When I came out of Han Sanpin's house, it was already past seven o'clock in the evening.
Chu Ping was walking on the street, still feeling a little dazed. When Han Sanpin told him that the bus that exploded was the 405 bus, Chu Ping was in a daze.
"There actually is a 405 bus."
Chu Ping kept repeating this sentence in his heart.
"If that's the case, then the explosion I experienced that day..."
Chu Ping felt that his brain was a little hard to use, and everything in front of him became a little blurry. The streets that should have been bustling suddenly became quiet at some point, except for a few black shadows occasionally. Drifting forward in the mist not far away.
The cold wind blowing behind him was like a biting sharp blade, scraping against Chu Ping's body. The cold chill gradually made him numb.
"Is it true that the death of my parents was not an accident?"
Chu Ping remembered the man who threw the mad woman to the ground when he was on the No. 405 bus. The familiar figure gradually became clear before his eyes.
"who's that person?"
Chu Ping tried hard to recall the scene at that time, the bus, the crazy woman, the driver, and the man who stepped forward. As the picture became clearer and clearer, Chu Ping seemed to gradually see the other person's face clearly.
"ah!"
There was a stabbing pain in his mind, as if a steel nail had penetrated his brain, completely interrupting Chu Ping's train of thought.
"Damn headache."
Chu Ping has experienced this kind of headache countless times in the past ten years. Every time, it feels like he is spinning in front of the gate of hell. His eyes are pitch black, and the buzzing sound in his mind cannot be dissipated for a long time. The buzzing sound was accompanied by a sharp pain that penetrated the brain.
The biting coldness gradually spread from Chu Ping's body throughout his body. The pain just now gradually dissipated, and the darkness in front of his eyes slowly dissipated. All that was left was Chu Ping, who was lying on the ground with his back facing the sky. There are stars that occasionally shine in the darkness.
Chu Ping staggered up from the ground and rubbed his still dizzy head, as if he was adapting to his current state.
"It's been ten years. I thought I would get used to it. Alas, every time it hurts, it's still so terrible."
The surroundings are a bit quiet. Although this is not the main street, there are usually a lot of people there, especially now that it is already after seven o'clock in the evening. The surrounding restaurants and bars are gradually filling up with people, and you can still hear people. There were some sounds of quarreling and gossiping, but now it was surprisingly quiet, with no sound at all.
"Why are you so quiet?"
Chu Ping didn't pay too much attention. He just wanted to get home quickly and have a good sleep. When it gets dawn, everything would get better.
"I burned that diary to ashes, so it can't still appear inexplicably."
When he thought of the weird "Happiness Diary", Chu Ping couldn't help but think of that blood-red dream. The scene in the dream is still vivid in his mind.
"Let's go back first. We'll go to the bus company tomorrow to find out. According to what Third Uncle said, bus No. 405 stopped operating ten years ago. So what happened to the No. 405 bus I got on at that time? thing."
Chu Ping was a little confused. He wanted to try to recall the scene at that time, but there seemed to be something in his mind that prevented him from doing so. Whenever Chu Ping touched the memory at that time, the previous The headache will come back again.
"What the hell..."
Chu Ping cursed in a low voice, and after calming down, continued walking forward.
In the deep streets, the street lights have long been extinguished. The dim lights on both sides are like soul-inducing lamps, guiding the lost people forward.
"Why is it so cold?"
Chu Ping tightened his clothes, and the July night wind made him feel like autumn.
"Why did you take so long today?"
Chu Ping seemed to notice something was wrong, so he stopped and looked at the street that was like a dark abyss, suddenly feeling a creepy feeling.
"This road seems to be endless."
Chu Ping instinctively stepped back. Just after taking two steps, Chu Ping stopped because he felt as if he had hit something. The thing was sticky, like mucus on a snail.
"What the hell is this?"
Chu Ping swallowed. He didn't dare to look back, for fear that he would see a strange-looking monster covered in mucus.
"Little brother, it looks like you can't find your way back."
A sharp female voice came from behind.
Chu Ping, who was already stiff, forced himself to calm down.
Seeing that Chu Ping didn't speak, his voice seemed a little unhappy.
"Little brother, can you look back at your sister?" The sharp female voice sounded again.
Chu Ping always felt that the sticky liquid had dripped on him, and the sticky touch made Chu Ping feel uncomfortable all over.
The sharp female voice didn't seem to give up yet.
"Little brother..."
Before the woman could finish speaking, Chu Ping used all his strength and rushed forward suddenly, regardless of what was behind him. There was only one word in his eyes now, and that was to run.
"Look at your sister!"
These were the last words Chu Ping left to the woman.
It seemed that Chu Ping's reaction had greatly touched the woman, who was stunned for a full second. In her impression, she had never encountered such a situation before.
The woman suddenly let out a sharp neighing sound, and then chased in the direction of Chu Ping.
It was like meeting her scumbag ex-boyfriend, and she vowed to leave him with "perfect" memories.
In the dark night, Chu Ping's riding on Juechen seemed to alarm other beings on the street. The black figures that were originally wandering aimlessly stopped one after another. At that moment, they seemed to remember some of their obsessions in this world. At that moment, it was like there was hope. At that moment, they were all moving towards the same goal. At that moment, there were many indescribable things behind Chu Ping.
Chu Ping didn't know how long he ran in the darkness. He felt as if his lungs were about to explode and a burning feeling overflowed from his chest.
"Probably...nothing will catch up."
Chu Ping breathed in the air, and the burning in his lungs made him feel like he was going to explode in the next moment.
He raised his head and looked behind him. Silence, complete silence, even his original breathing was suppressed by Chu Ping.
At that moment, Chu Ping suddenly felt that his decision just now was a mistake. God knows why he looked behind him!
That short moment seems to take a lifetime to heal!
In the pitch-black night, countless black shadows were slowly moving in their direction. Some shadows could be vaguely seen, their limbs twisted at strange angles, and some could not even be seen at all. The thing is like a puddle of mud, squirming on the ground, and occasionally makes a shrill wailing sound, which is terrifying.
