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Ghost car driver who touched the world (shocked Jessica Hester Hsuan)! Less than half a year after the hero took the car, many inexplicable things followed.

This is a sedan Fukang taxi with a good number: Jing BE5007, which is very common in Beijing. This taxi is 200 1. It has been running for three years. I picked it up six months ago and it is really well maintained. Since I drove it, it has never broken down halfway.

The first thing that puzzles people is that it snowed one day, with little snow, which is the kind of sleet with ice residue. It's gray. As usual, I went out at 7: 00 in the morning for a whole day, and collected it at around 8: 30 in the evening. I parked my car next to the small pine tree downstairs in our community. At that time, the car was covered with mud and the tires were covered with mud. When I locked the car, I was still thinking: tomorrow.

To my surprise, the next morning, as soon as I left home, I saw my car shiny and spotless. I opened the door strangely and found that even the mat in the car seemed to have just been washed, without a trace of dirt, which was completely the standard appearance of a taxi: clean body, clean floor, clean glass, clean tires, clean seat, clean dashboard and clean engine surface.

Up to now, I can't guess who did this. It won't be my family. My wife and children can't go out to wash the car in the middle of the night while I'm sleeping. Even if they wash the car, they won't be so professional, and they won't drive my car to wash it outside-they can't drive at all. Who else, Guo from Unit 4? Guo also drives a Fukang taxi, which belongs to Yuyang, not our Xilaifu taxi company. But my car is dirty. How can he help me wash it? Did this kid brush the wrong car in the middle of the night? Haha, that's great-but on second thought, it's impossible. He can clean the outside of the car, but what about the inside? Where did he get my car keys?

Next, I am more confused. One day, I stood in line at the gate of Poly Building. A tall and thin "brother" got off his Jetta, opened my car door, patted me on the shoulder and called me "bitter". I turned around and said, My name is Xu, not Xie. The skinny "brother" quickly apologized and said that he had mistaken me for someone else, but he still walked behind my car, looked at my license plate number and said to himself, "Isn't this a bitter car?" I think this brother may know my ex-brother, but he doesn't know that he has changed his master and doesn't care too much.

Another puzzling thing is that the mileage meter of my car is always inaccurate. The last five digits on the meter were 1320 1 when the car was locked downstairs in the community the day before, but when the car left the next morning, it actually became 16575, which was more than 300 kilometers away. At first, I thought I was mistaken. I was so careless. Evil! There are two or three hundred kilometers extra every day. I began to suspect that the electric meter was broken. I went to the Fukang special maintenance center. After careful inspection, the repairman said that everything was normal and there was nothing wrong with the kilometer meter!

Unexpected things happen one after another. One day at noon, I was sweeping the third ring road. In front of a Li Xia taxi, the cover of the machine was wide open and flashing, and an "elder sister" waved to me for help. It is said that it is difficult to drive a taxi, and it is even harder to be a "sister". I quickly stopped the car and asked what was going on. "My sister" said that the car suddenly stalled, but it couldn't. There seems to be no oil. I want some oil, and I said no problem. After receiving the oil drum and plastic pipe handed by my "sister", I walked back to my car, unscrewed the oil tank cover, inserted the plastic pipe into the oil tank, took a sip with my mouth, and immediately aimed at the white plastic oil drum-

When gasoline was injected into the oil drum, I found that there was something wrong with the color of gasoline. "Dear Sister" was also surprised: "Brother, what kind of gasoline do you use? Why is it so red? "

"I have been adding Sinopec oil, 93%, so it is effective ..." I also want to know.

It's strange how the gasoline in my tank is red. I'm confused.

What is even more bizarre is that on that day in March, the sky gradually darkened, and the evening in Beijing was even more gloomy and the line of sight was not very good. I was pulling a Cantonese guy in the car, and time was tight. I finally "killed" him from the traffic jam on the Third Ring Road and got on the Fourth Ring Road. Speed 90, cross Sihui Bridge and go straight to the airport expressway. It went well all the way. I drove in the innermost lane, and the car drove fast and steadily. In the blink of an eye, I crossed Chaoyang Park Bridge. At this moment, somehow my car suddenly locked its tires, as if someone had slammed on the brakes.

By the time I came to my senses, the car had stalled, nailed to the road, and my right foot was still stepping on the accelerator. The air is filled with the rubber smell from the tire friction-what surprises me even more is that a small migrant worker with a white idea and a helmet is in front of my car, only one punch away from the front bumper at most!

