. That man was just a passenger I picked up on the side of the road."

The staff member retorted, "Impossible! I saw it clearly just now. There was a woman lying on the back seat of your car. That bloody face looked like a corpse."

"Police, the ambulance will be here soon. You are not allowed to go anywhere now. We have surveillance cameras everywhere here."

The driver waved his hands: "I won't run around, don't worry."

After waiting for a while, the police arrived. After understanding the whole story, they opened the taxi and smelled blood. Sure enough, they saw a body lying on the back seat.

The body was still somewhat warm, obviously having died not long ago. What was even worse was that the skin on his body and face had been peeled off. How could he have gotten on the car in such severe pain?

If he was dragged up, there should be traces of dragging. If he struggled, there should also be traces. However, the bloody footprints on the back seat belonged to the deceased, and it was clear that he got into the car by himself.

A skinned person could actually get into a car by himself and die quietly in it.

The driver didn't dare look at the body. He quickly pulled out the dashcam and said in horror, "Comrade police, I have a surveillance camera in my car. If you don't believe me, you can check it out."

"I really don't know that woman. She was just a passenger. I have a regular job, but the salary is too low, so I drive a sports car at night to make some money."

I felt a chill on my wrist, and the police officer said sternly, "Come with us, after all, the body was found in your car. We'll let you out once we've investigated."

"Okay, I'll go with you."

The driver was extremely upset. No wonder his eyelids had been twitching all day. If he had known earlier, he would not have gone out and would not have encountered such a strange thing.

The car drove back to the police station and the body was carried back to the autopsy room. It was the first time for the forensic doctor to encounter such a body. The body was so bloody and mangled that it was impossible to distinguish the appearance.

Fortunately, the woman had her ID card in her bag, so her identity was easily found out. She was an orphan who worked in a nightclub and lived with her grandmother in the demolished house.

After the driver finished explaining everything, he looked at them pitifully and said, "Comrade police, I've really told you everything. If you've checked the surveillance footage and everything is ok, can I go back?"

"I have to go to work tomorrow morning. It's just too much to handle in middle age. I have parents and kids to take care of, and I have to work during the day and drive a car at night. If I wasn't forced into this situation by life, I wouldn't... woooo."

As she spoke, she began to cry softly, it was so sad.

The surveillance footage was indeed very clear, and this person was not a suspect. All he could do was leave his phone number and address and leave the police station.

The driver walked out of the police station and looked at the car. He swallowed and felt a little scared. After all, it was the car where someone had died. How could he dare to drive it again? If he didn't drive it, he would be late for work.