Game of Destiny: This player is different

Which director is so bored that he would tease an ordinary high school student, even thinking about it is not exciting.

After eliminating all impossibilities, what remains, however implausible, is fact.

Therefore, Qin Nuo felt that he might...maybe...should...have encountered a supernatural event.

I looked around to make sure that no one in the car noticed me.

With three points of expectation, three points of doubt, three points of confidence and one point of confusion, he lowered his voice and softly called into the air: "Dark Blue?"

No one answered.

"Pretending to slap the face system?"

"paradise?"

"The great sage?"

...

Qin Nuo tried all the cheat names he knew.

However, the system did not respond, as if dead.

The so-called novice gift package that is necessary for the start of the game has never been seen.

Could it be that the posture is wrong and you need to kneel down?

Finding a nearby platform to get off, he let out a foul breath.

Turn around and walk into a large supermarket.

The issue of system downtime is on hold for now.

In the mission description, it says that it cannot be rejected, and failure will kill the punishment.

That is, tonight's No. [-] bus, if you don't take it, you have to take it.

So the question is, what does it take to ride the bus?

Qin Nuo has his own answer.

He makes quick purchases in supermarkets.

Sports backpacks, masks, peaked caps, eyeliner, foundation, overalls, windbreakers...

Bulky and bought a lot.

After coming out, turn directly into a public toilet, and start changing clothes in the cubicle.

As a self-reliant, self-reliant, five-good young man in the new era.

Qin Nuo is proficient in various part-time job skills.

Such as vehicle driving, close combat, field survival, CQB tactical drills, singing and dancing, playing basketball and so on.

Drag is just one of many talents.

A moment later, when he came out of the toilet cubicle.

He has turned into a tall and thin young man with hanging eyes and wearing a mask for suspected hay fever allergies, wearing a windbreaker, Martin boots, and a peaked cap.

Even if her childhood sweetheart Fu Xiaodie stood in front of her, she couldn't recognize her in a short time.

"It's seven o'clock in the evening. It takes at least two hours to drive from Dongcheng District to Xicheng District."

Qin Nuo was carrying a red sports bag with school uniform and school bag, and curled his lips helplessly.

The preparation time given by the system was too short, and there was no time to go home to get the equipment.

Out of consideration for personal safety, it is necessary to use the whole tool to protect yourself.

After thinking about it, he looked at the hardware store across the road and walked over...

On an April night, it was warm and cold.

The Maple Leaf Road platform was quiet.

Looking around for a few hundred meters, there was no one.

On the side of the empty road, there is only a solitary iron sign standing, on which is the route map of the No. [-] bus.

"Will the bus come? It's already 10:30, and the stop sign says the stop time is ten o'clock."

Qin Nuo wrapped the clothes around her body, stood up and moved her body.

The temperature is very low tonight, and gusts of cold wind can't stop blowing into the collar opening.

It was so cold that people shook their heads.

This kind of scene and this kind of atmosphere are the perfect venue for shooting road ghost movies.

Around eleven o'clock, when Qin Nuo was bored counting ants and identifying which ones were male and which ones were female.

Accompanied by the roar of the old engine, on the uneven road in the distance, two yellowish green car lights pierced the night and projected.

No. [-] bus is here.

The bus drove very slowly, and it took a full 5 minutes from seeing the lights to stopping at the station.

"Ding dong! Maple Leaf Road is here, please take your belongings, get off from the back door, get off, please go, the next stop is Huanghe Road."

"Vehicles entering the station, please pay attention to pedestrians and vehicles. Passengers are asked to get on the bus at the front door of the No. [-] bus without ticket sales. When getting on the bus, put in two yuan coins. There will be no change on the bus."

The strange sound of the radio came to his ears, and Qin Nuo was shocked.

"Hey, it's already eleven o'clock, and the No. [-] bus is actually in operation."

As a materialist and atheist fighter, he didn't really believe in ghosts, ghosts, gods, gods, Buddhas and monsters.

But now the facts are in front of my eyes... I'm a little flustered.

"Ways, woes, wobbles.

Makabaka, Akawaka, Abba Aba. "

Qin Nuo tried to suppress the uneasiness in his heart with the halo of Jiangzhi, and forced himself to pay for the car.