Small migrant workers may have just turned over from the isolation belt, scared silly by everything in front of them, pale and nailed there like nails.

And I, too, sat flat in the car and didn't slow down for a long time. ...

I really didn't see where that little migrant worker came from. I really can't explain why the car suddenly stopped at this critical moment. I really didn't step on the brakes at all, and my foot was still on the accelerator! I'm afraid to think about it. I am in a cold sweat! If the sudden tire lock is a fault, isn't it a coincidence that this fault saved a life?

It really is.-god help me.

Uneasy emotions make me miserable. Reminiscent of all kinds of strange things these days, I began to have a strong curiosity about this car. I got through to Captain Yang of our company and told Team Yang a thrilling scene. I didn't expect Team Yang to disagree. I asserted that I was scared and hallucinated. Let me pay attention to rest, don't work hard and be in a daze all day, pay attention to my health and work hard. Speaking of this, Team Yang seems to suddenly think of something: "Oh, yes, the traffic team's violation notice has come down. There seems to be you. Buy a traffic safety newspaper that says, I want to pay a fine! "

I quickly bought a newspaper at the newsstand and opened it. In a list of illegal vehicles, my license plate number actually appeared:

Car number, model, color, illegal place, date and time

Beijing BE5007 Miss Hong Bridge 2004-1-1704: 39: 02

I can't help but be surprised again: since I drove a taxi, I haven't left the car until after seven in the morning, and it's only nine or ten in the evening. How to violate the rules at four in the morning in this winter?

Did someone clone my taxi? Use my license plate number? I seem to have seen similar reports in the newspaper before, and I am determined to get to the bottom of the matter, otherwise I will be troubled by this series of strange things every day, I can't work hard to make money, and I have to toss out mental derangement.

Yes! We must find out the truth!

In the early morning of June 65438+1October 65438+July 7, I drove straight to the traffic team to ask about my car violation. The traffic police knocked on the computer and said that I was speeding at Xiaojieqiao in the early morning at a speed of 130, urging me to get my driver's license, issue a violation notice and pay a fine at the bank.

I immediately told the traffic police what I thought of the violation record, and urged the police to show me my car violation evidence. The traffic police thought about it and said, well, look at the video surveillance of radar speed measurement.

The traffic police took me to another room with a screen on the wall, entered my car number on a keyboard, and the video clearly showed-

A red Fukang taxi passed by the camera from far and near, and the monitoring number in the upper right corner of the screen changed rapidly, and finally stopped at 130.2KM/H, which was a serious speeding!

It was played again in slow motion. I recognized that it was my car at a glance, and it was really my car. Not only is the license plate number the same: Jing BE5007, but even the reflector base is wrapped with tape, and there is a coin-sized paint drop in the right front corner, exactly the same! It can't be a clone car, but it is really my car! I just feel my heart beating violently!

The image of the car is fixed on the screen. I asked the traffic police to enlarge the image. I want to see who is driving.

"Who else besides you, your other half?" The traffic police were impatient, but they did as I said. The image is enlarged step by step and blurred more and more. They can only see a big head with sparse hair on his forehead, and some middle-aged people are sitting in the cab and losing their heads. ...

I was too shocked to speak for a long time.

I began to suspect that someone must have stolen my car in the middle of the night. This idea has been lingering in my mind, making me feel more and more uneasy. I can't sleep in bed at night. These days, one strange phenomenon after another, all kinds of doubts and conjectures swirled in my mind, which surprised me and even scared me. I decided to find out.

Late at night, my wife and daughter fell asleep. I crept up, put on a cotton-padded coat and took a flashlight, quietly went downstairs and walked towards the place where I parked. ...

I'm surprised-

The car is gone!

My head is dizzy, and the car is really gone. Every day I park my car next to the small tree downstairs, but now the edge of the small tree is empty, only the small tree is swaying alone in the night wind, and my car is not seen. Under the dim street lamp, the shadows of trees move back and forth on the ground, which looks a little gloomy and terrible.

I lost my car!

I really lost my car!

When I recovered from my ignorance, I immediately thought of calling the police.

I stumbled into the police station and said to the policeman on duty out of breath, "Report the case-car, car ..."

This policeman is very kind. Seeing that I was panting and incoherent, he said a few words of comfort, such as don't worry, hand it back to me with a bowl of water and let me make it clear.

