Ye Sheng replied to him in a low voice: "Wait a minute, I'll reply to a message." "I took out my phone and took a picture of the driver at an angle with search.

【Category section:Story King】

[Ghost name: No. 13 bus driver]

[Goblin Level: B Rank]

[Overview: The driver is the greatest man in the city, and he diligently disposes of the city's garbage every night and delivers it where it needs to go.] 】

Class B. In the real world, a B-class heresy that can easily cause unnatural alert is just a driver here. Millions of people in a city, the No. 13 bus from life to death, for Ye Sheng now, the return trip is hell.

The driver honked his horn impatiently again.

Ye Sheng held the phone and stepped up the steps.

As soon as he got into the car, the door was closed.

The floor had not been cleaned, and it was all sorts of things left behind by the previous group of passengers. Blood, hair, shredded flesh, skin, severed limbs. The smell of rotting fish, mixed with damp moisture, hit the face

The driver turned his big head and slowly turned his head towards him, and he smiled, hunger no longer hidden. A huge face with countless maggots surging underneath, undulating. He grinned, his neck stretched like an eraser, to a meter long, leaned his head next to Ye Sheng, and sniffed vigorously.

Said the driver.

"Stranger, you are so fragrant. Instead of going into the city and being eaten by that group, let's go into my stomach now. That way, if you die, you won't have to transport the body a second time. I can leave a piece of your finger in the crematorium. ”

Ye Sheng pointed the gun at his head. The ghost mother filled his gun with A+ level majestic supernatural value, and he could control how much to output to form different levels of bullets. Now a Class B bullet, hidden in the magazine, aimed at the driver's temple.

The driver was also a high-level heretic, and soon sensed the danger and knew that the gun was very likely to kill him. He was so frightened that he hurriedly hugged his head, shrunk his neck, and returned to his seat steadily.

The driver yelled, "You fucking hillbilly! It's good that I'm willing to let you get in the car! How the fuck do you dare to shoot me! You wait, Lao Tzu will send you into the city, you won't live for a minute! ”

Ye Sheng said lightly: "Who said I was going to enter the city." ”

The driver snapped a sharp look at him.

Ye Sheng walked over, pointed a gun at his temple, his clear eyes also wanted to be washed by the night rain in Huaicheng, glowing with a faint cold light, he leaned over and whispered: "Go to the outskirts of the city, drive to Qingping Town." ”

"You, you, you...... You take the gun away......"

The driver's face turned pale with fright, and his voice trembled.

But he didn't dare to gamble with his life, so he reluctantly stepped on the accelerator, drove, and walked on a flat road.

Ye Sheng kept holding a gun to the driver's head.

As time passed, the sun finally came out, the light pierced through the night, the rain in Huaicheng seemed to have stopped, and the dark fog and damp smell of blood faded. Immediately afterwards, Ye Sheng smelled an intoxicating fragrance of flowers. Outside the car window, green trees are blooming, and magnolia flowers along the road bloom in the morning light. The rich floral fragrance brings a layer of soft color to this dawn that will not be bright. Insects, birds, thriving.

Ye Sheng was stunned, still wary of the world after the sun came out.

The driver's trembling and frightened voice suddenly came: "Nian, young man, what are you doing?" I'll call the police. ”

Ye Sheng turned his head and found that it was just a moment of light shining on the earth. The blood stains in the car are gone, and they are gone. The driver in front of him has also become a normal person, with normal head, neck and body proportions, his honest and honest face is full of shock, and he is stammering when he speaks.

However, Ye Sheng had long been used to being a villain, he didn't move the gun, but just threatened with an expressionless face: "Take me to Qingping Town." ”

Driver: "......"

The bus stops in front of Qingping Town. After Ye Sheng got out of the car, the driver stepped on the accelerator without looking back and ran away.

Ye Sheng's idea is very simple. Only a fool would enter that terrifying and grotesque city when he was unprepared, and before in the old sports art museum, Ye Sheng experienced the horror of the "rules" in the story.

This is the world of the story king, not to mention that he only has an A+ bullet now, even if he has an S-class bullet, it is useless.

Who knows how many A-class heretics there are in the city, who knows if they will regenerate endlessly, and who knows what the rules of the story king are.

The only way to get out of this space is to kill the story king in the story.

From this point of view, he was right when he insisted on exploring the story of the story king.

If he doesn't know anything about the story king, there is only one way to die here. He was greeted by an endless stream of high-level heresies under the rules, a bloody hell that could never be left out.

