"Hey, old dog, I'm also going to start writing a novel. People have to have their own dreams, regardless of whether they can make money..."
On the slightly crowded No. 12 bus, a boy in his mid-twenties wearing black-rimmed glasses was talking excitedly to his mobile phone, expressing his vision and plans for the future.
Sitting next to him was a quiet and lovely girl, who was watching him excitedly telling his dreams to his friends, her eyes full of tenderness.
Lu Yu was attracted by the boy's voice. He turned his head and glanced at the boy, thinking to himself.
"How can a novelist be so easy to be a novelist? There are so many novelists nowadays. I guess they won't last long before they realize that their novels are not as popular as they imagined, and then they give up..."
"But the girl next to this boy must be his girlfriend. She's so cute. I'm so envious..."
"The movie I watched tonight, "Baldhead 9", was too ridiculous. The car was driven into space, but the human skin was not broken at all..."
"Oh, tomorrow is Monday again, and I have to go to work again. I feel so stuffed..."
Lu Yu turned his head back and dismissed the strange thoughts and ideas that popped up in his mind. After giving an instruction to his brain to "think about what to eat tomorrow morning", he began to look at the neon lights outside the car window and think. Life.
The atmosphere on the bus was quite harmonious, the boys chattered endlessly describing their grand dreams, and the driver skillfully controlled the bus to move among the traffic.
The old lady on the side checked her shopping income by the light in the car. The woman in beautiful clothes was talking on the phone with her legs crossed. She didn't even notice that the young man with yellow hair next to her was looking at her smooth face with naked eyes. calf.
There is also the big man sitting in the back seat of the boy, with most of his face covered by a black hood, but his body is shaking slightly and he doesn’t know what he is doing...
"Everyone is busy doing their own thing," Lu Yu took a deep breath.
The weather in May was already a bit hot, but the cool breeze at night still made his sluggish brain feel a little awake.
"Let's eat steamed buns tomorrow, two beef vermicelli buns, and a glass of soy milk..."
Raising his eyebrows, Lu Yu's lips curved into a nice curve.
"I'm telling you, I've even thought of a pen name! It's called Silly Bug Who Talks in His Sleep! Hey, what are you doing, what are you doing? Ah!"
Heartbreaking screams came from the back of the bus, attracting Lu Yu who was in a daze, the beautiful woman talking on the phone, the old lady counting her belongings, and Xiao Huangmao who was intoxicated in his beautiful fantasy.
I saw the boy with black-rimmed glasses struggling on the chair, while his girlfriend was huddled in the corner with a frightened look on her face.
The chatter had long since stopped, because the boy's throat was being bitten by the tall man in black who stood up from behind him, and blood continued to flow from his neck. The scene was like a leopard biting an antelope.
The boy struggled desperately to push the strong man away. The pain and panic made him panic, and his survival instinct made him struggle hard, but everything was in vain.
The carriage suddenly became quiet, and everyone looked at the horrific scene in front of them with horrified expressions.
As if he felt the push and resistance of the boy with black-rimmed glasses, the strange man made a strong force and tore off a large piece of flesh from the boy's neck.
The blood instantly sprayed the girl's face like an out-of-control high-pressure water cannon. The girl seemed to wake up from a dream and screamed loudly.
"Squeak!" The driver saw the situation in the back seat of the car and slammed on the brakes. The strong inertia drove Lu Yu to stumble forward two steps and almost fell.
"Kill, kill!" The beautiful woman finally reacted and screamed at the top of her lungs.
The people in the car were like athletes who heard the starting gun. They jumped up from their seats and squeezed towards the front door of the car.
Before Lu Yu could react, he was pushed towards the car door by the crowd just as he stabilized his body.
"Pull the emergency switch, open the door quickly, and let us out," Xiao Huangmao shouted to Lu Yu with an anxious look on his face.
Since Lu Yu was standing at the front of the car from the beginning, the driver's brake pedal caused him to stumble forward two steps, so now he is squeezed against the bus door, with the red emergency switch on his right hand. .
Without time to digest what happened, Lu Yu subconsciously followed Xiao Huangmao's instructions and reached out to pull the emergency switch.
There was a crash, and the car door opened. Due to the unstable center of gravity, Lu Yu fell headfirst down, and no one paid attention to whether he had knocked out his front teeth.
Everyone just ran out anxiously, and he even got stepped on a few times while he was lying on the ground.
When Lu Yu raised his head, an old lady who seemed unable to take care of herself was leaping over his head. Her figure was so strong that Lu Yu couldn't help but wonder if there was something wrong with his eyes.
But these people did not flee in all directions. Instead, when they reached a distance that they thought was safe, they stopped and turned around to watch.
"What the hell..."
As Lu Yu climbed up, he looked back inside the car and saw the driver struggling with the man in black.
Rather than saying it was a scuffle, it was better to say that the driver was resisting the man in black one-sidedly.
I saw the man in black's big mouth full of blood constantly opening and closing towards the driver, growling like a wild beast.
The driver held the man's head and tried hard to prevent his white teeth from getting close to his neck, as if he couldn't hold on for long.
The boy with black-framed glasses was slumped on the chair, his body twitching uncontrollably, while his girlfriend had already fainted from shock and was unconscious.
"Zombies?" Such a term came to Lu Yu's mind, and the plots of those movies suddenly replayed in his mind like a revolving lantern, with bloody scenes, frightened crowds, and chilling roars.