I told you what just happened to me. Although the policeman has a smile on his face, he looks absent-minded. Perhaps for them, the theft of motor vehicles is not a big deal. This is not uncommon. Maybe there are always 911 calls coming in. The police answered the phone for a while and then answered it, a little absent-minded Maybe I'm too distracted to express myself clearly.

Take notes, ask and answer. The police asked me many names, ages, nationalities, places of origin and home addresses, and I answered them all, as if I had stolen the car instead of lost it. He asked me a lot of questions about the license plate, model, color and the name of the taxi company, but I answered honestly, and finally talked about the lost car. I asked all the details one by one, and the transcript was finished. It's already dawn, and the sky has begun to shine. I signed the thick record and wrote the word "true". After that, the police told me to go home and wait for news, saying that you believe in go-vern-ment, and we will definitely catch the suspect who stole the car.

Unexpectedly, when I walked back to my house downstairs, I couldn't believe my eyes-my Fukang taxi stopped at the edge of the small tree downstairs, without any movement, just where I parked every day, as if nothing had happened!

I quickly stumbled into the police station and said to the policeman on duty out of breath, "The car is not lost, the car, the car ..."

The policeman looked at my face carefully from top to bottom, from left to right, for a long time, and then said softly, "What's wrong with you ..."

Did I read it wrong last night? I really wonder if there is something wrong with my nerves. I didn't have a good rest these days, and I was blinded by it, but on second thought, I won't! I am familiar with my downstairs. How can you look in the wrong place?

After repeated analysis, I began to believe that someone must have stolen my car in the middle of the night. I thought of the fuzzy big-headed middle-aged man in the surveillance, right! He must have taken my taxi in the middle of the night, but if this man can take my car in the middle of the night, why does he drive it back before dawn every day? I'm really confused and I can't guess the answer, but one thing is certain, this man is not a car thief. If he were a thief, my car would have disappeared long ago. ...

It suddenly dawned on me why my kilometer meter was "not allowed" and there were two or three hundred kilometers more every day. So this middle-aged man drives my car after midnight every day! -My mileage meter is very accurate! He drives my car for two or three hundred kilometers every night!

I can't help shivering and feel a little cold in my back. I can't figure out how this middle-aged man took my car. What is his motive? On this day, I couldn't sleep well, and I didn't have the heart to earn money. My mind is always full of that fuzzy middle-aged man with a big head. I decided to solve the mystery and investigate the matter. What is hidden behind these strange things?

I got through to my neighbor Guo, who drives a taxi, and said I wanted to borrow his car for one night. Guo wondered, "Why don't you use your own car?"

I lied and said, "My car broke down and a distant relative happened to come in the evening. I have to go to the west station to meet people ... "

I'll keep an eye on my taxi all night to see what's going on. I am a little nervous and excited at the thought that the truth may come out tonight, and my blood is boiling.

My Beijing BE5007 red Fukang taxi stopped quietly at the old place-next to that little tree.

Just after the evening, I asked Guo's car to drive over and quietly lurked in a dark corner dozens of meters away from my car. I looked at my target in the car, and everything around my car was clear and there were no obstacles.

Everything is ready, all that remains is to wait patiently. ...

Night came quietly bit by bit, and people who had been busy for a day returned to their rooms called home one after another. The whole community gradually quieted down, only the little pine tree swayed tirelessly in the clear night wind under the dim street lamp.

I stared at my car and didn't dare to be careless.

The car stopped, quietly stopped under the small tree.

The lights on the windows of residential buildings went out one by one, and there was a dead silence around them. There is no moon or stars in the sky.

Late at night, I was in the dark, and I could hear my pulse beating.

Suddenly, I saw a figure beside my car. I am so nervous that I can't breathe. This man came to my car door. He looks over forty years old, of medium build, slightly fat and slightly hunched. He walks with round legs, a big head and sparse hair on his forehead. He is wearing the work clothes of a taxi driver that Beijingers often say.

I'm afraid he will see me and put himself very low. Try to hold your breath.

I saw a middle-aged man patting my car door, as if facing the car, and as if talking to himself: "Old chap, I'm coming again!" " "Then open the door, evil! My car is locked. Why did he pull it away?

My heart is beating fast and jumping up sharply.

The middle-aged man got on the bus, started the engine, turned on the headlights, and the car slowly drove to the street outside the community.

I also calmed down from the panic, took a taxi and immediately followed. Looked at the clock in the car, it was just midnight.

