Inside the taxi.
The woman was still shaken, huddled in her seat, her body trembling nonstop. She seemed to have experienced something horrifying in the alley.
"Miss, don't be afraid. We'll reach the Public Security Office in ten minutes at most. You're in the car now. No one can hurt you," the driver reassured her.
"Mm." The woman pressed her lower lip tight.
Jiang Chen pondered for a moment. "I'm not very good at comforting people, either."
"How about this, miss? I'll tell you a story to take your mind off things. What do you think?"
The woman paused, but did not refuse.
"One night, a taxi driver named Old Zhao picked up a big fare, taking someone from the city to a county town. By the time he headed back, it was past one in the morning."
"The road was remote, with no streetlights and not a single other car in sight."
"Suddenly, Old Zhao saw a woman in a white dress waving at him from the roadside. Her hair hung loose, hiding her face. She seemed to be in a hurry, shouting as she waved..."
At this point, the taxi driver opened his mouth, looking stunned.
Was this a fucking ghost story?
You're using this to comfort someone?
He glanced at the young man's delicate features in the rearview mirror several times, sorely tempted to say that if he could not comfort people, there was no need to force it-he might end up scaring the poor girl out of her wits.
In the end, though, he did not dare speak up to stop him.
Ever since the young man had gotten into the car, he had given the driver a very particular feeling. If he had to describe it, it was a little like some of the deranged