Self-cultivation of the Exorcist

on the bus.

Although it is an old-fashioned bus, the specific model may date back to the last century, but the facilities inside are very well maintained.

The seats are neat and tidy, and the glass windows are very clean. Except for the dim lights inside the car, everything else is completely different from what I imagined.

Not even the smell of sweat and exhaust in ordinary buses.

Du Wei glanced at the passengers in the car, then looked away, took out a coin from his pocket, and threw it into the piggy bank on the bus.

Then, he wiped the water stains on his chest.

There is a very small invisible camera hidden in that part.

Investigation begins...

He said silently in his heart, and he had no intention of communicating with the driver, and walked towards the seat at the back of the bus expressionlessly.

The space in the bus is not very large, so you must be vigilant and pay attention to your sight.

And the seat at the back can clearly see the situation in the car at a glance.

His pace is unhurried.

When passing by the third row, Du Wei looked at a man sitting by the window out of the corner of his eye.

I just glanced at it, and among all the passengers I saw, only he gave Du Wei the deepest image.

The man was wearing a black suit and a baseball cap, which looked nondescript. The longer brim of the hat covered most of his face, making it difficult to see the specific face, but the exposed skin made people feel very uncomfortable.

Just like a vitiligo patient, there are large patches of skin with glaring white spots, and the man always leans his head against the car window, as if he has fallen asleep.

Continue walking to the rear of the car.

Sitting behind them was a black couple. Both of them were expressionless and their hair was damp. When Du Wei walked by, they raised their heads and glanced, and then there was no movement.

Du Wei kept walking all the way to the backmost seat, and found a seat by the window to sit down, pulled up the hood on his clothes, put the umbrella on the right hand side, and fell silent.

A vitiligo patient, a black couple, plus Du Wei and the bus driver.

There were only five people in the car.

Of course, there may be only one.

...

The doors close.

Driving forward slowly.

Du Wei glanced out of the car window. The rain was getting heavier and heavier. It was already night time, and the sky became more gloomy. There were hardly any obvious buildings, only a faint outline could be seen.

Du Wei didn't know where the bus would go, but it didn't matter to him, he had only two purposes.

Look out for information on it.

restrict its actions.

The first point is that there is no need for Du Wei to do anything, he just needs to wait quietly for the bus to gradually reveal its hidden malice, and record everything with the invisible camera on his chest.

Eventually, the camera and stored images will be handed over to the Church by Father Tony.

As for the second point.

We can only wait for the time being.

But what makes Du Wei feel a little strange is that after he got on the bus, the state of spiritual vision disappeared involuntarily.

Generally speaking, spiritual vision is the product of evil spirits' erosion. Whenever they encounter something related to evil spirits, or come into contact with related things, they will passively enter this state.

He couldn't help but have an idea in his heart.

Maybe, now is a safe period.

As the night fell, it rained harder and harder.

From a distance, one could only see the bus driving steadily, crossing the street, and turning into a relatively remote route.

...

Linda felt that she was very unlucky. In such a rainy day, she was holding an umbrella and staying at the bus stop in the wilderness, waiting for the last bus that might pass by.

As an outdoor anchor with more than 100,000 fans, he was instigated by the audience to put on a ghost hunting show, and went to the scariest abandoned villa in Northbrook to look for supernatural phenomena.

But in the end, nothing was found, no ghosts, no weird sounds, and nothing except more mosquitoes.

Knowing that this was the case, she felt that she should arrange some people in advance and do some special effects for the show. Even if it is exposed by fans, it is better than a bunch of people saying it is boring in the barrage.

"Damn the weather, when will the car come, I'm dying of cold."

Complaining, Linda tightened her clothes. The umbrella can only block the rain, but it can't bring her any warmth.

She glanced at the live broadcast software on her phone, and a lot of bullet screens were complaining about her.

[What about the detective? The result is let's see you get bitten by a mosquito? 】

[The upstairs is a brainless person, do you really come here for the show when you watch the female anchor these days? 】

【+1】

[To be honest, it’s too dangerous for an anchor to be in the suburbs in this weather. I think an anchor should need a man’s protection. For example, I have a good figure and great strength. 】

[What's the use of being strong, I still have a gun. 】

[Speaking as if no one has it. 】

Linda saw these bullet screens, and thought helplessly in her heart: "I originally wanted to edit this live broadcast and upload it to the Internet, but now it seems that I should forget it. It will only make others think I am a fool."

At this time, two beams of dim lights from afar shone on Linda's face, who was looking down at her phone.

She raised her head subconsciously, and in the rain ahead, a very old-fashioned bus was slowly driving over. The two dim lights, in the night, not only reminded people of the eyes of some cats , silently, with a faint sense of discomfort.

However, she didn't think much about it, instead she felt very excited.

"Hey...here, here, there is someone here."

As she spoke, she raised her mobile phone again, pointed the camera at the passing bus, and said to the audience in the live broadcast room: "Great, the last bus I was waiting for finally arrived. I thought that in this weather, there would be no more As for the car, it seems that today I can go home and sleep well."

[Rainy day, last train, late at night, tsk tsk, is this the rhythm of the last train of death? 】

【Maybe it's the tram series...】

[? ? ? 】

[? ? ? 】

[Talent! 】

Linda was a little speechless. She remembered that this talent audience seemed to be from a small country in Asia. Even though she was an anchor, she was actually not as open as others thought.

Therefore, seeing this kind of barrage, she felt a little disgusted in her heart.

Just when she was about to remind the audience not to talk about sensitive topics or they would be banned, the bus slowly stopped in front of her.

The babbling car door opens...

For no reason, Linda felt a gust of cold wind blowing on her body, and couldn't help shivering.

Subconsciously looking into the car, she could only see dim lights and the back of the driver. The whole car was silent, as if there were no passengers except her.

She didn't care, she was very lucky to be able to get on the bus in such a ghostly weather.

Even if the model seems a bit old, it's better than staying in that deserted villa, being bitten by wind and rain and mosquitoes.

So, she stepped onto the bus directly, and looked at the carriage with her head. Seeing that there were four passengers, she felt a little more at ease.

A black couple, a weird guy with a peaked cap, and a handsome Asian guy with a bag sitting at the back.

It seems that this kind of weather is not the only one who is unlucky.

She shrugged lightly.

Then, she turned her head to look at the driver. Because of the isolation window, she could only see a slightly hunched back.

Seems like a very old driver?

She thought for a while and asked with a smile, "Hello, Mr. Driver, how can I buy a ticket?"

As the words fell to the ground, in an instant, Linda's back suddenly felt cold, and her hairs stood on end, causing goose bumps.

After she said this, everyone in the carriage raised their heads together and looked at her expressionlessly.