The three of us were waiting at the subway station, and there were some scattered people waiting for the bus, all of whom were very old.
I don’t know if it’s because of the dim light in the subway station, but the faces of these individual tourists are unclear, as if they have their own filters.
The subway finally came roaring, the car stopped and opened the door slowly, and the three of us entered the carriage.
There were only a few people sitting inside, and these people did not sit together, but spread out, with only one person sitting in a row.
As soon as we entered, everyone turned their heads and stared at us.
Wei Rongrong was so frightened that she hugged me tightly, almost touching me. Dashuo also looked a little unhappy and said softly: "Boss Qin, why do I feel a little weird tonight?"
"You've come here, can you still go back?" I said, "It's too late to leave, so just take a seat."
The door closed, the car started, slowly moving forward, and the speed gradually increased.
For about ten minutes, Wei Rongrong's mood gradually stabilized, and she hugged my arm and took a nap with her eyes closed.
Dashuo sat on the other side and said softly: "Is the boss lady too tired?"
I quickly said: "She's not some boss lady, she's just one of me..." I wanted to say a customer, but I felt it was too foreign, so I said, "She's my sister."
Wei Rongrong must have heard it and pinched me secretly.
After more than half an hour, more and more people came up, and the row of seats was almost full.
At this time, I saw an old man sitting across from me. He had white hair and a childish face, and he looked kind-hearted. I don’t know where I’ve seen him before.
When the old man saw me looking at him, he nodded politely and smiled slightly.
Just at this moment, my heart began to beat wildly.
When I moved, Wei Rongrong reacted and said softly: "What's wrong with you?"
I quickly got her up and whispered in her ear. Wei Rongrong's ears were itchy and she said "hmm" and twisted her fair neck.
I told her softly, pay attention to the old man opposite.
Wei Rongrong watched for a while, and the old man nodded to her with a slight smile. Wei Rongrong also leaned into my ear and said carefully: "Grandpa is very polite, what's wrong?"
"Do you remember that when you came back from picking up Yingying's luggage yesterday, you were driving in the alley and saw that the old man of a family had died and was attending a funeral?" I said.
Wei Rongrong nodded: "Yes, what's wrong?"
"Have you seen the dead old man's portrait?" I asked.
Wei Rongrong pouted: "I have nothing to do to see what that thing is doing. It's so scary. It's not my grandpa..."
She suddenly understood something, her eyes widened, and she hugged my arm tightly, "You, you mean, the old man opposite is..."
I nodded and glanced at the old man opposite.
That's right, it's the dead old Wangtou.
Why didn't I recognize him at first? I met Lao Wang a few times. He was dying and was in a wheelchair. It was said that he had some Parkinson's disease. It looks similar to an old mummy.
The old man in front of him, of course, has white hair and a boyish face, his back is straight, his eyes are bright, and the wrinkles on his head are all open. The head of Lao Wang is in the sky and on the ground.
But if you look closely, you can see that he is right, with his facial features and temperament.
If you see Lao Wangtou here, it means... this subway is not clean.
I secretly touched Dashu and told him about it in a low voice. Dashuo was so frightened that he pulled me and asked if it was true or not.
I told them not to panic, and planned to verify it. I slowly took out a cigarette from my pocket, took out one, lit it, and slowly blew out the smoke ring.
No one cares about me at all. I puffed away the smoke, but the car continued to drive as usual.
It is said that if someone smokes in the carriage, the alarm device will be triggered.
I wiped the cigarette butt out on the sole of my shoe and stood up.
Wei Rongrong pulled me tightly and said anxiously: "What are you doing? Sit down quickly."
I opened her hand and made a move. Wei Rongrong and Dashuo were stunned. I walked across the carriage, staggered to the old man, and sat next to him.
"Mr. Wang, do you still know me?" I said.
The old man gritted his teeth and smiled: "Yes, he must be the massage guy in the alley."
I nodded and said, that's me.
The old man said something below that made people feel cold on the back of their necks. He said: "I didn't expect that you died at such a young age. You happen to be my old man's companion. Let's go together."
I forced a smile and said, "You'd better go on your own."
I walked back and said, "Let's get off at the next stop!"
"What's wrong?" Dashuo asked in a trembling voice.
He is such a big man, yet he is less courageous than a chicken.
But it's no wonder that no one in this situation can remain calm.
"I don't know what happened. We got on a bus that only dead people can get on. We have to leave quickly." I said.
"What if you don't leave?" Wei Rongrong asked.
"Take him directly to the underworld." I said word by word.
Dashuo and Rongrong, one on each side, came over and hugged my arm tightly, and the two of them shivered and became a ball.
I'm speechless.
At this time, the car slowly entered the station and stopped.
I quickly stood up, and the two of them regarded me as their backbone, and they held me tightly and wouldn't let go.
I took these two oil bottles and walked towards the door. Anyway, get out of here first!
As soon as I arrived at the door of the carriage, a large group of people suddenly came up, wrapped in a lot of cold air.
Caught off guard, the three of us were instantly squeezed apart.
Wei Rongrong was pushed to the back and was almost stunned. She screamed my name with a cry in her voice.
I tried my best to separate the crowd, walked to her as quickly as possible, and held her hand. Wei Rongrong was no longer reserved. When she saw me coming, she threw herself into her arms and hugged her neck tightly, crying while not letting go.
I comforted him a few words, then looked back and saw that Dashuo was nowhere to be found.
There was a faint cold sweat on my head, so I told Rongrong to hold on tight to me and not to get lost, and to look back for Dashuo now.
Wei Rongrong followed me in small steps.
There were so many people coming up that they filled the whole carriage. They were all covered in cold air and black smoke was emitting out.
There was a layer of smoke and dust in the carriage, and I couldn't see anything. I could only shout Da Shuo's name loudly, but no one responded at all.
To be honest, if this happened to me, I would be more calm, but now the safety of two people is tied to me, and I can't just walk away without caring.
At this moment, the phone suddenly rang. Hey, someone sent a message.
I raised my eyebrows, can the mobile phone communicate?
Could it be that the previous judgment was wrong and this was not a dead man's carriage?