What the hell is he doing?

I followed the car in front of me at a distance, only to see the top light (taxi no-load running light) on, and the speed was not very fast. I turned a street, and a man and a woman waved by the roadside, and the car leaned over. ...

Honey, he's stealing! I suddenly woke up!

He was really pulling in my car: from east to west, from south to north, from Tiantongyuan to He Yi Xili, from Zhongguancun to Fangzhuang Community, passengers got on and off one after another. Sometimes from the back, middle-aged people can be seen tilting their heads and chatting with passengers, waving their arms in the air. From his driving, we can conclude that this man is an experienced driver. Sometimes the gap between the two sides of the car is quite strict, so he doesn't have to slow down.

It's really hard for me to keep up with him. If there were no traffic lights, I think I would be left behind.

That's it. I followed him. Around three o'clock in the morning, people on the road are even rarer. The car in front dropped off the passengers and drove to Poly Building. I stopped at the end of a taxi queue. I followed him, stopped behind him and pretended to line up.

I saw that the middle-aged man with a big head and some heads lost just got off the bus, and a "brother" greeted him in front: "Thank you, how much?" Looks familiar.

"One hundred and seventy-eight," the middle-aged man replied.

It suddenly occurred to me that a "brother" patted me on the shoulder that day and called me "bitter". It turns out that this middle-aged man who stole my car is suffering. It seems that this wretch has been stealing my car for a long time!

Lao Xie opened the trunk of my car, took out the rag and started cleaning the car while waiting for work. He looks calm, as if the car is his own. He cleaned it quickly, cleanly and carefully, and didn't even let go of a little mud on the tire. While cleaning the car, he muttered, "This shift worker is really lazy, really lazy ..."

The taxi team moved forward bit by bit. When Lao Xie was in his first childhood, my taxi was shiny and spotless. I understand why the dirty car suddenly refreshed the next day on that snowy day. It turns out that bitter has already wiped it! What the hell is going on here?

The doorman in the hotel lobby is waving here. Mr. Xie drove over and left with a foreigner. I continued to follow him.

This old Xie drove my taxi to Beijing again at night, pulling and walking around the streets again and again, busy and efficient. Just after 5: 00 in the morning, Lao Xie saw off the last passengers, turned off the overhead light, buckled the "Little Red Riding Hood" (taxi stop sign) on the empty headlights on the front windshield and drove all the way to my home. In a blink of an eye, he arrived at the door of my community, which was very narrow and there were many cars parked next to him. He was a really good driver and rushed in at once. After I slowed down carefully and passed through the gate of the community, the bitter cold had already disappeared in the darkness before dawn. Only my red Fukang taxi stopped under the Komatsu tree, motionless, and the tire hub was still warm. ...

It was this guy named Lao Xie who kept stealing my car in the middle of the night, and things finally took shape. Whose suffering is this? Why did he steal my car for surgery? I can't see the furtive uneasiness in his expression, as if the car was his, which puzzled me, puzzled me, and made me have a strong curiosity and a strong desire to completely solve the mystery!

I recalled that the work clothes worn by Lao Xie just now belonged to our company, and inferred that this person may be the driver of our company or my former driver, at least once worked in our rental company. Yes! It must be like this! Captain Yang of the company must know Lao Xie, and he will find the answer there.

As soon as I got to work in the morning, I drove to the company, found team leader Yang and asked about the bitter man.

I asked Captain Yang if the car No.5007 was the one I had driven before. The captain agreed.

"You know what? Why did you ask him? " Team Yang was a little surprised.

I said, "I want to talk to him. It is said that he is good at driving and repairing cars, and he is familiar with the condition of this car. I want to learn from him and learn from him. " I think this is between me and Lao Xie, and I don't want the team involved.

Captain Yang looked at me and said, "He doesn't drive a taxi now."

"Is he big-headed, in his forties, of medium height, a little fat, a little hunchbacked and a little bowlegged ..."

Captain Yang's eyes widened when he heard this: "You ... How do you know?"

"I saw him yesterday." I said.

Captain Yang hurriedly dug out a newspaper from a lot of information, and his hands were obviously shaking. He pointed to the photo in the newspaper and asked, "Is it him?"

"yes." I nodded.

Captain Yang opened his eyes wide and stared at me with his mouth open. It took him a long time to make a trembling voice from his throat: "Thank him, he ... he died young!" " "

I suddenly trembled all over, my throat was terribly dry, my scalp was cold, and my hair stood on end!

