"Some young people have very low quality and are littering on the streets." An 60-year-old aunt wearing sanitation uniform was cleaning up the garbage at the corner of the road. When she turned around, she saw Lao Yuan throwing a piece of toilet paper on the ground and muttering.

"Just that piece of paper, don't clean it, come again tomorrow." An old man stood beside the sanitation worker and said, "Let's go home for dinner first, it's so late."

"No." The worker in the position changed said: "Forget something else, this piece of toilet paper is thrown on the sidewalk, it's too conspicuous. I'll clean it up."

As he said that, the sanitation worker slowly walked towards the toilet paper with a broom.

Just as the sanitation workers bent down to pick up the toilet paper and threw it into the trash can, a gust of wind blew, and the toilet paper was blown from the sidewalk to the road.

Sanitation workers are old and walk very slowly. If they weren't for the connection to this place because their home was connected, they wouldn't have come to do this job.

Seeing that the toilet paper was blown to the road, the sanitation workers had to look around and saw that there was no car, so they slowly walked to the side of the road and then picked up toilet paper.

Before he bent down, a gust of wind blew the toilet paper forward a little, and the sanitation workers had to walk a few more steps forward.

The wind did not blow again this time, and the sanitation workers bent down and picked up the toilet paper.

But just as she was about to walk back, a headlight flashed, followed by a clang.

At this time, Old Yuan and his men walked out for a few hundred meters. When they heard something behind them, they turned around and saw that they had a car accident.

"Do you want to go back and have a look? Isn't this car accident the place where we found the yellow vest?" said the fat man.

Old Yuan shook his head: "Don't go back. We have seen that place. Apart from the yellow vest, there is nothing else worth noting. Moreover, I always feel something is wrong."

"What's wrong?" asked the slightly fat woman.

"This yellow vest has a very powerful function. It can be said that it has a great team for this mission, but..." Old Yuan pondered for a while and continued: "Such a powerful prop is so obvious that it hangs on the tree, and it doesn't require any points to be used. Isn't it too cheap for us?"

"Well, Lao Yuan, don't think too much. Maybe this is the prop. Whoever sees it will make a profit." The tall and thin man also comforted Lao Yuan being thought too much.

"I hope I'm thinking too much." Old Yuan said: "Let's just take a taxi to Marble Square."

But the few people stopped by the side of the road for a long time, but they didn't get a taxi. Just as they were wondering if they wanted to change to another means of transportation, they heard a noise not far away, and the sound seemed to be coming to them.

When I turned around, I saw more than 20 people, holding something inside the kitchen knife and stick in my hands. I pointed in the direction of the few of them and cursed, while stumbled towards me.

"Oh, I'm killing." The short and thin man saw the scene of the car accident in the middle of the road at a glance. In addition to the people who were knocked to the ground in the car accident just now, there were a few more people lying on the ground, covered in blood. Looking at the swords in the hands of the people rushing over, there were red blood on them. He said in horror, "What are they doing?"

"Is it related to the yellow vest?" Old Yuan felt a very uneasy premonition.

At this moment, the old man who walked in front of the group of people pointed at Lao Yuan and the others with bloody kitchen knife in his hand, shouting: "It was them who littered the garbage that made my wife die by a car."

"Kill them, kill them." The strong young men beside the old man immediately rushed towards Lao Yuan and the others when he saw that he had determined his target.

Old Yuan and the other four were all shocked and didn't care about it. They turned around and ran away. Judging from this posture, they would definitely be dead when caught.

Just as everyone was chasing Lao Yuan and the others, a foam of black smoke suddenly disappeared from the body of the sanitation workers, and a few black numbers "o11" appeared on the wrists of the sanitation workers.

Then, the sanitation worker moved strangely, and only half of his head was lifted up. Then he slowly stood up, limped with her broom, but Du quickly left the scene of the accident.

But some of the people watching the scene seemed to have not seen the sanitation workers resurrected, and were still pointing fingers.

At this time, on the No. 24 bus, Xiao Fan walked to the self-sufficient coin box next to the driver, took out a few hundred bills and was about to say something to the driver. Before the voice could be heard, he stopped immediately and returned to his seat.

"What are you doing?" Ajie asked in confusion.

"The mission does not require us to find the ghost and then write the ghost's name on the bus ticket." Xiao Fan whispered: "The mission did not say that writing the ghost's name incorrectly would be punished, that is, it can be tested multiple times, only if there is a ticket. So, I want to buy all the tickets."

