Ding Yi laughed silently, with a hint of mystery on his face: "Anyway, we're fine, and we're not sleepy now, just tell me a few ghost stories, so that the master can also have a long experience." Well...... Let's tell the story of 375, it's 375 cakes, is it a ghost playing mahjong?"

Guan Xiao was completely helpless in the face of his master, so he could only tell the story. Guan Xiao's eloquence is very good, all thieves, there is nothing bad about eloquence, and there is no unvivid expression, which is also a work need.

375 Of course it's not bread, it's not Wanhetiao, uh...... It's not a ghost playing mahjong in the first place.

375 is a bus, now it is from Beijing Xizhimen Station to the Summer Palace Gate, the specific route is from Xizhimen to the north to take Xueyuan Road, through the Language University, Tsinghua University and other seven or eight well-known institutions, and finally arrive at the Summer Palace. At the time of the accident, No. 375 was still running the route from the Old Summer Palace to Xiangshan.

Before the construction of the North Fourth Ring Road, the west of Tsinghua University was very remote, or better described by another word - desolate. Especially in winter, the northwest wind in Beijing blows up, it is really whining, no one can see on the street, at that time the road of 375 road is all the small narrow road of the positive and negative roads, after the Old Summer Palace, both sides of the road are wilderness, a cluster of towering trees tens of meters high, of course, there are also mass graves.

The person who told Guan Xiao the ghost story can't remember exactly what day it was. In short, it was winter, the northwest wind was howling, and the ground was already full of ice.

The night bus of 375 departs from the Old Summer Palace at 22:00, and under normal circumstances, the last train will not exceed 10 passengers in total.

When the train departs, there are a total of seven people on the car, 375 is a large public with two sections, and the standard configuration is a driver and two conductors, and the front door is one and the back door is one. 375 There are four passengers in the first half of the section, a small couple, and an old man and a young man sitting in a single seat one after the other. As soon as the train started, the cold wind swept down the cracks in the doors and windows, and all the passengers, including the conductor, craned their necks.

Immediately after the departure of the Old Summer Palace, it is the Summer Palace, and then it is the North Palace Gate of the Summer Palace, and the whole 375 Road is also lively along these two stations, there are a few bungalows and a little small restaurant, and it is probably the second stop after passing the North Palace Gate.

Suddenly, the driver scolded in a Beijing accent in front of him: ", what's the matter with these ******? Usually I can't even see a ghost shadow along the way, but I saw a ghost today, and I ****** not wait for the train at the station, and there is a fart to run here and shake my hands?"

Everyone looked at the headlights, and more than 100 meters in front, two black shadows waved at the bus.

Most of the people in Beijing are knife-mouthed tofu hearts, although they are scolding, but if they really encounter something, they will definitely not drop the chain, and the conductor at the front door also said: "Give them a stop, it's so late, they can't get a taxi." "The conductor is right, not to mention the remoteness of the year, that is, before and after the 2008 Olympic Games, if you want to take a taxi to Xiangshan after 10 o'clock in the evening, ordinary taxi drivers have to think about it, maybe you have to go to the police station to prepare a case or something.

The bus squeaked-writhed-stopped.

As soon as the middle door opened, two people came up from the car...... Oh...... No...... There were three people, one on each side and a man in the middle, and the man in the middle was hanging his head all the time, and he was lifted up without touching the ground.

Everyone on the car, including the conductor, was frightened, and the two people on both sides were wearing Qing Dynasty official uniforms, with two long braids behind their backs, and their faces were pale under the dim ceiling lights of the carriage.

They didn't play tickets after getting on the bus, and the three of them huddled into a two-seater, looking forward motionless.

The conductor at the back door was quite bold, and said to the other four passengers: "Don't be afraid, everyone, it is estimated that there is a costume drama nearby, maybe you drank too much and did not change your clothes." ”

In this way, the passengers on the bus really believed it. The evening newspaper also said a few days ago that "Snow Mountain Flying Fox" or "Flying Fox Gaiden" starring Liming is filming in Xishan Dajue Temple (only a few miles away from the 375 bus line).

At this moment, the old man suddenly turned around and punched the young man behind him, and then shouted, "Hey...... You little thing, what are you stepping on me for? I ignore you, and you step on it again and again. ”

"No, uncle, you are mistaken, how could I step on you?" the young man looked wronged.

"Little rabbit, I don't know how your parents educated you, just treat the old man like this? believe it or not, I'll beat you up for your parents!" the old man spoke more and more unpolitely.

The crew in the car and the young couple behind them all frowned, if it weren't for the fact that it was an old man, they would have spoken for the young man a long time ago.

"I really don't! Uncle, don't wronged me!"

"Don't admit it yet!" The old man's hands and feet were quite fast, and he grabbed the young man's neck by the collar: "You go down with me, let's go to the Summer Palace Police Station to reason!

Whoever is grabbed by the collar will not be happy, the young man is also excited, and he pulls the old man's collar, and the two of them pull and pull down.

When I went down, the conductor also said: "Young man, look forward to our car number, comrade police officer has a problem, contact us." ”

A puff of black smoke came out of the tail of the last train on Route 375 and quickly disappeared into the mountain road to the west.

The old man didn't breathe a sigh of relief until the car was far away, and then let go of the young man. The young man was still noisy: "Let's go, go to the police station, the Summer Palace police station will be half an hour away, go!"

The old man glared at the young man: "What are you going to go, if it weren't for me just now, you would have died." ”

The lad still doesn't understand.

The old man continued, "The last three people who went up just now are not people, they are all ghosts!"