Wang Yu watched the scene in the office in front of him gradually blur.
After a moment, it became clear again, and it was already another scene.
In front of him was a red and white electric fence, and next to it was a small door that was not closed. Many pedestrians were entering and leaving through the small door.
However, when these people passed by Wang Yu, they would glance at him subconsciously, with surprise in their eyes.
Wang Yu naturally discovered this. He looked at several people, then looked down at the clothes he was wearing, and he suddenly realized.
The clothes he was wearing, Lingyu did not change this time. He was still wearing a short-sleeved T-shirt on the upper body and casual pants on the lower body. This time he was wearing a pair of sneakers instead of slippers.
But these people in front of me were all wearing at least two or three pieces of clothing, so they would naturally look twice at the "weirdo" wearing so few clothes.
Wang Yu felt it, and it was indeed a bit cold, but this was because his physical fitness was too strong now, and ordinary warmth and coldness had no meaning to him.
If he hadn't gone out of his way to feel it, he wouldn't have noticed any difference between the temperature here and the real world.
After figuring out why these people paid attention to him, Wang Yu ignored them and continued to observe the surrounding environment.
Although he didn't look back, he knew that the road was behind him, and he could still hear the sounds of cars passing behind him.
"Cang!" A bell sounded from above his head. He raised his head and looked in the direction of the sound.
There is a huge round clock embedded above the building nearby, and the time displayed on it is "five-thirty".
There is a sign hanging below the clock: "Yuanxian Bus Company North Station".
"It seems like this is it." Wang Yu looked at the sign and muttered to himself.
He was about to follow the flow of people and enter through the small door when the fence in front of him opened automatically and a blue and white minibus slowly drove out.
There is a red sticker with the words "No. 12" on the top of the front glass of the minibus, and a blue sticker with the words "Town Bus" below the glass.
Bus No. 12 drove past Wang Yu, and he saw "Yuan County Bus Company" written in black paint on the side of the bus.
After just one glance, he withdrew his gaze and followed the others into the bus stop through the small door.
As soon as he entered, Wang Yu discovered that this bus station was very different from those in big cities.
Take the bus station in Songjiang City as an example. The bus station where Wang Yu often goes has rows of iron sheds with benches underneath for passengers to sit and rest while waiting for the bus.
There will also be an electronic sign on one side of the shed, which shows the time, when the next bus will arrive, when it will depart, which stops it will pass, and where the final stop is.
But here, to put it nicely, it’s called a bus station; to put it worse, it’s just a parking lot with the name of a bus station!
At this moment, what was parked in front of Wang Yu was densely packed with cars, not only buses, but also private cars, and even scrapped cars covered with a thick layer of dust that had been parked for who knows how long!
He turned around and looked around, but there were no signs. This would be a sign for a foreigner like him to come here.
I’m afraid I don’t even know which car I should take where I want to go, or where the car I’m taking is.
Wang Yu looked at these cars and felt his head was heavy. Suddenly, he realized that the people around him walked directly to the same place after entering, unlike him, like headless flies, scurrying around.
"It seems that these people are very familiar with the bus station and know which bus is where!"
Wang Yu's eyes lit up as he thought of this.
He just looked around and found an old man who looked kinder and about sixty years old. He walked over and asked politely:
"Old man, I came here to visit my friend from out of town. He asked me to take the No. 13 bus. Do you know where the No. 13 bus is?"
The old man looked Wang Yu up and down with slightly cloudy eyes, hesitated for a moment, and then said: "Young man, this friend of yours is not a serious friend. Where did you come from? Go back to where you are!"
"Ah? Old man, what do you mean by this?" Wang Yu pretended to be at a loss.
The old man looked around, came over, and whispered: "This bus No. 13 had an accident more than ten years ago, and everyone on the bus was gone."
"After the bus company dealt with the accident, they used another bus and continued to display the No. 13 bus sign. They planned to return to the original route."
"As a result, something incredible happened. In addition to the new No. 13 bus arranged by the bus company, the old one is also back!"
"Many people took the wrong bus and never came back after getting on the original No. 13 bus!"
"Later, more and more people disappeared, and the bus company also found out about it, so they canceled the No. 13 bus and used No. 19 to open that route."
"If you see bus No. 13 again now, it will be the one that caused the accident. You must not get on that bus!"
"So, young man, you listened to the old man right. Your so-called friend must have bad intentions. He wants to trick you! This kind of person is really going to suffer a thousand blows! Alas!"
"That's it! Thank you, old man!" Wang Yu looked filled with gratitude, but he was sighing in his heart:
"As expected, having an old person in the family is like having a treasure! Only these old people know about what happened more than ten years ago."
After thanking the old man, he asked: "Old man, what happened back then? How could something happen to that bus?"
"Why do you ask this?" The old man glanced at Wang Yu warily and said with a frown.
"Oh, I heard your old man say something so mysterious. Am I curious?" Wang Yu pretended to be a curious baby.
The old man's brows furrowed deeper, and suddenly he seemed to have thought of something, and asked more quietly: "Are you a reporter? Did you hear about the No. 13 bus, so you came to inquire about it?" "
"No, old man, do you think I look like a reporter?" Wang Yu replied dumbfounded.
When the old man heard Wang Yu's words, his expression darkened a little, and he sighed and said, "It's a pity. It would be better if you were a reporter. It would be best to expose this matter and let this black-hearted bus company go bankrupt!"
"Is it possible that there is something hidden about what happened back then?" Wang Yu asked, and then immediately patted his chest and said, "Old man, don't worry, I don't have any advantages, except that I have many friends!"
"Tell me this, and I will go find my friends tomorrow to see if they have any journalist friends, and I will definitely expose what you are talking about!"
The old man's cloudy eyes suddenly lit up, he pulled Wang Yu to a corner, and began to talk eloquently:
"Sir, when I used to go to work, I often had to take the bus, and I was quite familiar with the driver of the No. 13 bus, Lao Yuan."
"As for Lao Yuan, he's a nice guy, but he's too honest and stupid. The people at the bus company bully him into being honest and often make him work overtime for free without giving him overtime wages!"
"As time goes by, overwork leads to illness, and Lao Yuan becomes tired and sick."
"Lao Yuan, he was in bed that day and couldn't move any more, so he called the company to ask for leave, but he was denied the permission by a thousand dollars! He also said that if the bus didn't leave on time today, his salary would be deducted or even asked to get out. !”
"Lao Yuan asked other drivers for help, but all of them said they had something to do. He had no choice but to ask his daughter to drive for him."
"But it was on this trip that something happened."
"Although Lao Yuan's daughter is a college student, her driver's license also passed the A test. Logically speaking, her driving skills should be good. But that day, the car broke the guardrail and rushed into the river, killing dozens of people!"
"Logically speaking, if something happens to a bus, the bus company must be responsible."
"As a result, the people from the bus company put all the blame on Lao Yuan. Those shameless guys said that he insisted on his daughter driving and refused to accept the company's arrangement of other colleagues. As a result, something happened. Something happened!"
"After my daughter left, the family members of the deceased harassed them every day, asking them to pay compensation, and even asking them to pay for their lives! Lao Yuan and his wife couldn't stand the torture. One hanged himself and the other drank pesticide."
"It's so tragic. A good family was destroyed like this!"
