I became a regular visitor to the police station after driving the undead bus

At two o'clock in the morning, shops of all sizes in Haicheng closed one after another, while sporadic convenience stores, barbecue stalls, and KFC were still standing there, providing food for the city's late-night travelers.

People on the Internet are fighting against fatigue with their eyes open, browsing all kinds of information wantonly.Perhaps it was the stimulation brought by the dark night, the famous Haicheng supernatural section was still extremely lively, with new posts coming out every time it was refreshed.

At this moment, someone clicked in and saw the HOT post:

[Mystery of Haicheng No. 22 Bus]

People browsing the posts smiled, clicked in and left comments.

People in Haicheng have almost heard the rumors of the No. 22 bus since they were young. It is said that this bus is a bus for the dead, and only the dead can see it.

That's a fart, it's fake when you hear it.

Only the dead can see it, so unless you go down early, you can relieve your greed for gossip.

However, quite a few people with light characters, negative energy, and poor health said that they had seen the No. 22 bus.One of the bloggers' swear words was added to the homepage.

[I was hospitalized in a car accident not long ago, and ended up with a simple bandage, and continued to work without missing an arm or a broken leg.Internet Dog, you all know it... Oh, don't talk nonsense, anyway, I get off work from the software park at two o'clock in the evening, and I can only take a taxi during this time.In the end, it was such a coincidence that when I was in a traffic jam, I really saw a very floating bus, which was called a floating bus, and the speed was called a fast one. I was taking pictures of the night scene with my mobile phone and was about to send it to Moments, but I captured this bus】【Picture】【Picture】

[The photo is a bit blurry, but I have never posted it, I can only see the shadow of a bus, but the bus in Haicheng stops at 10:22 p.m., the bus at this time is definitely the No. [-] bus]

In the two photos, the silhouette of a bus speeding by outside the window can be seen, which is relatively blurred and doubled.But it was these two photos that made many people in Haicheng excited. At two or three o'clock in the evening, there were many supernatural bloggers and adventure bloggers live broadcasting on the main road, just wanting to take pictures of sporadic ones. Psychic information.

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"Tsk, why are young people so curious?" Shen Huai looked at a large number of people watching the live broadcast outside the software park, yawned, and slowly parked the bus not far away to watch the excitement.After a while, he lowered his head and glanced at his watch, "Hey, I'm going to be late again."

He stepped on the accelerator and flew all the way from the software park to Liu Lao Street in the suburbs. He stopped in a place surrounded by fog and opened the car door.

In the alley, there is a pagoda wood license plate, which is written [Liu Lao Street Undead Station].

Shen Huai took out his phone and checked the time, 02:18:18.

Hey, 18 minutes late.

The car door was wide open, and several figures came out of the mist one after another. Their expressions were rather dazed, and there were still bloodstains on their faces and bodies.Hehe, this person has a strange and unique shape, with a big watermelon knife on his head.

Oh my god, this man...

Shen Huai glanced at a middle-aged woman.This person's soul was extremely unstable, his body seemed to be pieced together from broken sand, and he walked in a strange way.

Tsk, this looks like a corpse.

Shen Huai glanced at the people in line, and initially counted 18 people.

He took out his little green notebook and asked the undead on the bus one by one:

"Wang Daliu, aged 76, fell to his death, right?"

Wang Daniu touched his head and nodded blankly.

"Okay, find a place to sit down."

"The next one, Liu Neng, 54 years old, was hit and killed by a car... find a place to sit."

"Next……"

"Zhou Meijuan, 38 years old... was torn to pieces, right?"

Zhou Meijuan is the woman whose body seems to be pieced together from crushed sand.She got on the bus unsteadily, and saw a well-behaved boy with red lips and white teeth in the driver's seat, with his legs crossed, looking at her curiously.

The boy has conspicuous silver-white hair, which makes him very handsome. Zhou Meijuan stared at him for a long time. She hadn't seen such a good-looking child for a long time.

She reacted for two seconds. She didn't think about the situation at the moment, but suddenly remembered the fact that she was dead. She couldn't hold back her grief, and sobbed twice: "I...was I crushed?"

She only remembered that she was killed by her husband, but she didn't know that she was actually mutilated.

The simple woman burst into tears, wanting to vent.

Shen Huai sighed, and pressed the tears of the crocodile that didn't exist in the corner of his eyes with his fingers: "It's really pitiful, how can someone be so ruthless, what a beast."

Zhou Meijuan suddenly felt that she had found a confidant. When she stared at the boy, she was in a daze for a while, and couldn't help telling her own story.

Zhou Meijuan said that her husband killed her.

"I've always known that he disliked my low education level, lack of a job, embarrassing him, and I also knew that he had a woman outside... But I never expected him to be so cruel..."

Shen Huai touched the melon seeds and knocked, but from Zhou Meijuan's mouth, he could piece together a general story.

Zhou Meijuan is from a village in the city of Haicheng. She happened to be demolished more than ten years ago. She was lucky enough to be allocated two houses from her natal home. Then she met her husband Li Shili, who had just graduated from university at the time. The two fell in love freely and got married. So far, there is a daughter who is in the sixth grade of elementary school.

Li Shili has a good level of education. After studying for graduate school, he stayed in a secondary school in Haicheng as a lecturer of Ma Zhe, with a monthly salary of seven to eight thousand, which is not bad.

However, the conflict between the two increased after the child was born.Zhou Meijuan believes that Li Shili often stays out at night on the grounds of college affairs, and her child Xiaoya has been taken care of by her, so she has no job and lives on the rent of a house before marriage.The past ten years have been like this. She put her focus on her children, but she and her husband became more and more divorced, and was brutally killed by her husband in the end.

