"You can't be..."

Qin Tian's heart shook, and he hurriedly snatched the phone from his hand, opened it and saw that only five words were displayed on the screen: I saw you.

This familiar style of writing made Qin Tian's heart tremble, and he had seen three comments of similar style in the comments of the horror story collection.

After clicking on the screen, Qin Tian found the software with the black book pattern, but the pattern of the software was gray and could not be opened.

"Do you know who the ghost is? I asked everyone and they all said I was crazy. I lost, but I was not reconciled, I wanted to know the answer, why didn't I even have a chance to know the answer, and sentenced me to death! ”

The young man roared hysterically, shouted and collapsed weakly on the ground.

"What the hell did I do?" Qin Tian's face was ugly.

It wasn't until the bus was about to reach its end that he understood why youth had become a variable.

Because, this young man is a writer who failed to be selected, and it seems that he was chased and killed, and he wanted to escape by car.

The additional task is to ask Qin Tian to prevent the unsuccessful writer from escaping, and Qin Tian is equivalent to invisibly harming the unsuccessful writer.

He didn't know what the youth in front of him would face, and he didn't dare to think about it.

"Will all the unsuccessful writers be hunted down?" Qin Tian struggled inwardly and had mixed emotions.

"Even if it is death, I am unwilling, why is my answer wrong, who is the ghost!" The young man sat on the ground and held his head in pain.

In these days of fugitives, what has always supported him is the search for answers, and he is unwilling.

"It's the son."

A calm voice suddenly sounded.

The young man suddenly became quiet, slowly raised his head, and looked at Qin Tian in a daze.

"This question tests the writer's different thinking and worldview, so the seemingly most innocent son is the most suspicious."

"Son, is it a ghost?" The young man muttered softly in despair.

Qin Tian couldn't bear to look at him, and he couldn't bear to tell him that he was the writer who won one out of ten thousand, and silently returned the phone to him.

Qin Tian wanted to open the bus door again, but it was already too late, and the bus was already close to the crematorium.

The young man gave up the idea of running away and sat by the car door muttering to himself.

"We are about to arrive at the terminal, please pack your things and get ready to get off." The driver's voice rang out.

"Dad, my dad hasn't gotten in the car yet."

Suddenly, an immature baby voice caught Qin Tian's attention.

Qin Tian followed the voice and saw a girl in a pink princess dress in the back seat of the carriage.

In the huge carriage, apart from her, only Qin Tian, the young man, the driver and Zhang Yang remained.

"There's a girl." Qin Tian glanced at her a few more times.

If it weren't for the girl's sudden voice, Qin Tian would have thought that there was no such person in the car.

She didn't make a sound all the way, and she should have been sitting on the ground, otherwise Qin Tian wouldn't have felt her presence.

This girl is not the same as the little girl who got out of the car before, the previous little girl was only about 8 years old, and the current girl is at least 12 years old.

She is dressed very exquisitely, it is estimated that the conditions at home are good, and she is still holding a beautiful leather doll in her arms.

"Where's your dad?"

Qin Tian was wary of her and asked casually.

"When I was in the car, my dad didn't have time to get in the car, I was afraid." She said that she was afraid, but her face was expressionless, and she couldn't see the slightest fear.

"You got lost with your father, right?"

"Hmm."

Qin Tian looked at her, did not answer immediately, but kept thinking in his heart: "This girl has no sense of existence throughout the whole process, and I didn't even notice that she was in the car, maybe she is not human." ”

With those terrifying experiences before, Qin Tian's suspicions became even heavier.

"It's time to get off the train."

The driver's voice suddenly sounded, interrupting Qin Tian's thoughts.

The bus stopped slowly, Qin Tian's attention was on the girl, and he didn't notice the words that kept beating on the phone screen: After arriving at the station, the door magically returned to normal.

"Squeak."

The car door opened, and there was a cold, burnt smell wafting in from outside, the smell of the crematorium.

"Mom, brother, let's get out of the car."

Under Qin Tian's gaze, the girl passed by him with the doll in her arms and got out of the car.

Qin Tian stared at the girl vigilantly, checked it carefully, and only after making sure that there was no one else in the car did he help Zhang Yang out of the car.

