Muke took a breath.

She had already guessed that this driver was definitely not simple. She was prepared to meet the perverted murderer, but she did not expect that this driver actually had two faces!

This is not a human being at all!

The driver quickly hid the back of his head, as if he didn't intend to attack Muke right away.

Neither of them spoke, they were silently thinking about how to kill each other.

The speed of the car was very fast, and the scenery outside the window was passing by, but Muke could see that the driver was not driving towards the police station at all, but was driving towards a remote place.

"We can't sit back and wait for death, we must seize the opportunity."

Muke secretly made a decision in his heart, and the smile he kept on his face became even brighter. She was already well-behaved, and her smile was even more innocent: "Uncle, I want to tell you something."

She patted the driver's shoulder naturally.

The driver's license was obviously stained, and he dared to look back at Muke while driving: "What's going on?"

Both of them had smiles on their faces, like an enthusiastic driver meeting a friendly passenger.

The next moment, the knife in Muke's hand was inserted into the driver's eye without hesitation.

Fast! Accurate! Cruel!

The driver didn't react for a moment, and the taxi suddenly lost control and crashed in one direction.

The next moment, the screeching brakes sounded, and the car almost hit a tree.

At this time, Muke had already pulled out the knife. The driver's eyeball was broken, but not a drop of blood flowed out. The only remaining eye was staring at her. His lips did not move at all, but a voice came: "I just

I want to make you a scapegoat! But you actually dare to blind me!"

He roared and stretched out his hand to strangle her neck.

The space inside the car was too small and there was nowhere to hide, so Muke simply didn't hide and took advantage of the weapon and stabbed directly into the driver's right hand.

The palm of his hand was pierced, but the driver seemed not to feel the pain. He pressed Muke's knife hand with his right hand and strangled her neck with his left hand.

Except for left-handers, most people's right hands are stronger, so even if his neck was pinched, Muke did not lose his ability to resist instantly.

She grabbed the driver's hand with one hand and kicked him directly in the abdomen without leaving her feet idle.

"Damn it! This man seems to have no pain at all!"

The pressure on my neck became more and more intense, the feeling of suffocation became more and more serious, and the smile on my lips became brighter and brighter.

Her vision became blurred, and the birthmark on the driver's neck now looked more like a corpse stain.

"The driver is definitely not a human! He has been dead for a long time, so he can't feel pain. But whether he is a human or a ghost, there is always a weakness! By the way, that face on the back of his head!"

Muke gave up breaking hands and hit the driver directly on the back of the head.

This position is very difficult to exert force, but the driver seemed to have been hit hard, and his strength was suddenly reduced by half.

Muke's hand holding the knife broke free and stabbed the driver in the back of the head.

One sword, two swords, three swords...

When she stabbed her in the back, Muke didn't know how many times she stabbed her. The face on the back of the driver's head was mutilated with blood, except for his lips, which were still intact.

"Stop pricking! Stop pricking! Auntie, I was wrong, I shouldn't have provoked you!"

When Muke was stabbed for the fourth time, the mouth on the back of her head kept shouting, but she ignored it.

But now, she stopped moving.

It wasn't because begging for mercy was useful, but because she really didn't have the strength.

She needed time to recover, but she couldn't let the driver notice her weakness, so she sneered: "Now you know you are afraid? Don't you still want to use me as a scapegoat?"

Muke didn't know exactly what the driver meant by the scapegoat, but her grandmother told her when she was a child not to play by the water, or she might be caught by the water monkey and used as a scapegoat.

People who die in the water will become water ghosts. Only by finding someone to replace them can they be reincarnated.

"I am also obsessed with ghosts, really obsessed with ghosts. It was a female ghost who asked me to come to you! She said that as long as I succeed, she will not only provide me with the ghost core to reshape my ghost body, but also help me save my wife. I am

A hopeless person, but my wife is innocent!"

The driver's face was full of snot and tears, and he looked so pitiful, but Muke didn't show any emotion.

She didn't know whether what the driver said was true or false, but she knew that it was stupid to sympathize with someone who wanted to kill her.

"Please, sir, let me go this time. I won't dare to do it again next time!"

Muke pretended to hesitate and bit his lower lip.

"Oh, you are a pitiful person too. Let's just tell me why that female ghost wants to kill me and what she looks like, and I will let you go."

As she said this, she actually made plans to eradicate the problem.

The driver was overjoyed and said quickly: "She is not tall, has long hair, and looks very much like her. At first glance..."

Before he could finish speaking, the temperature of the surrounding air suddenly dropped.

And his neck was twisted with a "click".

"Hey!" Muke thought he was pretending to be dead and touched him with the tip of his knife, but there was no reaction.

She tried again and stabbed the face on the back of her head, but the same thing happened.

"What about real death?"

She suddenly noticed that the driver had a smiling face tattooed behind his ear.

A chill ran up her spine because the smiley face tattoo behind the driver's ear was exactly the same as the smiley face mask worn by her parents' murderer.

However, the driver's body shape did not match the murderer at all.

"Coincidence? Or is there an organization composed of smiling people behind the death of my parents? Isn't that right?"

Although he didn't really believe it, Muke still rummaged through his pockets out of caution.

In the right pocket is his ID card and a rusty key.

At this time, the man's mechanical and hollow voice sounded in Muke's mind: [Lucky temporary worker! Congratulations on getting the key to Building 23, 136, the girls' dormitory of Funan College. 】

This voice is completely different from the previous one, but it should come from Dawn Haunted House again.

When she has time, she must investigate what is going on in this haunted house.

Speaking of which, why does a taxi driver have the key to a girls’ dormitory on his person?

The surrounding temperature was gradually getting lower and lower, and it seemed that danger was approaching. She quickly went to the driver's other pocket and found a torn photo inside.

One of the fragments is her mother's face.

"It seems that the death of my parents is not that simple."

She stuffed the photo into her pocket, made sure there was nothing else, and quickly got out of the car.

The chill didn't subside after I got off the car, but in fact got a little closer.

She quickened her pace and ran into the distance. When she ran ten meters away, she looked back and saw that the taxi had disappeared.

In its place was a hearse made of white paper, which was operating without wind.

Is this what she was sitting on just now?

She forced herself not to think deeply, and with a smile on her face, she took out some time to search for the location of the Public Security Bureau, and then selected navigation.

Suddenly she felt her shoulders sink, as if something was lying on her back, but when she looked back, there was nothing.

She silently recited the core socialist values ​​several times, then ran towards the police station.

Under the dim light, in the road reflector, a two-faced head is carried on the girl's back.
Chapter completed!