There was a musty smell in the car, wrapped in the familiar smell of gasoline.

As far as the eye can see, the front half of the No. 107 bus is six blue chairs neatly arranged opposite each other. The back of the sponge-wrapped chair pressed against the window, and the eightfold glow of the sun's light from the window illuminated the entire front compartment, and even a few traces of dust outlined the silver gold rim in the sunlight.

In the recess of the top of the six seats in the front compartment, a light bulb is lit without fear of electricity.

The inferior light bulbs glow dimly, like the old memories of an old man who is dying.

That careless glowing attitude is more like a drunkard's intention not to drink.

But the skin of its inferior lamp has always made people unable to believe that it has any great responsibility to worry about the country and the people.

Behind the six opposite rows of seats are two neat rows of regular orange plastic seats.

The designers of the bus seem to have forgotten to design the windows in the rear compartment, and the whole rear compartment is like a deep barrel, and all the seats are submerged in the eerie darkness, dark and oppressive, as if a ferocious monster lurks.

The divergence of light doesn't seem to work here, as soon as the light in the front row enters the dark realm, it is like a mud cow entering the sea, swallowed without a trace.

One could only see the vague outlines of orange chairs, and the gray light tones caused some panic for no reason.

This car is probably not an orthodox bus, but it is not excluded that the cleaning staff are derelict in their duties, and the carriage is plastered with small advertisements with strange contents, and the bells and whistles almost hide the original color of the interior of the bus.

As soon as Su Que boarded the bus, the first thing he saw was the empty driver's seat and colorful small advertisements.

Anyway, I was a person who had seen it once, and I knew in my heart that Paradise was acting differently, so I just glanced at it lightly, and then entered the car with ease, carefully avoiding the darkness of the back compartment, and found a position closest to the light in the front compartment and sat down.

Ji Shuze followed Su Que to the bus, and the inky black transparent door creaked shut behind him, cutting off Hatsune Mirai's hideous and twisted screams and angry face in the distance.

After a long time of running, Ji Shuze used almost all his strength on running, and now that he is in a safe place, the nerves of his muscles are subconsciously a little sore and weak.

He let out a long sigh of relief, turned his eyes to look into the car, glanced at the driver's seat, but was startled, blood surged, his steps retreated sharply, and his body was almost against the glass door.

Sunlight poured in through the window, the grey driver's seat was empty, an old tape recorder was placed in the driver's seat, the glass door through the exit was locked, and a small wooden box of unknown purpose was placed on the ground next to it.

The cold touch of the glass door stimulated his nerves, and he hurriedly turned his head to look at Su Que.

As soon as Su Que sat down, seeing that he didn't come, he raised his eyes, and after receiving Ji Shuze's pitiful eyes, he sighed silently in his heart, pointed to the seat next to him and beckoned to him.

Ji Shuze saw Su Que's gesture, his muscles suddenly relaxed, he frowned and looked at the driver's seat and the dark rear compartment, and for a long time, he still moved his steps and sat next to Su Que carefully.

The sunlit seats are cold, but the cotton stuffed under the seats is warm.

Bus No. 107 began to start slowly, the steering wheel began to slowly turn on its own, and the strange rotation was skilled, but it seemed to be an old driver, and the body was swaying on the road.

Ji Shuze held on to the armrests next to the chair, the pure black plastic armrests were hard under his hands, he twisted his eyebrows and thought, there was an indescribable weirdness in his heart. From the beginning of the last days to the present, everything has happened beyond his cognition, which makes him a little panicked, and his intuition tells him that this bus is not simple. He turned his head and subconsciously looked out the window, and just caught a glimpse of the scenery outside the window, but was startled.

I saw that on both sides of the road outside, I don't know when dense bus stop signs were erected. The bright blue stop sign is uniformly printed with the golden seal of happiness, and the bus number is ranging from one to several thousand, with dense shadows, almost forming a small forest with two rows of bus stop signs, refracting the blue and dead light in the sun.

The straight asphalt road was full of buses at some point, one after the other, and with the roar of the buses, they merged into a surging sea of colors.

Ji Shuze's palms were sweaty, and the sweat felt a slippery touch in the middle of the plastic handrail.

Just now, a bus passed by No. 107, except that the number on the front window became No. 156, and the body was a pale pink, and the rest was almost no different from No. 107.

At the moment when the two buses were relatively stationary, Ji Shuze saw that there was no one in the No. 156 bus, just an empty shell of the baby pink bus walking in front of the station.

The sea of buses is still flowing and rumbling.

Ji Shuze felt his heart pounding, almost jumping out of his chest. Fine beads of sweat oozed from his forehead, he turned his head in a panic, his white fingertips tightly grasped Su Que's sleeve, and he subconsciously wanted to call her name, but found that he didn't know her name at all.

He hesitated for a moment, and slowly spoke, a little nervously:

"That...... My name is Ji Shuze, what is your name, can we make friends?"

Su Que turned his head, a little surprised that he said his name so unguardedly, and thought about it that it was the beginning of the end of the world, and the name was probably still a worthless thing only used for making friends, but he was also relieved.

She still has a good impression of Ji Shuze's character in her heart, and she is willing to make this friend at this time, so she said happily:

"Okay, but I can't tell you my name. You may not know it well, but this has become the end times, and once you tell someone your name, you are telling someone your message. My surname is Su, you can call me Sister Su. Don't worry, I'll help you keep your message. ”

After hearing this, Ji Shuze suddenly realized, his shoulders drooped slightly, his lips were shyly pursed, and he was secretly annoyed by his carelessness in his mind.

However, he himself was also very open-minded, but he didn't dwell on it for too long, so he raised his head and wanted to ask Su Que about business.

Ji Shuze's eyes turned to Su Que and was about to speak, but he saw Su Que frowning, staring directly at a station list pasted on the opposite side, almost sticking to it.

Ji Shuze was stunned for a moment, raised his head slightly, and followed her gaze, but saw a scene that surprised him even more.

On the old, sun-lit station schedule, all the familiar stops have disappeared and have been replaced by some strange place names:

Doll Building, Ghost Hospital, Paradise Trade Market, Greater Atlantis, Peach Blossom Paradise......

The starting and ending stations were all replaced by Paradise and Great Happiness

Bus No. 107 is still moving unhurriedly, and a little cool breeze pours into the swaying carriage.

Next to car number 107 are thousands of empty cars, bright and even bright hues that glow eerily in the sun.

Ji Shuze felt a cold wind blowing behind him, his cold hair stood on end, and Su Que's clothes next to him were clutched in his hands, like grasping the last straw.

"Su ...... Sue...... Sister" Ji Shuze looked at Su Que without saying anything, his eyes staring at the station watch, and his tone was mixed with a trilling sound that even he didn't notice.

Su Que's gaze slowly left from the station card, but his eyebrows were still twisted together.

She opened her mouth, a swelling pain in her throat from a roar.

She hoarsely voiced, her eyes glanced at the darkness, and she whispered to Ji Shuze as if she was guarding against something: "For a while, let's ...... under the Peach Blossom Spring."

A clear mechanical female voice interrupted her:

"Welcome to Bus No. 107, which belongs to the Colossus Division, and I wish you a pleasant journey!"

The front door of bus No. 107 was opened for the second time.