"Uncle!"

Qin Tian ran to the driver's seat and only found shabby clothes, pants, and shoes.

The uncle has already dissipated under the sun.

"Don't go, uncle, I haven't told you thank you yet." Qin Tian stretched out his hand to grab the black qi floating in the air, but he couldn't catch it.

The black gas carried the old man's regret and dissipated into the sun with the breeze.

The bus lost its driver and gradually stopped, leaving Qin Tian alone in the huge carriage.

Holding the clothes left by the uncle, Qin Tian couldn't help himself for a long time, and his eyes turned red.

"Why, why do you want to save me, you are a ghost, people and ghosts have different paths, why do you want to save me."

Qin Tian's voice was hoarse, choked and unable to keep calm.

After a nightmare all night, he would be chased by ghosts wherever he fled, as if the whole world wanted him to die.

The funny thing is that Qin Tian was finally saved by the ghost, and the uncle also sacrificed his life for this, and his soul was scattered in the sun.

got up and looked back, the carriage was full of devastation, Qin Tian couldn't imagine how many times the uncle had fought with the female ghost in order to save himself.

The seat was stained with blood, and it was the blood that the uncle had shed after he was injured.

"Hell, is it bleeding too?" Qin Tian felt very uncomfortable in his heart.

Uncle has been enduring severe pain in driving, in order to take him to a safe place, he was stunned under the burning of the strong light until his soul flew away, how painful it must be.

"Uncle, this time, I'll take you home."

Qin Tian wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes and folded the clothes left by the uncle.

After getting out of the car, the sun shone on Qin Tian's body, making him a little uncomfortable.

The crematorium during the day resumed normal operation, and Qin Tian took a taxi back to the crematorium and found Zhang Yang in the utility room.

His life was really big, he was actually intact, and when he was found by Qin Tian, he was still asleep, so Qin Tian directly called a car and sent him home.

Qin Tian didn't divulge the secret of the crematorium, the bizarre and terrifying hell of last night would be buried in his heart forever.

Of course, he won't call the police, all he encounters at night are ghosts, what to say if he calls the police?

After that, Qin Tian found the bus company and interrogated about the No. 14 bus last night.

The person in charge told Qin Tian: "Bus No. 14 did not leave last night because the driver died of a heart attack a few days ago, and a new driver has not been found." ”

"By the way, I went to his funeral yesterday." The person in charge added.

Qin Tian pondered for a moment: "Do you have a photo of him?" ”

"Yes, we have a pretty good relationship," he said, and the person in charge pulled out a photo from his phone and pointed to one of them, "It's him." ”

This is a group photo of the company's tour.

"That's right." Qin Tian recognized it.

The person in the photo is the driver who was manipulated.

"Huh?" Qin Tian's afterglow swept over the group photo, and he inadvertently saw a familiar face.

"Who is this?" Qin Tian pointed to the smiling old man in the crowd.

"That's Master Li, who is also the driver of the No. 14 bus, and the master of the dead driver."

"It's a pity that he also had a heart attack and has been dead for a long time."

"Uncle, I found you." Qin Tian muttered softly.

Master Li in the group photo is the old man who saved Qin Tian.

Qin Tian looked for Master Li's home address, but was told by a neighbor that no one in the family was there.

Master Li's wife has long since died, and his only son also disappeared 5 years ago, and he also died of a heart attack.

Qin Tian asked about Master Li's cemetery from among the neighbors, put the clothes he left behind on the side of the cemetery, and silently kowtowed to him a few times.

。。。

After going to the hospital to treat his wounds, Qin Tian didn't even bother to eat breakfast and had to go to work in the company.

Sitting in a crowded bus, he just took out his mobile phone to check the completion of the task, and a phone call came.

"Qin Tian!" No sooner had the phone been connected than a crisp roar nearly blew through his eardrums.

"Eh, I'm your brother, you actually call me by my name."

"Don't give me a sloppy eye, you confess, did you spend the night at the woman's house last night!"

Through the screen of the mobile phone, Qin Tian could see Qin Yuxin's expression of gritting teeth.

"I, I didn't."

"Then why did you stutter?" Qin Yuxin asked.

"I, haha, I'm at night... Forehead. Qin Tian was stunned, he couldn't say that he had spent a night with a ghost, right? Who the hell believes!

"I can't say it, I know, you spent the night at Li Xinluan's house last night, didn't you?"

"How do you know?"

"I said yes!"

"Ahem, no, I mean, how do you know Li Xinluan?" Qin Tian looked puzzled.

"I've planted eyeliner in your company, you be careful, okay, I'm going to class, I'll clean you up when you get home."

Qin Yuxin hung up the phone.

Qin Tian stared at his phone with a strange expression: "I'm my brother, why was I reprimanded by you?" Xiao Nizi will also insert eyeliner, the means are okay. ”

He couldn't help but laugh, and he was quite happy in his heart.

Because Qin Yuxin said on the phone that she was going to class, it means that her mentality has recovered and she can go back to school to live a normal life.

Being disturbed by Qin Yuxin like this, Qin Tian didn't have time to check the task, so he arrived at the company.

As soon as he entered the company, Qin Tian felt a strange atmosphere, all his colleagues were buried in their work, not daring to talk to each other, and the air was so quiet that it was about to stop flowing.

"What the hell?" Qin Tian found his seat and sat down.

"Waste, waste! A bunch of waste. ”

General Manager Zhao Fan rushed out of the office with a stack of manuscripts.

