649: Chapter 649: Black Profile Picture 649: Chapter 649: Black Profile Picture “Stop him!
Han Fei!” Li Guo’er couldn’t care less, she shouted loudly, trying to wake Han Fei up.
At midnight, ghosts would unleash their full strength.
If that were all, Li Guo’er wouldn’t be scared.
However, in this enclosed space, not only did the driver, who was suspected to be a ghost, start to act abnormally, but her closest teammate was going mad as well!
Han Fei’s body shook violently, his eyes bulging and veins popping out in a way that made him look even more terrifying than the crazed driver.
It seed as if the driver was rely stimulated and ntally disturbed, while Han Fei looked as if he was directly possessed by a high-rank devil, as if he wanted to destroy everything around him.
The electronic clock inside the car had stopped, frozen at 00:01.
This ti seed to have so special significance.
It was as if at this mont, the whole world entered a ti belonging to “ghosts,” and only those affected by the ghost or those staying near the ghost would enter this ti, enduring this extrely long mont.
“I want to go to the Blue and White Tutoring Class, there is a Flower Sea there, I want to pick up my child!” The driver’s hands seed welded to the steering wheel, and Li Guo’er was sowhat worried that he might rip the steering wheel off completely.
Through the car window, Li Guo’er saw the two simultaneously deranged n, and because of the overwhelming shock they delivered, she even ignored so changes happening to the car itself.
The small light on the car roof started to flicker, and the light seed to create an illusion, with tiny moths fluttering about.
The moths all had strange patterns on them, like the ash and black smoke rising from a fire scene.
Nobody knew where those moths had co from, and their numbers were growing.
The newly replaced car roof showed cracks, and strands of hair began to fall from the gaps.
The seat cushions beca sticky and damp.
Sitting on them felt like bloodstains could get on your trousers and your body would keep sinking down.
Li Guo’er took out her modified taser, but this device was simply incapable of dealing with the various oddities inside the car.
With her lower legs shaking, Li Guo’er suddenly felt sothing brush against her calf, as if a rat was scurrying around the car.
Li Guo’er wasn’t particularly afraid of rats.
She grabbed her anti-wolf device and smashed it beside her calf, but when she looked down, she realized it wasn’t a rat at all, but a hand stretching out from under the rear seat!
A “person” with a fragnted body was crawling out!
Without reducing her effort, Li Guo’er cranked the taser to maximum, a dangerous bright arc flashed and jabbed fiercely into that person’s arm.
If a normal person was shocked like this, passing out would be the least of their worries; they might even be electrocuted to death.
But that arm wasn’t affected at all, grabbing Li Guo’er’s calf straight away.
An unimaginable strength ca through, and Li Guo’er was dragged down from her seat; her head bumped against the backrest of the taxi’s front seat.
As her gaze shifted, Li Guo’er found herself looking directly into the eyes of the person underneath the back seat.
That face, covered in blood, was completely twisted, filled with hatred and envy for the living.
It seed as if it wanted to crush Li Guo’er’s bones, pull her under the taxi seat as well, and keep her from transcending forever.
“Han Fei!
Use that knife to kill them!”
The taser was useless against the ghosts and monsters.
Li Guo’er endeavored to awaken Han Fei, as it seed that only the objects left by the ghosts and monsters could deal with them.
By this ti, Han Fei had also regained his senses, and he pulled out the dagger nad Accompany with his backhand.
After a small hole was torn in the black cloth of mory, Han Fei’s fear of everything lessened significantly, and he threw the knife at the car’s surveillance system.
“What the fuck!
What ti is this, and you’re still worried about the surveillance!” Li Guo’er’s lower leg made a noise of dislocated bones, and she let out a scream.
“Sorry, occupational habit,” Han Fei said after destroying the surveillance, and without hesitation he smashed the taxi’s radio too, then put the dagger against the driver’s neck, “Stop the car right now!”
“I have to pick up my kid, if it’s any later, sothing very bad might happen!
I must get there as soon as possible!” The driver turned to look at Han Fei, his features becoming less and less human, more like a humanoid Monster.
Han Fei knew it was hard to reason with a crazed person, so he pressed down with the hand holding the knife.
