When I left Wang Weizheng's house, it was already late.

Wang Weizheng originally wanted to stay at home for one night, but Qi Guang himself dissuaded him, don't go back at such a late hour, don't accidentally walk on the road, startle those passers-by, and then turn into an urban legend like "a corpse walking on the street", and then give birth to a new alien species.

In this regard, Bai Ling just looked at him with a smile, and Qi Guang saw that his scalp was a little numb.

But he did not agree to Wang Weizheng and Qi Guang's request, but insisted on going back.

It is not too far from Chenfeng City to Linjiang City, and if you take a train, you can basically reach it in forty or fifty minutes.

The streets are very secluded at this moment, and there are basically not many people walking here. The bus stop next to it was deserted, and only a few students who returned late were laughing and playing.

Looking at them, Bering wanted to sigh: "It's good to be young." ”

Although he is only twenty-three years old by now, there are times when he really feels as if he is much more mature than his real age.

Perhaps because of his identity, even Qi Guang, who is several years older than him, and Director Wang, who is almost in his thirties, have never regarded Bering as a young man, but have always put him in the same position as himself, and will not despise Bering at all because of his youth.

Perhaps the name "prophet" is indeed easy to overlook the slight age gap.

Even Bering has matured a lot because of this name.

Shaking his head, Bering turned on his phone and just wanted to buy a ticket online.

The next second, his expression was slightly stunned.

"Huh?"

In his vision, the originally empty streets, dim headlights slowly emerged in the shadows.

A streamlined figure slowly drove out of the dark night, slowly parked on the nearby bus platform with a chilling and mysterious aura.

The students who were still playing gradually stopped what they were doing.

They stared blankly at the bus in front of them, unconscious as if they had been swept away.

It didn't take long for the students who had stopped on the side of the road to make a new move.

They lined up, and one by one, they stepped onto the treacherous and inexplicable bus, as silent and silent as queuing into a bloody mouth.

Soon, the bus door closed. On a dark and windy night, he carried a few students whose souls had been frightened by fear, and headed towards the more secluded night......

Consciousness returns to reality.

Bering glanced up at the sky.

The moon in the sky was now obscured by cascading clouds, and it was almost impossible to see the bright moonlight. Aside from the faint glimpse of some neon light in the distance, and the streetlights next to the bus stop in the distance, the street is pitch black at the moment.

'Thirteen buses? Bering retracted his gaze, "This is the witch's car." ’

It is a habit of witches to use the bus as a means of transportation - because it is more comfortable.

As a "disaster" monster, she certainly has a means of transportation that matches her identity like a carriage. But after sitting for a while, the witch probably realized that no matter how stylish the carriage looked, the feeling of driving was not as good as the bus.

So her last choice was this thing.

This is also normal, after all, the witch herself is a pretty modern guy. Although she was born relatively early and has lived for hundreds of years, she is more adaptable to technology than many humans.

Bering remembered in his diary that witches were fond of using their mobile phones to contact their subordinates and enemies.

It is said that after defeating the witch, the future humans went to her lair in Yanzhou City to search for clues, and it seems that they also found game consoles and home theaters in her room......

A witch who doesn't have much to do on weekdays is likely to play games in her pajamas and controllers at home, and occasionally watch a movie or two, drink Coke and eat popcorn by the way.

It's all a normal thing.

Xenomorphs are also emotional and thinking.

However, their emotions and thoughts are much more distorted than those of ordinary people.

Some people may have fun playing video games and crafts, but most xenomorphs don't feel any dopamine secretion. If they want to be happy, they must get it from distortion.

Badr can only find joy in destroying the creatures she once wanted to protect, the corpse lifters can only survive by desecrating corpses, and Blue Sky must constantly torture the humans and listen to their screams and wails.

Despite their resemblance to humans, they are monsters in their true nature.

Perhaps there are monsters with strange personalities, such as "The Webweaver". Its distortion is rooted in love and freedom, but this does not mean that the aliens are all well-intentioned and communicative.

If the concept of "they can also be good" is pinned on this group, then it is equivalent to putting a rope around the neck of the human being, holding it in both hands and respectfully giving it to the other side.

Bering was very uncomfortable about this.

Monsters may have their own thoughts, their own emotions, but if their emotions bloom from the sinful flowers in the first place, and it takes a long time to distinguish them, then it is better to cut off the flowers in the first place.

This is probably also a relief for those monster roots who have been distorted and have completely different ideas than they were in life.

It is impossible for the gods, who symbolize spring, to fall into darkness completely, and it is impossible for the generals who protect the people to indulge in the slaughter of their own people.

In that case, it is better to give them a good night's sleep.

With this in mind, Bering tugged at the red scarf around his neck and hid the lower half of his face in the scarf.

Then he put his hands in his pockets and silently walked towards the bus stop.

There was a street lamp next to the platform, and the light of the street lamp seemed to be faintly dim, and the light flickered and flickered, alternating between bright and dark.

Empty streets, flickering street lamps, foggy platforms. At the moment, almost every element can be called a classic horror movie.

Oh, and maybe a bunch of unconscious high school students.

The group of high school students on the platform really didn't notice that something seemed to be faintly wrong around them, and they were still teasing each other, and then reminiscing with interest about the afterglow of the day.

These people are all students at a nearby school, and they were kept by a classmate who has a good relationship tonight and played a script at that classmate's house for a while.

It was so late, they shouldn't have been hanging out again. But because they told their family before they came that they wanted to go back, it was not too far from home, and there were many boys in the team, so they didn't feel too scared.

In fact, they are still immersed in the game they just played, accusing someone of failing to figure out their reasoning from time to time, and occasionally disgusting a few other classmates for not being able to figure out the content.

