Falls back into the fog.

The two of them were so tired that they couldn't do it, and they looked around in despair. Suddenly, the woman saw the mottled red No. 18 bus and was stunned.

"How can there be a bus here?" The woman said stunned.

The man hurriedly pulled the woman and ran: "Why do you care so much, go up first." Those damn red lines are coming back again! ”

The red threads in the white mist were gathering strength, and many of them were entangled into arm-thick twists, and they flew out of the mist again.

As soon as a man and a woman got on the car with their front feet, they caught up with the red line of their back feet.

The door of the No. 18 bus closed quickly and in time, and the red rope slammed into the door, causing the whole car to shake violently.

The car didn't wait any longer, and drove away quietly. The red line that had lost its target hung softly on the rooftop, slowly retracted into the fog, and disappeared again strangely.

The fog tumbling under the wheels, with a terrifying gesture, fell into a dead silence.

After the man and woman got into the car, they saw me, Li Mengyue and Shen Si, and were very surprised.

"Wow, there's someone in the car." The woman was about twenty-seven or eighteen years old, and the man was about the same age as her. As soon as she saw the situation in the car, the woman immediately shouted: "This is really weird." ”

The taciturn and eerie dwarf conductor coldly collected the ticket money and continued to snort.

The man pulled the woman to the back of the car and began to play with the two of us: "Brother, my name is Zhou Cheng, and she is my girlfriend Fengya." Anyway, brother, you know what's going on in the city. Where did those damn red lines come from? And, also, what's going on with this bus? ”

"Call me Xiaoqi. The cold beauty next to me is called Li Mengyue. I smiled wryly and touched my nose: "Although we got in the car relatively early." But brother, don't ask me. I'm also confused. ”

His girlfriend, the woman named Fengya, kept looking at the old bus. The more I looked, the more the fear on my face flooded. In the end, he said something that surprised everyone in the whole car: "I don't know about the white fog and the red line." But this bus, maybe I know something. ”

"Really?" Even her boyfriend Zhou Cheng was surprised by these words: "Do you really know? ”

I frowned and looked at her: "What is this bus?" ”

"I just remembered it, too. Honey, you also know that I like to watch horror, right? And for a while I was hooked on urban legends. The town of Yuanxi is a small place with few legends. But there is only one horror rumor that has spread widely and many people have heard it. Surely you know that, too. Feng Ya shuddered, as if she was scared.

"You mean?" Zhou Xiangxiang remembered something, and stammered: "Eighteen roads, red." We were supposed to be on the top of the fifth floor just now? Yes, it's quite similar to that legend. ”

"What legend?" Seeing their mysterious appearances, I became more and more curious.

"The legend of the eighteenth bus parked on the fifth floor." Feng Ya's voice was trembling: "None of you have noticed that the bus number in Yuanxi Town now has crossed directly from the seventeenth bus to the nineteenth bus." Isn't there an eighteen roads? ”

I shook my head, I wasn't a local, so I certainly couldn't have known.

But Shen Si, the boss of Atlas Education, obviously looked very bad.

"Actually, there was originally a No. 18 bus. It's just that there was an extremely terrifying, weird and terrible thing that happened on that car, so that the bus group company in Yuanxi Town directly canceled the number of this car. ”

"Remember, that story happened twenty years ago......"

Night, September 20, 1995.

The night was already deep and the wind was strong.

A bus slowly pulled out of the Yuanxi Town Bus Terminal and slowly stopped next to the station on the fifth floor of the Guanyu Building. This was the last train of the night.

There was an older driver and a female conductor, who was a dwarf, less than 1.2 meters tall. After the door opened silently, four passengers came up.

A young couple and an elderly lady with a young man among them. This young man's name is Zhang Xu. After they got into the car, the young couple sat intimately in the double row of seats behind the driver, and Zhang Xu and the old lady sat in the single row of seats on the right near the front door.

The car started silently and headed in the direction of the terminal.

The night was so quiet that I couldn't hear anything but the roar of the engine. It was very dark, and because it was going to the suburbs, there were hardly any passing vehicles and pedestrians on the road.

Yuanxi Town in September is not cold, but in the car that night, there was a thin layer of frost because of the temperature difference between inside and outside. Zhang Xu couldn't help but wrap his coat and shivered.

The car continued on its way, about two stops over. Everyone suddenly heard the driver scolding loudly: "Damn, I usually can't even see a ghost at this time." Hell to me today! Did those people just finish the funeral, how did they dress like that? Unexpectedly, he didn't follow the rules and didn't wait for the train at the station. ”

More than 20 years ago, there were not many industry standards for buses, and many drivers who drove at night wanted to go home because it was too late, and often simply stopped and whistled past at remote stops.

With the driver's angry scolding, the drowsy people on the train saw that in front of the dark platform more than 100 meters away, there were many people wearing white clothes and black filial piety on their wrists.

Those people kept waving at the No. 18 bus.

The driver felt moldy and was about to step on the accelerator and rush over. The dwarf conductor was a little soft-hearted: "Master Zhang, let's stop for a while." It's cold tonight, and we're on the last bus, so there's no next one. Those people have just passed away in their families, and it's not easy. ”

"Well, listen to you." The driver frowned, always feeling that something was wrong. But in the end, he was afraid that the conductor would return to the company to sue him.

Gently slamming on the brakes, the tattered 20-year-old bus made an unpleasant 'creaking' sound and slowly stopped.

Those who weren't standing at the bus stop walked in as the doors opened. Everyone was dressed in white and wore a black filial piety on their arms. If this was normal, when the twelfth person came in, all the passengers in the car were startled.

I saw that the twelfth person was wearing a black mourning dress, and it was difficult to see the figure in the night. He slowly glanced at the car door, and then beckoned to the outside of the car.

Suddenly, there was a sound of shredded footsteps outside, as if someone was carrying a heavy object onto the footboard of the bus.

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