Five Hundred and Thirtieth IX People (Four Thousand)

After being watched by Chen Ge for a long time, the man tightened his clothes around the collar and coughed lightly.

"Have we met before?"

His voice was cold and vicissitudes, as if he didn't care about anything outside.

Chen Ge didn't expect the other party to speak suddenly. He paused for a moment, and then followed the man's words: "You are very similar to a friend of mine, with almost the same temperament. Have we met somewhere?"

The man turned his head, with a trace of tiredness hidden in his eyes: "You may have made a mistake."

"Impossible, I must have met you somewhere." Chen Ge and the man met for the first time, and he said this just to have a few more conversations with the other party, so as to obtain more useful information.

The man was silent for a while. Seeing that Chen Ge didn't seem to be lying, he hesitated, raised his hand, and took off the mask on his face.

With a high nose bridge, pale skin, and bruised lips, the man coughed violently after taking off the mask: "You are wrong, I am not the person you are looking for."

After speaking, he put on the mask again, and there was a touch of emotion in his eyes that was difficult for others to understand: "I have no friends."

This man is not afraid of Chen Ge. He is a passenger who got on the bus later, and he is a living person. He doesn't know what is hidden in Chen Ge's shadow. Maybe in his eyes, Chen Ge and other passengers are not very different. different.

Chen Ge wanted to find out what happened in the eastern suburbs, and also wanted to bring all the ghosts on the hearse back to the haunted house, but to his surprise, there were two living passengers on the hearse tonight.

He didn't want to reveal his secret, and it was inconvenient to do something outrageous in front of two living people, so he temporarily changed his plan and kept a low profile. When he arrived in Liwan Town, after the two living passengers got off the bus, he Then have a good chat with other passengers.

Sitting obediently in the seat, Chen Ge looked away from the man and looked out the window.

The rain fell on the glass, and the buildings on both sides could no longer be seen clearly, and the surroundings were pitch black. The No. 104 hearse they were riding in seemed like a small island floating on a black ocean.

The car suddenly fell silent, and the man realized that Chen Ge hadn't spoken since he finished talking to him, thinking he had said something wrong.

He put his hands on his knees, and suddenly asked Chen Ge in a low voice: "Does he want to take this car just to find your friend?"

Chen Ge's eyes gradually became focused, and the expression on his face began to change, as if the man had guessed the secret in his heart, a little uneasy, a little painful, and a little self-blaming.

Nodding slowly, Chen Ge looked at the man next to him: "How do you know?"

"The passengers on this bus have their own stories and secrets, otherwise people wouldn't come to take this bus after midnight."

"Listen to your tone, isn't this your first time taking this bus?" The corners of Chen Ge's mouth twitched, revealing the same smile as when he got on the bus, but there was a trace of repressed and deep pain in his eyes, which made people feel distressed when they saw it.

"I took the No. 104 bus when I went to work, and I have been riding for almost twenty years." The man seemed to have not talked to anyone for a long time, and his voice was very slow: "At that time, the department was busy and there were not enough staff. I often worked overtime, always Take the last bus to go home. At first I liked to take the last bus, because there were few people and it was very quiet, but later, when there were too many people, I felt somewhat lonely looking at the dark buildings on both sides.”

"Department? What did you do before?"

"Doctor, the doctor of the burn department." The man emphasized the three words of burn department, and there was a wave in his eyes, as if he remembered something.

"The burn department?" Chen Ge had only dealt with a psychologist before, so he didn't know much about the burn department.

"Surgery, skin grafting, rehabilitation, these are our jobs." The man said lightly, but Chen Ge could hear a hint of heaviness behind these words.

The man also noticed the extremely depressive pain in Chen Ge's eyes. He seemed to see his own shadow in Chen Ge, and subconsciously regarded Chen Ge as a person like him.

After a brief conversation, the two fell silent again. After a long time, Chen Ge said, "Are you also looking for someone in this car?"

