Weird Cards: I've Become a Ghost

On an open space.

Eighteen brand-new graves stood in neat rows, as if they had just been erected.

Moreover, the surrounding area looked as if it had been the site of a terrible fire; the open space around the grave was covered with ashes from the burning vegetation, exuding a suffocating aura of death.

Just then, a gentle breeze swept by, sending ashes flying and a sinister aura wafting through the air. Even though it was broad daylight, it sent chills down the spines of some of the logistics team members.

The reason why these logistics team members, who had already participated in countless bizarre events, still had this feeling was that what truly made them feel this way was not the surrounding atmosphere, but the eerie aura that lingered around them.

"It seems the strange thing we're dealing with this time is no simple matter."

After briefly sensing the surrounding atmosphere, the spider-man's expression turned serious.

The eerie aura that lingers contains a strong sense of death.

Ordinary eerie things don't have this kind of aura.

After all, anything related to "death" is not so easy to deal with.

Unlike the Spider-Man, who felt a sense of foreboding, Xiao He, upon seeing the eighteen tombs, immediately thought of...

"It seems the weirdo we're dealing with this time... has a serious case of obsessive-compulsive disorder!"

These eighteen tombs are arranged neatly and in an orderly manner.

At a glance, the distance between each grave is roughly the same.

Compared to the surrounding messy and overgrown graves, these eighteen graves are quite unique.

Um... isn't it a bit impolite to think like that? After all, there are eighteen innocent victims buried in that grave!

Thinking of this, Xiao He also withdrew the chaotic and complicated thoughts in his mind and turned to look at the spider man who had already walked towards the eighteen tombs.

At this moment, the Spider-Man cautiously approached the first grave, carefully examining the tombstone.

Indeed, the tombstone did not bear the name of the deceased, only a date.

"Three days ago."

The Spider-Man frowned slightly and muttered to himself.

The date engraved on the tombstone was three days ago, and the engraving of this date was not like the engraving of a typical epitaph; rather, it looked as if it had been directly scratched on with some kind of sharp tool.

Immediately afterwards, the Spider-Man raised his hand and touched the scratches on the tombstone, carefully feeling the cold touch coming from his fingertips.

The eerie aura lingering on these scratches is the strongest.

The Spider-Man's eyes flickered slightly, as if he had thought of something. He then turned to Zheng Hao and asked, "When did the earliest disappearance case occur?"

Upon hearing the Spider-Man's words, Zheng Hao quickly stepped forward and replied, "It was seven days ago."

The spider-man nodded, a thoughtful look in his eyes.

In just over a week, only eighteen people died. It seems that although this strange creature is difficult to deal with, it will at least not cause too many casualties.

However you look at it, these are still eighteen living beings. Only by dealing with this strange creature as soon as possible can we prevent the loss of another innocent life.

With that in mind, the Spider-Man began to look around at the graves, and after a moment of contemplation, he gave an order.

"Digging up graves?"

Xiao He was taken aback for a moment, thinking to himself.

Isn't this a bit too inhumane? After all, people are dead, and digging them up is just too immoral.

However, he suddenly changed his mind and thought that erecting a grave did not necessarily mean that there was a corpse lying in the grave; it might just be a cenotaph.

Does the Spider-Man mean that the eighteen missing people didn't die at the hands of the supernatural? And that their bodies aren't buried in this grave?

Thinking about this, Xiao He also agreed with his own conjecture.

After all, what kind of supernatural being would be so kind as to build a grave for someone after committing murder?

But who knows? After all, it's strange; people do things in unpredictable ways.

Just as Xiao He was brainstorming, at the Spider Man's command, Zheng Hao led a group of logistics team members to start digging graves.

As time went by, Zheng Hao and the others, wielding shovels with great effort, quickly dug up all eighteen graves, revealing eighteen wooden coffins buried underground.

To be fair, martial artists have pretty good physical strength.

The spider-man slowly approached a pit, looked down at the coffin inside, and continued to give orders.

"Opening ceremony."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zheng Hao and his teammates exchanged a glance, and then they tacitly inserted shovels into the coffin lid and pried it open with force.

creak!

With a chilling creaking sound, the coffin lid was slowly pried open.

However, the moment the coffin lid was opened, a thick, nauseating stench of decay wafted out of the coffin, and Zheng Hao and the others closest to the coffin instinctively covered their mouths and noses.

There's no way around it; martial artists have far more sensitive senses than normal people, so they can smell this stench several times more intensely than ordinary people.

The Spider-Man and Xiao He, who were standing to the side, also quickly smelled the stench.

But the Spider-Man seemed not to smell anything, and expressionlessly peered into the coffin.

However, upon seeing this, his brows furrowed immediately, and he muttered to himself, "Strange..."

"What's so strange about that?"

Hearing the Spider Man's whisper, Xiao He also turned his gaze to the coffin. Upon looking inside, he frowned just like the Spider Man, his eyes revealing a look of surprise.

He hadn't studied any professional knowledge, nor did he know how long a body would decompose after being buried in the ground. But if the person buried in this coffin was indeed someone who had gone missing during this period, then the rate of decomposition was far too fast.

At this moment, the corpse inside the coffin was emaciated, with sunken eyes, skin clinging to the bones, and most of its body was rotten, with the white bones already visible. At first glance, it did not look like it had just died.

However, after regaining his senses, Xiao He's focus shifted from why the corpse had decomposed so quickly to...

"This one is strangely nice; after killing someone, it not only built a grave but also prepared a coffin."

However, the Spider-Man on the side didn't think so.

He looked at the remaining seventeen coffins and said solemnly, "Open all the remaining coffins."

"Yes."

Soon, thanks to the efforts of Zheng Hao and the logistics team, the remaining seventeen coffins were all opened.

