Zero Point Taxi: the Next One Is a Human or a Ghost

At midnight, I drove my old taxi and wandered the streets of Binhai City. The meter lights up "empty", but I never know whether the next person waving at the roadside is a human or a ghost. The first passenger was a worker who was soaked all over. After getting on the bus, he said: "Master, I have been waiting for you for a long time." The second passenger, a girl in school uniform, sat silently in the back seat. I looked in the rearview mirror - blood was oozing out of her chest in her school uniform. I can't refuse the ride. This is the rule. But when I walked into my daughter's hospital room and found drawers stuffed with things I didn't remember bringing back—I started to panic. How long has this car been driven for? Me, still me?