The man nodded slightly, his gloved hand pressed to the scarf.

"Did your wife weave this scarf for you?" Chen Ge found the right moment and asked casually.

Hearing Chen Ge's words, the man was stunned for a moment, he took his hand away from the scarf, and slowly shook his head.

"Didn't it come from your wife?" The facts were different from Chen Ge's previous guess. He was a little curious: "Can you tell me your story?"

The rain was getting heavier, and the rain hit the windows, making continuous noises.

The man pondered for a moment, took off his mask, and took a deep breath: "Patients in the burn department are different from other departments. They are bruised, unrecognizable, burnt, and bruised. They can be found everywhere in our department. During my internship, I once thought that I came to hell by myself, until I got used to the blood, the stench and all the smells."

"At that time, I once thought that when I faced patients, I would never have too many emotional ups and downs."

"It wasn't until I was thirty that I met a fourteen-year-old patient."

"She was a child and her back was severely scalded by boiling water. It took me half an hour to separate her clothes from her skin."

"That girl was very quiet, neither crying nor fussing."

"I did not use general anesthesia to prevent the impact on the child's brain and nerves. When I parted her clothes and skin, the child kept her eyes open and looked at me."

"Her back and her face are two extremes. I comfort her like other patients."

"After the wound was treated, I found the adult who sent her to the hospital, and I was going to explain some precautions, but after inquiring, I found out that the person who sent her to the hospital was a neighbor, and the injury on her body was not caused by an accident, but by her parents. Do it."

"I'm calling the police." When the man spoke, he occasionally coughed a few times. His physical condition was very poor.

"The girl's father has serious violent tendencies, and the mother is a deaf-mute with a cowardly character."

"The police detained and educated her father for a month. Later, her mother took the initiative to go to the police station to intercede. After all, the whole family is counting on her father to support her."

"During the treatment of the girl, I stayed with her all the time. This child is like a small white wild flower blooming on the side of the road. Being with her also made me, who is used to seeing cruelty and smelling stench, feel the pain after a long absence. A tinge of joy."

"One day, two months after she was discharged from the hospital, I suddenly received a call from a stranger, and it was her voice over the phone."

"Unable to bear her father's drunken atrocities, she ran away from home."

"I took her in, hiding it from the police and her family."

"I know I may have done something wrong, but I can't imagine what will happen to her if I send her back at that time?"

Having said that, the man paused for a moment, seeing that Chen Ge's expression didn't change, he continued: "When she was twenty years old, she confessed to me."

"I was thirty-six years old that year, and the process of falling in love was omitted. We held a wedding that year with only the two of us."

"I spent the happiest five years with her, but also under unimaginable pressure."

"When I was forty-one, her parents found her, insulted and beat her, and made trouble at school and at the hospital where I was."

"Life changed in an instant. People's words are terrible. I can bear it, but she gave up."

"When I was on the last train home that day, I called her several times, but no one answered."

"When I opened the door and came home, there was a prepared meal on the table and a long letter she wrote to me."

"Finally I found her in the bathroom, her body was submerged in water and she was not breathing."

The man's face was frighteningly pale, and his cough became more and more severe. Chen Ge reached out and patted his back.

"Thank you." The man didn't put on a mask, and the tiredness in his eyes could not be concealed: "Actually, the passengers in this car all have their own stories. During the day, everyone is busy hiding their hearts. At night, these helpless, painful Desperate, desperate people will take this car to the terminal."

From the man's words, he didn't seem to know that the other passengers were ghosts, or he already knew it, but he regarded ghosts as people.

"Do you know anything else?"

"There are too many, such as the dumb guy next to him. I have met him before." The man said with a hint of sympathy in his tone, "He is mentally handicapped and can't speak. He works as a porter in a supermarket and is often bullied." , and even smirked and said good things about others."

