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The kind-hearted high-life took a lot of effort to explain clearly, so that all the high-lifes in the car had a general understanding of their current situation.

Knowing that they were in a desperate situation, each high-life in the car reacted differently, and their past experiences shaped different personalities.

"In fact, everyone doesn't have to be too nervous. According to the information I got, our original bodies were plotted by the 'god', and it imprisoned us in different rooms, so that we couldn't meet. Normally, it is almost impossible for us to gather together. It was this bravest high-life who created an opportunity for us." The kind-hearted high-life saw that someone was dissatisfied with the ordinary high-life, and hurriedly spoke.

The most ordinary high-life didn't say much, but lowered his head and smiled bitterly. He knew that he was not the bravest high-life at all. He was just the most ordinary one among all people. He was not as good as anyone and was useless.

"Don't waste time on useless things." The painter high-life seemed a little out of place in a "nest" of high-lifes. He held his brush, swept his eyes across the faces of all the high-lifes, and finally looked at the driver's room.

"All the people sitting in this bus heading to the past are Gao Ming. It seems that we are the only ones on this bus, but..." The painter Gao Ming suddenly walked to the driver's cabin and slammed the glass door of the driver's cabin: "Who is driving this car? Is he also a Gao Ming? But why is he driving this car?"

Everyone was attracted by the painter's words. Everyone looked at the driver's cabin. No matter how they adjusted the angle, they could not see the driver's face, but only the driver's back.

Judging from the back alone, the driver was wearing a high school uniform, which was consistent with Gao Ming's back. The driver should also be a Gao Ming.

"Why is this Gao Ming not a passenger?"

The painter Gao Ming pounded the driver's cabin hard, hoping that the other party would stop, but the man had no intention of slowing down.

The kind-hearted Gao Ming also walked over with a strange expression. The driver who was driving was also a Gao Ming? But why could he be a driver? Why could he control the past?

Other Gao Mings didn't understand, only the most ordinary Gao Ming had some broken images flashing through his mind. He vaguely saw himself entering a certain tunnel again and again, and being killed from behind again and again, but he had never seen the face of the murderer, only a blurry back.

"Is it him? Is it... the murderer?"

The night wind blew into the car window, and the coldness made the ordinary Gao Ming shiver. He sat in his seat and fell into deep thought.

The time on the electronic watch in the car kept decreasing, and the outline of a building outside the window became clear. Ten seconds later, the bus stopped in front of the building.

"The bus stopped?" The passengers leaned out to look out, and the warm lights were reflected on the platform. The name of the platform was strange, called - I have felt warmth.

Behind this platform is a residential building that is completely different from Xiangshengyong Apartment. It makes all Gao Mings feel familiar and kind.

"Home? Isn't this the home we have lived in for more than ten years!"

The figures of the family appeared at the window. They prepared a large table of meals and were waiting for Gao Ming to come home.

The warmest light in the world is the light at home. At this time, the dim light paved a road.

"If no one gets off the bus, the bus will not start." The kind-hearted Gao Ming stared at the electronic watch on the bus that was still moving backwards: "I seem to understand! This bus is similar to the corridor seen by a group of team leaders. Every time the bus stops, it is equivalent to an office full of desperate memories for a group of team leaders. We can only get off the bus, pick up all the desperate memories, and carry our own past before we can go to the next platform."

The painter Gao Ming narrowed his eyes: "In other words, if you want to end it all, you must pick up the memories on each platform and reach the end?"

"I don't care what you are saying, I'm getting off the bus." Gao Ming, who is the least courageous, always feels that the corpse next to him is looking at him, but what is more terrifying than the corpse is all the Gao Ming around him. A group of people sitting on a night bus is too weird and terrifying.

Gao Ming, who is the least courageous, can't stay for a moment, especially after seeing the lights at home.

Rushing off the bus, Gao Ming, the least courageous, walked across the platform and ran on the road paved with lights. He couldn't wait to knock on the door of his home.

The passengers in the car saw clearly that the door of the house was open, but the figures of the family members became extremely terrifying, but Gao Ming seemed to be completely unaware of it. He was left in that house until the lights went out and the door closed again.

The vehicle started, and Gao Ming, who was the most timid, was left here forever, as if he had become a part of this, but he also successfully helped everyone get through the first platform.

"If you want to reach the end, you can't immerse yourself in beautiful fantasies, and always consider problems from the worst perspective." Painter Gao Ming shook his head, he returned to his seat, picked up the paintbrush and painted on the car.

A Gao Ming disappeared just like that, and his empty seat seemed a little dazzling at this time.

Before everyone got out of the emotion just now, the bus stopped again.

The door opened, and the kind-hearted Gao Ming looked at the platform. The name of this station was - I once liked someone.

It seemed to be drizzling outside the window, and the window and memory became hazy together. The passengers looked at each other, and no one dared to get off directly.

The rain got heavier, and a figure suddenly ran towards the platform in the darkness. She was wearing the same school uniform as Gao Ming, and she was holding a book in her arms.

"Liu Yi?"

The girl's hair was wet, and water drops slid down her face along her hair. Maybe she was not the most beautiful in the world, but for many people in Class 13, they would still remember her smile after several years.

The platform shrouded in darkness seemed to welcome a beam of moonlight. The ordinary night also became an unforgettable memory because of the appearance of a person.

Gao Ming, who had been silent in the second to last row of the bus, stood up. He looked a little haggard, and his eyes looking at Liu Yi were different from other Gao Mings. There was hesitation, guilt, and helplessness.

"The clock in the car has not stopped. If we don't reach the destination within the fixed time, we will probably never get there." The painter Gao Ming couldn't open the door of the driver's room. He gave up controlling the vehicle and looked at the Gao Ming who had just stood up: "If you want to get off, you'd better hurry up. If you miss this stop, you will never meet again in the future."

There was gradually water accumulation between the bus and the platform. The silent Gao Ming grabbed the handrail and stood in the car looking at Liu Yi.

Boom!

Thunder sounded, and a red umbrella appeared outside the platform.

High heels stepped in the water, and a woman with an extremely delicate appearance silently looked at the platform.

Gao Ming in the car had no memory of that woman, but when she looked at him with disappointment, Gao Ming felt very painful.