After pompom enters Hades

The old lady's wrinkled face was as pale as paper, her withered and thin hands tightly wrapped around Zhao Lin's arms, and the cold air from her hands could be felt through the police uniform.

If you want to change to an ordinary person, and be caught by this old lady without legs, you will be scared to death. As the captain of the criminal investigation team, Zhao Lin is still very strong. All the passengers slowly turned their heads to look at this side, Zhao Lin suppressed the fear in his heart, and replied following her words:

"Although the license plate number was not photographed, the basic model can be locked from the surveillance video, and the driver who caused the accident should be found after investigation."

After hearing this, the old lady slowly let go and sat down tremblingly.

The conductor wore an ill-fitting uniform, half-closed his eyes and looked at this side, and said in a flat voice: "Passengers who have just boarded the bus, please sit still. The next stop is the inpatient department of the People's Hospital."

Zhao Lin's heart skipped a beat, but he didn't dare to show it on his face. Seeing the conductor's dissatisfied gaze, he quickly nodded to express his understanding, and then stepped forward and sat next to Zhu Ning.

Route 417 began to drive slowly, still without the roar of the engine, but with some bumps, Zhao Lin didn't dare to think about what this bus was made of...

Neither Zhu Ning nor Zhao Lin dared to speak on this silent bus. Fortunately, in order to prevent Zhu Ning from being in the pompom form, no one would understand what he said. He always had a small notebook and pencil tied around his wrist. wrote:

[Captain Zhao, why are you here too?Now this case is under the jurisdiction of the Special Investigation Office. You are an ordinary person, how can you get in this car! 】

Zhao Lin was speechless, and also felt that he was too reckless and arrogant. He saw the suspected vehicle just now and chased it without thinking. Only now did he realize that this case was completely beyond the scope of the criminal investigation team.

Zhao Lin quietly turned his head to see that three vehicles from the Criminal Investigation Brigade were driving slowly in the distance.Like a huge tail, it followed the ghost car bound for Xishan Cemetery.

This cannot be blamed on the police officers behind. It is now 2 o'clock at night, and there is no car on the road. It is basically impossible to pretend to keep up with this bus, and you can't drive the car into the green belt.

Zhao Lin whispered in a very low voice: "Then what should we do now?"

Zhu Ning was terrified at first, but he was accompanied by an ordinary person. As a formal investigator of the Special Investigation Office and a local employee, he must take responsibility.

Zhu Ning looked around, the ghost car was full of yin energy, Zhao Lin, as a people's policeman, was a middle-aged man with a strong yang energy, but after getting into the ghost car, his face turned pale in less than 5 minutes. The eye sockets are black and the lips are blue.

Zhu Ning wrote: [When you arrive at the People's Hospital, get off the car immediately and don't look behind you. 】

Zhao Lin knew that now was not the time to show off, but he, the captain of the criminal investigation team, ran away and left the investigator who had just joined the job on the ghost bus.

Zhao Lin took the pencil: [Is there anything in the Special Investigation Department that can restrain ghosts? 】

The pistol issued by the special mediation office had already been left in Qunan City. After a second of silence, Zhu Ning wrote: [There is a pistol that can swallow Yin Qi but... I forgot to bring it. 】

Zhao Lin: "..."

Zhu Ning added: [But ghosts can never hurt me. 】

But it seems not convincing at all, more like a white lie to let Zhao Lin escape first, Zhao Lin felt deep guilt, not long ago he was still satirizing the Special Investigation Department, and now the young investigator of the Special Investigation Department actually let him escape first.

But being indecisive is by no means Zhao Lin's character. Only by escaping can he tell the leader of the special mediation office about the situation in the ghost bus, and he must not let the ghost bus continue to haunt Beishi.

The People's Hospital was very close to the Public Security Bureau. Two minutes later, the 2 road stopped and opened the door again. Just as the front door opened, Zhao Lin jumped up as agreed and rushed towards the front door!