"Then why did he get in this car? A simple-minded person should not be missed by dirty things." Chen Ge was a little puzzled.

"He went to the terminal to look for his daughter." The man couldn't bear to go on: "For some reason, someone called a gangster outside the school to bully his daughter. The cigarette burned her palm, her hair was pulled out, and the video was captured on the surveillance camera. Something even more extreme. Her daughter kept silent, but finally couldn't take it anymore and ended her life."

"Campus bullying?" Chen Ge's eyes darkened. These things did happen, and he had seen them before: "Did you call the police? How did the police deal with it?"

The man next to him is mentally handicapped, uncoordinated, and falls down when he walks. It is very difficult for a person like him to defend his rights.

"Call the police?" The man cracked his mouth: "This father, who is congenitally mentally deficient, unable to speak, and usually walks unsteadily, knocked out those gangsters and the culprit and locked them up in an abandoned building in the eastern suburbs." in the building, then doused with gasoline, and set fire to them all."

"He is not in good health, and his intelligence is still flawed, so how did he do it all by himself?"

"The police can't figure it out either, so the murderer hasn't been caught yet in this case."

The burn doctor and Chen Ge looked back at the man at the same time. He looked a little embarrassed and gave them a smirk.

"Using violence to control violence will leave more problems in the future. It is difficult for a heart that has been damaged by injuries to bear all kinds of pressure after revenge and murder. He may go from one extreme to another." Chen Ge can't go Evaluate what that father did, and think in another way. If he were that father, he wouldn't be able to guarantee what he would do.

"An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, I think it's fair. Don't talk about him, I've seen someone in worse condition than him in this car." The burn doctor said casually: "There was a heavy rain, I went to At the back of the car, I saw a young man in a suit and leather shoes, he was dressed very energetically, and he looked different from other passengers, but who would know that this man was a complete lunatic."

"What has he done?"

"The young man is a wedding officiant. He has been in the industry for several years and presided over hundreds of weddings. When it finally came time for him to get married, he married the bride in a suit and leather shoes, but there was a car accident on the way back."

"The bride was not rescued. Although his life was saved, his face was disfigured."

"The wedding company fired him, and later he changed his career to become a funeral designer. When someone found him, he helped them design funerals, and when no one was there, he guarded the cemetery."

"These are all quite normal, but then in the conversation, he inadvertently revealed a piece of information."

"In the dead of night, he will make a marriage for those corpses, and then he will preside over it himself."

What the man said was a bit scary: "He got in the car to find his wife, and then he planned to hold a special wedding at that time."

After listening to the stories of the burn doctor, the mentally handicapped father and the funeral designer, Chen Ge found that the last train of No. 104 was different from what he had imagined before. This car seemed to be a passage for the living people of Jiujiang to enter the shadow of the city. Many people ride it to find the last trace of thought.

Chen Ge didn't know how to tell the burn doctor that everyone regarded this train as their last hope, but they were destined not to succeed, because the terminal of this train was made up of the deepest despair and pain.

Chen Ge even suspected that the reason why the mastermind behind the Eastern Suburbs would make such a bus out was to collect despair and all kinds of negative emotions.

"The Guitan Association kept creating ghost stories for the sake of despair and negative emotions. The ghosts in the door need these things. In addition, only people who are desperate and suffering and dominated by negative emotions can become containers for ghosts."

There were ghosts on the last train, and they came to the terminal with their last hope, but what greeted them might be another endless world of despair.

"I can't let this happen again. It seems that I can only drive this car away. Maybe I can get a new route leading directly to the haunted house."

These abnormal living passengers in the car reminded Chen Ge of the game he played at Fan Cong's house.

In that game, there are not only ghosts and red clothes, but also many perverted murderers. Chen Ge now suspects that those murderers are the living passengers on the 104 bus.

"The whole town is full of ghosts and murderers, and the behind-the-scenes gangsters in the eastern suburbs are much crazier than the Ghost Story Association."