On the bus.

Although it is an old-fashioned bus and the specific model may date back to the last century, the facilities inside are well maintained.

The seats are neat and the glass windows are very clean. Except for the dim lights in the car, everything else is completely different from what you imagined.

There is not even a trace of sweat or exhaust smell in ordinary buses.

Du Wei glanced at the passengers in the car, then withdrew his gaze, took out a coin from his pocket, and threw it into the money storage box on the bus.

Then, wipe the water stains on your chest.

There is a very small invisible camera hidden in that part.

The investigation begins...

He said silently in his heart, without any idea of ​​communicating with the driver, and walked towards the seat at the end of the bus expressionlessly.

The space inside the bus is not very large, so you must be vigilant and pay attention to your sight.

The seat at the end can bring the scenery inside the car to a clear view.

His pace is neither fast nor slow.

When passing by the third row, Du Wei looked at a man sitting by the window from the corner of his eyes.

Just after a glance, among all the passengers he saw, he only had the deepest impression of Du Wei.

The man was wearing a black suit and a baseball cap, which looked inconsistent. The longer brim of the hat covered most of his face, making it impossible to see the specific face clearly, but the exposed skin made people feel uncomfortable.

Just like a vitiligo patient, there are eye-catching white spots on the skin, while the man always leans his head against the car window, as if he is asleep.

Continue to walk behind the car.

Sitting behind was a black couple. Both of them had no expressions and their hair was wet. When Du Wei walked by, he looked up and then there was no movement.

Du Wei kept walking, and came to the seat at the end. He also found a seat by the window to sit down, pulled the hood on his clothes, placed the umbrella on his right hand, and then became silent.

A vitiligo patient, a black couple, plus Du Wei and the bus driver.

There were only five people in the whole car.

Of course, there may be only one.

...

The door is closed.

Drive forward slowly.

Du Wei glanced outside the car window. The rain was getting heavier and heavier. It was the time when it was night. The sky became even more gloomy. There was almost no obvious building. Only a vague outline could be seen.

Du Wei didn't know where the bus would go, but it was not important to him, and he had only two purposes.

Investigate its information.

Limit its movement.

First, there is no need for Du Wei to do anything. He just needs to wait quietly for the bus to gradually reveal its hidden malice, and just record everything from the invisible camera on his chest.

Eventually, the camera and stored images will be handed over to the church by Father Tony.

As for the second point.

I can only wait for the time being.

But what made Du Wei feel a little strange was that after he got on the bus, his state of spiritual vision disappeared involuntarily.

Generally speaking, spiritual vision is the product brought about by evil spirits after erosion. Whenever you encounter something related to evil spirits or come into contact with related things, you will passively enter this state.

He couldn't help but have an idea in his mind.

Perhaps, it may be a safe period now.

It was night and the rain was getting heavier and heavier.

From a distance, I could only see the bus driving smoothly, crossing the street and turning into a relatively remote route.

...

Linda felt very unlucky. On such a rainy day, she was holding an umbrella and staying at the bus stop in the wilderness, waiting for the last bus that she would pass by.

As an outdoor anchor with more than 100,000 fans, he was encouraged by the audience to play a soul-exploring program and went to Ethigreen's most terrifying abandoned villa to find supernatural phenomena.

But in the end, nothing was discovered, no ghosts, no strange sounds, and nothing was found except for the many mosquitoes.

If she had known this was the case, she felt that she should arrange some people in advance to create some special effects for the show. Even if it is exposed by fans, it would be better than a bunch of people saying it was boring in the barrage.

"Damn it, when will the car come? I'm almost cold."

After complaining, Linda tightened her clothes, and the umbrella could only block the rain and could not bring her any warmth.

She glanced at the live broadcast software on her phone, and many barrages were complaining about her.

[What about the promised spirit? The result is that we can see you being bitten by a mosquito?]

[The upstairs is crazy. Is there any female anchors who really come for the show these days?]

【+1】

[To be honest, this kind of weather anchor is too dangerous in the suburbs. I think anchors should need the protection of a man, for example, I have a good figure and a lot of strength.]

[What's the use of having a lot of strength? I still have a gun.]

【It seems that no one is the same.】

When Linda saw these barrage, she thought helplessly: "I originally wanted to edit this live broadcast and upload it to the Internet. Now it seems that it's better to forget it, it will only make others feel like a brainless person."

At this time, two dim lights from afar shone on Linda's face, who was looking down at her phone.

She subconsciously looked up and saw that in the rain in front of her, a very old-fashioned bus drove slowly. Two dim lights, under the night, not only reminded people of the eyes of some cats, silently and a faint feeling of discomfort.

However, she didn't think much about it, but instead felt very excited.

"Hey... here, here, here, here are people."

As she said that, she raised her phone again, turned the camera directly to the bus driving, and said to the audience in the live broadcast room: "It's great. The last bus I've been waiting for finally arrived. I thought there would be no more cars in this weather. It seems that I can go home and have a good sleep today."

【It's raining, last bus, late at night, tsk, is this the rhythm of the last bus of death?】

【Maybe it is the tram series…】

【???

【???

【Talent!】

Linda was speechless. She remembered that this talented audience seemed to be from a small country in Asia. Although she was an anchor, she was not as open as others thought.

Therefore, when she saw this kind of barrage, she felt a little disgusted.

Just when she was about to remind the audience not to talk about sensitive topics or they would be banned, the bus slowly stopped in front of her.

The sound of the car door opening...

For no reason, Linda felt a gust of cold wind blowing on her body and couldn't help but shivering.

I subconsciously looked into the car and could only see the dim lights and the driver's back. The whole car was silent, as if there were no passengers except her.

She didn't care. It was already a very lucky thing to be able to take the bus in such a ghost weather.

Even though the car model seems a bit old, it is much better than staying in that abandoned villa, blown by the wind and rain, biting mosquitoes.

So she walked onto the bus and looked at the carriage. Seeing four passengers, she felt a little more at ease.

A black couple, a weird guy with a baseball cap, and a handsome Asian guy sitting at the back with a bag.

It seems that there are more than one person who is unlucky in this kind of weather.

She shrugged with relief.

Then, she turned her head and looked at the driver. Due to the isolation window, she could only see a slightly hunched back.

It seems to be a very old driver?

She thought for a while and asked with a smile: "Hello, Mr. Driver, how do you buy the ticket?"

As the words came to the ground, Linda suddenly felt cold on her back and her hair stood up, causing a lot of goose bumps.
Chapter completed!