When I left the crematorium, it was already noon, and the intersection outside the crematorium was the bus stop, and the platform was deserted, and there was not even a single person waiting for the bus. I walked to the station and planned to take a taxi back to school.

Although it was sunny at the time, the sun was barely visible on a sunny day in Chongqing, and it snowed for a day yesterday, so it felt very cold.

Because the crematorium is relatively remote, I waited for about ten minutes, and there was no taxi passing by, and then a minibus came, I have seen the stop sign, there is no bus that can go directly to our school, but I still got on the minibus, and planned to take it to the downtown area and then transfer.

I got on the minibus, and there were no passengers on the bus except the driver, and I thought it was a little strange at the time, because the buses in Chongqing are not coin-operated, and there are conductors on every bus, but there is no conductor on this bus. I asked the driver who sells the tickets. The driver said in a strange voice: "Find a seat and sit up first." ”

Since the driver said so, I thought that he would come to sell the tickets in person later, so I didn't say anything anymore, and went directly to the middle and found a random seat to sit.

I sat in the car, and I felt very cold, even colder than outside, but the windows of the car were all closed, how could it be so cold? Maybe it was because there were too few people, but I didn't really care about it. I wrapped myself in a trench coat and clasped my hands to feel better.

The car didn't drive for a long time, and it kept stopping at the station, at least ten minutes, and then I got impatient and asked the driver why he didn't drive yet.

The driver said without looking back: "Immediately, wait for a few people to leave." ”

Although I thought it was strange, I didn't ask, but I looked out the window and saw a dozen people hurrying down the road from the crematorium.

I thought to myself, is this the car just waiting for these people? But how does this driver know that someone is going to come to take the car? Could it be that they chartered the car? This car is here to pick them up? But since it is someone else's chartered car, how can I be allowed to get on this car?

I was thinking that the men had arrived, and they had all gotten into the car and sat quietly in their respective places, and it seemed strange to me that these people were very quiet, barely making a sound, and they didn't speak to each other, and they didn't look like they were together at all.

I couldn't help but wonder in my heart, I wondered if they didn't know each other? But it was strange, since the car was specially for these people, and these people did come together, how could they not know each other?

I was wondering in my mind when I saw a man who was slightly older than me come up at the end, and as soon as the man got into the car, the door closed silently and gently, and the driver finally started the car, and the car drove forward slowly.

The man kept his head down and wore a strange hat with a low brim that almost covered the area above his nose.

There was a vacancy in front of me, but the man approached me and sat down next to me. As soon as he sat down, he turned his face to the other side, as if he was dozing, and never looked at me, and I didn't pay much attention to him.

The minibus is not large, it is estimated that there are no more than 20 seats, and it feels very full to seat a dozen people at this time. However, it was still so cold and unusually quiet in the car, as if there was no one sitting at all.

At first, I didn't think much of it. As the car drove forward, I realized that something was getting more and more wrong. What was wrong was not only in the surprisingly quiet car, but also in the getting colder. In addition, the driver did not mention the matter of asking everyone to buy tickets, and the bus did not stop after passing several stations, which is completely inconsistent with the operating rules of the bus.

Although I thought it was strange, looking at the normal street scene and pedestrians outside the window, I still didn't think in a terrible direction, but thought in my heart that this car should be chartered by these people, so the driver didn't mention buying tickets, and he didn't stop at the station along the way.

I was going to get off at any station in the city, but now that the train was going all the way down, there was no intention of stopping at all, so I couldn't help it, so I asked the man sitting next to me where they were going.

But the man ignored me, and kept turning his face to the other side, and I couldn't see his face, and I thought he was asleep, so I touched his hand and tried to wake him up.

I was about to touch his hand when I suddenly noticed that he was wearing a jade bracelet on his wrist, which was very familiar. I took a closer look, and the more I looked at it, the more shocked I became, because the bracelet was mine. I wore this bracelet for many years, it was a gift that my aunt bought for me when I was admitted to high school, and then because my wrist was thicker and the bracelet became tighter, I went to the jewelry store to buy a similar bead to wear, the bead is slightly larger than the other beads, and the color is darker. I'm all too familiar with it, it's definitely my bracelet, I can't go wrong.

However, didn't I put this bracelet on the wrist of the fake Zhang Ke's corpse in the crematorium? How could it have escaped to this person at this time? Could it be that he stole it?

However, this bracelet is not a valuable thing, and it is still worn on a dead man, how can this man steal it?

However, I didn't think about anything else, and I didn't think anything about it, but I was so angry that I couldn't help but push the man and ask him where the bracelet came from.

The man was finally pushed awake by me, and turned his face to look at me. At this time, because of the proximity, the man deliberately raised his head in order to see me clearly, and for this reason, I finally saw his true face of Lushan.

It's a terrible thing, guess what I saw?

That person turned out to be Zhang Ke!

I jumped up in fright, moved away from him, and asked in horror, "Who are you?"

The man took off his hat, revealing his entire face, which was indeed Zhang Ke's appearance. He looked at me with a blank face, and his eyes, no, not at all, because the eyes were hollow, and they were not at all, so let's call them eyes, and his eyes were staring at me hollowly, and he didn't answer me.

I immediately thought of the most terrible thing, he was the corpse that was cremated as Zhang Ke's corpse, and became a ghost at this time. Got into the car and sat next to me.