A suburban road and bus

The bus's black tires ran over the asphalt floor, and under the twinkling street lights at dusk, a dark bus rounded a wooden sign and headed for the Belvoir Hotel at the end of the trail.

The green trees on both sides of the bus retreated as they moved forward, and the bus was filled with passengers who came to travel, from 70-year-old English gentlemen to teenage children, fashionable city girls, and businessmen busy talking on the phone. The bus breaks through the meager fog on the dusk pavement and heads to a medieval inn surrounded by forests.

That's when Arthur woke up.

His head was groggy, his consciousness wandered in dreams, and fragments of fragmented memories flashed through his memory: the busy police officer at the police station, the doctor in the white coat, the little girl with bloodstained clothes, the man with the blindfold, the speeding ambulance, and ...... Finally, the sound of gunfire rang out in my ears.

One shot broke his head!

"No, don't!"

Arthur awoke suddenly, gasping for breath in shock, his chest rising and falling uneasily, still palpitating.

He was steady, his mind was not completely detached from the horror of the dream, and he even wondered if he was dead. But in the next second, the shaking body, the cold car window, and the flashing scenery outside the window all told him that he was sitting on a bus unharmed.

(Could it be...... Are they all dreams? ）

He lowered his eyes slightly, looked at his firmly clenched fists, and fell silent.

But what happened in the dream was so clear, he even remembered the look of One-Eye and the little girl, the rough touch of the ambulance steering wheel, and the way she pointed a gun at his head at the last moment......

"Give—"

Just as Arthur was stunned, a small bottle of mineral water was handed to him.

He turned his face sideways and saw a girl with short silver hair sitting next to him. She was dressed in light travel clothes and a light-colored coat, and the dim yellow light of the street lamp outside the window reflected her soft short hair, and her young face was a little gentle.

"I see you're having nightmares, drink slowly." She smiled.

“…… Thank you. Arthur thanked him hoarsely, took the bottle of water, unscrewed the cap, and was about to drink it when he suddenly realized that his face was wrapped in layers of gauze.

Shocked, he closed the bottle cap and touched the gauze on his face and neck with his fingertips, feeling the rough texture of the gauze, but the pain in his skin was not as strong as before, as if the wound on his face was gradually recovering as the game progressed.

(Really...... ）

(Not a dream.) ）

When he thought of this, he couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.

"Why do you have gauze wrapped around your face?" The young girl sitting next to her asked curiously. Her voice is very good, like a wind chime hanging by the window in spring, and when it is blown by the wind, it always sounds a little crisp and pleasant.

She had a good question.

He also wanted to know why he had gauze wrapped around his face and neck.

Did someone cut off his face? Then who saved him and bandaged him? Is it the so-called "Minghe System"? What is the purpose of this arrangement?

There are so many mysteries in this world to be solved, including himself, and it's a huge mystery as well.

He couldn't figure it out, and he didn't know who to ask, and after some struggle, he fell into an awkward silence.

Feeling the troubles of the man beside her, the silver-haired girl smiled understandingly: "It's okay, anyone will be hurt." When the wound is healed, the gauze can be removed. ”

“…… Probably. Arthur raised his eyes to look at the lush woods on both sides of the path, and at the end of the woods, the sunset that was about to sink into the sky, "Where is this bus going?" ”

"Belvoir Hotel." The silver-haired girl shook a tourist guide in her hand, which was printed with a picture of a magnificent castle, "This is a castle turned inn, the castle was built in the Middle Ages, and then bought by wealthy people to develop tourism." The forest around the castle is also a good place for leisure travel, and I heard that there is a horse farm nearby, so many tourists come here......"

Arthur followed the girl's line of sight and saw that the bus was full of people.

From all walks of life, there are old and young, men and women.

How many of them are players and how many are NPCs?

Arthur didn't know, but he was sure that it was better not to stay in a crowded place for too long. What if there's another perverted murderer in the crowd? In order to achieve the purpose of the game, he did not hesitate to kill, such a person, he didn't want to meet a second one.

He shuddered at the thought of the little girl in white's grim smile.

As he was thinking this, the bus "creaked" to a stop, and he looked out the window to see a wide lawn, and at the end of the lawn was a magnificent medieval castle.

The people inside the bus slowly stood up and got off the bus one by one.

The silver-haired girl beside him smiled at him and said goodbye: "It's a pleasure to sit with you, my name is Lorraine, and I hope we can meet again." ”

“…… My name is Arthur, goodbye. ”

Lorraine carried a small duffel bag and got off the bus with the crowd.

Arthur followed suit, leaving the small space of the bus.

"Don't rush, don't squeeze, get off one by one." The bus driver in a black hat instructed with a blank face.

Just as the last passenger was about to get out of the car, the driver smiled faintly.

"So you're on the bus too." Just as the last passenger was about to get out of the car, the driver smiled faintly.

Under the brim of his black hat, an eyepatch covered his right eye, and the one-eyed driver had to turn sideways and look at the last passenger to get off the train with his left eye.

It was a little girl in a beige plaid skirt. She was wearing a beret, her brown hair was scattered, and her small black leather shoes were stepping on the rough steps of the bus, and when she heard the driver's voice, she stopped and looked back slightly, meeting the driver's cold eyes.

"One-eyed."

"I'll definitely take revenge this time, you wait." One-Eyed threatens viciously.

The little girl raised the corners of her mouth slightly, noncommittal, and turned to leave.

One-eyed looked at the little girl's back, squinted her eyes, gritted her teeth and spit.

The door of the bus closes slowly.