Night Shift Didi: The Passenger Isn't Human

After three years of driving night shifts, Chen Ye had picked up drunks and fugitives, but never a fare like this. Pickup: an abandoned shipyard; drop-off: Qingshan Funeral Home. The note only said three words: Don't look back. In the rearview mirror, a woman in a white dress appeared out of nowhere, and the temperature in the car dropped ten degrees. The navigation's gentle female voice suddenly spoke: 'The passenger died three years ago.' Chen Ye gripped the steering wheel, looking at the small figure gradually forming in the back seat, his eyes reddening. 'Daddy knows, Daddy is here to take you home.' This is a story of redemption, and also the final journey across life and death. — Description from novelcodex.org