Live fortune telling: too accurate a fortune teller becomes a public enemy in the mysterious world

At 11:00 p.m., Song Qiaonan became uneasy and parked the bus at the end of the bridge, lit up a Yellow Crane Tower cigarette, and took two puffs.

It had been five days in a row, and he had not been able to connect to Zhong Li's live broadcast. He was so worried that he couldn't sleep well for several days.

It was his duty time again today, and he originally wanted to take a leave, but Lao Liu, who worked the opposite shift, drank and could not drive.

There was no one to cover the shift, so he had no choice but to drive over.

Song Qiaonan is bus line 921, a night shift driver.

This line used to take the route from Qiaokou North to Mu Jiahe terminal. There are 26 stations in total, and the train runs every 8 minutes from 00:6 am to 45: pm.

The night shift starts at 7:00 pm and ends at 12:00 pm, with buses running every hour.

Bus line 921 mainly passes through two primary schools, a middle school and a nursing home. Usually, there are more elderly and children on the bus.

In the past two months, due to the opening of the bridge, fewer people have transferred to Mu Jiahe. The bus company decided to change the terminal of bus No. 921 to Yunshan Cemetery.

Yunshan Cemetery is a large-scale cemetery newly constructed in the past two years.

Those currently buried are all elderly people who died nearby, and the park is relatively empty.

About a week ago, when Song Qiaonan was returning from the last night shift at 12:00, he found that there was another bus not far behind his car.

At first, he thought it was a privately operated vehicle coming to steal business.

Things like this happen in many suburbs. He was alone and he didn't dare to intercept him at will.

Several times in a row, at the same time, he found traces of this car.

Out of curiosity, he started talking to another colleague who was taking over the shift!

As a result, the other party's words made him panic.

He and his colleagues each took turns working the evening shift every other day, but his colleague said he had never seen other cars.

He immediately adjusted the surveillance system in the car and found that there was nothing behind the car.

But he clearly remembered that he had seen that car for several days in a row, and followed it not far or close, keeping a certain distance no matter whether he was driving fast or slow.

After this incident, he ran to the temple and burned incense. The next few times, I didn't encounter that car again.

But a few days ago, that car appeared again!

This time he was careful and stared at the rearview mirror from time to time while driving.

When the bell rang at 12:00, he just started the vehicle and hit the road. When he passed the corner of Yunshan Cemetery, he found that the bus was following him.

This time he looked carefully. The bus was white and looked very new. It was the lines of the body that gave him an indescribable weird feeling.

He couldn't explain why, but the car gave him a chilling feeling.

When a passenger waved after crossing the bridge, Song Qiaonan hurriedly stopped the car.

"Young man, there is a new car behind you, why don't you sit in it? My car is too old, and it makes a lot of noise when you sit on it. It's not very comfortable!"

"What new car? Are you kidding me? I live near here. Your car is the last one. What other cars are there?"

The man who got into the car glared at him, thinking he didn't want to take him.

"No, there was a new bus behind me just now!"

As he spoke, he stuck his head out of the window, only to find that there was nothing in the dark behind his car.

"This... is strange. Where did he go? That car was following behind just now!"

He scratched his head in confusion, waved sheepishly, and apologized to the passengers.

Unexpectedly, the young man had a bigger reaction than him, "Wait a minute, you mean there is a strange bus behind your car?"

Seeing him looking at her in horror, Song Qiaonan thought he thought he was talking nonsense, so he hurriedly continued: "I really didn't lie to you. That car is a new car, but the price may not be high, and the quality is not good. I always feel that His car is weird, it seems to be a bit high on one side and low on the other.”

It was okay if he didn't say it. As soon as he said it, the young man was so frightened that he sat down on the ground and banged on the door to ask him to stop the car.

"Young man, what's wrong with you? Do you know anything? Tell me quickly! Don't worry, I promise to send you to where you want to go safely!"

"Holy shit, you've encountered a ghost bus! You don't know, right? After the Yunshan Cemetery was repaired half a year ago, someone developed this road privately. His bus is also a bus like yours. They ran from Yunshan Cemetery to Wanda Mingcheng across the river."

At this point, he paused. As if he was afraid of something, he looked out the window from time to time.

Song Qiaonan was intrigued by him and asked anxiously: "What happened next? Why is there no longer this line?"

"Later! Because this car was privately operated, when being chased by the transportation management department, the driver stepped on the accelerator and accidentally drove the car into the ravine of Yunshan Cemetery."

Song Qiaonan couldn't believe it. This news was probably hidden and no one knew about it.

The young man saw that he really didn't know about this, so he continued: "The person driving the car is from our village. The transportation management department paid 180 million yuan in compensation and settled this matter privately!"

"But later I heard rumors in the village that someone went home in the middle of the night and saw the car appearing at night."

As the two of them talked, they both broke into cold sweats. The young man didn't dare to sit back. He also firmly held the steering wheel and only breathed a sigh of relief when they reached the city.

Tonight came again and he started the night shift. For some reason, as the time got later and later, he felt inexplicably panicked again.

"Driver, what's wrong with the car? Can we still leave? We're in a hurry!"

He was really flustered just now, so he got out of the car and smoked a cigarette at the bridge by saying that the car was having trouble.

It was already eleven o'clock at night, and the passenger was in a hurry. He couldn't delay for too long, so he could only pick up a tube of water and add it to the water tank before starting the car.

When we arrived at Yunshan Cemetery Station, it was already past 12:.

There was a voice asking from the platform on the car. Not wanting to be fined, Song Qiaonan could only light the engine again.

This time he drove very carefully, and every time he reached the intersection where the car met, he subconsciously glanced at it.

empty! Very good!

He patted his chest and felt relieved.

It was at this moment that he noticed this road, and at some point, the fog slowly started to appear.

"It's really weird. Why is there such a heavy fog in this lukewarm season?"

He complained and turned on the headlights of the car!

"Ahhhhh!!!!"

"Squeak...bang..."