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After driving for a while, Jones still has a good control over the taxi.

He parked the car next to the passenger smoothly, so that the passenger could get in better.

With the sound of the door being opened, the passenger in black entered the back seat of the taxi.

Jones was afraid of being cheated, so he didn't look in the rearview mirror, but turned his head and looked at the passenger directly, to make sure whether it was a man or a woman.

The person who got in the car was obviously a man, a little young, and the same person who waved just now.

He didn't understand why the passenger was wearing sunglasses at night. Was he blind?

"Where are you going?" Jones asked.

"Look at my outfit, where do I look like I'm going?" The passenger in black asked back with a smile.

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Jones was speechless for a moment, and even felt the danger, and had an urge to abandon the car and run away.

Buddy, you are not really a terrorist, are you? I haven't offended you.

And there is no bomb in your black suitcase.

Jones naturally thought of it when he heard the news about terrorists on the radio.

Coupled with the strange smile of the black-clad passenger, Jones felt more and more that something was wrong.

Thinking of this, Jones became more and more afraid.

Seeing that Jones did not answer, the black-clad passenger smiled awkwardly and said, "It's just a joke. I was invited to a late-night party. I thought you could tell something from my formal dress."

The black-clad passenger said where he was going, a villa on the edge of a cliff, and there was a special party tonight, and he also said the specific location.

Jones was speechless at this time. What a ghost I could tell.

My first day driving a taxi, I either encountered weirdness or murderers, and now there are terrorists carrying bombs. Is it easy for me.

Jones felt that the polygraph duck did not vibrate, indicating that this guy seemed to be right.

Then Jones stepped on the accelerator, started the taxi, and set off to the destination he said.

This was a male passenger, and Jones tried to open the topic, get information from the chat, and use the polygraph duck to judge whether he was lying.

"How many people are there in your party? Are they all wearing this kind of clothes?" Jones said while looking at the road carefully.

"I don't know how many people there are. I think it's a high-end party, so I dress more formally. I rented this dress." The passenger in black replied.

His words made Jones doubt whether he had money to pay for the fare later.

"What is this box of yours? It's not a dangerous item, right?"

"I don't know what's in the box. The person who invited me to the party gave it to me and said I should bring it over when the time comes."

When the passenger in black said this, the polygraph did not vibrate.

It means he really didn't know what was inside.

This guy is a chatterbox. Jones didn't ask much, but he told a lot of information.

For example, he tried to open the box, but the box not only had a password, but also a key. He tried many times but it didn't work.

In fact, if there was only a password, Jones felt that he might be able to open it by luck.

But if there was a key, there was really no way.

But what if the terrorists gave it to the passenger in black to lure him to a certain place and then detonate a bomb?

Jones could also infer that there must be many people carrying black boxes in the cliff villa he was going to next.

Then there must be bombs in these black boxes.

Perhaps the people who took the black boxes didn't even know it.

Jones began to anticipate the dangers that might be encountered later.

After the taxi arrived at the villa, he would probably not be able to escape, and would keep circling until the "key person" was taken out.

This had happened several times, and Jones didn't want to waste more gasoline.

Then his mission would not be to find out which box contained the bomb among so many people who entered the villa, right?

When he thought of this, Jones began to have a headache.

He glanced at the fuel tank gauge, and there was about a quarter of the fuel left, which should be enough for an hour or so. Jones was too lazy to complain that the car consumed fuel so quickly.

The most urgent task now might be to find a place to refuel first, otherwise even if he reached the designated location, he would be in danger when he came back because he had no fuel.

After judging the target, Jones tried to ask the black-clothed passenger: "Do you know if there is a place to refuel nearby, or a store that sells things?"

Jones actually felt that there was not much hope, so he asked casually.

But the fact is just as he thought, it is useless. The black-clothed passenger said a lot of nonsense, and the conclusion is that he doesn't know.

Jones carefully observed the surrounding environment while driving to see if there were any buildings or passers-by.

After driving for about seven and a half minutes, a strange figure appeared on the dim road.

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He was holding a hoe, as if digging something on the roadside, and the soil thrown out was scattered on the road.

Intuition told Jones that something must have happened, so he slowed down slowly and wanted to see who was on the roadside.

But when the taxi approached, Jones felt his scalp numb.

In front of the dim headlights, he saw a man digging a pit. The man was tall and wore tattered clothes, but the clothes had long been stained with blood and became mottled.

At first glance, it looked like a scarecrow that frightened birds in a rice field, without a human feeling.

Jones' heartbeat accelerated, and he tried to keep himself calm, wanting to see the face of the scarecrow clearly.

But that face, or that thing that couldn't be called a face at all, was just a pile of messy straw and dry vines woven together, with a few drops of bright red blood hanging on it, flashing a strange light under the weak light.

There were actually two black glass balls inserted in the eyes of the scarecrow, which flashed a faint light in the dark.

It didn't seem to feel Jones's arrival, nor did it mean to stop the car. It was holding a rusty shovel in its hand, digging a pit on the ground beside the road.

And next to the pit, there were five cold bodies lying.

These bodies had been crushed beyond recognition, some with twisted limbs, some with broken heads, and some even with incomplete bodies, leaving only broken torsos and limbs scattered on the ground.

If the chosen one opened the window, he could still smell the disgusting stench.

Jones was so scared when he saw this scene in the middle of the night.

The terrifying image of the scarecrow, plus the five corpses, made him think of a strange murder case.

This scarecrow was definitely strange. Since he didn't wave, Jones would rather miss this order than let him get in the car.

According to Jones' experience, at this stage, perhaps not all events need to be dealt with. Some events may be traps that waste time.

I'd better go through the main line first, that is, the black-clad passenger's ride request.

So Jones stepped on the accelerator hard, and the taxi made a buzzing sound and sped away, raising a cloud of dust.

After running away, Jones breathed a sigh of relief. He could also hear that the black-clad passenger in the back seat was also panting in shock.

It seems that he was also scared by the scene just now.

After the taxi had been driving for a while, the chatty passenger in black said, "I was so scared just now. When I saw you slow down, I thought you were going to stop the car."

In the eyes of the passenger in black, the strange scarecrow just now was also very scary.

But just as he finished saying this, the car suddenly stopped!