Nelson Sr. drove a school bus to the place where Grant told him that the school bus had broken down.

The short old man stepped out of the school bus he was driving, and when he came to the broken down school bus, he found that it was empty. He took out his mobile phone and saw that it showed a missed call from Grant before, he called back, but found that he was not in the service area, he called the person in charge of the Craft Activity Center for Disabled Youth again, and learned that Grant did not send the children to the designated place, he thought something might have happened, so he called the police.

The town's police quickly arrived at the scene, and they searched along the location of the broken down school bus and found a gray fog three kilometers away. The police shone their flashlights inside, but the light was directly absorbed by the gray mist, and even the headlights in front of the car could not penetrate the gray fog.

Sheriff Jory bent down and picked up a stone from the ground and threw it into the gray mist, not hearing the sound of the stone falling to the ground, and the gray mist seemed to connect another space.

"I'm Jory, we spotted a gray fog three kilometers away from the broken down school bus, suspected to be a monster attack. A total of 15 children, a volunteer and a driver, were in the broken down school bus and asked for support as soon as possible. Jory put down the walkie-talkie and looked at the two police officers and the school bus driver next to him and said, "Mr. Nelson, please stay outside and wait for backup, Andrew, Patton, let's go" He took the lead in the gray mist with a gun in one hand and a flashlight in the other.

He knew it could be dangerous inside, but as a police officer, he couldn't stay outside and wait for help when he knew there were more than a dozen children in danger.

Andrew, a black policeman, and Barton, a white policeman with glasses, glanced at each other and followed in the sheriff's footsteps.

Old man Nelson stood outside the gray mist, watching the three policemen walk into the gray mist, as if walking into the mouth of a demon with a bloody mouth open. A cold wind blew, and the old man shivered, and he sighed into his hands, then rubbed his hands, and walked back to his car to warm up. He sat in the driver's seat, looking at the gray mist that was not moving, and his face was heavy.

After Sheriff Jory passed through the gray fog, the first thing that caught his eye was a gray dog bus, and in the interval between the gray fog and the bus there was a group of frightened people, including the elderly, middle-aged men, women and underage children. The children leaned over a sturdy black man with their eyes closed, and the black man whispered to comfort the children around him. In addition to this, there was the sound of vomiting and small sobbing, and the atmosphere was dull and somewhat scary. When they saw a few policemen walking in, their eyes lit up with hope, and then dimmed again.

Sheriff Jory gestured to Andrew and Barton, clutching the gun in his hand and slowly walking towards the location of the Greyhound bus. The air was filled with the sour smell of vomit and the pungent smell of excrement, and some passengers seemed to see something disgusting and couldn't control themselves from vomiting, and some were directly frightened by incontinence.

The closer you get to the bus, the stronger the smell of blood in the air, and you can hear the sound of chewing, bones being bitten, and muscles being torn. Jory had some bad premonitions in his mind. He shone his flashlight into the dark carriage and saw a terrifying scene, an Asian man in his fifties with gray hair in his early seventies was leaning over and gnawing on a blurred mass of flesh that could be judged to be a person by the general outline.

Liu Weiming sensed the light, raised his head, and smiled politely at Sergeant Jory, his eyes, teeth, and the blood that kept leaving at the corners of his mouth reflected the light of the flashlight.

Sergeant Jory extinguished the flashlight in his hand and slowly stepped back softly. The passengers in the car seem to be no longer saved, not to mention whether they can deal with the guy inside, the main thing to do now is to protect the passengers outside the car, if the guy inside is angered, it will not be good for the guy to get out of the car and kill.

Jory felt someone pat him on the back, and he instantly became nervous, he had just focused his body and mind on the guy inside, and forgot to pay attention to the scene behind him, did the guy inside still have an accomplice? He quickly turned around and pointed his gun at the guy who suddenly appeared behind him.

"Take it easy, Mr. Policeman. I'm not a bad person," Grant said, waving at him.

Jory saw clearly the appearance of this guy, it was the black strong man who was still on the sidelines to comfort him. But he didn't believe him easily. Although his gun was down, it was in a state where it could be raised and fired at any time.

Grant looked at the policeman who didn't trust him, and didn't get angry, he motioned for the policeman to sit down, and then told him what had happened.

"So that guy inside is a dangerous cannibal, and we're stuck in this place right now, can't we?" asked Jory.

"Yes, go out and hit that gray fog and you'll be back in front of this greyhound bus. Grant replied.

Andrew, the black cop, nodded to Jory, then turned and walked into the gray fog, and a minute later, he reappeared in front of them, and after three more experiments, the officers had to accept the fact.

Jory's thick black eyebrows were tightly locked, as an ordinary person, he was still a little afraid of these special guys with special abilities. He glanced at the gun in his hand, and the 9mm pistol bullets were lethal to the bandits, but it was not easy to say to those monsters, and all he could do now was to pray that the guy inside would leave when he was full, or that the support could arrive as soon as possible, and it would be up to another monster to deal with the monster.

There was a banging on the metal door of the Greyhound bus, and someone tried to push the door inside, but the door was blocked by a crowbar placed by Grant beforehand, and everyone around them became nervous. After a dozen or so taps, the knock on the door disappeared, and the guy inside seemed to give up, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

A cloud of gray mist appeared on the side of the Greyhound bus, then turned into a humanoid gray fog, the gray fog disappeared, and Liu Weiming, who was supposed to stay in the car, appeared outside the car. His eyes were closed, his nose twitching, sniffing something in his breath. The mouth said: "Evil, evil, evil, full of the smell of sin." Hungry, hungry, hungry, I'm so hungry right now. Even after eating a sinful demon, I still feel so hungry. Eat one more, and eat one more of the most sinful guys. ”

There were scared expressions on the faces of the people around them, but no one spoke, no one made any movements, and everyone was afraid to attract the guy's attention.

Liu Weiming stopped in front of a middle-aged black-haired woman, this bloated white woman was so frightened that her face turned pale, her teeth fought up and down, and beads of sweat appeared on her face, she covered her mouth to prevent herself from making a sound, and even held her breath, Liu Weiming did not leave, the woman's face turned purple pig liver color, and a smell of urine suddenly appeared in the air, and she was directly frightened into incontinence.

Liu Weiming took a few steps closer to the woman's position, and did not seem to be affected by the smell of urine, and as he got closer, the despair in the woman's eyes deepened. Just as the woman was about to suffocate and die of terror, he stopped and walked to the side, seemingly attracted away by some new target. The middle-aged woman escaped, lying on the ground gasping for breath.