Inside the carriage, the atmosphere is extremely solemn.

Linda hid behind Du Wei, clinging to the saddle tightly with both hands, unwilling to let go.

Du Wei carried a bag on his back, held a gun in both hands, and pointed it at the head of the black couple, his face full of indifference.

The black couple looked at the black muzzle, only to feel creepy, and subconsciously raised their hands and took a step back.

"Hey...... Dude, can you calm down and get this thing out of the way? ”

The man in the couple immediately softened his tone, he couldn't imagine that the Asian in front of him would carry a gun with him.

Even though it is a normal thing to own a gun in this country, in general, no one will choose to carry it with them at all.

Just because you have a legal gun doesn't mean you won't be under police control.

Once discovered, they will face surveillance from all sides, until they confirm that the purpose of your gun is not threatening, and that you will not act wantonly, and you will no longer be cared for.

But even if it were, it would be documented.

When a shooting happens, it becomes one of the top suspects.

The black man scolded in his heart, looked at Du Wei, who was carrying a bag and had a cold expression, and couldn't help but think of the cold-blooded killers in some film and television dramas.

"What we just said is true, this woman has to go down, otherwise, something really terrible will happen."

"I know, so, now stand back and get back to your seats."

Du Wei first glanced at the driver, who had never responded, and then nodded to the black couple and spoke, the indifference on his face did not dissolve in the slightest.

He took a step forward, forcing the two to step back.

At such a close distance, as long as you pull the trigger, you can kill them instantly.

However, his purpose was not to kill people, because that would only bring countless troubles, and he did not want to spend the rest of his life in prison.

Besides, if he really wanted to kill someone, he couldn't use such low-level means.

In his mobile phone, there is a photo taken in Conan Doyle's post as a medium for the spread of evil spirits.

Wanting to kill a person silently is simply outrageous.

"Okay, Asian man, you win, but you're going to kill us."

The black couple looked at Du Wei's grim expression and the muzzle of the gun pointed at their heads, and could only reluctantly retreat to their seats.

Seeing this, Du Wei ignored them and turned to look at the strange corpse standing outside the back door.

To be precise, it was the scarecrow behind the corpse that only he could see.

At this moment, the spiritual phenomenon on Du Wei's body became more serious, and although the sound of Weng Ming in his ears had weakened a lot, the faint stinging pain in his heart was more obvious.

The most important thing is that he can clearly feel that in the rain outside the car door, the strange scarecrow, a malicious look, stares at him.

Obviously, compared to Linda, its goal seems to have suddenly shifted from Linda to itself.

Psionic vision is not a visual effect that is simply common sense, but something like a sixth sense, or intuition.

Du Wei could even feel that the entire outside of the car, the falling rain, the muddy land, and the black oppressive, very depressed wheat field, were full of some kind of undisguised malice.

The most powerful is the strange scarecrow that manipulates this corpse.

So, under the disbelieving gaze of the black couple and Linda, Du Wei calmly pointed the gun at the corpse's head and pulled the trigger directly.

Bang......

A gunshot rang out.

Somewhat unexpectedly, the corpse's head was directly exploded by a single shot, and the impact of the bullet carried a large piece of rotten flesh to the rear, but there was no trace of blood, as if it was hollow inside.

But then Du Wei's brow furrowed, because even if the corpse was headless, the strange scarecrow he saw in his spiritual state was not affected in any way.

"It seems that I misunderstood, the corpse is not your medium."

Du Wei's eyes were cold, and he didn't feel surprised.

Last time, at Alex's house, the rotting woman's arm he encountered could be physically destroyed.

Now it seems that there is also a big difference between evil spirits.

But this action of his angered the completely incomprehensible scarecrow, who directly stepped out of his legs, and then the corpse followed suit, acting in complete unison, and walked towards the car door.

The black couple in the car was full of fear, and Du Wei was very decisive in shooting just now, and he was stunned for a minute before reacting.

"Oh my God, what did you do? You madman, close the door, as long as we close the door, we'll be safe for the time being. ”

Dewey glanced at them, turned his head, put away his gun, and pulled a glass bottle out of his backpack.

What it contained was the holy water that the church had allocated to the exorcists in New York, not the inferior water mixed with the previous Father Tony.

At this time, the corpse, which had lost most of its head, also walked to the door of the car.

Inside the car, Linda almost collapsed, and her only reason was to make her cover her mouth, trembling violently, and choosing to cry in a low voice.

In contrast to her, Du Wei had a calm face, as if everything was under control, like the most skilled exorcist.

He directly unscrewed the bottle and aimed the holy water at the corpse, to be precise, the strange scarecrow behind the corpse, and splashed it.

He moved quickly and without the slightest hesitation.

In the next second, the corpse with most of its head blown off fell directly on the back door, and the terrible scarecrow, as if he had seen the most terrible thing, broke away from the corpse and rushed into the black wheat field.

Seeing this, everyone froze.

"Oh my God...... This ......"

"How did you do that?"

"Abilities? Magic? Are you Superman? ”

Neither the black couple nor Linda could see the strange scarecrow, and in their eyes, it was the corpse that was at work all along.

Therefore, when Du Wei took out a bottle and poured water on it, easily disposing of the corpse, their heads were covered and they couldn't understand what was happening.

"I'm a psychiatrist."

Du Wei coldly kicked the corpse away, and then calmly closed the car door.

In an instant.

As if receiving a signal, the bus began to move forward slowly.

In the same place, a peaked cap was blown up by the wind and drifted towards the black wheat field, eventually landing on the head of a scarecrow, covering most of his face.

……

The bus drove smoothly in the rain.

In the carriage, Du Wei walked in front of the black couple, and the two of them hurriedly leaned back and looked at him with fear.

Compared with the corpse, this mysterious Asian man looks even more terrifying.

After all, a person who can carry a gun with him must not be close to a good person.

"Now, can we talk about this bus?"

Du Wei looked at the two of them and looked at them condescendingly.

"You...... What do you want to know? ”

After saying that, the black man said in a trembling tone, "I mean, I'll tell you everything I know." ”

Du Wei pointed to himself and Linda, who was still immersed in fear behind him, and then pointed to the two of them, and said, "Now we can be sure that we are all human, so you don't have to be too afraid." ”

"Now, tell me how you got into this car and everything you know."