Blood flowed from the driver’s neck; this driver had reached such a pathological state that he was still alive, a living person.
He seed to be so form of walking dead, controlled by sothing, having completely lost himself, his soul turned into an evil obsession.
As the driver’s neck was about to be slit open, neither the driver nor Han Fei’s expression changed.
The driver completely ignored the pain, his eyes filled with madness.
Han Fei’s own reaction frightened him; killing a person seed to not be a very difficult thing to accept for him, and what’s worse, he felt that he had definitely done sothing similar before, or even sothing much more terrible and excessive.
As the dagger cut through the skin and blood flowed out, he actually felt a long-lost familiarity.
Li Guo’er’s screams ca from the back seat as the driver sped up, seeming to be preparing to crash directly into a building ahead.
In that situation, Han Fei instinctively made another choice.
The blade swept across, deciding to accompany the driver’s soul forever.
Blood splashed on the car window, and the driver’s scary expression finally began to dissipate as the vitality in his body steadily faded away, as though only then did he finally revert to his true self.
“I need to go to the Blue and White Tutoring Class, my child is planted in the secret Garden of blue and white; he waits among the countless flowers for to co over…”
Uttering nonsensical words, Han Fei had now wrestled away the steering wheel and stepped on the brakes.
It was right after he personally killed the driver that he heard that voice in his Brain Sea again: “Number zero…”
The rest of the voice was unclear, but Han Fei was slowly picking up on the pattern: it seed that every ti he completed a task or made a choice, that voice would appear.
“I’ve killed certain things before, but I feel no sense of guilt.
Is this because my personality was twisted and perverted in the past?
Or is it because I have a clear conscience, only killing those who deserve to die?”
mories triggered, Han Fei gripped the knife in his hand tighter: “That’s right, my knife; it seems capable of killing only those bad people with blood on their hands.”
Before the vehicle had fully stopped, Han Fei unlocked the taxi door and jumped out.
The only companion left so decisively, and in that mont, Li Guo’er’s heart sank to the bottom.
“Bang!”
The blade crashed against the car window, startling countless black moths into fluttering chaos, scattering powder that emitted a burnt, stinky odor.
Han Fei yanked open the rear car door without saying a word, imdiately pounced on the head hiding under the seat, and slashed off the other’s ghastly pale arm with his knife.
“Grab onto !”
Han Fei reached out to Li Guo’er, who looked at him, slightly dazed, having just been grabbed by the ghost and monster.
In her mories, there seed to be soone who had rushed towards her with the sa disregard for safety and saved her.
It was strikingly similar, the two figures nearly rged into one.
When Han Fei pulled Li Guo’er to safety, he imdiately threw himself into the car, frantically hacking at the “ghost” hidden under the seats with his sharp knife.
“Watch out for the roof!” Li Guo’er fell to the ground, not crying out in pain but imdiately getting up to help, the two cooperating like long-ti professional colleagues, a tacit understanding between them.
The black hair from the overhead dangled down as a new layer seed to rise from the skin of the vehicle, forming faces that appeared to be absorbing blood leaking from the driver’s body.
Han Fei dealt with the ghost inside the car with all his might, while Li Guo’er seized the opportunity to drag the driver’s corpse out.
Li Guo’er’s idea was excellent but problematic in execution.
The driver’s legs were stuck in the driver’s seat; his lower body seed to have rged with the vehicle itself.
“Damn it!” Li Guo’er noticed blood vessel-like patterns slowly erging on the inner walls of the car.
The ghost car, which had seen many deaths, seed to begin its complete tamorphosis.
Reaching into her bag, Li Guo’er pulled out her knife without any hesitation and chopped at the driver’s legs.
Her knife couldn’t harm the “ghost,” but she had no trouble dismbering the corpse.
A tacit understanding without words, bloody cooperation—faced with death, Han Fei and Li Guo’er were both striving for the best outco with all their might.
Blood ran down along the fra, the once-sweet face now evoking fear and dread.
In just over ten seconds, Li Guo’er had successfully dragged the driver’s body out of the car.
The nurous fine blood vessels sticking to the taxi were torn apart, the faces on the roof scread in anger, but it was useless now.
After a fierce struggle in the back seat, Han Fei successfully chopped the head to pieces, and the eerie taxi slowly returned to normal.
