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Tick, tick...

The moving electronic clock made time sound. When there was half a minute left in the countdown, the road in front of the bus changed.

The lights came on, and no new memory platform appeared. The bus named the past drove into a dark tunnel.

Ordinary Gaoming walked to the front of the bus. He tried to communicate with the driver, but the driver didn't say a word. Ordinary Gaoming tried all kinds of ways, not to mention letting the other party reveal some information, he didn't even see the other party's face.

"Where are you going to drive the car? Speak! Who are you? Why did you appear in my past? Appear in my memory?"

The bus drove silently in the tunnel, like a fish diving into the deep sea.

"Without the platform, it should be almost at the end, right? But what's going on with this tunnel?" Ordinary Gaoming tried to think, but he couldn't figure anything out.

The lights in the car flashed, the electronic clock was a little laborious, and the speed of the car was constantly slowing down.

After the pointer jumped for the last time, the countdown ended, and the bus slowly stopped in the tunnel.

The lights in the cab suddenly turned off, followed by the lights in the car. Pingfan Gaoming rushed to the end of the bus before all the lights disappeared.

He carried the body with the posthumous photo on his chest. After all, a corpse is still a high life.

Compared with the unknown dangers in the dark, one's own body is more reassuring.

"There are only two of us on the bus." Pingfan Gaoming searched his schoolbag to see if there was anything useful. He accidentally saw the black and white posthumous photo that was used as a gift.

The last two remaining passengers seemed to have a posthumous photo.

"How strange." Pingfan Gaoming took out his mobile phone without any signal and looked at the chest of the corpse with the help of the weak light.

The posthumous photo obtained by the corpse was collected by the Investigation Bureau with great effort. The content of the photo was very strange. In the black and white background, Gaoming wore the uniform of the highest security officer of the Investigation Bureau. His expression was cold and his eyes were indifferent. His whole body was covered with traces of sutures, as if the body was broken into pieces and then pieced together again.

This portrait exudes a strong curse. If you stare at it for a long time, you will seem to be attracted to the photo.

"Is this me too?"

Some black and white portraits make Gao Ming feel familiar, but some portraits make Gao Ming feel scared. Ordinary Gao Ming does not want to be the self in the photo, but he does not know what will happen in the future.

The lights on the bus have gone out, and ordinary Gao Ming carries his body on his back and moves forward in the deep tunnel.

"Where is the end?"

It is pitch black all around, and he can't see the way he came from, nor the road in front of him. The only thing that can give Gao Ming support is his body.

He is not very courageous and easily retreats, but every time he wants to give up, the faces of other Gao Mings flash through his mind.

He can get here because of the Gao Mings who have exchanged themselves. At this moment, other Gao Mings are bearing the most desperate memories of the past on the platform.

Ordinary Gao Ming has no choice. He can only move forward and must reach the end.

Falling down and getting up again and again, hitting the wall again and again in the dark, and convincing himself again and again.

He didn't understand why everyone was optimistic about him. Maybe he should get off the bus in place of the kind-hearted Gao Ming, or just replace someone else.

Dark, dead, lonely, he began to talk to the corpse, counting his heartbeats silently.

Time lost its meaning here. He didn't remember how long he had walked. When he raised his hand unintentionally, he found that the tunnel wall was no longer slippery stone, but a cold and stiff corpse.

He touched a human face!

"Is there a person embedded in the wall?"

Stopping where he was, he mustered up all his courage to touch the wall again. His fingertips brushed the corpse's eyebrows, nose and mouth. Ordinary Gao Ming made a very shocking discovery - it seemed to be himself.

Raising his mobile phone with difficulty, Gao Ming wanted to see clearly with the faint light of the mobile phone screen, but the mobile phone suddenly vibrated. Someone sent him a text message at this time.

"There was no signal just now. Could these text messages be sent by ghosts?"

Puzzled, Gao Ming opened his mobile phone and saw that his classmates in Class 13 bombarded him with messages in turn. Most of the messages told him not to go any further. It was very dangerous ahead, so he hurried back to the bus.

The messages were so real. They described the dangers in the darkness and Gao Ming's abnormalities, which made Gao Ming feel as if he had gone crazy.

Message after message came into his eyes, and Gao Ming became more and more frightened. There was a ghost hidden deep in the tunnel, and his classmates were waiting for him to go back.

Text messages, phone calls, and even video invitations. Most of the classmates were trying to do one thing - to get Gao Ming back on the bus.

"Everyone sent a message... No, why didn't Gao Yun? He said he was also my classmate, but why didn't he send a message to persuade me to go back?"

After hesitating for a long time, Gao Ming chose to believe himself. He touched the corpses on the wall and endured all kinds of persuasion and "warnings" from his classmates.

After walking for a long time, Gao Ming felt that he was about to collapse, and his hand touched a gap on the wall. The empty part was just enough to put a corpse.

"One body is missing? The original me should also be embedded in the tunnel wall?" He wanted to try if he could get in, but his hands and feet could not bend to that angle.

It was not known whether it was a coincidence or not, the body he was carrying on his back suddenly fell, and one arm was leaning against the wall, as if saying goodbye to him.

After a moment of silence, Pingfan Gaoming sighed, and he placed his body into the gap.

When the body was completely stuck in it, blood vessels grew out of the black and white portrait on its chest, and soon those blood vessels crawled towards the other bodies on the wall, and something was torn apart!

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The heartbeat sounded like a drum, and a large number of death memories poured into Pingfan Gaoming's heart. He had too many pasts, and each past was a tragic death memory!

The dark tunnel seemed unable to withstand the force, and cracks appeared on the wall. Pingfan Gaoming covered his heart, threw away his phone, and ran forward with all his strength.

The tunnel collapsed behind him, the darkness and shadows were dispelled, and Pingfan Gaoming's heart and the hearts of countless corpses beat at the same time. He ran faster and faster, and rushed out of the tunnel at the last moment.

The rumbling sound reverberated throughout the world behind the gate. The ordinary Gao Ming stood on the ruins and looked back. There were one platform after another emitting light on the road he came from. That was his life.

The bad Gao Ming who fell in the mud looked at him with blood in his mouth.

The kind Gao Ming who was dying in Lishan Private Hospital looked at the window and finally smiled.

The body of the flesh and blood Gao Ming was changing rapidly, and he pinched Lu Zang's neck.

"Is this my end? And also... where everything starts?"