摘要：The night was like a heavy black cloth pressing down on the city. The pea-sized raindrops hit the ground wildly, making a thumping

The night was like a heavy black cloth pressing down on the city. The pea-sized raindrops hit the ground wildly, making a thumping sound, as if they were about to submerge the whole world. When Xiaohui finished his shift at the factory in the suburbs and dragged his tired body to the bus stop, he found that he had missed the last regular bus. He stood under the awning of the bus station, looking at the empty street, full of helplessness and anxiety.

Just when Xiaohui was worried about how to get home, a bus slowly came from afar. The route sign on the car body was blurred in the rain curtain, and only the words "last bus" could be seen vaguely. Xiao Hui was overjoyed, as if he had grabbed a lifeline in the dark, and he didn't even think about it before rushing towards the car in the rain. The car door opened with a "snap," and a damp, musty smell enveloped me. The interior lights were dim and yellow, as if they were about to go out at any moment. Xiaohui walked into the car and was surprised to find that there was only the driver in the large car, with no other passengers, and it was quiet to the point of being eerie.

Xiaohui chose a seat near the middle and sat down. As soon as his butt touched the seat, he felt a chill coming from behind. The car slowly moved, and the wheels rolled in the standing water, splashing up high. The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the dense raindrops hit the car window, making the world outside the window blurry, only seeing a vague black outline. Xiaohui casually looked up, his eyes scanning the rearview mirror in front of him, only to find that the driver's eyes were staring straight at him through the mirror. That look was cold and empty, with no warmth at all, as if Xiaohui was a prey. Xiao Hui was startled, his scalp went numb instantly, and he quickly shifted his gaze away, but his heart began to beat wildly uncontrollably.

The car drove for a while, and Xiaohui felt that the route was a bit wrong. The familiar streets and lampposts were gone, replaced by a narrow and remote path. The trees on both sides of the road swayed in the wind, and the branches looked like monsters with claws and teeth. Xiao Hui remembered that the usual bus would not take this deserted road, and a sense of foreboding came over him. He gathered his courage and raised his voice to ask the driver:“Master, which road are we taking? I don't feel right about it.” However, the driver seemed to have not heard his words, still holding the steering wheel silently and staring straight ahead, ignoring his questions. Xiao Hui's unease grew stronger and stronger, and a kind of inexplicable fear began to spread in his heart. He got up and wanted to go to the front door to ask, but as soon as his feet touched the ground, he found that the originally short carriage seemed to have become infinitely long. He took a step, but it felt like he was treading water, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get close to the front door.

Suddenly, the car came to a sudden stop without any warning, and the huge inertia almost made Xiaohui fall over. He looked out the window in horror, and saw that the car was parked in the middle of nowhere. The four sides are dilapidated houses, the walls collapse, the windows are hollow, like a pair of despairing eyes. The barren fields were overgrown with weeds, swaying wildly in the wind and rain. Not far away, a gloomy abandoned factory stood there, its huge body exuding an inexplicable strangeness in the rain. The rusty iron gate was half-open, making a "creaking" sound, as if it were telling an unknown secret.

At this time, the car door slowly opened, and the rain and biting cold wind rushed into the car, causing Xiaohui to shiver. With a chilling wind, a woman dripping wet appeared at the car door. Her face was pale as paper, with no trace of blood, her wet hair plastered against her face, blocking most of her face, and only her eyes could be seen, with a vacant and empty gaze, without focus. She walked step by step, mechanically towards Xiaohui, leaving a puddle of water at each step, making a "plop, plop" sound, echoing in the quiet carriage, as if it was knocking on Xiaohui's heart...

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