Chapter 49 Midnight Bus

"You don't know how to use this talisman, so you must not use it indiscriminately, otherwise it will cause disaster."

"All the red paper-backed talismans are evil talismans?" I didn't expect that among the six talisman I exchanged randomly, there was actually one talisman paper that would bring bad luck.

"Not all talismans on red paper are evil talismans. It's just that your talisman is too evil. Although the paper is ordinary paper and the ink is ordinary ink, the person who drew the talisman is not a kind person. Every stroke They are all full of resentment. In short, please listen to my advice: don’t show this talisman to others easily, let alone use it casually.”

Folding the six talismans and putting them in my pocket, I handed over to Blind Man Liu and said, "Thank you for your advice, brother. I have offended you many times in the past. If I survive tonight, I will definitely come and apologize."

"Why did your tone suddenly become as if you were announcing funeral arrangements? Where are you going tonight?" Blind Liu pinched his fingers, and his eyes covered with black cloth seemed to see through my heart.

"I can't say, but I have to go, and it can only be me." Putting all the live broadcast equipment into a black suitcase, I lit a cigarette. There were still two hours until twelve o'clock in the morning.

"It seems that you have made up your mind, and I will not stop you. I just gave you a fortune-telling, and it was hazy, and the fortune-telling was very bad."

"Oh? What does the hexagram say?" This is the first time for me to ask someone to tell my fortune. I never believed in these things before.

Blind Liu shook his head: "You can't go by horseback or by car. No matter where you go tonight, it's best to walk. And you were born in winter, like fire and warmth, and your numerology is south. Don't go north tonight. Let’s go. Last but not least, winding paths lead to secluded places. Don’t take detours on a straight path. Only when it seems far is actually close can you get to where you want to go.”

After he finished speaking, he didn't stay long, coughed twice, and left with a pole.

"You can't take a bus, you can't go north, you can't walk straight. These requirements are really strange." I kept it in mind, then turned on the computer and quickly looked up things about Jiangcheng No. 14 bus.

You wouldn’t know if you didn’t check it, but you’d be surprised if you checked it and found out that there were 11 car accidents on Route 14 reported by online news alone. Several people, large and small, died on this route.

And all the accidents have one thing in common, that is, the accident is always the last bus of No. 14.

No matter who drives the last bus, even an experienced driver will make a low-level mistake inexplicably, leading to irreparable and tragic consequences.

Netizens have also made speculations about this. Some said that the No. 14 bus route is remote and the road conditions are very poor. They hope that the relevant departments will pay attention to it.

Others said that the No. 14 bus has been using old Minsheng brand buses and should have been eliminated due to disrepair, but the bus company has resisted external pressure and continued to use them.

20% hold the above two opinions, and the remaining 80% say that the people on the last bus of Route 14 are not people, but lost ghosts.

This statement is not unreasonable. After all, the terminus of bus No. 14 is Jiangcheng No. 3 Bridge Crematorium.

Moreover, the bus company will also pull an empty bus at midnight during the Ghost Festival and Shangyuan Festival. If no one is on board, the bus will run empty and run the entire route. Many citizens could not understand this strange rule, but the bus company never gave a positive response, so the rumor that the last bus on Route 14 was specially designed to kill people became more and more popular.

As a local in Jiangcheng, I had heard about it a little bit, but I never took it to heart. Like most people, I just regarded it as a conversation piece after dinner.

"If I had known today, I should have gone to the bus company and asked for details." The mission of the underworld show was only released four hours in advance. The time was too hasty. After getting a general idea on the Internet, I picked up my suitcase and went out.

Following Blind Liu's words, I didn't take a taxi, but walked to Miyun Mansion, which was far on the outskirts of the city.

"Why are you asking me to get on the bus from Miyun Mansion? Is there any mystery in this?" I looked at the route map of the No. 14 bus several times and remembered the name of each stop in my heart. Miyun Mansion is not the first stop. It's not a terminal station, just an inconspicuous stop on the bus route map.

After walking for an hour and a half, I finally arrived at Miyun Mansion before midnight. This place was much more desolate than I imagined.

