Chapter 25: He loves to talk? Nonsense!

Style: Fantasy Author: Clear the moonWords: 2494Update Time: 24/01/13 01:36:28
The fat man sitting on the bus has been observing the other passengers on the bus.

Besides him, there were four other people in the car.

An old woman, wrapped in a big cotton-padded jacket, was sitting on the car seat in the middle, her head always lowered, wondering what she was thinking.

A girl in her twenties, with long black hair shawl, but her face was as pale as the white floral skirt she was wearing.

A very tired-looking young man, wearing shabby overalls, fell asleep leaning against the window.

Then there is a child, wearing very bright red clothes, with twin tails standing up, holding a schoolbag and looking straight ahead.

Except for the driver, Fatty couldn't see clearly. He could only feel that it was pitch black.

After driving for a while, the bus stopped again. Soon the door opened and another person got on the bus.

"Fat man!"

When he heard someone calling his name, Fatty immediately looked towards the person, only to find that the person getting in the car was actually Yan Qilin.

"I'm going, Meng Hulu, where have you been? I'm still wondering why you disappeared when I opened my eyes!"

Fatty was obviously very excited when he saw Yan Qilin, and Yan Qilin also smiled and sat next to Fatty.

"I've been looking for you too, but I didn't expect to meet you in the car."

The appearance of Yan Qilin immediately made Fatty feel more at ease. He lowered his voice and said:

"Menghulu, have you noticed, this car is very strange.

There were all men, women, and children on the bus, but their clothes looked very old.

It looks just like our country of Great Yan last century, and the season is wrong.

The old lady was wearing a cotton-padded jacket, but the girl was wearing a floral skirt..."

After hearing what the fat man said, Yan Qilin kept smiling and nodding.

"Yes, it is indeed strange. There is something wrong with this..."

At this moment, the fat man suddenly froze, and then raised his head and looked at Yan Qilin with some doubts.

Yan Qilin was still smiling at this moment, looking at the fat man and asking with concern:

"What's wrong with you? Are you okay?"

The fat man's eyes flashed with some thoughts, and then he suddenly jumped up, looked at Yan Qilin and shouted:

"Tie Sun, Fatty almost let you be fooled.

What the hell are you! "

However, the moment the fat man yelled, his eyes suddenly changed again.

It was pitch black all around, and it was the familiar Longhua Road.

The fat man was not on the bus at all, but standing next to the No. 444 bus stop sign.

"woke up?"

Feng Yun's voice came, and the fat man suddenly turned his head to look, only to find Feng Yun and Yan Qilin standing behind him.

"Hey, don't move. Say something to prove it's you!"

The fat man was obviously frightened, fearing that the two people in front of him were illusions again.

Feng Yun didn't waste any time. He stretched out his hand, and the red ropes connecting them tightened rapidly. The fat man grinned in pain.

"I believe it, I believe it, don't hold it back, I really believe it!"

Feng Yun then relaxed his strength, and the fat man rubbed his fingers crazily. Only then did he notice that the red rope connecting the three of them had appeared again.

"Director, I just seemed..."

Before the fat man finished speaking, Feng Yun nodded:

"I know that you entered the illusion in advance, but what I am more curious about is, how did you wake up?"

Facing Feng Yun's inquiry, the fat man pointed to Yan Qilin not far away:

"I got on the 444 bus, and later I saw Yan Qilin also getting on.

But this guy just smiled at me and kept talking. What a chatterbox!

Could this be him? Simply outrageous! "

Yan Qilin's face was filled with black lines when he heard this. He really didn't expect that Fatty could actually distinguish the hallucination on his own.

"Hey, Director..."

At this moment, Fatty suddenly noticed the stop sign for bus No. 444 standing beside the roadside where they were now.

This made Fatty feel a little surprised:

"Are we in reality or an illusion now? Why does this bus stop appear again?"

Faced with Fatty's doubts, Feng Yun said in a deep voice:

"Thanks to you, I figured out what the monster behind this was, and what method it used to attract these people to appear in the wrong place at the wrong time, but they were willing to get into that car.

The illusion that everyone sees is different. You entered the illusion earlier than us, so what you see is also different from us.

Fortunately, there is a red thread connecting us and cinnabar locking the divine orifice. Only after you see through the illusion can you appear in the illusion where the two of us are. "

The fat man reacted for a long time and finally understood what Feng Yun had just said.

"In other words, we are still in the illusion, but this is the illusion of the three of us, or everyone's illusion. So what we see and hear is the same.

But when I was doing the surgery alone, what I saw was another scene. Is that right? "

Feng Yun nodded and gave Fatty a very complimentary look. He had to say that the IQ of the NPC characters in his previous game was unparalleled.

Especially Fatty, who adapts to circumstances, has an active mind, and doesn't play according to routines is a very good setting.

Feng Yun thought deeply:

"This makes it clear why the missing people are missing here even though they have no connection with each other.

Just because they all passed through the crossroad, and were led to Longhua Road after falling into the crossroad, a place of extreme darkness, where they would fall into an illusion that everyone would fall into again.

In other words, everyone felt that they were walking on different roads. They did not realize that they had been under the illusion after passing the intersection. They were still waiting for the bus to go home as usual, but they all arrived unknowingly. Longhua Road, got on bus 444.

However... this demon's Taoism is obviously not high, but it can cast different illusions on different people. This is not something ordinary abilities can do.

What's the reason? "

While several people were talking, the road in the distance was illuminated by car lights again.

"Director, the car is here, what should we do this time?"

Yan Qilin came to Feng Yun's side and asked, staring at the approaching bus No. 444 in the distance.

"Get in the car! Let's see where this car takes us."

As the No. 444 bus stopped in front of the stop sign again, Feng Yun and the others looked at each other and got on the bus one after another.

However, at this moment, on the dark Longhua Road, several figures quickly ran towards this side.

"It's strange. I saw them burning paper at the intersection just now. Why are they missing now?"

The one who spoke was Lin Feng and others who had been observing Feng Yun outside.

Their car was parked not far from the intersection, so they saw with their own eyes the three men coming out of Longhua Road, squatting at the intersection to burn paper, and then walking in again.

Curious Lin Feng brought his team members in to investigate, but found that Feng Yun and the others were missing.

This made him feel a little confused. He frowned and looked around, but the three people seemed to have disappeared from the world.

"Team leader, every time I come to this road at night, I feel a little scared.

In addition, I saw them burning paper at the intersection earlier. Is this place unclean? "

After hearing what the team member said, Lin Feng immediately glared at him:

"That's nonsense. Pay attention to your identity as the Criminal Division. I don't want to hear such words again!"

But even though Lin Feng said this, his heart was still full of doubts.

The way these three people from the polling bureau handled the case was simply unprecedented, so why did they go to the intersection to burn paper in the middle of the night?

After searching around but unable to find Feng Yun and the others, Lin Feng led the three of them back to the intersection.

There are still ashes from burning paper, as well as ordinary-looking brushes scattered on the ground among the ashes...