"So, it will take at least half an hour to get to the next stop?"

No. 8 looked outside and said in a low voice: "Maybe, this kind of heavy rain, if you want to arrive as soon as possible, it is estimated that it will be difficult." ”

Because it took a long time to arrive, I chatted with Eight without a bounds, the hatred of killing each other had long since disappeared, and all that was left was to rely on each other.

Maybe we'll all stay in the same state as we are until the next person comes up.

In the casual chat, I also knew the name of No. 8, his name is Zhuang Shaoting, a very feminine name, which is completely different from his violent and irritable personality.

At the same time, I also asked why he targeted me, and his answer was very funny, saying that it was because the older generation of gamers in the town said that Qinglan Town must not be revived again.

That's why he targeted me again and again, making me feel bored and just as funny.

In the car in the heavy rain, the two of us sat relatively close, which invisibly pulled in a lot of our relationship.

At least the next time we meet, there will definitely be no tension.

Of course, if something good or something else arises, we are still enemies.

I silently looked at the stop sign and wrote down the name of each stop on the sign.

From time to time, his eyes swept over the four behind him, they were the people who were said to be extremely strange by Eight, and they still maintained the same posture and did not make any other movements.

Is it so stiff, is it the dead man mentioned in the prompt?

I'd love to touch it and see what it is.

But I didn't dare, on this weird bus, I could only look with my eyes.

Whatever glass means, I think it might be some kind of hint.

Of course, it can also be a dangerous tip.

The Scarlet Round Table loves to engage in these useless things, true and false, and there are corresponding dangers in the prompts.

If you can't tell if it's dangerous, it's easy to make mistakes, and in this kind of game, if you make a mistake, you'll die.

"Squeak"

When the old bus brakes, it emits a piercing screech, and the sound goes straight to the brain through the eardrums.

"Brush"

The door of the shaking car that was almost falling off opened, and a cold wind and rain poured in from outside the car.

A figure jumped in directly, and he was frozen for half an hour longer than me, and his face was blue and he shivered all over.

The moment he got into the car, he didn't care about looking around, and he moved his body frantically, trying to let his body absorb the heating from the car.

I looked at him carefully, he was a stranger, he looked a little handsome, but because of the heavy rain, the whole person became a soup chicken, and the only little handsome left did not exist, and the rest was only embarrassed.

He pushed down Zhuang Shaoting with his elbow and motioned for him to look at the man as well.

Zhuang Shaoting shook his head, he didn't know either.

The man stood at the door to clean up the rain on his body, and threw it back and forth for a long time before he could barely clean the water on his body.

It's just that it's hard to clean it thoroughly, because his clothes, like mine, have already been soaked in heavy rain.

I looked at the clothes on my body, the soaked clothes were really uncomfortable to wear, clinging to the skin, and I felt inexplicably restrained.

"Damn, this kind of damn weather, just to participate in this goddamn game."

The man stood at the door and cursed, and after scolding, he did not forget to take out a comb from his body and began to comb his hair against the glass next to him.

For people who love beauty like this, I'm generally not interested in watching, and when I have that time, I might as well look at the dead guys behind me.

"I said you're all here to participate in the game? How did you choose such a game? It's disgusting, my specially designed hairstyle has been ruined by this rain......"

"Giggle......

Before the man could finish his sentence, I was interrupted by a strange noise, and I turned my head to look over and saw that the man who had just come up staggered backwards.

He clutched his hands around his neck, and a piercing scarlet spurted out of his hands.

The wound that suddenly appeared on his neck was absolutely deep, and it had already cut his throat, and he could no longer speak, only desperately squeezing out a strange sound from his mouth.

The pungent smell of blood permeated the entire carriage, and the entire warm carriage exuded a strange pale red.

"Bang Dang"

Eventually, he clutched his neck and collapsed on the broken chair, which smashed several times and shattered the backrest, leaving visible and piercing bloodstains.

"What just now?" I was a little confused, and I waited for half an hour, and finally waited for someone to come up.

But in less than half a minute, this person was inexplicably cut throat.

Zhuang Shaoting shook his head and said a little sluggishly: "I saw him complaining about combing his hair through the window, and before he finished speaking, a wound on his neck exploded inexplicably, and then it was what you saw." ”

"Windows?"

I turned my head to look at the window next to me, it was pitch black, it was raining heavily, and it should have been early in the morning.

Looking at the window I couldn't see anything, so I reached out to block the light shining on the window in the car.

Then I saw my shadow appear in the window, and the moment the shadow appeared, I suddenly felt a chill.

The coldness that penetrated deep into my bone marrow surged up from my back and rushed straight to my brain, and my scalp began to tingle with the cold, and layers of weird goosebumps appeared all over my body.

I hurriedly lowered my palm, and my shadow on the window disappeared immediately, followed by the inexplicable coldness.

Even though I let go relatively quickly, I still felt a slight pain in the palm of my hand, and when I took it over, a shallow wound appeared on the side of my palm.

I let go relatively quickly just now, because letting go is from the top down, so the first thing that disappears from the window is my head, then my neck.

That's why the knife edge appeared on my palm, and if I had been slower, I would have been like the man, with his neck cut open by something glass.

Does glass mean that as long as we have a shadow reflected in the window, it will be inexplicably erased immediately?

It's a joke, now there's lights in the car, so our shadow doesn't show up in the window.

But if the lights in the car disappear, I'm afraid that all of us in the car will die in an instant.

I turned my head to look at Zhuang Shaoting and whispered to him: "There is something in the mirror, as long as there is a shadow on the car window, it will die." ”

Zhuang Shaoting looked at me strangely, and then said with a shocked face: "That person died in the window just now?" ”

"That's right, but ......"

"Damn, I finally understand, why are you squeezing me through the window,, you already knew?" Zhuang Shaoting stood up with a bang, climbed directly from the chair, and sat on the row of chairs in front of me.

"Aren't you smart? I really don't know how you got to where you got to where you are now. I couldn't help but shake my head and said helplessly.

"What do you mean?" Zhuang Shaoting turned to look at me, his hands lying on the chair, and his eyes were cold.

He's probably gone by now that I'm the one who framed him, and the little bit of chat I had had long since disappeared without a trace.

"The window is higher than what we're sitting on."

I pointed to the window next to me and asked him to take a closer look, the window is high, and people who are close to the window will not be reflected.

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