Chapter 7: The Strange Bus
The starling said, "You're here to accompany me." ”
Li Xiaoyang took a few steps back violently, goosebumps spread all over his body, blinked his eyes, looked over again, and the portrait returned to its original state, except for the burning incense, everything seemed to have never happened.
Li Xiaoyang didn't dare to stay here for long, so he hurriedly ran outside, and when he reached the sun, he touched his hand, which was cold to the bone.
He looked up, squinted at the dazzling gaze, and scolded his mother in an irritated mood.
"When the hell is this going to be a head!"
He howled in a low voice, and turned to look at the house of the starlings' family, which was obviously under the sun, but it inexplicably exuded an eerie feeling.
Li Xiaoyang shook his head and returned to his home.
The feeling of being at home and Starling's house is not much different.
It's cool and seeping, and if it hadn't happened, it would have been a good place to escape the heat, but what he had experienced these days made him have to think about it more.
Fortunately, it was noon, and the sun was pouring in from the wide open door, which made him feel a lot cooler.
"Goo-goo-goo sighed, boiled a random potato, ate it with chili peppers, and sat on the bed again.
I had nothing to do left and right, so I turned on the TV casually.
It's still the same channel from yesterday.
"Welcome to the midday news, which is now broadcasting the latest news for you. According to the Public Security Bureau, the body of the driver who picked up the car accident the day before yesterday is still unclaimed, and the police are preparing to extract DNA to find out the source of his identity......"
DNA!
Li Xiaoyang was stunned for a moment, and stood up from the bed with a "swish", his pupils constricted.
Although he now thinks he is still alive, he can ...... That's just what he thinks if the person who died in that car was really him...... If he was really dead, wouldn't the body lying in the police station now...
"Goo-dong!" Li Xiaoyang swallowed his saliva, didn't dare to think about it anymore, pulled a piece of clothing and walked outside.
"If you can't extract DNA, if that person is really me, then I won't have no way to wander in the world in the future!" He muttered this sentence, and his body subconsciously walked towards the place where the bus was parked.
It wasn't until he walked in front of the bus that Li Xiaoyang shook violently and reacted.
The bus was still parked quietly, but strangely, he threw a stone last night and smashed a crack in the windshield, but at this time, ...... The top is smooth and flat, and there is not a trace of it.
"Yo, Xiaoyang, what are you doing here!"
Someone came over and slapped Li Xiaoyang on the shoulder, so frightened that he almost jumped on the spot.
When he turned his head, he saw that the neighbor uncle, who had known each other in the past, was looking at him with sympathy.
Sympathize?
Before Li Xiaoyang could figure out what he was sympathizing with, he heard the uncle say again: "You feel sorry for your car and come to remember it?" You said you were too, if you didn't lend the car, what else would happen? We're going to the city now and we're going to have to take another car. The uncle shook his head and complained for a while, and when he saw that Li Xiaoyang didn't speak, he just thought that he was still uncomfortable and was about to leave.
Li Xiaoyang hurriedly pulled out his hand and pointed to the place where the bus was parked: "Uncle...... My car is parked right there, don't you see? ”
"Nonsense!" The uncle looked in the direction of Li Xiaoyang's finger and immediately shouted angrily.
"What nonsense are you talking about! Where did the car come from, I think you're a devil! After saying that, it was like a ghost chasing after him, and he left in a hurry.
Recently, so many people have died in the village, so that the villagers are also a little scared in their hearts, and there are even many superstitious people who think that the Lord of Yama is lonely and comes to find a few people to accompany him.
On weekdays, everyone tacitly doesn't say it, but Li Xiaoyang's words just now made the neighbor's uncle feel cold in his back, and he was even more convinced of those superstitious statements.
Perhaps, Li Xiaoyang was originally on the list selected by Lord Yama, but he was fated to lend the car to others and let others die instead of him.
As soon as this statement came out, it was instantly recognized by many people, and Li Xiaoyang was also entangled in a series of strange things in the past two days, and he didn't notice that the villagers were all away from him as if they were nothing, as if he was some dirty thing, and would rather take a detour than pass by in front of his door.
Li Xiaoyang stood in the sun in a daze, obviously the scorching sun was in the sky, but he only felt as if he was in an ice cellar, and countless cold winds came out from all directions and hit him directly.
In his sight, the bus was still standing tightly in her sight, and the metal body under the sun was obviously supposed to be reflective, but there was no light at this time.
It's like a ...... Hearse.
As soon as this thought came out, Li Xiaoyang shuddered, turned around and left.
He's going to the police station!
Although he had already resisted making a bus in his heart, when he thought of the unclaimed corpse, Li Xiaoyang gritted his teeth and sat down.
Everyone above looked at the receding scenery outside the window with a blank face, and the driver made a hache from time to time, turning the steering wheel on the mountain road.
Every time he glanced at it, Li Xiaoyang unconsciously equated these people with the fellow villagers that day.
The man sitting on the left side of the back with an impatient face and a scar on his forehead looked like a starling.
The person sitting on the edge of the corridor on the right, wearing glasses and holding a briefcase, is Mr. Zhang.
And the one with a green face and unruly eyes is the high school student.
And Yang Xiaorou ...... Yang Xiaorou......
After Li Xiaoyang looked around, he was horrified to find that the place where Yang Xiaorou was sitting that night was the position where he was sitting now.
His hairs stood on end, and the car turned a corner, throwing his whole body to the other side, and falling heavily on the person next to him.
He came back to his senses.
"I'm sorry, I'm not—" He hurriedly apologized, but met the man's gloomy eyes, but he couldn't say anything for the rest of the day.
He opened his mouth, as if something suddenly choked his throat, and he couldn't get up or down, which made him choke a little.
Seeing that the man did not mean to withdraw his gaze, he smiled wryly and shifted his gaze.
However, the eyes around him were always on him, and the scorching heat made him a little uneasy.
Why is this road so slow, why hasn't it reached the city yet!
He kept wailing in his heart, and suddenly he felt a hand move around his thigh.
At first, he thought it was accidentally touched, so he moved to the side, but the hand became more and more unscrupulous, touching his back little by little.
Already in an irritable mood, he turned his head angrily and was about to curse, but found that the man's eyes turned into a lustful light when he looked at him.
Someone in the car stood up, and some trance memories broke into his mind.