Xiao Fan pointed to the dozen small receipts placed on the coin box, with at least seventy or eighty pieces, which means there are seventy or eighty opportunities to test them.

"Then why don't you get it back?" Ajie said, "You're sorry, I'll get it."

"No." Xiao Fan said: "The task requires that the bus order and the arrangements of the bus master must be followed. So when we got on the bus just now, I deliberately invested the money from three people and only got three tickets, so I couldn't get more."

"Oh, that's it." Ajie nodded, "It seems that there is no restriction on the bus for one person to buy one ticket. If you want multiple, the bus company will never stop you. It is stipulated that you can only pay less. It is okay to give more money. Just use the money to buy it. Anyway, I just got a bag of money."

"I was just going to buy it. There is no ticket seller for this bus, only one driver. If you want to buy all those tickets, you must get his consent. But now it is not possible." Xiao Fan said: "You cannot talk to the bus driver while the bus is driving. This is the common requirement of all buses for passengers. Speaking to the driver now is contrary to the task requirements."

"Oh. Let's look at mine." Ajie took a dozen money from his pocket, looked at the other passengers sitting in the car, and then came to a man in his thirties with a fat, big ears and greasy head.

Ajie sat next to the greasy man and whispered, "Hey, buddy, let's discuss something with you."

"What are you doing?" The greasy man looked at Ajie vigilantly.

Ajie smiled and shook the dozens of bills in front of the greasy man, then handed them to his arms: "I just want you to do something for me." Ajie pointed to the coin box: "Do you see the receipts on the box? I just want those dozens of bills. Just take those bills and give them to me, and the money is yours."

When the man heard this, he actually had something. He first looked at the money in his hand and confirmed it was true. He asked in disbelief: "Is it really just to get those receipts?"

"Brother, you have money. If you don't want to, I'll go find someone else." Ajie said as he wanted to take the money back from the greasy man.

"I'll go, I'll go now." The greasy man immediately stood up and walked to the front of the bus in a few steps.

After thinking about it, he took out three hundred-dollar bills and said to the bus master: "I am happy today. I bought all the tickets for this train. How about it?"

The bus master was also stunned. It was the first time he had encountered such a thing after driving a bus for so many years. While driving, he reached out to take over 300 yuan. It was indeed real money.

"You really have to buy tickets with 300? These tickets add up to less than 200 yuan." The bus master asked uncertainly.

"Just say it's OK?" The greasy man was anxious to get the ticket back, not caring whether it was one hundred more or one hundred less. He made more than nine thousand in one go.

"Okay, those tickets are yours." The master naturally agreed. Someone was willing to pay more for the tickets, but who wouldn't welcome them? After putting the three hundred dollars in his pocket, continue driving forward.

The greasy man quickly took the ticket back and handed it to Ajie. Ajie didn't talk nonsense and returned to Xiao Fan with the ticket.

After about seven or eight minutes of driving, the bus was about to reach the first stop after Xiao Fan and the others got on the bus.

Xiao Fan, Ajie and Ye Qianmo did not have any extra movements, but sat in the position without moving.

"The mission requires that when you arrive at the station, the person closest to the ghost will be punished. Our current position is not closest to other passengers, and it is in the middle of the car. It is not closest to many things in the car, so it is considered the best position." Xiao Fan was thinking in his mind, and at the same time he was also carefully observing the changes in the car.

And the greasy middle-aged man couldn't wait to get off the bus as soon as the car arrived at the station. He probably wanted to leave Ajie quickly, for fear that Ajie would go back and take the money back.

After the bus arrived at the station, it seemed that except for the greasy man, the other passengers had no intention of getting off the bus. They were still sitting in the seat, with only the greasy man standing at the door, waiting for the door to open.

"Clang." The car door opened.

The greasy man couldn't wait to step down, but as soon as his front feet went out, his body had just arrived outside the car, the car door suddenly closed, the greasy man's hind feet and ankles were clamped, and the door was clamped with great force. The greasy man shouted and tried hard, but it seemed that no one had seen this scene, and he had no reaction at all.

A few seconds later, a few people came up from the front door of the car, and then the bus driver pressed the closing button of the front door and closed the front door.

The bus motive roared, and the bus began to slowly start again. The greasy man stood on the ground with one foot and raised the other and was sandwiched inside the bus door.

The greasy man had to jump with one foot, and followed the bus slowly, but with the bus master's accelerator, the bus's degree began to quickly get faster.

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Chapter completed!