The familiar bus whistle sounded from behind, and I turned around in surprise.
It’s the No. 7 bus again!
Didn't one just leave and another one come so soon?
You can tell that this car is not the same car as the one just now. The skin of this car is blue.
The driver of the car sounded the whistle, stuck his head out and shouted: "Young man, do you want to sit down or not? This is the last train."
When I was stunned, the old lady got into the car with a cane, and my pupils suddenly shrank into needles.
She carried my luggage up there!
You must know that the wooden box left by grandpa is still inside, maybe it is related to my life.
Without thinking much, I grabbed my coat and ran to the car to get my luggage back.
The old lady was sitting in the last row. She seemed to have guessed that I would come up, and even showed off by tapping my urea bag.
I was so annoyed that I took the luggage back without saying anything.
Just at this time, the car shook and the bus started...
I was beating a drum in my heart, holding my things and sitting close to the car door, much farther away from the old lady.
Based on my feeling, there is something wrong with this old lady, and most likely this car is not clean.
It's a blessing or a curse, but I can't avoid it. Now that I'm in the car, I can only sit down.
I was still carrying the calamity of death, and I was going to die sooner or later, so I felt much more cheerful.
As for this life, whoever loves it wants it.
The bus driver looked at the rearview mirror and said, "Young man, you're not from here, are you?".
I nodded.
The driver laughed and said, "You're lucky. This line, No. 7, runs every two hours. It's a coincidence that you caught the last one."
I couldn't help but frown: "Didn't a car just come here just now?"
The driver trembled, turned back and stared at him and asked: "Did you see a f**king ghost?"
"Road No. 7 has always been driven by one car and one person."
"Yesterday, the driver drove a car full of people into the river and died. I took over the No. 7 bus on the first day. How could it be possible that one car only left the bus every two hours?"
The back of my neck felt numb, and I asked unconsciously: "Is the last driver a Mediterranean, and is his car a yellow leather?".
The driver was surprised and happy: "Hey, how did you know?".
I was silent, and the entire carriage was silent.
Only I could hear my pounding heart.
Horrifying, shuddering in hindsight.
There is only one car in Route 7, and the driver of the Mediterranean drove his yellow leather car into the river yesterday!
But I just saw it, and I almost went up?
"Master, I want to ask, was there anyone alive in the car yesterday?"
The driver sighed: "Living people? Where are there any living people? The water is so deep. By the time the car is pulled out, all the people in the car will be dead."
"Eyeballs are bulging out one by one, and the whole body is swollen and white. I took a look at it yesterday and still can't eat."
I didn't speak for a long time, and it took a while for my beating heart to calm down.
Almost... I almost died just now.
If I really got into that yellow leather car, it would be over.
The yellow carriage is not filled with people, they are all ghosts!
The car stopped slowly, and the recoil made me fall forward.
At this time, the car door opened, and a mother and daughter came up.
The woman was about thirty years old, wearing a white dress and carrying a plastic bag.
The little girl was about ten years old, wearing an old denim suspender skirt and shiny leather shoes.
And I also know this girl, the little girl I asked her to record for me before.
As soon as the little girl got on the bus, she pointed at the bus driver and shouted:
"Uncle, why don't you change your clothes when you're soaked all over?"
She pulled her. Her mother shouted: "Mom, look at this driver uncle who is white and fat."
The mind that had just been relaxed tightened again,
Crisis, a cold breath spread from the soles of his feet.
Only then did I realize that there was a fishy smell in the air in the car.
I looked at the bus driver’s back and felt restless
The little girl ran up to me: "Mom, look, she is the brother who gave me candy."
"But, brother, why are you sitting on this fat sister?".
I bounced up and now I can't even stand still. I'm looking around and fearing everywhere.
She said that I was sitting on a woman...but the feeling under my buttocks was really strong, the hard seat,
Subconsciously, a terrifying suspicion came to mind.
The little girl just said that the driver was soaked, white and fat...
Aren't these characteristics the same characteristics that the driver mentioned before about drowning people?
Could it be that this car was the one that drove into the water, and the driver was the one who drowned yesterday?
He is shouting about ghosts! He is the ghost!
I unconsciously looked at the empty carriage. The driver said that the bus was full and drove into the river.
Then wouldn’t it be... in the car now?
I didn't dare to act rashly at all. Maybe there was a ghost everywhere in the carriage.
Or maybe there's one right where I'm standing right now.
Cold sweat instantly soaked my back.
At this time, the car started moving again, and I noticed the scene outside the window.
The car is about to pass a bridge, with dark deep water on both sides...
The most shocking thing is that there is a large gap in the guardrail of the bridge. The gap is only blocked by a few warning posts.
A few dark tire tracks on the ground seem to prove what happened here?
Oops, is this driver going to reenact the scene before his death?
He's going to drive the car into the river again!
"Mom...", the little girl spoke again.
This time she pointed at her mother and shouted: "Mom, why are your clothes wet? There is a naked little brother on your shoulder."
The girl's mother didn't change her expression, but smiled and touched the girl's head.
The extreme depression and terror made my stomach juices boil, and I had to swallow several mouthfuls of saliva before I could suppress it.
At the same time, I approached the window and was ready to jump out of the window.
Suddenly, my right hand was grabbed by a cold, slender hand
He turned around stiffly and saw that it was the girl's mother.
The girl's mother said apologetically: "I'm so sorry, I might have scared you just now."
"My child drowned when he was a child. He finally survived and had some mental problems. He said crazy and scary things all day long."
"Don't worry, I'm so sorry."
Have a mental problem? I look at the girl
The girl talked to herself in the air, and then pointed to an empty seat and shouted that there was someone here.
The driver seemed to know her and asked jokingly: "You look like I'm scared. You're not so brave."
"Hahaha, how old is a child to scare you like this?".
The little girl was still gossiping, and the car drove across the bridge safely and steadily.
And I also felt the human body temperature from the girl’s mother’s hands.
The tight muscles all over my body relaxed instantly, and I said angrily: "Master, you know, you still have a bad mind and are still silent."
The driver laughed proudly.
After the girl's mother apologized to me again, she took the little girl out of the car.
I vaguely saw what looked like kelp in the bag in the girl's mother's hand...
