"Hey, old dog, I'm ready to start writing novels, people have to have their own dreams, whether they can make money or not......"

On the slightly crowded No. 12 bus, a boy with black-rimmed glasses who looks to be about twenty-five or sixteen years old is excitedly sending a voice message to his mobile phone, expressing his vision and plan for the future.

Beside him sat a quiet and lovely girl, watching him excitedly tell his friends about his dreams, her eyes full of tenderness.

Lu Yu was attracted by the sound of the boy talking, turned his head and glanced at the boy, thinking to himself.

"How can a novelist be so good, there are so many novelists now, I guess I can't last long, I found that my novels are not as popular as I imagined, and then I gave up......"

"But the girl next to this kid is his girlfriend, it's so cute, so envious......"

"Anyway, the "Playing with Death Bald Head 9" I watched tonight is too, the car is all in space, but the skin is not broken at all......"

"Alas, tomorrow is Monday again, and I'm going to work again, so my heart is so stuffed......"

Lu Yu turned his head back, while dispelling the strange thoughts and thoughts that popped up in his mind, and after giving a command to his brain to "think about what to eat tomorrow morning", he began to look at the neon outside the car window and think about life.

The atmosphere on the bus is quite harmonious, the boys chatter endlessly to describe their grand dreams, and the driver master skillfully controls the bus to toss and turn between the traffic.

The old lady on the side checked her shopping income by the light in the car, and the beautifully dressed woman was cross-legged and cooking on the phone, not noticing that the yellow-haired young man next to her was looking at her smooth calves with naked eyes.

and the big man who sat in the back seat of the boy with most of his face covered by a black hood, but his body trembled slightly and he didn't know what he was doing......

"Everyone is busy doing their own thing," Lu Yu took a deep breath.

The weather in May was already a little hot, but the cool breeze of the night still made his sluggish brain feel a little clear.

"Let's eat steamed buns tomorrow, two beef vermicelli buns, and you can have another cup of soy milk......"

raised his eyebrows, and the corners of Lu Yu's mouth hooked up a good-looking arc.

"I'll tell you, I've even figured out a pen name! It's called a stupid worm who talks in sleep! Eh, what are you doing, what are you doing? Yes! ”

The heart-rending screams came from the back seat of the bus, attracting Lu Yu in a daze, the glamorous woman who was making porridge on the phone, the old lady who counted the items, and the little yellow hair who was intoxicated with beautiful fantasies.

I saw that the boy with black-rimmed glasses was struggling in the chair, and his girlfriend was cowering in the corner with a frightened face.

The chatter had long since stopped, for the boy's throat was being bitten by the tall man in black who stood up from behind him, and blood was constantly spilling from his neck, like a leopard biting an antelope.

The boy struggled desperately to push the strong man away, the pain and fear made him panic, and the instinct for survival made him struggle, but all in vain.

The carriage suddenly fell silent, and everyone looked at the horrible scene in front of them with a look of horror.

It seemed that he felt the pushing and resistance of the boy with black-rimmed glasses, and the strange man used a lot of force to directly tear off a large piece of flesh on the boy's neck.

The blood instantly sprayed the girl's face like a high-pressure water gun out of control. The girl also seemed to wake up from a dream and screamed loudly.

"Squeak!" The driver's master saw the situation in the back seat of the car and braked suddenly, and the strong inertia drove Lu Yu to stumble forward two steps and almost fall.

"Kill, kill!" The glamorous woman finally reacted and screamed at the top of her throat.

The people in the carriage looked like athletes who heard the starting gun go off, and they bounced out of their seats and squeezed towards the front door.

Lu Yu, who hadn't reacted yet, had just stabilized his body, and was pushed by the crowd towards the car door.

"Pull that emergency switch, open the door quickly, let's go out" Little Yellow Mao shouted at Lu Yu with an anxious face.

Because Lu Yu was standing at the front of the carriage at the beginning, the driver's brake made him stagger forward two steps, so now he was just squeezed on the bus door, and the red emergency switch was on his right hand.

Without time to digest what was happening, Lu Yu subconsciously followed Xiao Huangmao's instructions and reached out to pull the emergency switch.

With a bang, the car door opened, and due to the unstable center of gravity, Lu Yu fell headfirst and directly fell into a dog eating, and no well-wishers paid attention to whether he knocked out his front teeth.

Everyone just ran out anxiously, and he was even trampled a few times on the ground.

When Lu Yu raised his head, an old lady who seemed to be unable to take care of herself was jumping over his head, and her body was so strong that Lu Yu couldn't help but wonder if there was something wrong with her eyes.

But these people did not scatter in all directions, but stopped and looked back at a distance that they thought was safe.

"What's the ...... in the slot?"

Lu Yu got up and looked back into the car, only to see that the driver was scuffling with the man in black.

It's not so much a scuffle as the driver's master who is unilaterally resisting the man in black.

I saw the man in black with his big mouth full of blood constantly opening and closing towards the driver, and let out a low roar like a beast from his mouth.

The driver's master held the man's head, and tried his best to prevent his white teeth from getting close to his neck, looking like he couldn't support it for long.

The boy with black-rimmed glasses was slumped in his chair at this time, his body convulsed, and his girlfriend had already fainted and unconscious.

"Zombies?" Such a term popped up in Lu Yu's mind, and the plots in those movies suddenly replayed in his mind like a marquee, bloody scenes, frightened crowds, and chilling roars.