Gasping for air, Han Fei slumped in the back seat, looking at the dense knife marks inside the car, feeling a wave of fear wash over him.
“Now’s not the ti to rest; let’s get out of here as soon as possible,” said Li Guo’er, her face covered in blood, rising with her knife in hand.
Her tone was cold, and she seed even more like a serial killer than Han Fei.
“Why leave when we finally have a car of our own?” Han Fei patted the seat cushion.
“A second-hand spirit car.”
“You’d dare use a haunted car?” Li Guo’er frowned.
“What if the sa thing happens again?
It’s too dangerous!”
“The Number Eleven Joker Ghost said he was willing to help because I had resolved one of his uncertainties before.
That ans, if we resolve the regrets of certain ghosts, those ghosts might also beco our allies,” Han Fei sat up, clutching his knife.
“I’m not sure who our real enemy is, but just to be safe, let’s treat them all as enemies and try to take out everyone, including Paradise and the ga organizers.”
“But relying on our own strength is difficult, so we need to borrow power from others.”
“Most ga participants don’t get along with us, so we can only turn our eyes to other ‘people.'”
“Since Paradise wants us to go ghost hunting, that ans they more or less see ghosts as a nuisance.
Perhaps we can form an alliance with these ghosts to weaken Paradise’s power together.”
Clad in a disheveled black suit, Han Fei sat in the backseat, knife in hand, having just killed a ghost.
He was exuding an indescribable aura.
Li Guo’er stared at Han Fei, wiped the blood off her cheek, and seemingly thinking herself too ferocious-looking, turned her head to the side and asked, “So what exactly are you planning to do?
Can you communicate with ghosts?
“One step at a ti.
This spirit car is a good start.
We need to understand these wronged dead first and then find out what troubles them,” said Han Fei, who for so reason felt he had a lot of experience in this area.
“It sounds a bit crazy.” Li Guo’er wanted to refuse Han Fei, but what ca out was, “Then let’s give it a try.
The newspaper on the backseat has information related to the driver.”
Li Guo’er turned to deal with the driver’s body, while Han Fei thoroughly inspected the taxi.
He committed to mory the information in the newspaper and found the driver’s phone and a copious amount of notes in the driver’s seat.
The driver’s child had died in a man-made fire, and he went mad, unable to accept his child’s death.
Opening his phone, one could see that the driver’s Monts and chat history were filled with various evil gods and monsters, and he frequently forwarded strange ssages.
About several weeks ago, a stranger with a pure black profile picture added the driver as a friend and told him about many rituals for resurrecting the dead, borrowing life, and extending life.
From that ti on, the driver gradually beca the puppet of the devil.
“The real murderer should be this person; he’s the one who killed those passengers.”
Clicking on that person’s profile, the na was a row of question marks, and the bio had just one sentence — Who are you?
It felt as if he knew Han Fei would see this sentence.
“No clues at all.” Han Fei stared at the black profile picture, as if gazing into the inky depths of the abyss, with no one knowing what lay hidden in its deeper darkness.
“The other party probably doesn’t know about the driver being taken care of yet.
I can take the driver’s phone and wait for his ssage, or pretend to be the driver to do so things.”
After reading through the chat history between the driver and the person with the black profile picture, Han Fei also uncovered the location where the driver conducted the rituals, where it seed all the passersby’s bodies were hidden.
“Looks like it’s going to be a busy night.”
Han Fei stored the phone and the notes carefully, got out of the car, and helped Li Guo’er hide the body.
“Once we’ve appeased the souls in the taxi, we’ll have our very own car.” Han Fei was quite happy; this vehicle that could travel in the night was very important.
“Don’t talk in such a joyful tone with your hands covered in blood; this is not so urban romance drama series,” Li Guo’er gave Han Fei a look as they collaborated to clean the blood and bury the body.
“Let’s do this: we first go to the Perfect Life Inn to dismantle those ga participants and obtain the dicine and body-hiding tools we need, then co back.” They didn’t waste much ti and set off imdiately after a rough clean-up.
“This car feels so weird to drive.” Li Guo’er threw the driver’s legs under the passenger seat and sped along the deserted road.
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