my weird life

Chapter 72 "Bus 602"

"Your current navigation destination is 'Lantau Bay No. 9 Office Building', starting voice navigation for you..."

"Please continue driving along the current road, there is a speed camera 300 meters ahead."

Voice guidance is played in the car.

A black car slowly drove across the road covered in red light.

On the sidewalks on both sides, some pedestrians stood dumbfounded—they had no heads on their necks.

It's near a small park.

In the morning and at night, grandpas and aunts often go to the park to exercise, so there are more pedestrians on the trail.

Their shadows mingled in the crimson light.

Such a scene, in normal times, naturally looks like a bustling world.

Now, the heads of all the old or young 'pedestrians' have disappeared from their necks, and this scene has become a ghastly scene of hell.

Su Wu glanced sideways at the emergency cans on the passenger seat.

This time it was carried over by Su Wu, and it was supplied with various foods along the way, and its condition was relatively stable.

I don't know what's so special about this chicken?
Can actually independently block the attack of the eye trick?
If you have a chance in the future, you can visit Jiang Yingying's hometown in the countryside—the emergency canned food was born there, and there may be a way to unravel the secret of its uniqueness.

The car turned into another street.

The buildings on both sides of the road gradually changed, and the signboards of some shops made Su Wu feel vaguely familiar.

He seems to have been here.

The red lanterns on the sky suddenly disappeared.

The street lamps began to pour out a dim yellow light.

Even though the neon signs of various shops on the side of the street are shining, reflecting the colorful here, it is difficult to illuminate the darkness at the end of the road.

A few red, flickering lights flashed from the dark sideways.

There was the sound of wheels running over the road.

The white and green buses painted with commercial advertisements drove slowly into the neon-lit streets against the dancing red lights.

It was only then that Su Wu discovered that those jumping red lights turned out to be the LED lights on the front of the bus.

The bus route is shown on the light board: 602.

No. 602 bus?

Seeing this number, Su Wu suddenly recalled—in the previous simulation, every time he encountered the ghost of a corpse, he would inevitably see this No. 602 bus collide with another bus.

And then cause other large and small vehicles to gather around the two buses.

Form iron ruins.

This No. 602 bus, my colleague 'Wang Zhiyou' often takes it to and from get off work.

Is 'Wang Zhiyou' on the bus now?

Su Wu felt an inexplicable feeling in his heart.

Although most of the area covered by the ghostly eyes, no living people can be seen.

But the colleague 'Wang Zhiyou' involved another strange thing.

He may not be headless like other ordinary people.

Of course, even if the head is properly placed on the neck, it does not mean that 'Wang Zhiyou' is a living person.

Su Wu parked the car on the side of the road.

Then he picked up the emergency canned food on the co-pilot, got out of the car, and went straight to the stop sign of the No. 602 bus.

He just walked to the stop sign, and the bus coming from the unknown dark fork also happened to stop in front of the stop sign.

laugh--

The front and rear doors of the vehicle are opened simultaneously,

Su Wu looked up at the driver's seat.

I saw a driver wearing a red hat holding the steering wheel, his eyes fixed on the front of the car.

The eyeballs are a little gray.

As the car door opened, a strong corpse smell flooded out and penetrated into Su Wu's nostrils.

He didn't pay attention to these details.

Get in the car with big cock in your arms.

in the car,

The three girls sat in seats reserved for the elderly, the weak, the sick and the disabled, listening to music with headphones on.

In the few rows of seats behind, there was a middle-aged man in a white shirt and tie with his head leaning against the glass, as if he had fallen asleep.

From Su Wu's point of view, these people were all 'alive', and their expressions and movements did not feel stiff at all.

Not at all like a driver wearing a red hat in the driver's seat.

——Why do these people release such a strong corpse odor when they seem to be alive?
Is the stench of corpses an external expression that they are about to be killed?
Are they 'marked' by some kind of weirdness?

Wang Zhiyou was in the car.

Does this mean that the weirdness that marks them is Xincun—or is it a ghost under Xincun?

Mind tricks can turn anything that leaves 'handprints' on the dark red paper into ghosts.

Whether human or non-human.

Judging from the two non-psychic abilities of "mobile phone tracking" and "inducing vehicles to collide and kill people" shown by Xingui in reality, a certain "soldier" or "clerk" who controls Xingui must be a future One—or even two—became ghosts.

So it can show this means.

The cunning in reality is weaker than the doctor's cunning in the fighter dungeon in terms of offensive means.

But in terms of comprehensiveness, it is better than the doctor's tricky tricks!

Su Wu hugged the big cock, went straight to the back row, and sat down next to Wang Zhiyou, a middle-aged man in a white shirt with his head leaning against the glass.

Seeing that the other party was still sleepy and staring, he patted Wang Zhiyou on the shoulder.

Snapped!
Wang Zhiyou was awakened by the slap, straightened his body, turned his head, and looked at Su Wu with confused eyes.

He saw clearly Su Wu who was sitting next to him,
The confused eyes became a little flinching: "You, you also take this car?"

In private, Wang Zhiyou is completely different from the image in the company of stalking behind the supervisor and arrogantly facing his colleagues.

It seems a little restrained.

"That's right." Su Wu smiled, holding the emergency can and said, "It's so late, brother Wang is still going to work overtime at the company?"

"Yes, yes." Wang Zhiyou nodded.

He stared absently out the window.

Some fat and greasy faces have tiredness written all over them.

Su Wu had never seen Wang Zhiyou like this before, his heart moved slightly, and he asked Wang Zhiyou tentatively: "Director Huang also sent me a message.

It's so late, why did he ask us to come here?

Is there any news about Brother Wang? "

"What could it be?
It's the way of tossing people around..." Wang Zhiyou replied to Su Wu.

He suddenly realized that Su Wu didn't deal with him on weekdays, and looked at Su Wu warily: "The company requires you to work overtime, and you never participate.

Why are you here this time? "

"I can't sleep tonight, so come and have a look." Su Wu smiled.

"Oh."

Wang Zhiyou nodded, said nothing more, folded his hands on his chest and closed his eyes to rest his mind.

Su Wu withdrew his gaze from looking at the other party, with a strong corpse smell flowing from his nostrils, and he was thoughtful in his heart.

As long as it's not a masochist, and it's not for the sake of living, who would be willing to be low-key and be driven like a bull?
(End of this chapter)