After pompom enters Hades

The people in the police car fell silent for a moment, and "Wang Peng" on the intercom sneered and asked:

"How do I know, Wang Peng's birthday?"

An extremely uncomfortable feeling rose from the hearts of several people. The panic and pleading in the tone of "Wang Peng" had disappeared without a trace, but the tone on the other side of the phone did not change at all. It was Wang Peng's voice. ...It was as if something was making a sound with Wang Peng's body.

Thinking of Kang Dayong's posthumous call, a terrifying guess came to several people's minds: Could it be Wang Peng's soulless corpse talking?

Zhang Yujin said sharply, "Who are you?"

However, there was no echo from the intercom, leaving only the continuous rustling of the noisy background sound.

The speeding police car had already reached South Street. Several people got out of the car and looked around, but they didn't see No. 302.

Zhao Lin: "What does this call mean? We are now..."

Everyone was a little bit at a loss. The reason why they rushed to South Street was because Wang Peng on the phone was calling for help and describing the route of the bus, but the voice on the phone was not Wang Peng at all!

At this time, holding the mobile phone in one hand and the phone in the other, Feng Ruxia, who was acting as a relay, finally couldn't bear it anymore, and burst into tears: "Who are you? Where is my husband? Why do you want to imitate him? Please don't hurt him." , if you dare to hurt him, I will fight you hard!!!"

The phone was not hung up, and what responded to Feng Ruxia was still an emotionless and noisy rustling sound.

Just when the few people had to get back into the police car, Zhao Lin drove the car like a headless chicken in chaos on South Street for a while, and finally lost his temper. He slapped the horn hard, and the police car suddenly honked loudly: " drop--"

Half a second later, amidst the noisy background sound on the intercom, the same whistle came faintly: "Di——"

The next second, the phone was hung up abruptly, and a beeping busy tone came from the intercom.

Zhao Lin jumped out of the car excitedly: "He's right here, look for him quickly!"

Although Feng Ruxia on the phone didn't understand what happened, after hearing Zhao Lin's words, she begged tremblingly: "Comrade police, please find my husband, I shouldn't let him go to the night shift today, woo Woooo..."

The criminal policeman in the other police car also got out of the car quickly and ran around to check.

South Street is located in a remote area, and there are many small alleys, abandoned factories, and dilapidated residential areas on both sides of the road... It is not a problem for buses to get in.

Zhang Yujin warned: "Don't act rashly, we still don't know the purpose of that thing calling."

However, Wang Peng's life was at stake, and his wife collapsed and cried hysterically over the intercom. No one could sit in the car and wait indifferently.Zhao Lin, the deputy team leader, and five or six police officers all ran out and scattered to nearby factories, residential areas, and small alleys to look for the bus.

Zhang Yujin couldn't stop him and stomped his feet anxiously: "What's the use of them finding the ghost car, it's not like meat buns beating dogs! Zhang Yu, you go to the south of the street and I go to the north of the street, call them all back, and nothing can happen again. "

Just now, Zhu Ning was startled by Wang Peng's voice on the walkie-talkie, and had been sitting in the police car without moving. Now all the other people in the two police cars chased them out, leaving only Zhu Ning alone.

At this time, something slowly blocked the light of the street lamp.

Zhu Ning looked back and saw that the No. 302 bus that had appeared in the surveillance had stopped silently behind the police car.

Zhu Ning was so frightened that he turned into a little pompom.

Zhu Ning, who had turned into a pompom, really wanted to hide under the chair, but Feng Ruxia's heartbroken cries still echoed in the police car through the intercom. If Wang Peng was still alive, he would have died because of his timidity and hesitation. ...

The little pompom plucked up the courage to jump vigorously, leaped to a height of [-] centimeters, jumped out of the police car from the open window, and then ran to the bus door under the shade of the locust tree with short legs. It opened quietly without making any sound.

The little pompom looked up at the carriage, and vaguely saw that it was full of passengers like an ordinary bus, which seemed to be more normal than the previous hell ghost bus.

The little pompom was a bit more determined, but after jumping for a long time, he didn't jump up the steps of the bus.The little pompom took a deep breath, gathered all his strength and jumped hard, and finally jumped up the front steps, just about to walk in with his short legs.

A smiling female flight attendant walked out of the door without a sound, holding a white towel in both hands, bent down and pressed down on the little pompom's head.

The little pompom was frightened and wanted to back up, but the back speed of the little short legs was much slower than that of the smiling female stewardess!

Suddenly, a pair of cool hands stretched out from behind, gently picked up the little pompom, and stepped onto the bus.

Heiwuchang ignored the smiling conductor, and walked to the middle of the car calmly, just like an ordinary passenger in a car. The conductor froze for a few seconds, and then drifted back to the seat behind the ticket counter without a sound. 302 Road closed the door and continued. drive forward.

Hei Wuchang lifted the little pompom to his shoulder with one hand, and said in a very soft voice: "You worry-free little thing, do you know why they stopped?"

The little pompom stepped on the pompom's paw uneasily, and shook his head slightly.

Heiwuchang's voice was even softer: "In order to kill people."

The little pompom became even more frightened, subconsciously hid in Heiwuchang's arms, and looked out secretly. Although he couldn't feel the bus moving at all, the street scene outside the window began to flicker. After flying forward, even passing through the building, the light will become brighter again after passing through the building.

The whole car is like a huge ghost, wandering in the night city.

The passengers in the normal-looking carriages have a lingering weirdness. The dozen or so passengers in the carriages are not like the new ghosts in the ghost car of the underworld. shroud.

There are men and women, old and young, dressed in ordinary people's clothes, but the little pompom finally found out that something was wrong. All these passengers looked up at the front at a 45-degree angle, with the same smile on their faces as the conductor. And never blinked... terribly neat.

There is only a middle-aged man in the back seat, lying crookedly on the seat, with protruding eyeballs and a blue face, he has become a corpse, and he is holding the mobile phone that has just been hung up, close to his ear Side... It's like making a phone call after death.

"That's right, that's Wang Peng. The time of death was half an hour ago." Hei Wuchang saw the little pompom secretly looking back, and whispered softly, successfully scaring the little guy into his arms desperately, trying to Hide your fat self.