"What?" Cang Yue, who was looking at the bus carefully, turned to look in the direction of the sound.
Coco was staring at a certain ground, and Xia Jianren, who was about two meters away to her right, was also staring at the same position.
There was a person standing in the middle of the two of them.
Cang Yue looked at the empty ground in shock: "Where is Wang Chuan?"
"You were still here just now!" Xia Jianren described it happily, "But it was gone in the blink of an eye!"
The street lights illuminated the nearby ground. Cang Yue stared closely at the place where Wang Chuan had just stood. There was no trace left there.
She took a deep breath: "It's a ghost..."
Sure enough, the copy would not allow them to spend thirty-six hours easily, and it was not safe around Gu Mian.
The ghosts have begun to act, and they must find a way out as soon as possible!
Now it seems that the most efficient way is what Gu Mian said.
Driving a bus and taking Zhao Shuang back to her old place was the only way to stimulate her to remember what happened on October 1st.
Why did they argue? Why was Zhao Shuang left at the base halfway up the mountain? Why did the bus fall from the mountain? Only by asking Zhao Shuang to remember it as soon as possible can he find a way out!
"Let's go to the direction of the cemetery now!" Cang Yue looked back with lingering fear. Wang Chuan disappeared this time. Who will disappear next time?
As she spoke, she turned to look at Xia Jianren and Coco: "Are you okay?"
Coco nodded: "I will go to the cemetery with you."
When Xia Jianren saw Wang Chuan disappear suddenly, of course he didn't dare to continue doing nothing. He nodded fiercely: "I'll go too."
Gu Mian originally wanted to take a one-day trip to the cemetery, so it didn't matter if she brought a few people with her.
Zhao Shuang had no objection and agreed to go to the cemetery with the others.
They didn't dare to call a car anymore. Now it seemed that this shabby hearse was safer than a random car called in the middle of the night.
Gu Mian sat back in the driver's seat, and the other four people boarded the bus, only to find that it was stained with blood.
"After all, the people inside the car that rolled down the mountain must also have rolled several times." Gu Mian explained.
Cang Yue found a slightly cleaner place to sit down, and saw that most of the seats were stained with blood.
There were some bloody handprints left on the roof and the ground, and it looked like he had been struggling in the car.
The other three people were sitting next to Cang Yue, and they did not dare to stay too far away.
Fortunately, it was five o'clock in the morning and there was not a single car on the road. Otherwise, the driver would have been shocked by the almost scrapped bus.
The windows of the bus were broken. Gu Mian was driving at a slow speed, and cold wind poured in from the broken windows.
Cang Yue leaned against the window and looked out. It was a quiet city. Several houses still had their lights on. The wind made a rustling sound when it blew past the billboards on the roadside. The leaves in the green belt were swaying, and there was a gust of cold air. Plunging into her nasal cavity, it reminded her of the days when she would ride a bicycle to work on winter mornings.
For a moment she thought she was back to the past.
But before she could taste it carefully, Coco's voice pulled her out of her memories.
"Look at these handprints."
What's wrong? Cang Yue looked at Ke Ke who was looking up to study the bloody handprints on his head.
I saw that she was shining a flashlight on a certain place on the roof of the car. Looking along the flashlight light, there was a series of slightly coherent handprints there.
"Look at this series of fingerprints," Coco waved her flashlight, "it looks like they were left by the same person."
Her flashlight followed the bloody handprints and found that they finally disappeared by the right side of the car window. Several people looked carefully at the edge of the car window and found that the top of the car window had indeed been scratched by bloody hands. Mark of.
Several people gathered together and looked up at the edge above the car window.
Xia Jianren spoke in the wind: "This should be someone climbing out of the bus after it went down the mountain, right?"
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He was horrified to think that just a few days ago there were more than thirty bodies in the car.
"Yes," Cang Yue nodded, "The news said that when the car was found, it was turned over, that is, the roof and bottom of the car fell off. This string of bloody fingerprints should be from someone who was still alive at the time. Left behind from the car window."
Who climbed out...
Coco stared at the bloody handprints on the edge of the car window: "The police must have discovered this, so they mobilized manpower throughout the mountain to look for survivors."
Including the driver, there were a total of eight missing people. Of these eight people, neither alive nor dead were found.
And they had met the driver not long ago.
The driver has turned into a ghost and is definitely dead, but his body has not been found yet.
"Maybe all the eight people except the driver are still alive?" Xia Jianren pressed down his messed up hair.
Coco nodded: "There should be someone alive, but there is one thing that has always been strange to me...
"It stands to reason that the car rolled over from the mountain, and the people inside would be seriously injured even if they didn't die. Even if someone climbed out of the car alive, they wouldn't be able to climb far. The police should be able to find the missing people near the bus;
"But I've been searching for many days, and still no one alive or dead. Did someone hide those people?"
To say who is most likely to hide those people in this copy is undoubtedly Zhao Shuang beside them.
But of course the police also took this into consideration. They had conducted a comprehensive inspection on Zhao Shuang and found that Zhao Shuang was clean and there was absolutely no way he had been to the scene.
Cang Yue looked at the people around her: "Do you still remember who the eight missing people are?"
Zhao Shuang remembers this clearly.
She said: "The driver's name is Zhao Jianming, and there are seven of our colleagues, Qian Xinguo, Xue Guang, Hu Shufeng, Jiang Mei, Ganda, Qiu Hongyu, and Lu Xian."
"This bloody handprint should have been left by one of them." Coco looked at the handprint that disappeared at the edge of the window.
It's just that where the eight missing people went is still an unsolved mystery.
They may be useful in finding a way out of the dungeon, or maybe when Zhao Shuang recovers his memory, he can find clues to these missing persons.
"Speaking of..." Cang Yue looked at Gu Mian in the driver's seat, "When you stopped this car, did you look at how many people were in the car... ghosts."
It seemed that she was used to Gu Mian's behavior of blocking the hearse.
Gu Mian didn't have the habit of counting people before getting on the bus. Cang Yue's idea of inferring whether the missing people were still alive based on the number of people on the bus failed.
The tomb is getting closer and closer, and the sky is starting to turn white.
Cang Yue took out the mobile phone that came with the copy and took a look. In the upper right corner was the critical battery level, and next to it was the current time. It was already past six in the morning, and there were more and more cars on the road.
On the other side, Wang Chuan was surprised to find that he was not dead.
When he opened his eyes, he saw a yellowish ceiling above his head. A chandelier that hadn't been cleaned for an unknown number of years hung above his head. If he looked slightly to the side, he saw a medium-sized window.
At this time, the sky outside the window was gray, and a few pairs of sparrows flew across the sky making noisy chirping sounds.
