"Hello? Are you still there? Why aren't you saying anything?" The voice of my classmate sounded puzzled over the phone.

The driver seemed to sense something was wrong and glanced at the rearview mirror hanging in the car.

We locked eyes in the rearview mirror.

His eyes were bloodshot.

Like a fierce beast preparing to hunt.

I nervously swallowed.

The time now is eight fifteen in the evening.

Yesterday, the girl who went missing was violated and murdered in a taxi at this exact time.

Only a part of her body has been found.

The murderer is still at large.

So, if I were to look down now, would I see another part of her body hidden under the seat?