After Zhou Meijuan finished speaking, she looked quietly at Shen Huai, who was eating melon seeds: "Such a heartless person, a criminal, you must help me, I want revenge...I want to kill him, woo woo woo."

"Oh, sorry to see you." Shen Huai put the melon seeds into the storage box, "Didn't you realize that you can only barely gather souls, and you can't hurt normal people at all?"

Zhou Meijuan's eyes widened: "I can't become a ghost?"

She saw that it was always written like this in TV dramas, people who are hurt by evildoers will eventually turn into ghosts.

"Hey, TV dramas are not bad for ghosts." Shen Huai asked her to find a seat to sit down, "That's all, I'll send the Buddha to the west, and I'll drive the hearse to his door later."

Looking at Zhou Meijuan who was silently looking for a place to sit down, Shen Huai curled her lips and waved the little green notebook to record the basic situation of the other undead.However, although the deaths of other undead were violent, they were not too unusual. Most of them were caused by car accidents, falls, parabolic objects, sudden illnesses and other problems. Only people like Zhou Meijuan were interesting.

After counting the number of people, Shen Huai put Xiaolu into his arms, and said with a yo-ha: "Slip away."

Drive all the way from Undead Station on Liu Lao Street to Guishou Monument on the outskirts of the city, crossing more than half of the city from east to west. It will be 03:30 in the morning when you arrive at the destination. Fortunately, you don’t miss the time.Along the way, he drove the hearse at high speed, listened to the gossip for half an hour, and delivered the dead in an hour.

"They are going..." Zhou Meijuan watched the undead in the car step into the quaint Guishou Monument one by one in the mist, and disappeared, looking at Shen Huai with a little panic, "...are they going to the Hall of Yama? "

Shen Huai snorted, waved his hands, and didn't reveal much information: "Hey, there's nothing wrong with it, I just went where I should go. Let's settle your matter, let's go."

As he spoke, he walked towards the bus, and his back revealed a good mood to watch the excitement.

While walking, the left hand draws a semicircle in mid-air, which makes people's eyes follow unconsciously.

Zhou Meijuan looked at his back, lowered her head, and followed him flickeringly.

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Shen Huai parked the car at the gate of Jiangyuan Community on Binhuai [-]nd Road.

According to Zhou Meijuan, the family lives in Unit 1, Building 1, Jiangyuan Community.

It was very late at this moment, and the community at four in the morning was a little quiet, and the security personnel in the security booth were sitting inside and dozing off.

To save trouble, the small blue access control card is placed on the gate.

Shen Huai walked slowly into the community all the way.

The dim light shines on the cobblestone path, and the big tree standing silently in the garden casts thick shadows in the night.

He came to unit 1 of building 1 all the way, and pressed the elevator on the 8th floor with a smile on his lips.

Zhou Meijuan explained in a low voice: "We are one ladder and two households." She seemed to be afraid of Shen Huai's surprise, but at the same time she was curious, "Is there really a person like you who can see ghosts and gods in this world?"

If she had known earlier...she would definitely go to the temple to worship before she got married, and she would never meet that betrayer again.

Shen Huai had already taken out a piece of fruit candy from his pocket at this moment, and he heard that he just threw the fruit candy into his mouth without haste, so he said vaguely: "Don't be superstitious."

Zhou Meijuan: "..."

Who is superstitious?

And she always felt that this boy... had a weird temper.

"Ding--"

When the elevator door opened, there was still someone inside. It was a man wearing a light blue shirt and trousers, and gold-rimmed glasses.

Shen Huai inadvertently raised the tip of his nose:

Ah, the strong smell of blood.

He glanced at Zhou Meijuan whose soul was shaking, and guessed it.

This is Zhou Meijuan's husband Li Shili.

With such a strong smell of blood on his body, people would not believe that he hadn't killed him.

The smile on the corner of Shen Huai's mouth became heavier. He went straight in and pressed the elevator on the 8th floor before the man came out. Sure enough, Li Shili, who was about to go out, froze in his footsteps.

The man pushed his glasses and greeted with a smile: "Coincidentally, I'm also on the eighth floor. But... I don't seem to have seen you?"

Shen Huai leaned crookedly in the elevator, raising her eyebrows: "Oh, really?"

He glanced at the man's neck lightly. At this moment, Zhou Meijuan had already grabbed the man's neck with both hands, and kept asking and cursing.But obviously the man couldn't see her at all, so naturally he didn't respond.

"Aren't you going out yet?" Shen Huai pressed the door close button with his right hand.

Li Shili's heart skipped a beat, and he said with a smile: "It's okay, I just remembered that I came down to throw out the trash, but I didn't bring the trash with me."

The elevator doors close.

In the small space, there are only two adult men and a female soul who is crying and cursing desperately.

The author has something to say:

Spoof Little Theater:

Elevator: Zizizi

Shen Huai: Overloaded

Li Shili:? ? ?Just the two of us are overloaded

Shen Huai: You turn around——

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[Pre-received article "Third-rate Fortune Teller" please collect it]

Those who have read thousands of novels think that after they leave the mountain, they will be like the protagonists, one hundred thousand symbols, one million hexagrams...

As a result, no one bought the three talismans for 100 yuan.

Shou had no choice but to wear a mask and do small jobs—trying to maintain the image of a master of the world, in order to prevent the final exposure and embarrassment

Then I really lost my face

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Gong is a poor-minded but very rich rich second generation. Since he was a child, he has read a lot of starting points, thinking that he can be like the protagonist, with all kinds of abilities, and has been praised by countless people.

As a result, he took a few bad money and no one praised him (surrounded by rich people)

Until the two met:

Gong: Master!The super powerful fortune-telling protagonist in the novel, hold your thighs!

Recipient: Gold Master!The super-stupid and sweet rich buyer in the novel, hold your thighs!

【Probably just such a sand sculpture story】