The voice of the conductor became sharper: "It is not allowed to get off the bus on the 417 road, please return to your seat immediately!"

Where did Zhao Lin dare to slow down? He took three steps at a time and walked down the steps of the car door, and then bumped into the tall and thin man who was holding the infusion bottle to get on the car. In the dense fog, he stumbled and fell towards the outside of the car door, and was bounced back by the sudden white light on the door, hitting the middle of the aisle with a bang.

The skinny male ghost in hospital clothes was even worse. After being hit like this, the thin yin energy scattered everywhere, and the infusion stand and people made a pile. Zhao Lin looked up and saw that he had just bumped into him. Full of patients, their heads are flying towards the roof of the car, their arms have been smashed into several joints, and half of the driver's leg is still hanging on the steering wheel...

Detective Zhao Lin, who was used to seeing corpses and wounds, was struck knowingly by this overly impactful scene and almost screamed.

The conductor said angrily: "No. 417 is not allowed to get off halfway!"

The head of the transfusion patient kept wailing on the roof of the car: "My life is miserable, why did I get a brain tumor, why did I fly...fly..."

Zhao Lin reacted quickly. Since he couldn't get off, he quickly got up and rushed back to his seat. Although the muscles on his face were trembling slightly, he managed to pretend to be guilty and kept apologizing: "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry !"

But Zhao Lin froze as soon as he said these words. His voice, which was originally full of energy, now sounded weak and distant, as if he was wearing earplugs and listening to the distant echo in the valley.

All the passengers in the carriage turned their heads slowly and stared at Zhao Lin.

The conductor stood in the shadows and couldn't see clearly, but Zhao Lin and Zhu Ning could still vaguely see the empty uniform floating forward: "Your voice...is not right."

Zhao Lin's heart rose to his throat, and Zhu Ning also nervously held the ghost order, ready to slap this poor little token as a brick if something goes wrong!

At this moment, the head of the male ghost in a hospital gown fell from the roof of the car and hit the conductor. He wailed like a repeater, "It flew up..."

The other passengers on the bus also started to get restless. The conductor seemed to be a little scared, and quickly put the new ghost back together, and then carefully put it on the seat, and sat by the window very reluctantly. posture, and then announced to the passengers:

"It's okay, everyone, please hold on and sit down. Please don't get off the bus before the final stop. The next stop is Xishan Cemetery."

This gloomy carriage made Zhao Lin feel cold, dizzy, and sweating profusely. After hearing the words Xishan Cemetery, he couldn't hold on any longer and collapsed on the seat.

Although the supernatural cases are not within his jurisdiction, Zhao Lin can still see that this ghost bus has been collecting dead people.

Zhao Lin didn't even dare to think about what would happen if this car drove into Xishan Cemetery...

Zhu Ning wrote a note to comfort: [Don't be afraid, if the situation reaches an irreversible point, I can take you to another dimension first, and then escape. 】

Zhao Lin suppressed the fear in his heart and wrote with a pencil: [Where is the other space? 】

Zhuning: [Huangquan Road]

Finally, Zhao Lin could no longer hold the pen in his hand, collapsed on the chair and stared up and down, scrawled crookedly on the small notebook: [The end of this ghost bus is Huangquan Road! 】

Zhu Ning raised his head in surprise, and followed Zhao Lin's gaze to look up. It turned out that he hadn't noticed that the platform board was still stuck in the dark compartment. The station is impressively - East of Huangquan Intersection.

Seeing this familiar place name, Zhu Ning felt kindness and doubts in his heart, but Huangquan Road is Huangquan Road, so how come there is Huangquan Road East?

The street scene outside the car window became gloomy, and the ghost bus was getting closer and closer to the Xishan Cemetery. The conductor in the ill-fitting uniform still did not let Zhao Lin go. He walked forward slowly from the shadows and repeated the question just now:

"Your voice...wrong."

Zhao Lin lowered his head and tried not to look into the eyes of this figure. He could even feel bursts of cold air gushing out following the words of the "conductor". Unusual.