Lu Yu froze in place, his eyes fixed on what was happening inside the bus.

As the bus stopped in the middle of the road, blocking the passage of some vehicles, the impatient drivers honked their horns.

There are even more hot-tempered drivers who have already opened the car door and started scolding.

"Call the police, they've all killed someone!" The beautiful woman in the crowd suggested in a trembling voice.

"Yes, call the police, call the police" Xiao Huang Mao on the side took out his mobile phone and dialed the police.

"Hey, hey, ah, yes, I called the police, yes, yes, on Zhongshan Road, opposite the Mingguang Cinema, there was a murder on the No. 12 bus, ah yes, but it's bloody, hurry up, hurry up, hurry, the driver is fighting with the murderer......"

Seeing that the driver was about to be knocked down by the man in black, Lu Yu subconsciously wanted to get into the car to stop it, and as soon as he climbed up to the door, he felt that his left hand was grabbed by others and dragged back.

He turned his head sharply and saw a man in a gray sweatshirt, smiling at him.

This man has a small black mole between his eyebrows, with oblique bangs, and a pair of sword eyebrows, but with a pair of peach blossom eyes, he feels like a popular star.

"You're Lu Yu, right?" The man spoke, his voice small but unusually clear.

"I'm my own person, don't go up, you can't help him, no one can help him," the man in the sweatshirt continued, "Get out of here, I'll explain to you slowly." ”

Lu Yu carefully searched his memory and found that he didn't know the man in front of him, so he wanted to wave his hand to break free, but he accidentally found that the hand of the man in the sweatshirt was like an iron tong, clasping his left hand and pulling him to the side of the road.

The driver on the bus couldn't stand the man in black for a long time, and in a wheezing gap, the man in black had bitten the throat of the driver, and the onlookers screamed again.

But this time, no one dared to step forward to stop it, but just let the man in black bite the driver, and fear surged like a tide, slowly pushing the crowd of onlookers backwards.

The man in the sweatshirt pulled Lu Yu through the crowd, stepped onto the motorcycle on the side of the road, flipped the hat of the sweatshirt back, revealing a messy hair, started the motorcycle, and looked at Lu Yu.

"Who are you? How do you know me? Lu Yu finally broke free from the pull of the man in the sweatshirt, full of questions and vigilant questions.

"Get in the car first, get out of here, I'll explain it to you."

The man in the sweatshirt twisted the handlebars of the motorcycle, and the roar of the accelerator seemed to urge Lu Yu to get into the car quickly.

Lu Yu narrowed his eyes, looked up and down the man in the sweatshirt again, and spoke.

"Do you think I will do what you say so easily, you say that you are your own person, no matter how you look at you, you are very suspicious, what evidence is there to convince me?"

The man in the sweatshirt shrugged helplessly and said, "No, this is just the second time I have met you, and you weren't as easy to talk as you are now when we met last time." ”

"See you for the second time...... Lu Yu muttered to himself, and carefully recalled that among the people he knew, there was no such person as a man in a sweatshirt.

In Lu Yu's short 27-year life journey, friends are a strange term to him. He is a person with zero empathy, and he can't feel the joys and sorrows of others.

To give a simple example, when Lu Yu was in elementary school, Xiaohua's mother in the same class passed away due to a car accident, and the whole class and teachers were immersed in the sadness of the child losing his mother at such a young age, but Lu Yu didn't feel the slightest sadness.

Since then, Lu Yu has noticed his own abnormality, that is, because he can't feel the joys and sorrows of others, Lu Yu can be described as miserable in making friends, and also, after all, who would make friends with a freak who has no empathy.

After a short silence, Lu Yu got on the motorcycle, the sweater man was slightly surprised on his face, opened his mouth to say something, but closed his mouth again, started the motorcycle and drove forward.

At this moment, a scream broke out again in the crowd behind him, and Lu Yu turned around to find that the man in black who had been biting the driver on the bus had staggered out of the car.

Blood mixed with saliva slipped from the corners of his mouth, and he let out a beast-like roar at the crowd of onlookers.

The man in the sweatshirt driving the motorcycle glanced back at the retreating crowd, as if he was talking to Lu Yu, as if he was talking to himself.

"If it weren't for the butterfly effect, I'd kill that king right now."

As he spoke, the man in the sweatshirt glanced at Lu Yu from the motorcycle rearview mirror again.

"The butterfly effect? King? Kill? Lu Yu quickly captured the key information in the sentence.

If you rule out the possibility that this sweatshirt man is a madman, then the amount of information contained in his sentence is enormous.

"Is there something wrong with you?" Obviously, Lu Yu did not rule out the possibility that the man in the sweatshirt was crazy.

"Pretty much, people who are mentally okay won't be able to stay calm at such times." After speaking, the man in the sweatshirt glanced at Lu Yu again.

"I have very poor empathy, which is a mental disability, so it shouldn't be regarded as a mental problem." Lu Yu responded seriously.

The man in the sweatshirt was silent, didn't say anything more, just drove forward.

In the blink of an eye, the two had come to a dimly lit alley, Lu Yu jumped out of the car and spoke to the man in the sweatshirt.

"Who the hell are you? Why do you say you're your own person when you meet? What's going on with the royal level? Killed, have you ever killed someone? ”

The successive questions blasted at the man in the sweatshirt like a cannon, and the man in the sweatshirt smiled dumbly.

"Let's start by introducing myself, hello, my name is Zhang Heng."