Did I see a ghost? Creepy!

That's a copy of last year's Beijing Times.

The headline of the newspaper is very eye-catching-a taxi driver died suddenly in Zizhuqiao last night!

Yesterday morning, in Zizhuyuan South Road, a taxi driver died suddenly in the car, and it took more than 6 hours to be discovered.

On the east side of a gas station on Zizhuyuan South Road, a red Fukang taxi with the number plate "Jing BE5007" was quietly parked there. The car was intact except for two front windows that were shaken down. A driver with slightly sparse hair on his forehead, purple face, swollen face and stopped breathing, his eyes were wide open and his right leg was still bent on the accelerator. This action was maintained until 10: 30 in the morning, and the body was carried on the corpse truck. The driver leaned his head against the right guardrail, and there were scattered instant noodles in the car.

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It is understood that the driver's name is Xie Guocheng and he is 45 years old this year. According to the preliminary diagnosis of the emergency doctor 120 who arrived at the scene, the deceased died of myocardial infarction induced by fatigue. The police on duty at the scene said that the specific cause of death will not be known until after the autopsy.

The newspaper also published photos of the scene of the deceased-what a pain!

I was confused, my mind was at a loss, my throat was on fire, and I swallowed hard.

Captain Yang and the rest of the company stared at me with frightened eyes, as if looking at a patient in an insane asylum.

To tell the truth, I was born under the red flag of the chairman of the new society and was influenced by materialism since I was a child. I don't believe in ghosts and gods in this world at all. But I can't explain what happened in front of me.

I recall the scene last night, especially when Lao Xie was washing the car. The photo is really the dead man named Xie Guocheng.

Is my car really haunted? I keep repeating this suspense in my mind over and over again. Slowly out of the fog of fear. Rational thinking gradually returned to my mind. Don't say that there are no ghosts in this world, but there are ghosts. I don't think a ghost like Lao Xie is terrible.

After a little return to absolute being, I made up my mind. Tonight, I must find out whether this victim is a man or a ghost.

It's dark, too. On a moonless night in winter, the streets are deserted, and occasionally people pass by in a hurry, and suddenly there is silence. A small wind blew like a knife and poured into my back neck collar, which made me shudder again. I wandered across the street from the entrance of the community and stamped my feet to keep warm in the cold wind. I'm going to pretend to be a passenger and take a taxi myself. It's really incredible to think of it.

In order not to let the unhappy man recognize me, I put on a black trench coat that I haven't worn for a long time today. The collar stood up, the wool hat wrapped my head tightly, and I put on a big white mask. I waited for about an hour. An empty car in the street saw me standing on the side of the road and leaned over hard. I quickly waved and wouldn't let him leave.

My eyes are fixed on the door of the community and I dare not deviate for a moment. Bitter still didn't appear, as if I was fighting my patience to the death. ...

At midnight, I saw a Fukang taxi slowly driving out of the gate of the community. My heart is racing, as if I were about to jump out. I saw at a glance that it was my car-Jing BE5007!

It is excitement, tension and fear. Several emotions are intertwined, and it is not cold at once. I just feel that my blood is running in my body and my whole body is hot.

I quickly waved to the car, and my heart was in my throat-

The driver in the car seemed to see me, crossed the road and stuck it on my side and stopped there. When I saw the driver, it was the bitterness in the newspaper!

Ghosts! I can't help but get flustered at the thought of this. I even thought about running away at once. I feel as if my neck is caught by something, and I can't breathe. I swallowed hard to suppress my fear and panic.

I opened the car door and obviously felt my hands shaking.

A warm wind blew on my face, followed by a cry: "Hello!" "

"Ah", paused, I tried to control myself not to be rude and got on the bus.

Take another look at the driver in the mirror. His big head, small eyes, flat nose and big mouth are exactly the same as those in the photo. I really saw a ghost!

"Excuse me, where are you going?" A bitter asked with a smile. He didn't recognize me, in fact, I don't know if he knows me. His smile is sincere and looks like a real person.

Not only that, I won't be too nervous when I see the pain before me.

"Go to the Asian Games Village." I casually said a place name and began to calm down slowly.

"Good, Asian Games Village." O bitter repeated, turn around and drive north.

Is he a man or a ghost? Seeing Lao Xie sitting next to me driving, I can't help associating him with ghosts.