This is an old-fashioned DL brand gasoline stand-alone passenger car.

Blue border on a white background, the front of the car is mottled with rust, and there is an obvious depression on the right side.

Compared with the No. [-] bus taken during the day, it is completely a product of two eras.

The ground inside the car is fairly clean, but the paint peeling is very serious, and the seats are all wooden.

Sitting on it is like sitting on a coffin board, which is very uncomfortable.

"The vehicle starts, please sit still and hold it up. You are welcome to take the No. [-] unmanned ticket-selling bus. Please go inside when you get on the bus."

Qin Nuo didn't sit down right away, but took the time to look for a seat to look at the situation in the car.

The driver was wearing a pan-old bus company uniform with a big cap on his head, so he couldn't see his face clearly.

Facing forward, his hands seemed to be glued to the steering wheel.

Qin Nuo dawdled and stuck in place, and he didn't urge him, or even turn his head to take a look.

There were quite a few passengers in the car, but three of them were different.

The first is the commuter next to the driving seat.

Haggard, frail, with sunken eye sockets and a dangerous hairline.

Feeling the scrutinizing gaze, the man raised his head and looked at each other, then quickly lowered his head, holding the briefcase with both hands as if afraid of losing it.

The second one is a chunky old man in pajamas sitting in the rear door. The big gold chain around his neck seems to be of great value.

The third one is the strong man in the penultimate row, and the social tattoo on his arm can be vaguely seen.

The three of them are different in age and appearance, but they have the same anxious expressions.

Except for them, the rest of the passengers sat in a strange posture with their backs straight, their legs together, and their necks drooping at 45 degrees.

Silently, as if in mourning.

Qin Nuo remained expressionless, and found a seat by the aisle to sit down.

Next to it is a woman in a floral dress.

The cascading black hair fell to the ground, and the skin exposed to the air showed a sickly white.

Winter has not yet passed, and her dress is very unreasonable.

Chapter 3 The Poor Office Worker

The bus started slowly, and the bumpy road conditions made the carriage shake.

Qin Nuo accidentally slipped his seat, leaned to the left, and the back of his hand happened to touch the arm of the woman in the flowery skirt.

So icy!

"Sorry, slipped."

He hastened to apologize.

Glancing at him from the corner of his eye, he found that the woman in the flowery skirt was still sitting in a strange posture, without any response.

Move the ear slightly to the left.

Not breathing, body surface is cold.

Not like a living person.

Except for the woman in a flowery skirt, the same is true for the passengers in the front, right and rear.

His heart skipped a beat, and he subconsciously unzipped the sports bag with his right hand.

Just at this time, the bus drove through a curve, and the bad road conditions caused the vehicle to bounce on the spot.

Clang~ A heavy metal object fell to the ground.

That's a wrench.

"Hehe, don't panic. My job is a car mechanic, so it's normal to bring a wrench."

Qin Nuo said casually, picked up the wrench and stuffed it back.

After 10 minutes, the bus drove through a pothole.

Boom!

A bigger movement sounded.

It was a claw hammer.

"As an auto mechanic, it's not surprising that you carry a hammer with you."

Qin Nuo picked up a five-kilogram high-carbon steel claw hammer.

This time he didn't take it back, but dangled it back and forth in his hand.

There is a big disagreement, and there is a posture of flirting at any time.

The vehicle continues to drive.

Passengers get off at each stop, and new passengers get on the train, maintaining a [-]% occupancy rate from beginning to end.

"The terminus of the No. [-] bus is at Ningyuan New City, Dongcheng District. The journey takes nearly two hours."

Qin Nuo estimated the time in his mind.

Almost an hour has passed since he got in the car.

It stands to reason that the No. [-] bus should have left Xicheng District and entered the bustling Dongcheng District long ago.

But there are always woods and wilderness outside the window, and there are no signs of people smoking.

Not right.

"The mission requires you to get off at the terminal. Is this terminal really the place indicated in the route map?"

Qin Nuo was vigilant about his surroundings, and his thoughts changed sharply.

After another half an hour of observation, he confirmed a fact.

This No. [-] bus operating overtime should be a...midnight hearse.