Overgrown with weeds, the half-built resort looks like a disemboweled patient, lying half-dead on the wasteland.

The building is not completed, there are piles of unused sand and dry concrete on the ground, the door has been knocked down, and half of the four characters "Miyun Mansion" are buried in the soil.

"The construction of Miyun Mansion started a few years ago. It was known as the No. 1 resort in South China. It was even featured on TV at the time. However, after all these years, it has not yet been completed."

Not a single person could be seen for hundreds of meters around, but there were dots of lights in the two-story farmhouse further away.

I walked around a long way before I saw the bus stop sign, a lonely iron sign with only the route map of the No. 14 bus.

"There's only one bus. It's really miserable." After looking at the time, it was still five minutes before twelve o'clock in the morning, I put down my black suitcase, sat on the curb, took out my cigarette and started smoking silently.

"Will the buses come? It's twelve o'clock in the morning. Logically speaking, they should all stop running."

After a while, all the lights in the farmhouse in the distance were extinguished, and only the cigarette butt in my mouth shimmered in the endless night.

"No matter, the live broadcast will start at twelve o'clock!" I opened my suitcase. Considering that this time I might live broadcast on the bus, I didn't use the camera. I just took out my large-screen mobile phone, turned on the camera function, and plugged in the mobile phone. Coding stick, click the netherworld show.

"Image acquisition..."

"The barrage is connecting..."

"The data is stable. Do you want to start the live broadcast?"

"yes."

"Welcome Teletubbies to the live broadcast room, welcome Tieling Biao to the live broadcast room, welcome..."

As soon as it started airing, its popularity soared to fifty, and familiar IDs flashed by, but I couldn't be happier.

The death of police officer Huang from Class 2, Class 3, and the handsome, lively and good girl are inseparable from the show in the underworld. In other words, the viewers in my live broadcast room may be spending their remaining lives watching my live broadcast. .

"First of all, welcome everyone to the super thriller live broadcast room. Before starting today's live broadcast, I must tell you that not everyone can see this live broadcast. According to some of my personal speculations, everyone who has watched the live broadcast They may all be killed, so I hope all water friends will be more careful!" I reminded the water friends because I was worried about their lives, and I did not tell the truth about the deaths of Uncle Huang and Huang Guanxing because I also wanted to survive. .

For the live broadcast to function properly, someone must be watching, and death will never stop.

"The anchor is bragging every day again. Who are you trying to scare? Please be less clichéd and more sincere."

"This pretense came out of the blue without any foreshadowing. It is a forced pretense. Bad review!"

Teletubbies died of murder and rewarded 99 coins in the super thriller live broadcast room: "You are not allowed to talk about the anchor like this. I watched the anchor's live broadcast twice and I feel that the anchor acted very hard, and his acting skills are comparable to those of the heroines in action movies from island countries!"

"Why is the picture quality a little unclear today? Is it because I masturbated too much that it caused myopia?"

"Nonsense, the biology teacher told me that eyes have nothing to do with tinkering. Excessive masturbation will only lead to pregnancy in the palms!"

"Be good, I've learned a lot. I will definitely wear gloves next time!"

"66666!"

Bullets flew up in the live broadcast room. No one took what I said to heart at all. They shook their heads and smiled bitterly. I pointed my phone at the bus license plate: "Today, the old driver will take you back to the bus. This No. 14 bus..."

"I'll go, the anchor is going to race, so fasten your seat belts! Please put in your coins when the new driver gets in!"

"Bip! Student card!"

"Dip! Senior card!"

"Hey! Because your face is so handsome, this device cannot recognize it for the time being!"

"Everyone, please be quiet. The bus we are going to take this time is not an ordinary bus." I quickly stopped the experienced drivers who started fighting over disagreements, and explained the situation of the last bus on Jiangcheng No. 14 to the friends.

While I was explaining, a 60- or 70-year-old woman sat across the road carrying an iron basin and a bag of paper money.

She was facing where I was sitting, or she was sitting right at the return stop of the 14 bus.

"Where did she come from?" I didn't pay attention at first, but within a few minutes, the old woman burned paper money on the street, crying while burning, and her voice was very miserable.