This is the town of Qingping a hundred years ago. White walls and black tiles, bluestone roads, the sound of sugar gourds calling for purchase spread all over the alleys, and restaurants began to open in the morning. There are a few children next to him who are carrying schoolbags and gnawing on buns, and you push me to go to school.

Ye Sheng walked here, walked to the bookstore, step by step, as if through the water pattern of time, came to the past.

The world is very normal during the day.

Ye Sheng walked to the door of the bookstore, looked at the owner of the bookstore, and asked expressionlessly, "Hello boss, I am a friend of Xiaoqi's mother." I'm looking for Xiao Qi, do you know where Xiao Qi lives now? ”

Chapter 103: Grotesque City (3)

Xiaozui told the story When he said "Urban Nightcrawler", he mentioned the name of the story king, and he was called Xiao Qi. Ye Sheng chatted with Su Wanluo in the hospital before, and also knew some things about the story king when he was a child: the story king's father was a drunkard gambler, and his mother left after he was born.

During the day, no blood is allowed in this world, so the blood on the corners of Ye Sheng's lips, face, and hem of his shirt were blown away by the spring breeze, but he still didn't look easy to get along with. The young man was tall and pale-skinned, and his glass-eyed eyes were indifferent to the extreme. When looking at it coldly, it makes people feel that a cold knife is against the throat, and the edge is piercing. is more like "Xiaoqi's mother's friend" than "Xiaoqi's mother's enemy".

If it weren't for Ye Sheng's good-looking appearance and not like a bad guy, the boss would have called the police a long time ago.

The boss was wearing an elderly sweatshirt, as thin as a bamboo pole, and when he saw him, his glasses almost fell off the bridge of his nose, and he hurriedly held on to the glasses that fell down, "Who are you looking for?!" ”

Ye Sheng's words were concise: "Little Seven." ”

The boss sighed: "You're looking for Xiao Qi, oh, Xiao Qi is not here." ”

Ye Sheng: "He's not here, so where is he?" ”

The boss said: "Xiao Qi went to the city to work." ”

Ye Sheng half-lowered his eyelashes to hide his anger: "Do you know his address in the city?" ”

The boss thought for a while: "He sent me a letter with his address on it, I'll look for it." ”

Ye Sheng was silent for a moment and said, "Xiao Qi, is the box he left with you still there?" ”

The boss was surprised: "You know all about this." Oh, I remember, I think I left the letter in that box. ”

The boss got up and walked upstairs to the bookstore. Ye Sheng chose to wait for him below, next to the Time Bookstore was a restaurant, all kinds of spoon tossing and noisy sounds in the morning, accompanied by the smell of oil smoke wafting all the way. The cool light of the early morning fell on the bookcase, and there seemed to be dust floating in the wind. Ye Sheng turned his head and looked at this quiet and cold bookstore a hundred years ago in the fragrance of flowers in spring.

The boss moved neatly and quickly came down with a small cardboard box. "Cheng Xiaoqi said that he kept the things with me, and he would come to pick them up in the future, if you go to him, send the things to him by the way."

Ye Sheng shook his head: "No, his things, he will come and get them himself." ”

The cardboard box is not big or small, just like Su Wanluo said, it is filled with some letters, diaries, photos, CD-ROMs and other text images. Except for the letter that was sent by my mother once a year for her birthday, the rest was sent by a girl when she moved. Turning to the bottom, there are also a lot of toys sent by the girl: marbles, shuttlecocks, cardboard, puppeteers.

Ye Sheng picked up a photo and looked at it.

The girl is very cute. The photo is a bit old, probably taken when she was five or six years old. With her hair tied into two pigtails and a country field in the background, the girl is holding a tree and smiling so much at the camera that she can't see it.

Ye Sheng put this photo in.

He couldn't forget it, and a quick glance at the scattered diary almost knew what was on it. He felt that this girl should have a lot in common with the story king.

Because her diary is also written blindly, she wrote a diary in the first half: she wrote about the big yellow dog she raised in the countryside, wrote about her experience of picking wild bracken in the mountains, and wrote that she fell into the field and was in pain.

In the second half, I began to write the story imaginatively. Children always have a wonderful sense of substitution when watching cartoons. During that time, she just watched a cartoon about a group of tree elves, so in the story, she became the best-looking elf in the tree, and she named herself "Angel Fairy". It's ridiculously naïve, but through the words, the quirky girl seems to come to life.

Ye Sheng put the photo back and did not speak. I don't know if the king of the later story will continue to contact her, having such a pen pal who loves life, is lively and kind, and has a delicate mind may make Cheng Xiaoqi's childhood less lonely.

