Taxi supernatural events book

The entrusted amount of 35 was marked on the upper right corner of the note, and a strange thing was recorded: since a month ago, the client could not remember what happened at night, but his lover remembered that there were sweet photos and videos stored in his mobile phone , Friends of the two also testified.The client couldn't bear it anymore and wanted to end it.

Boss Guan lit the note and threw it into the small cauldron: "Five to five."

Sun Guo looked at the cigarette he handed over in astonishment: "What is this?"

"Smooth cigarettes, one per person per day." Boss Guan turned the cigarette and pointed the butt at him, seeing if he didn't take it, and stuffed it directly into his mouth. I don't want my employees to suffer."

Sun Guo smiled, stretched his neck and put the cigarette butt on the lighter he lit: "Thank you, Boss Guan."

"Please be careful with it."

Sun Guo got into the car with a cigarette in his mouth, stepped on the accelerator and drove out of Boss Guan's line of sight, spit out the cigarette he had just smoked through the window, pulled over, took a sip of bottled water, and poured the rest on the passenger seat .

When he was recruited by Guimenguan for the first time, the current Boss Guan was still a ten-year-old boy, his penetrating black pupils aroused his vigilance, now that the child has grown into Boss Guan, Sun Guo dare not take it lightly.

Sun Guo parked the car in front of a nightclub, clutching the steering wheel and lost in thought.

The two men tugged and smashed the lights reflected in the stagnant water, and the force of slamming the door almost shattered the car window.

Sun Guo came back to his senses, only the raised back like a beast's spine remained in the rearview mirror, one hand grabbed the back of the driver's seat violently, and tightened his five fingers from time to time as the rear seat moaned like a moan.Sun Guo didn't say a word, and the five fingers of his right hand tapped the steering wheel in turn, and the others spoke.

"If you make trouble again, I will sit in the front." A young voice panted, "Let go."

The young man pushed away the man in the suit, straightened his clothes and sat up. As soon as he met Sun Guo's eyes in the rearview mirror, he was immediately turned away by the man in the suit pinching his chin.

"Wen Lue, you are not allowed to look at other men."

The voice of the man in the suit was full of alcohol, and the alcohol brewed affection. The young man just snorted and laughed, but he actually complied with this unreasonable request. He looked into the eyes of the man in the suit and said an address to Sun Guo: "Please Master."

"No trouble, it's my own business." Sun Guo said casually and politely.

The destination is a high-end villa area at the other end of the city, and the cheapest house is not less than [-] million. Sun Guo rarely picks up passengers there, and he is not familiar with the road, so he carefully controls the speed of the car.The drunk man in a suit complained impatiently in a low voice, and the young man leaned between the front seats and smiled at Sun Guo: "Master, it doesn't matter if you drive faster, there is no monitoring on this road."

"Wen Lue."

The man in the suit called out, and the young man sat back down again: "Why do you always call me? I can't run away."

"Why do you always want to sit in the front?" The man in the suit asked back.

"The front is not crowded."

"I won't let you go to the front."

"it is good."

As soon as the young man finished speaking, he was pressed down by the man in the suit again, and the smell of desire immediately spread in the car.

The taxi took a wrong turn at the intersection, and the two who were indulging in sex didn't know it. Sun Guo got out of the car and opened the door, grabbed the man in a suit by the shoulder and threw it out.

"Don't move." Sun Guo took out a modified air gun from his arms and pointed it at the suit man's head. At the same time, he stepped on the car door and locked the young man in the car. His fist smashed the car window frantically.

"What do you want to do?!"

The man in the suit was completely sober, tried to resist but was hit by the gun butt and fell to the ground.

"Don't move around." Sun Guo said, "Let your lover sit in the passenger seat."

"what?"

"Do as I say." Sun Guo deflected the gun, and the bullet grazed the suit man's scalp and embedded it in the soil, "I don't want to repeat it."

"Wen Lue." The man in the suit said while covering his wound, "Go to the passenger seat."

The young man's hands were already swollen from the violent beating, and the muscles on his face trembled when he heard the suit man's words, showing an almost crazy joy, and he carried out his order without hesitation.

The ghostly aura on the co-pilot is a delicacy that any ghost would covet. Sun Guo is too familiar with this expression, it is a kind of greed that is about to be satisfied.

The young man grabbed something in the air and stuffed it into his mouth, but his physical actions couldn't catch up with the ghost's desire. Suddenly, he trembled twice as if being grabbed by his shoulders, and a ghost with a completely different appearance from his physical body broke free. .

"Wen Lue!" The man in the suit rushed forward and slapped on the car window regardless of the threat of gunpoint, "Wen Lue! Wen Lue!"

He was obviously calling for the ghost still devouring, not the young man sleeping in the car seat.Watching this farce, Sun Guo smiled wryly, but the corners of his mouth froze.

The man in the suit was also stunned.

It was a complete ghost a second ago, but now it is broken and several inhuman objects clashing back and forth in a small space.

The man in the suit looked at Sun Guo in horror: "What did you do to my essay?"

"That's not Wenlue," the word "soul craftsman" flashed across Sun Guo's mind, "It's a fake ghost made out of lonely ghosts. Have you found someone to summon souls recently?"

"He came to find me by himself." The man in the suit put his palm on the car window and stared at the ghosts in the car. "The [-]nd of last month was the anniversary of Wen Lue's death. In my bedroom."

Sun Guo couldn't figure out the meaning of the spirit craftsman's confusion on the man in a suit, so he frowned and said, "Did you do anything for this ghost?"

"No." The man in the suit suddenly smiled, "When he was alive, I always obeyed him, but this time it's what I say and what he does."

Sun Guo's eyelids trembled, and he relaxed his eyebrows: "You are the one who fabricated him."

"what?!"

"You probably subconsciously caught a few lonely ghosts and kneaded them together." Sun Guo put the gun in his arms, "This fake essay is completely controlled by you, so it appears to be very obedient."

This unconscious soul craftsman was stunned for a while, then let out a dry laugh with his hair down: "So it's like this, I thought he missed me, thought he came back to make up for me, but in the end I was talking to myself."

"Yes, my client doesn't want to play this game with you anymore."

The man in the suit was stunned for a moment, and pressed his forehead against the window, stroking the face of the young man who was sleeping on the co-pilot: "So, did I lose him too?"

"Not completely lost." Sun Guo said, "But the dead are gone."

"Yes."

At the same time that the soul craftsman lost his last trace of desire, those restless ghosts disappeared completely.