"Linxi Crematorium."

Standing in front of the bus, Qin Tian looked up at the huge crematorium in front of him.

"Finally, finally at the crematorium, I just need to live until the sun rises."

Qin Tian put down Zhang Yang and let him lie on the ground, then looked at his mobile phone and found that a new paragraph popped up on the screen: the bus stopped at the terminal, a gust of night wind blew, and a crisp and dense jingle suddenly sounded.

As soon as the text appeared, Qin Tian heard the sound of "jingle bell" coming from the top of the bus.

"Why is there such a depiction at such a time?"

Qin Tian was shocked.

He has a general understanding of horror story collections: mobile phone text is synchronized with reality, but text is not omnipotent, and it cannot show all aspects of reality, so the text that appears in the document is the key.

Every sentence that appears in the mobile phone document has its own meaning of existence, perhaps to highlight the character's personality, or perhaps to turn the plot.

And the bus has already arrived, and it stands to reason that there is no need to describe the bus anymore, at this time the text suddenly turns back and writes that the car makes a jingling bell, which seems to indicate that the matter is not over.

"What's the secret on the bus?"

Qin Tian turned around and looked at the top of the bus with the sound of "jingle bell".

At this glance, he was stunned for a moment, and his pupils contracted violently.

"How is that possible, why is this happening!"

He screamed, his face full of incredulity,

At the top of the bus, there was a pile of corpses!

The corpses were old and young, men and women, dressed differently, and the most terrifying thing was that the owners of the corpses were all known to Qin Tian:

Midwife, pregnant woman, Wang Wei, Wang Ling's father and daughter, jacket man, tight woman, woman in red, young man with glasses.

There were 8 bodies in total, all of them passengers in the bus.

The hands and feet of the corpse hung from the roof of the car, and a jingle bell was tied to each hand and foot, and the wind blew "jingle bells".

Qin Tian stood in front of the bus, his eyes glaring angrily, his face changing uncertainly, and a turbulent wave set off in his heart.

All the passengers are ghosts, including the bespectacled unsuccessful writer.

"Yes, the unsuccessful writer, he is still in the car."

Qin Tian hurriedly looked into the car, but did not see a figure.

On the bus at the moment, only the driver is still in the driver's seat.

"Master, get out of the car quickly, the car is full of ghosts!" Qin Tian hurriedly reminded the driver.

However, the driver did not move, still holding the steering wheel and looking ahead.

After Qin Tian hesitated, he still decided to get in the car and rescue the driver.

After getting into the car, he pulled the driver and was about to leave, but as soon as he touched the driver, he felt the piercing cold and hard skin.

"What's wrong?" Qin Tian frowned slightly, and then found that the driver's face was bloodless, his lips were black, his face was covered with corpse spots, and the smell of rotting corpses emanated from his body.

"Corpses?" Qin Tian almost fell to the ground in fright.

"How is it possible, how is it possible!" He roared in his heart.

The driver's arms, head and neck were wrapped with thin wires that penetrated the windshield, attached to the driver at one end and extended outside the bus at the other end.

"Marionette!" This word instantly popped out of Qin Tian's head.

The driver is a corpse, and his movements in the car are controlled by a thin wire!

"Who? Who is it? Qin Tian looked out the window along the thin lines, and couldn't see where the thin lines were connected, these thin lines seemed to be connected to the air.

At this moment, Qin Tian inadvertently saw a glimmer of light, coming from the driver's shirt pocket.

He reached out and touched it, it was a mobile phone, the mobile phone screen was still on, and it was on call.

Show call duration: 74 minutes and 23 seconds.

Qin Tian thought about it carefully, wasn't this time the time from when he got on the car to the time he arrived at the end line? "No wonder the corpse can speak, in fact, those words are not said by the driver, but the voice made by the person behind the driver through the mobile phone."

The more Qin Tian thought about it, the more frightened he became, and he got goosebumps all over his body.

In other words, the whole process from the time he got on the bus to the time he arrived at the crematorium was monitored by something unknown on the other end of the phone.

"Whew."

Suddenly there was a murmur on the phone.

Qin Tian's arm trembled and picked up the phone, and slowly approached his ear: "Hey." ”