After Spider-Man examined each of the corpses in the coffins, he fell silent and stood motionless.

Xiao He looked at the Spider Man who was silent with his head down and was also very curious. So he went up one by one to check the corpses in the coffins. After he finished looking at all the corpses, he also fell silent for a moment.

Because the corpses in the eighteen coffins were in different states of decay. Some were so decayed that most of their bodies were rotten and the bones were visible, while others were really just bones.

It seems that the deaths of these eighteen people occurred several years, or even more than a decade apart.

But the problem is... these people have only been dead for a little over a week.

At this moment, the Spider-Man broke his silence and issued yet another order to Zheng Hao and the others.

"We will conduct autopsies on these eighteen bodies to determine whether they are indeed the eighteen missing people."

Strangely enough, the faces of all these corpses had rotted away in unison, making it almost impossible to recognize their original appearances.

At this point, the spider-man paused slightly, then continued, "Take the bodies away first, and then refill these graves."

Spider-Man's behavior perfectly illustrates what it means to say something to someone above and have them running themselves ragged.

Under his orders, Zheng Hao and the others first took the body out of the coffin, then put the body into a mortuary bag, went back to close the coffin lid again, and finally used shovels to re-bury the grave mound.

After doing all this, even though Zheng Hao and the others had stamina far exceeding that of ordinary people, they were still panting heavily. However, with their martial arts skills, they could recover their strength quickly after a short rest.

After glancing at the eighteen graves, which had largely recovered, the Spider-Man turned to Xiao He and said, "It's daytime now. According to the data, that monster might not appear yet. So, if we want to find it and get rid of it, we only have two options."

Xiao He nodded and asked, "Which two roads?"

The spider-man paused for a moment, then replied, "Wait for the rabbit to run into the tree stump, or take the initiative."

After speaking, the spider-man looked at Xiao He with a meaningful gaze.

Which one do you choose?

......

late at night.

Darkness enveloped the entire city, and a chilling atmosphere permeated the silent, deserted streets.

On a street corner, a man carrying a briefcase stood looking exhausted, his eyes revealing deep weariness and helplessness.

If it weren't for that "lovable" jerk manager making him work overtime to finish the project, causing him to leave work "a little" late and miss the last bus, he wouldn't be standing on the roadside waiting for a taxi now.

"Sigh, another ten dollars gone."

The man sighed softly.

The lousy company I work for promised to reimburse travel expenses for overtime work, but who knew they would only reimburse bus fares, leaving me to pay for taxis myself.

And they even had the audacity to say that everyone else takes the bus home after working overtime, so why should you take a taxi?

They even said things like taking taxis is bad for one's ambition.

The man found it all ridiculous, both for the company and for himself.

He would have quit long ago if he didn't really need the job.

After all, suitable jobs are never easy to find, and now that he's over thirty, it's even harder for him.

Just then, a strong wind blew by, and the cold night wind blew against his clothes, causing him to instinctively hunch his arms and try to find some warmth.

The streetlights cast a faint, dim yellow light, illuminating his slightly tired face. Perhaps because there was no one around and very little traffic, it seemed to the man that time had stood still. Looking at the darkness in the distance, he couldn't help but recall a story about ghost taxis that he had overheard from a colleague at lunch earlier that day.

It seems that lately, every night, a ghost taxi appears on the streets of Binhai City, specifically targeting those who don't return home at night. After the ghost taxi quietly drives past them, these people invariably disappear the next day.

No one knows the origin of this ghost taxi, and even the identity of the taxi driver is shrouded in mystery. However, this ghost taxi does not appear frequently, and it seems to only take away one unlucky passerby each night.

"I hope I'm not that unlucky."

The thought sent a chill down the man's spine. He tried to dismiss the idea, telling himself that it was just a story his colleague had made up to scare him, and it couldn't be true.

But his heart was still filled with unease and fear.

The man was thinking, maybe I shouldn't take a taxi?

But when the man picked up his phone and opened the ride-hailing app, he discovered that canceling now would result in a charge.

Just as the man was hesitating, a black taxi suddenly stopped silently in front of him.

The man subconsciously looked at the license plate, wanting to see if the taxi was the one he had hailed, but he found that the license plate seemed to be covered in mud and was blurry, making it impossible to identify the license plate number.

Just then, another gust of cold wind blew by, and the next second, the passenger door slowly opened. Upon seeing this, the man instinctively looked over, trying to ask the driver through the open door if this was the car he had called.

However, when he looked at the driver in the driver's seat, he found that the car was completely dark.

At that moment, the man understood something, and his lips instantly stiffened, unable to move, and he couldn't utter a single word.

And it wasn't just his lips that were stiff, but also his feet.

"I've already had bad luck working overtime this long, and now I've actually run into this thing."

At this moment, the man felt like crying; he should have known better than to take a taxi tonight.

Just then, the man felt a cold current pass through his body, causing him to shiver involuntarily.

Immediately afterwards, his body seemed to move out of his control, and he sat directly in the passenger seat.

Bang!

The next second, the car door slammed shut, and it seemed that not only the car door was shut, but also the man's life.

With a low hum from the engine, the black taxi began to move forward. After passing through some streets the man had never been before, the black taxi headed from the city towards the suburbs.

Finally, the vehicle stopped at the foot of a mountain.

At that moment, the man felt his heart pounding faster than ever before. He couldn't help but look out the window, only to find himself outside a cemetery. Through the iron gate, he could see rows upon rows of tombstones standing solemnly, exuding an aura of deathly stillness.

In an instant, the man's face turned ashen, and his heart sank to the bottom.

Just as the man was feeling hopeless, a slightly complaining voice suddenly rang out from outside the window.

"Why are you so late?"