"No matter how much training I gave you, you couldn't write anything like that. A bunch of rice buckets. ”

He angrily threw the manuscript in the faces of the staff, and his face turned red with anger.

Qin Tian didn't know which tendon Zhao Fan had made a mistake today, so he couldn't help but glance at him a few times.

Zhao Fan noticed Qin Tian's gaze, immediately snorted, and walked straight in front of him.

"Especially you waste, you can only say that you can't do it, but you can do it at the meeting that day, why can't you write it?"

"People are also called Qin Tian, he just published an article this morning, it's too exciting, it's too terrifying, if you can have one percent of his pen power, I will call you dad."

After scolding, Zhao Fan turned around and was about to leave.

"Wait." Qin Tian suddenly spoke.

"Tomorrow, give me a day, and I'll give you a manuscript."

"Cut." Zhao Fan was stunned for a moment, and then shook his head and left disdainfully.

He didn't believe that Qin Tian, a waste, could write any useful articles.

Qin Tian didn't care about Zhao Fan's attitude, but learned an important news from Zhao Fan's mouth:

The article on bus 14 should have been uploaded to the Internet.

Zhao Fan probably saw the article, sighed at the excitement of the article, looked back at the company's staff, and hated iron but not steel.

Qin Tian hurriedly turned on his mobile phone and entered the horror story collection:

Popularity: 103872

Today's hits: 95000

Total hits: 103742

Today's comments: 23

Total reviews: 43

Tip: Not yet

"I went, there were 95,000 clicks, and the data this time has improved a lot." Qin Tian's eyelids jumped when he saw it.

Tap the screen to pop up the task settlement screen: "Congratulations on completing the task on Normal difficulty, since the task is the least difficult, you can only get the lowest level reward." ”

"Congratulations on getting the perfect plot: Midnight Bus No. 14 (the dilapidated bus will not be obsolete by the times, it will depart on time at 10 o'clock every night, I wish you to arrive at the terminal alive.) Evaluation: Meticulous sense of logic, interlocking plot, tight rhythm, slightly poor narrative. Terror index: 1 and a half stars. ）”

Qin Tian was speechless after reading it, the midnight No. 14 bus, the horror index of the plot after perfection is only 1 and a half stars?

Qin Tian has almost died countless times, and he was so frightened that his liver trembled, and this plot is definitely worth the horror index of the stars! It's only rated 1 and a half stars?

He was speechless, and continued to click on the screen, and the checkout interface jumped:

"Since the popularity value of the horror story collection has exceeded 100,000, a chance to draw a lottery will be awarded, will the lottery be held immediately?"

"What a windfall." Qin Tian was shocked and immediately clicked on the lottery.

The light flickered on the screen, and finally the light dissipated, and it was a woven bag.

"Bags?" Qin Tian is stupid, is this kidding him, a woven bag was drawn in the lottery?

However, at this moment, the text jumps on the screen:

"Congratulations on getting a sack of money, the amount of coins is random, do you want to get the coins immediately?"

"No." Qin Tian was not in a hurry to withdraw the money, mainly because after he got the money, how could he explain it to his family? It is good to have money, but Qin Tian has to think of a suitable reason.

This is not over, what Qin Tian cares about most is actually his writer's experience, he got 95,000 clicks all of a sudden, and his writer's experience must be full.

So he opened the writer's bio:

Qin Tian: Bronze writer

Experience Points: 101402/500000

Talent: The heart of an intermediate writer, a beginner creation out of thin air

Introduction: Cautious and calm, top endurance, lack of decision-making, average thinking ability, average writing, average plot control ability, comprehensive rating: one star.

Special reminder: Bronze writers have the ability to simply intervene in the plot, but the degree of intervention is limited, please use the ability to intervene with caution.

"Sure enough, after the writer is upgraded, he will be able to permanently have the ability to intervene in the plot, unlike when he is doing a bus mission, he can only have the ability to intervene temporarily."

Qin Tian is in a good mood, he has truly experienced the anti-nature of the plot intervention ability, and with this ability, his life-saving ability will be greatly enhanced.

"I've been upgraded from a rookie writer to a bronze writer, and it takes 500,000 experience to get to the next level, which is 500,000 clicks, so much?"

Qin Tian shook his head unhappily.

Before he could take care of the comments in the comment area, Li Xinluan came to the company and asked Qin Tian to discuss the plot of the manuscript.

After a busy day, Qin Tian went to the gate of Qin Yuxin's school as soon as he got off work.

He has to go to school to pick up his sister every day after work, no matter how busy and tired he is, this has become a habit.

"Well, how are you going to explain to her last night?" Qin Tian smiled bitterly, feeling helpless in his heart.

This sister is also quite arrogant at times.

No, say Cao Cao, Cao Cao will arrive.

Qin Tian saw a beautiful figure in the crowd from afar, it was his sister Qin Yuxin.

"Here." Qin Tian smiled and waved at her.

Qin Yuxin also beckoned to Qin Tian happily.

Suddenly, there was a "ding" sound, and Qin Tian received a text message.

"Who?" He subconsciously clicked on the text message, and the sender was an unfamiliar number.

Qin Tian only glanced at it, and his face changed instantly, this number is the mobile phone number of the female ghost in the crematorium! What's going on!

He quickly checked the text message, and the content was only a few words: "Thank you for bringing me out." ”

Qin Tian's eyes changed wildly, and he looked up suddenly, and saw a woman in a floral dress in the crowd turning around and smiling strangely at him, and then disappeared into the flow of people...