"Let me tell you a joke," bitter first broke the silence with a smile. "A few days ago, I pulled a foreigner at the West Railway Station. I said where are you going, and he said to the capital. I said, isn't this the capital? He said don't fool me, this is Beijing and I'm going to the capital. You said coke is not coke. " He gestured in the air with his right hand when he spoke. Look at me from time to time.

"Really?" I answered, gradually relaxing.

"Finally, guess what, he is going to the Capital Hotel. You said that this grandfather saved two words, which is a big misunderstanding. Fortunately, he didn't go to the Pacific department store, otherwise the car wouldn't have driven to the seaside! " Lao Xie amused me, and he laughed himself. His Beijing accent is humorous, which makes people feel that this person is amiable.

"I said you take off your hat and mask. It's warm in the car, or you'll catch a cold when you go out. FD is long gone, so there is no need to be so careful. Our car is disinfected every day. " A bitter blunt I said.

I took off my wool hat and dared not take off my mask in case he recognized me. Fortunately, he didn't care too much.

"Master, it is difficult to drive at night!" This time, I took the initiative to grab the conversation.

"Yes, it's hard to rent, and the car share is too high. Pay back when you earn some money. " Bitter answer while driving.

"Do you work the night shift?" I began to get down to business step by step.

"Ah-yes." A sharp answer.

"Two shifts, nothing." I pretended to be absent-minded. "You can have a good rest by driving alone during the day."

"So-so," Lao Xie said with a smile. "Our shift worker is really lazy, so I tried to clean his car."

I think I must be the "transformation" he said. I hate cleaning cars: "It's not easy!" I can't believe I'm defending myself on this occasion.

Just then, a big truck drove up, and the dazzling headlights lit up the cab. Ah Ku panicked, braked suddenly and covered his face with his hands crossed.

My heart suddenly tightened. According to legend, ghosts are afraid of seeing light and have no shadow. In the strong light, I tried to open my eyes and stare at the pain. Bitter-there is really no shadow behind! He is really a ghost!

Ghost, this must be a bitter ghost, attached to the car, I began to feel cold and goose bumps again!

Creepy!

The truck roared in the wrong direction, and bitter returned to his normal smiling state, as if nothing had happened just now.

"Yes, it's really not easy to drive a taxi." Lao Xie continued the topic just now and told a joke while driving: "A man got on my car that day and asked me why most taxis in Beijing are yellow. I said that our brothers could earn some money at that time, so the car was the color of harvest; The man asked again: Why are taxis all red now? I said it's hard to earn money now, and drivers are suffering. The red color of that car is dyed red with the driver's blood. The man said again, I heard that it will be changed to black in the future? I said yes, then we will all be burned to death, can it not be dark! Ha ha ..... "A bitter said he laughed out loud for the first time.

Although Lao Xie was telling a joke, I couldn't laugh at all, but my heart was shaking. In this way, I took a taxi driven by the soul, routed from the central axis to the south, crossed the city center, and came to the vicinity of the Asian Games Village. What to do next? My mind is a mess. ...

Lao Xie didn't seem to notice my panic and anxiety and asked, "Here we are. Where did you stop?"

"That's it." I have no time to think about it.

The car slowly stopped by the side of the road and painstakingly lifted the meter. The meter rattled for a while and printed out an invoice.

I can't read the handwriting on the invoice handed over by Lao Xie. I read the invoice again and again, and it was still the white note, which strengthened my judgment: Lao Xie is not a person, but must be a ghost.

Xu Zi, I call my name. Do you dare to face the reality?

"Here you are, sir, 3 1 yuan, and make up for 30." Lao Xie said.

I woke up from my meditation. I don't know where I got the courage. I slowly took off my mask and said, "Are you Master Xie?"

I saw that the bitter man was frightened and his mouth was wide open, and he didn't close it for a long time.

My eyes looked straight at him so calmly, and my heart was really calm. It took the bitter elephant a long time to react to everything in front of him and stammered, "I, I, I didn't scare you, did I, Brother Xu ..."

Sure enough, I'm not surprised that he already knows me.

"I don't think you will hurt me." I said, seeing the bitterness and panic, I am not only no longer afraid, but also funny-ghosts are afraid of people!

Although it was the first time, everyone knew each other, so embarrassment was like a cloud in the wind, and it soon drifted away. Lao Xie also recovered his normal state and said, "How could I harm you?" You are my partner. How could I hurt you? " You forget that I saved it one day.