Chapter 1186 It Turns Out that the Pit Is in Such a Wonderful Place! (Please Subscribe and Vote for the Monthly Ticket)

In the middle of the night, the sky was covered with dark clouds, not even a glimmer of moonlight was left.

Jones, the chosen one of Kangaroo Country, drove his taxi slowly on a narrow dirt road in the suburbs.

The gloomy forest around him, I don’t know if it was the wind blowing, some trees were swaying strangely, looking very scary.

Jones felt an inexplicable chill in his heart. He held the steering wheel tightly, and his eyes could only rely on the faint light of the front of the car to judge the road conditions ahead.

On the radio, the announcer’s voice was filled with fear and uneasiness, as if he knew how terrible the human traffickers were.

At this moment, Jones was still thinking whether the radio broadcast was a clue. At this moment, a woman suddenly appeared in the darkness on the side of the road. She was holding a child tightly in her hands and waving at Jones, probably to take a taxi.

The scene looked particularly terrifying under the dim headlights, which instantly reminded Jones of the human traffickers just mentioned on the radio.

His heartbeat accelerated, and fear surged into his heart like a tide.

Jones thought about it and realized that the rules did not require him to pick up passengers on the roadside. It was better to have less trouble than more.

So he gritted his teeth, pretended not to see it, and stepped on the accelerator directly, trying to escape from this dangerous place.

When the taxi drove for a distance, Jones thought he had gotten rid of the terrible woman, but she appeared on the roadside in front again, exactly the same as before.

Jones could even see that the woman had a blank expression on her face, one hand was waving, and the other hand was holding the child tightly.

He accelerated again, trying to get rid of this dangerous weirdness.

But no matter how hard he tried, the woman holding the child would always appear again in a corner in front, and take a taxi in the same posture.

Jones knew that if he didn't take this woman away today, he might really not be able to get out of this road.

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He took a deep breath, suppressed the fear and uneasiness in his heart, and stopped the car with a stiff upper lip.

"If you want to take a taxi, please sit in the passenger seat." In order to save trouble, Jones rolled down the window and spoke directly.

The passenger door slowly opened, and an inexplicably powerful aura appeared. Jones' heartbeat beat like a drum in his chest. He could now understand why the radio announcer kept emphasizing that human traffickers were terrible.

How could he not be afraid? Ever since the woman got on the car, Jones felt that his life was not in his own hands.

He looked nervously at the woman holding the child. She had no expression on her face, her eyes were a little swollen, her face was very wrinkled, and she looked to be in her forties.

The child in her arms was very small and seemed unable to speak. She kept crying "wa wa", holding a cartoon plastic toy in her hand, which looked like a flat-billed yellow duck.

If you look closely, you can see a trace of blood on the flat-billed yellow duck.

The child seemed to be unfamiliar with the wrinkled woman, and there were some signs of struggle, but the wrinkled woman's hand was always holding him tightly, which further confirmed what Jones had just heard.

Jones was afraid, and the sound of the child crying was so weird. He was even more afraid after being infected.

Jones could clearly feel the cold sweat on his forehead, and he asked in a trembling voice: "Where are you going?"

It seemed that if he had not violated the rules, then these people in the car could not hurt them.

Jones kept reciting these words in his heart to encourage himself.

The wrinkled woman replied: "Tiger head stele."

It was still the old rules. Jones did not have a mobile phone and there was no navigation in the car, so he asked the wrinkled woman for the approximate location and asked her to show the way.

The wrinkled woman said it was no problem and told Jones how to go.

Jones could judge from her words that the tiger head stele should be in the suburbs, not in the city, so he could send her away.

Thinking of this, Jones stepped on the accelerator and the taxi drove in the direction of the tiger head stele, which was deep in the forest.

After driving for a distance, Jones was thinking, where is the pit of this level?

He didn't think that this woman who kept appearing would be accidental, there must be a pit.

Along the way, the car was unusually dull, only the child kept crying.

Just when Jones was thinking, he had come to the depths of the forest. The road here was not easy to walk and was bumpy.

Moreover, the trees here are lush and lush. Jones saw that the windshield in front of him was scratched by some branches and heard some branches hitting the car body.

Jones observed very carefully and could see that there were many "stone tablets" nearby. Jones had just passed two, but had not reached the tiger-head stone tablet mentioned by the wrinkled woman.

According to her, it was estimated that there was still ten minutes to go.

At this time, I don’t know if it was because of the bumps, Jones heard a "tapping" sound in the car, as if something fell.

He looked in the direction of the sound nervously, but didn’t find anything.

"Am I too suspicious?"

Just as Jones continued to look at the road, he found that the crying child in the arms of the wrinkled woman had lost the flat-billed yellow duck in her hand.

The thing just fell, perhaps from the child's hand.

As a driver, Jones reminded her, the wrinkled woman said "um", and Jones continued to drive.

After driving for about five minutes, something strange happened, and Jones felt a lot quieter in his ears.

It’s not that the road is relatively flat, but that the child in the arms of the wrinkled woman stopped crying.

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Maybe he was tired of crying. Children who are tired of crying probably need to rest for a while.

Jones didn't think it was strange at the time.

But when he drove for a while, he found that the child started crying again.

Especially when he was close to the destination, the child cried louder.

The intuition of the Chosen One told Jones that something was wrong here.

But what was wrong? Jones began to think about it and the speed of the car gradually slowed down.

Suddenly, he looked at the wrinkled woman in the passenger seat and was shocked.

"Fuck, the pit is here!"

Having understood where the pit of this level was, Jones didn't dare to move forward at all, but turned the car around and went back.

At this moment, Jones kept staring at the wrinkled woman, because he was afraid that the wrinkled woman would suddenly attack him.

As time went by, Jones came to the place just now, which was where the child didn't cry.

At this time, Jones stepped on the brakes, pulled the handbrake, and stayed here, motionless.

The audience outside the big screen didn't know what Jones was doing, but Jones knew that he had reached his destination.

Remember that Rule 2 mentioned [Don't care who the passengers are, as long as everyone on the car is a passenger].

It is obvious here that the wrinkled woman is a passenger, and the child is obviously also a passenger.

Many of the chosen ones focus on this wrinkled woman, and the radio station emphasizes her danger, so it is easy to ignore the child.

This is the clever trap of the world of ghost stories, which can trigger the death conditions of the chosen ones inadvertently, but the death is just because the chosen ones did not pay attention and did not make correct judgments.

Jones is not sure whether the wrinkled woman will pay the fare, but the child in her arms has already paid the fare.

The so-called fare is not necessarily money, perhaps some props.

Jones just took a look and didn't know where the flat-billed yellow duck in the child's hand fell, and the wrinkled woman didn't care.

This proves that there may be some kind of restraint between the two of them.

And the flat-billed yellow duck is the so-called fare, and the child gave it "actively".

It is also very simple to know where the child wants to get off.