The conductor took another step forward, and suddenly raised his weird tone: "You are, a living person."

All the ghosts in the carriage, including the driver, turned their heads and looked at Zhao Lin!

Zhu Ning: "This car can't be used by a living person?"

The conductor drifted closer and closer, and a sinister voice sounded: "This is a ghost car..."

Zhao Lin's nerves were tense to the extreme, and the conductor who was wearing an ill-fitting uniform was about to stick to his body.Zhao Lin couldn't bear it anymore and suddenly jumped up, and punched him regardless: "Evil ghost, stay away from me!"

The large bus uniform was blown away, fluttering to the ground, and what remained in place was a dark ghost, looking at Zhao Lin who was punching, with a strange smile on his face: "I will Afraid of the fists of the living?"

Just as Zhao Lin was about to turn his head and run back, Zhu Ning grabbed him: "Don't run, it's okay."

Then Zhu Ning looked at the conductor wearing a ghost short shirt: "You pulled a living person by mistake, are you still laughing?"

The ghost's smile froze.

Zhu Ning: "A ghost can't lock a new soul, what are you two doing?"

The driver saw Zhu Ning's face in the rearview mirror, seemed to remember something terrible, braked suddenly, then rolled off the chair and rushed over, plopping down on his knees:

"Adults, little ones can't help it!"

The conductor didn't recognize who Zhu Ning was, so the driver pulled him to his knees and whispered, "This is that half-demon...half-demon!"

The conductor clerk was so frightened that he blurted out: "My lord! I didn't know that you came to fish today... Pooh, pooh, I didn't know that you came to inspect, otherwise I would never neglect."

Zhao Lin has been completely petrified, staring at everything in front of him in a daze.

The driver ghost was also bitter, and wailed: "My lord, there is nothing we can do! Three months ago, the soul-attracting stone in the Palace of Judge Lu broke down, and the new souls in the west of Beishi couldn't go there. We seduced the souls one by one." Where can it be hooked, I can only come up with this stupid way to pull back one cart after another."

The conductor ghost yelled: "It's Judge Lu, who is as reluctant as an iron rooster to allocate money for repairs, and all the money was used by him to buy ghost dancers!"

The driver ghost: "It's a pity that I am over 700 years old and have to teach myself to drive a bus."

The conductor ghost: "We bought this paper bus with incense sticks upside down, woo woo woo..."

Zhu Ning: "You only bought this car. Is the No. 302 night shift bus a ghost car from our underworld?"

The driver Guichai was puzzled: "We only have this car, which has always been the 417 road, because it was the 417 road that was burned when the paper was made - the old ghost who had the car at that time was the driver of the 417 road when he was alive, we bought it. This car has spent a lot of incense, and this can't be changed."

Zhuning: "Have you ever been to Changning Street?"

The driver was even more puzzled: "Where ghosts can be led back to the underworld by the soul-guiding stone in the Palace of Judges, what do you need a ghost car for?"

Zhu Ning looked at the statue-like Zhao Lin very apologetically: "The clues are wrong. This is the ghost car from our underworld, not the suspect car No. 302."

at the same time.

The criminal police who followed the suspect vehicle couldn't get in touch with the team leader all the way. They were afraid that Zhao Lin had been murdered by criminals. The three vehicles sped up and surrounded the stationary suspect bus at a fast speed. They were just about to draw their guns. Dash down and see...

In the Xishan Cemetery, dozens of old men and women in shrouds, and a few young people came out one after another, and some began to slam the bus door.

"Master driver, are you still driving?"

"Why do you stop here?"

"Did the ghost car break down today? Then I'll leave after the first seven days! Anyway, from dying in the hospital, to being sent to the funeral parlor, and then to the cemetery, I can see Route 417 every night..."

Some walked around outside the car of the criminal police team, looking in with lifeless faces through the car window, with doubts on their ghost faces: "The hell is rich now, so they use a small car to pick up and drop off? Young man, open the car door ?”