Lu Yu stood there blankly, his eyes fixed on everything happening in the bus.
Because the bus was parked in the middle of the road, blocking the passage of some vehicles, impatient drivers honked their horns.
There was even a hot-tempered driver who had already opened the door and began to curse.
"Hurry up and call the police, they're all killing people!" the beautiful woman in the crowd suggested in a trembling voice.
"Yes, call the police, call the police." Xiao Huangmao on the side took out his mobile phone and dialed the police number.
"Hey, hey, ah, yes, I'm calling the police, yes, yes, yes, there was a murder on the No. 12 bus on Zhongshan Road, opposite the Mingguang Cinema. Ah, yes, it's bloody. Come on, come on, the driver is talking to you The murderer is fighting..."
Seeing that the driver was about to be knocked down by the man in black, Lu Yu subconsciously wanted to get in the car to stop him. As soon as he climbed up the door, he felt someone holding his left hand and pulling him back.
He turned around suddenly and found a man in a gray sweatshirt smiling at him.
This man has a small black mole between his eyebrows, side bangs, and a pair of sharp eyebrows paired with a pair of peach blossom eyes, which makes him look like a popular star.
"You are Lu Yu, right?" The man spoke, his voice not loud but extremely clear.
"I'm one of my own, don't go up there. You can't help him, and no one can," the man in the sweatshirt continued, "Get out of here quickly, and I'll explain to you slowly."
Lu Yu searched his memory carefully and found that he didn't recognize the man in front of him. He wanted to wave his hands to break away, but unexpectedly found that the sweatshirt man's hand was like an iron plier, grabbing his left hand tightly and pulling him towards the road. .
The driver on the bus could no longer hold back the man in black. As he took a breather, the man in black had already bit the driver's throat. The crowd of onlookers let out another scream.
But this time, no one dared to step forward to stop him. They just allowed the man in black to bite the driver. Fear surged in like a tide, slowly pushing the onlookers back.
The man in the sweatshirt pulled Lu Yu through the crowd, got on the motorcycle on the roadside, turned back the hat of the sweatshirt, revealing a mess of hair, started the motorcycle, and looked at Lu Yu.
"Who are you? How do you know me?" Lu Yu finally broke free from the pull of the man in the sweatshirt and asked full of doubts and vigilance.
"Get in the car first, get out of here, and I will explain it to you."
The man in the sweatshirt turned the handle of the motorcycle, and the roar of the accelerator seemed to urge Lu Yu to get on the bike quickly.
Lu Yu narrowed his eyes, looked at the man in the sweatshirt up and down again, and said.
"Do you think I will do what you say so easily? You said you are one of our own, but you are very suspicious no matter how you look at it. Is there any evidence that convinces me?"
The man in the sweatshirt shrugged helplessly and said, "No, this is only the second time I meet you. The last time we met, you weren't as easy to talk to as you are now."
"Second meeting..." Lu Yu murmured to himself, and carefully recalled that among the people he knew, there was no such person as the sweatshirt man.
In Lu Yu's short 27-year life journey, friends were a strange term to him. He is a person with zero empathy and cannot feel the emotions of others.
To give a simple example, when Lu Yu was in elementary school, Xiaohua's mother passed away due to a car accident. The whole class and teachers were immersed in the sadness of losing their mother at such a young age, but Lu Yu could not feel it at all. of sadness.
From then on, Lu Yu discovered something strange about himself, that is, because he could not feel the joy, anger, sorrow, and joy of others, Lu Yu was terrible at making friends. After all, who would make friends with a weirdo who has no empathy? .
After a brief silence, Lu Yu got on the motorcycle. The man in the sweatshirt was slightly surprised. He opened his mouth to say something, but closed his mouth again, started the motorcycle and drove forward.
At this moment, another scream broke out from the crowd behind him. Lu Yu turned around and found that the man in black who had bitten the driver on the bus had staggered out of the bus.
Blood mixed with saliva slipped from the corner of his mouth, and he roared like a wild beast at the crowd of spectators.
The man in a sweatshirt driving the motorcycle looked back at the crowd that was gradually retreating, as if he was looking at Lu Yu or talking to himself.
"If the butterfly effect didn't exist, I would kill that king right now."
As he spoke, the man in the sweatshirt glanced at Lu Yu from the rearview mirror of the motorcycle.
"Butterfly effect? King level? Kill him?" Lu Yu quickly captured the key information in the sentence.
If we rule out the possibility that the man in the sweatshirt is a lunatic, then the amount of information contained in his sentence is huge.
"Are you having a mental problem?" Obviously, Lu Yu did not rule out the possibility that the man in the sweatshirt was a lunatic.
"Absolutely. People with no mental problems would not remain calm at such a time." The man in the sweatshirt glanced at Lu Yu again after finishing speaking.
"I have extremely poor empathy. It's considered a mental disability. It shouldn't be considered a mental problem." Lu Yu responded seriously.
The man in the sweatshirt was silent, said nothing more, and just drove forward.
In the blink of an eye, the two of them had arrived at a dimly lit alley. Lu Yu jumped out of the car and spoke to the man in the sweatshirt.
"Who are you? Why do you say you are one of our own when we meet? What's going on at the king level? Kill me. Have you ever killed someone?"
Questions were bombarded at the man in the sweatshirt like a barrage of questions, and the man in the sweatshirt smiled dumbly.
"Let's start by introducing myself. Hello, my name is Zhang Heng."