The boss said, "Found it." He took out a letter from a pile of letters, "Cheng Xiaoqi wrote to me in advance and told me that he would send me another box of things from Huaicheng in three days, asking me to put it with this cardboard box." ”

The letter has the address of the recipient and also the sender's address.

Ye Sheng read out the line: "Changming Mansion, No. 134 Jiahe Road." He was stunned as he thought of the leaflet he had picked up next to the crematorium parking sign.

The leaflet also says Jiahe Road.

The boss said, "If you find him, help me tell him that things will become moldy if you put them down." ”

Ye Sheng nodded.

He said to the boss again: "Boss, can you lend me a mobile phone to make a call." ”

The boss gave him a strange look and agreed.

Ye Sheng used his mobile phone to dial the number on the leaflet.

The landlord is an old woman.

It was very noisy over there, and the old man's voice was not clear, so Ye Sheng asked her for the specific address. Knowing that she was going to rent a house, the old man finally had some patience to stop scolding, but she just refused to say the specific name of the rent, and said vaguely: "You can see it when you take the car to Jiahe Road, call me when you arrive, and I will pick you up." ”

Ye Sheng: "Okay." ”

After saying goodbye to the bookstore owner, Ye Sheng still got in the car to the city.

There are no direct buses here, so you need to take a black bus. The driver sat on the ground halfway and threw him halfway without paying. has already arrived at the grotesque capital of the story king, Ye Sheng is not polite, he put a gun to the driver's head, forcing him to move forward.

Driver: "......"

Drive all the way to the center of Huaicheng City.

The black car driver cried his father and called his mother, and left with a stream of urine.

Ye Sheng stood in the center of Huaicheng City, raised his head, and looked at the clear LED lights on the skyscraper continent.

On a beautiful spring morning, pedestrians and vehicles come and go. A hundred years ago, the Jiahe business district was not formed, and Jiahe Road was just an ordinary street. Ye Sheng's mobile phone doesn't have a signal here, so he can't use it at all, he can't navigate, he can only ask passers-by. As a result, a casual search is a hospitable local. After knowing that he was going to rent a house on Jiahe Road, the local uncle was shocked: "Jiahe Road, you won't be going to rent Changming Mansion, right?" ”

Ye Sheng: "Is there anything wrong with the Changming Mansion?" ”

The local uncle's eyes suddenly became extremely strange when he looked at him, and then he sighed and said, "Do you know that part of Jiahe Road has been demolished?" ”

Ye Sheng: "...... I don't know. ”

Uncle said: "The government plans to build roads and parks over there to build a hospital, two years ago there was a rumor that it was going to be demolished, and many people moved away, and Changming Mansion is the only building on Jiahe Road that has not been demolished." ”

Ye Sheng: "The landlord refuses to demolish it? ”

"!" The uncle smiled with extreme contempt on his face: "That old woman loves money like life, and she dreams of demolishing it, this is her own retribution, do you know what the old woman did in order to pit money from the government?" ”

Ye Sheng shook his head honestly.

The uncle's eyes were full of disgust and disdain: "Her ancestral house occupies a total area of only 40 square meters. After hearing the news of the demolition, the old woman insisted on adding four more floors to the 40-square-meter bungalow and building a building in order to slaughter the government when it was moved. ”

"Four floors, her old house can't bear the weight at all, and when she builds the building to the back, the whole building is crooked. The developer has been dealing with nail households for many years, and when she saw this crooked building, she knew what attention she had paid to it, and refused to pay hundreds of millions of demolition money, and by the way, she sued her for building a building illegally. The old woman didn't get a cent of the demolition money and was fined, and she was about to die of anger. ”

"But the crooked building can't be built in vain, so she pondered, coated the side of the building with a layer of cement reinforcement to make it look less crumbling, and hung a 'Changming Mansion' sign, and began to rent it."

"Jiahe has developed well in recent years, her building is much cheaper than the surrounding area, and the people who came to Huaicheng to work in these years are not afraid of hardship and poverty, and they actually rent out a lot to her. If you want me to say, young man, this is to make money to make yourself happy, so there is no need to shrink in that coffin room at such a good age. ”

The coffin room refers to the kind of house where there is only one bed, and people open the door and go directly to the bed.

Ye Sheng said: "40 square meters, it's okay. ”

The uncle sneered: "No, just these 40 square meters, she also drew a cross!" 10 square meters per room for rent! ”