Just as they were laughing and playing.

Suddenly, a girl shivered.

She glanced up at the night and the flickering street lights, and was a little scared for no reason: "Hey, don't make trouble." ”

"Do you feel it...... Something strange about the surroundings? ”

This sentence made the students next to them subconsciously stunned.

Odd?

Don't you feel anything strange?

They glanced up at the sky, looked down at the surroundings, and then smiled at the girl and said, "What's so strange?" ”

"Yan Huaimeng, you shouldn't be an old mistake again, right? Say you feel some strange gaze every day? It's so late, don't be intimidating. ”

"That's it, don't let you be scared, and then you want to scare us together!"

The girl who was teased by her peers was a little anxious: "No! It's obvious! Can't you feel it?! ”

She touched her arm, which was covered with goosebumps: "It's the feeling that all of a sudden the environment has darkened, the air has cooled a lot, and then there's someone blowing into your collar!" ”

As she spoke, she shivered again.

Her companions, however, were completely incomprehensible to her feelings: "We don't have the weirdness of yours. ”

"And there is nothing strange and chaotic in this world, we have to believe in science!"

"But speaking of which, there is a team that has done better special effects on the Internet recently, what does it seem to be called...... 'Bright Day'? Have you seen it? ”

"Ah, I've seen it! Their special effects are really good, although it is a live broadcast, but it is really interesting! ”

As he spoke, the topic of the students changed again, and they began to discuss with great interest the new live broadcast room that had recently been circulated on the Internet.

Only the girl named "Yan Huaimeng" was left standing in place, so anxious that she wanted to cry.

She really sensed something was wrong!

After looking around, Yan Huaimeng suddenly became keenly aware that there seemed to be a faint figure sitting on a chair in the foggy bus stop.

The figure sat upright, and wore an unobtrusive, oversized trench coat – a rare combination in the middle of summer.

However, this is not what scares Yan Huaimeng the most.

What she was really afraid of was that the place where this person was sitting was not too far away from her, but she didn't even notice this person's appearance at all!

It was as if he had stepped out of the ethereal mist, his figure ghostly and dreamy, his movements so light that there was no movement at all.

At least the classmates around him didn't notice at all that there was such a fellow "passenger" next to him.

When looking at the figure, Yan Huaimeng suddenly found that the figure also turned his head.

A pale and bloodless face struck a picture with her, making her feel a spirit!

How do you describe that face?

Yan Huaimeng felt as if his grandfather, who had passed away three months ago, was lying in a cold coffin, and the glass surface of the coffin reflected his grandfather's closed eyes.

The same fair, the same weird!

"Hiss......"

Yan Huaimeng couldn't help but take half a step back, stepped on his heel and almost fell off the bus stop.

She turned her head in horror and inexplicably, and rubbed her hands next to her cheeks vigorously: "It's okay, it's all fake...... It's okay, it's all fake......"

After these few words, she couldn't hold back and secretly glanced back again.

This time, he once again looked at the pale young man.

And this time, after the eyes and eyes intertwined, the corners of the young man's mouth were slightly hooked, as if he felt something interesting, and his lips moved slightly up and down.

Yan Huaimeng couldn't lip speak, so he couldn't understand what the other party was saying at all.

But just the weird smile that suddenly appeared after that person glanced at him already made Yan Huaimeng scared enough!

She rubbed her cheeks desperately again: "It's okay, it's okay, it's all fake, it's all fake......"

Just as she was thinking.

Suddenly, the sound of a bus coming in this direction could be faintly heard in the distance.

The tires of the buses rubbed against the ground, and the whole street echoed with a cacophony like "Chala". With such a sound, the tall and dark bus crashed through the hazy fog, and the headlights brightened, slowly approaching the platform little by little, inch by inch.

Looking at the bus coming by, Yan Huaimeng breathed a sigh of relief inexplicably.

The car is coming, and there should be people in the car. Although a large number of people may not be useful, a large number of people can at least make you a little more courageous.

With this in mind, she turned her head and glanced at her classmates: "The car is coming, hurry up and ......"

However, the moment he turned around, Yan Huaimeng choked on the words he wanted to say and couldn't say anything.

Because when she looked back, she suddenly found that her classmates seemed to be in some kind of situation.

They were still playing and laughing, and they stopped what they were doing, and gradually lined up in a long line of men and women, who were tall, short, fat and thin, and looked blankly at the bus coming in the distance.

They looked like they were waiting for a bus, and their posture was incredibly natural and relaxed, no different from them during the rush hour of school on weekdays.

But that alone is scary enough!

Because...... It's late at night!

Looking at those classmates with blank eyes and dead faces, Yan Huaimeng subconsciously covered his mouth with his hand and bit his lip to keep himself from screaming.

What the hell is going on?!

First, there were people on the platform who looked like corpses, then strange buses coming towards the platform, and finally his classmates who inexplicably seemed to have lost their souls and did not react......

Did you do something wrong today?!

Yan Huaimeng wanted to cry.

However, even as she cried, the bus was approaching the station step by step.

Soon, with a "whin" sound like a train whistle from classical times, a large, pitch-black bus slowly stopped at the edge of the platform.

Its deep doors slowly opened, and the environment inside was like hell and bottomless.

After the car door opened, the students walked into it one by one.

And after that, Yan Huaimeng also stepped on the steps with a stiff face.

She didn't really want to get in the car.

But just now, she lost control of her body......

It was as if something was pushing her and forcing her to walk up......

An invisible force dragged Yan Huaimeng and let her slowly walk into the bus.

As she was about to step into the bus, out of the corner of her eye, she seemed to see the pale man with a red scarf behind her wearing a hood.

He also followed behind him and slowly stepped up the steps.