On Qingming Festival, Liu Pu got up early. After driving his taxi for about an hour and a half and just finishing a trip, he received a big long-distance order through the ride-hailing app.
The pickup point was Jinjiang Residential District in the Lower City District, and the destination was Qi Family Village in Jin City.
The moment he saw that familiar address, Liu Pu remembered the bizarre experience from his last order, and his eyelids began twitching.
It seemed to have been around this area last time too. He had picked up a young man and taken him to Jin City, but after the trip ended, not only did he have no memory whatsoever of what had happened along the way, he could not utter a single word whenever he tried to tell anyone about the strange incident.
Even now, thinking back on it still felt deeply sinister.
"Could it really be such a coincidence? There are eight billion people in the world. It's normal for routes to overlap. Besides, the phone numbers are different..."
Liu Pu comforted himself, adjusted the steering wheel, and drove toward the location indicated by the navigation.
He had barely stopped for a moment when he saw a young man in a white shirt and black trousers strolling over from afar, looking disheveled. That gloomy, pale face was strikingly familiar.
"No way? No way? He's probably just passing by, right?"
Liu Pu muttered to himself, but watched helplessly as the young man dragged a suitcase and carried a coffin-like rectangular box on his back, drawing closer and closer.
The young man opened the car door and crammed all his bags into the back seat, then got in himself, holding the coffin box horizontally in his arms.
Liu Pu observed the young man's every move