I was still wondering, why did this bus come here so late?

Before I could figure it out, the editor pushed me away, waved at me, and climbed onto the bus in a daze.

I walked over and was about to call out to the editor, but what I didn't expect was that when I got to the door of the bus, the bus door closed in front of me in an instant, and if I hadn't gone back fast, it would have almost caught me.

As I watched the bus slowly move away from my sight, I realized that there was no one in the bus except for the editor.

But I didn't think much of it at the time, because I saw the editor get on the bus himself, and I wasn't familiar enough with the coastal cities, so I thought there must be a certain bus that would continue to run at midnight.

Editor's countermeasure, this bus has long been familiar with the road, so it is natural to get on the bus.

I got home and had a good night's sleep, and when I woke up, it was already past 2 o'clock in the afternoon.

At this time, I suddenly received a call from the director of the radio and television station.

On the phone, the director asked me where the editor had gone, because according to the working hours, although my working hours start at 11 p.m., for their editors, they start reviewing their work in the afternoon.

At this time, the editor didn't come to work, and the phone couldn't get through, so he asked me if I took the editor to drink again last night.

As soon as I explained the situation of the previous night on the phone, the director immediately called me over.

I got dressed, went downstairs and took a taxi straight to the radio station.

After entering the room, I saw the director and more than a dozen employees sitting in the large conference room with gloomy faces.

Looking at their faces, it feels as if they have lost hundreds of thousands of dollars in business.

I'm a temporary worker myself, so I didn't need to worry about anything, so I walked in with a big grin and said half-jokingly: "I said what's wrong everyone, why are you worried, it won't be our show going out of business!"

The director walked over, sighed and said, "I was looking for that little editor with you last night, and he died, and he was very strange when he died!"

When I first heard this, I thought everyone was joking, but when I asked it again, and looking at the tone and attitude of everyone, I am afraid that what happened last night was true.

According to the reaction of the employees, a body was found on the North Road at around 12 noon today, and the time was due to the death of alcohol poisoning.

This corpse is the little editor from last night, but what makes people really can't figure out why the other party slept in that place.

Speaking of which, I didn't hear clearly.

I asked the employees to re-appeal the case.

After I got to know it, I realized that the power of this little screenwriter to die was several kilometers away from his home.

The specific place where the other party died was a place called Huaxiang Community, which was an old residential community facing North Road.

It is said that in one year, the entire community will be demolished, and now there are almost no people living in the community, and the place where the little editor went last night was at the gate of this flower community.

There is no property management in the Huaxiang community at all, so the gate is just a fictitious one, and no one usually enters.

When the little editor died at that time, he clung to the gate and lay down at the door, and this road was rarely walked around at night, so no one found it all night, and it was not found until 12 o'clock the next day that he was found by a passing cleaner!

But what's even more bizarre is that if you die of alcoholism, then all the people who drank together last night are responsible, and none of them can escape.

Strangely, when the platform manager went to the public security bureau to inquire about the incident, the local public security officer refused to answer, and was not prepared to pursue the responsibility of everyone who drank last night.

This is completely inconsistent with the facts, so this palm can determine the real cause of the death of this little editor, absolutely not, just alcohol poisoning.

But why this guy went to that shabby neighborhood when he got home last night, no one knows.

What's even stranger is that what I said last night made them feel amazed.

Because in the coastal cities, there are no buses that run at midnight.

I was very sad to hear this answer, if the little editor didn't get on the bus, did it mean that it was okay, and if I said a few more words at the time and stopped it, did it also mean that I could be safe?

At this point, I immediately began to think about the bus last night.

If you can have a clue, it is also excellent to provide it to the police.

Then I tried to explain the appearance of the bus in as much detail as possible in front of everyone, because I felt that something was wrong with the bus last night, so I took a few more looks.

The main body of the bus is blue and white, white accounts for most of the part, and blue only has such a strip in the exhaust exhaust emissions.

There is no sign on the bus, but it says No. 9 bus.

At that time, I didn't see what the driver looked like, and there was only one passenger in the whole car.

The bus looked a little empty, and it kept moving straight when it left, but I remember that when I got on the bus, it didn't seem to have any coins at all, and the bus driver didn't ask for it.

At that time, I just thought that the driver had drunk too much and didn't want to worry too much with the other party, so I simply didn't ask for such a dollar.

When I said this, the faces of everyone present turned extremely cold.

I was startled and quickly looked at everyone with an inquiring eye.

At this moment, an older employee turned on his phone and a news item fell out in front of me.

I took a look and saw that the news was about a bus crash.

The main thing is that two years ago there was a No. 9 bus, and while passing through a street, all of a sudden there was a wonderful fire inside, and the last train on the Internet on the same day had no passengers.

As a result, there were no large number of casualties, except that the only driver of the deceased was burned to the ground along with the bus.

I looked at the bus in the photo and it was basically the same as what I saw last night.

I replied with a question: "Maybe it's so coincidental, there are so many No. 9 buses, and besides, this news was two years ago, can't you say that the little editor got directly on a non-existent bus?"

After all, there are big loopholes in this news and what I saw last night, but the stationmaster explained: "The No. 9 bus was completely banned after the accident, because another bus company launched a new solar-powered bus to completely replace the original gasoline bus, so three months after that incident, the No. 9 bus has completely disappeared!"