But the bus didn't go any further, just waited patiently.

I looked out the window for a while, and suddenly asked Li Mengyue: "You once said that Shi Yueying's Bosera Education Company mysteriously killed several students. And before they died, they all encountered some kind of white fog, and the fog was full of entangled red lines, right? ”

Li Mengyue nodded.

"Do you think that thick fog, and the fog that envelops the whole city under our feet, is going to be a thing?" I asked again.

The three women replied, "Perhaps." ”

"So, the people of the whole city will be attacked by the red line in the thick fog and eventually die?" I blinked, feeling that this judgment was a little unacceptable. It seems that something is not quite right with the dense fog under the feet. And this bus that drove on the fog.

It has been driven on viaducts. But what kind of viaduct is it, after driving for so long, but still there is no downward trajectory, always maintaining a height of 15 meters, so that the bus keeps its wheels fogged?

Things are getting weirder and weirder!

The car stopped and waited for about ten minutes, and finally a stout man stumbled open the platform door and rushed out. In the open door, countless tangled red threads, twisted like insects, desperately trying to catch him.

The man closed the door and locked it hard, and glanced at the old No. 18 bus in surprise, as if he was wondering how a car could have popped up here. But reality doesn't allow this person to hesitate. He ended up gasping for breath and ran into the bus as fast as he could.

", what the hell. What's going on with those red lines? Sweating profusely, he pulled the collar of his well-fitting high-end shirt open, and kept fanning his hand into the collar.

After fanning it for a while, I was stimulated by the cold air in the car and sneezed loudly.

The dwarf conductor walked over and said in an eerie voice: "Buy a ticket, a five-cent." ”

After speaking, he pulled a ticket and handed it to the man.

"Damn, it's a bus. I thought some bastard had thrown a scrap car on the platform of the old subsidiary. The man scolded and took out a hundred and threw it to the conductor: "No need to look for it." Where does this train terminate? ”

The female conductor didn't answer him, but still looked for him for nine or nine yuan and five cents, and pointed to the platform table attached to the middle of the bus. Motioned for him to look with his own eyes.

I blinked and scolded myself for being stupid. Buses are originally printed with platform meters. I immediately cast my gaze, but when I looked at it, I was dumbfounded.

I was dumbfounded by the man in his thirties. He scolded: "Your car is broken like this, and you still dare to drive on the road?" Damn, the platform meter is blurry and I can't see clearly. ”

The female conductor didn't even look at him, and sat in the ticket seat, her short legs dangling like pieces of paper. It's terrifying to watch.

Perhaps sensing something was not right, the man turned to leave. However, he found that the door had closed at some point, and the car shook slightly and drove forward.

"Open the door, Lao Tzu wants to get out of the car." The man shouted at the driver.

The driver simply ignores people and drives on his own.

"I said, you ......" The curse was just halfway through when the man suddenly seemed to remember something terrible, and swallowed the more ugly words in the back.

He took a few steps back awkwardly before he touched a row of seats and sat down quietly.

Then his gaze began to look around, and finally fell on me and Li Mengyue.

In a short time, the car was already driving back into the thick fog. The sun had sunset into the mountain stream to the west, draining the last vestiges of its rays. The evening night gradually enveloped the earth.

However, the smog that enveloped the entire city has not dissipated.

The man glanced outside the car a few times, and mysteriously moved step by step, and it took a long time to move to the edge of the row of seats next to me.

"This little brother, beauty. Hey, get to know him. The brother's name is Shen Si. It can also be regarded as a small celebrity in Yuanxi Town. The man showed a standard PR smile and stretched out his hand: "What's the name of the brother?" ”

I shook my head, completely uninterested in shaking his hand, and ignored him.

The man's face became more and more embarrassed, and finally he sneered, retracted into his seat and stopped humming again.

Silence spread through the carriage, accompanied by an increasingly cold air. The whole bus is like a dead bug being dragged along by some mysterious force.

"Do you know who this man is?" After looking at Shen Si a few times with cold eyes, I lowered my voice and said to Li Mengyue.

Li Mengyue's face was expressionless: "You, you are hostile to him." ”

"Is there hostility? Perhaps. I laughed dryly: "This guy is the boss of Atlas Education." It is said that after meeting Shi Yueying once, he fell in love, and he has been stalking to him ever since. Every time Yue Ying returned to Yuanxi Town, she could always see him flying over like a fly that smelled fishy, revolving around her all the time. There was even an attempt to climb up the pipeline of Bosera Education into Shi Yueying's bedroom on the seventh floor. ”

Li Mengyue's face was a little surprised: "He, it is said, is missing." ”

"Not bad. It is said to have been missing for more than a week. I didn't expect to be nested in my office building all the time. It's strange, with his urine nature, he knew that Shi Yueying had returned to Yuanxi Town, but he didn't come to harass her. It's not even clear that I exist. I was also puzzled: "It's really weird, could it be that something happened to him this week that he couldn't get out of his body, and couldn't even leave that office building?" ”

After listening to my speculation, Li Mengyue seemed to be struggling to think about something. I stopped talking, but thought quietly.

After traveling like this for more than ten minutes, the bus stopped again on the top floor of a building.

As soon as I stopped, I saw two young people, a man and a woman, rushing from downstairs into the rooftop in a panic. Because of the relative closeness, I could even see an amazing scene taking place inside the door leading to the rooftop.

The white mist floated below a height of fifteen meters, like water over the penultimate steps. A large number of red lines in the fog vividly captured their escape tracks, and they were about to catch the man and woman. The man was quite clever, and used the leg of the chair in his hand to force open the red thread that came over.

The red thread was entangled in the chair leg like a snake, and with a strong pull, the chair leg was pulled into the mist, and there was no trace of it.

Taking advantage of this moment, the two young men ran forward desperately. The red lines behind them immediately flew up, but these lines seemed to really have life, and as soon as they broke out of the white mist, they were like fish without water, and lost their strength.

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