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In the dark and gloomy car, the expressionless conductor looked at me coldly, without any emotion in his eyes.

"Get out of the car!" Her hands were like cold iron pliers, pushing me towards the car door.

The driver was like a dead man, sitting upright in his seat, holding the steering wheel in his hands, looking straight ahead, without moving his head.

"Wait, can you be accommodating? What money do you need?" I held the car door tightly and refused to get out.

As soon as I finished speaking, the conductor let go of his hand, and his excessively dark eyes scanned me from beginning to end, with a hint of greed in his eyes.

"If you don't have money, just use something else to pay it off." The conductor suddenly showed a weird smile with his lips painted in bright red lipstick raised.

"What?" I shuddered, an ominous premonition rising in my heart.

The conductor didn't answer. The corners of her big red mouth turned up in a way that made people's hearts go crazy. She stretched out her pale and fat hand and grabbed the top of my head.

Although I don’t know what she wants, my intuition tells me that if I grab her hand, something terrible will happen.

My heart trembled, I ducked and ran towards the car inside.

The fat hand passed over my head, and the bone-deep cold came from my scalp, and a layer of goosebumps suddenly appeared all over my body.

"Bring it here!" The conductor's eyes turned cold, his fat face became paler, and he strode towards me with the iron box holding the ticket in his arms.

The air in the car suddenly dropped to freezing point, and a dangerous aura suddenly emerged from her body.

"Can we discuss it? I have other money, maybe there is something you want." I asked bravely, holding on to the rusty cold railing.

I want to sit from the starting station to the terminal station. It is not a wise move to conflict with the conductor.

The conductor didn't answer. His fat legs wearing high heels stepped heavily on the car. The old and worn-out body seemed to be overwhelmed by the weight, and it kept creaking and shaking.

His fat face was as cold as ice, his excessively black eyes stared at me, and he walked towards me quickly.

A layer of cold sweat broke out on my forehead. I gritted my teeth and stepped back.

The conductor approached step by step.

Soon, I retreated to the end of the car body.

The conductor's cold expression did not change, the greed in his eyes emerged little by little, and his fat hands grabbed the top of my head.

I widened my eyes and recited the mantra silently in my mind.

Seeing the pale fat hand getting closer and closer to the top of my head, my whole body tensed up and my palm was about to get hot.

"Wait, I'll help him pay."

Just when the conductor's hand was about to grab my scalp, a man's voice sounded in the carriage.

The plain-looking man stood up from his seat, looked at the conductor with a flattering smile, and held a few green banknotes in his hand.

His fat hand paused in the air. The conductor frowned his slender eyebrows tightly and turned his head to stare at the man dissatisfied.

The man smiled and looked at her for a few seconds. She snorted unwillingly and strode to the man holding the iron box.

After collecting the money, he tore off a ticket and threw it over, then returned to the seat behind the driver and sat down.

I breathed a long sigh of relief, dispersed the heat in my palms, wiped the cold sweat from my forehead, and walked to the man's side.

"Thank you." I smiled at him, not knowing why he wanted to help me.

"It's just a small thing, and it doesn't cost much in total. If you really feel sorry for it, just pay me back the money next time."

The man smiled kindly, handed me the ticket, and warned me seriously: "You must keep the ticket and don't lose it, otherwise she will kick you off the bus again."

"I understand." I took the ticket and looked at it under the dim car lights. It was a thin ticket with yellowish paper and the capital letters "Four Yuan" on it.

I carefully put the ticket into the compartment of my wallet and put the wallet into my pocket. I sat down behind the man.

At this time, the car lights suddenly turned off and the car fell into darkness.

The old car made a heart-wrenching creaking sound and slowly drove forward.

Outside the window was a thick, invisible darkness, and on the deserted suburban road, only this old last bus was moving.

It was like a coffin about to enter the tomb, squirming with its last breath.

"Is this your first time taking this train? I've never seen you before." The man sitting in front of me suddenly spoke, his voice was very low, as if he was afraid that the conductor would hear him.

In the darkness, I could only see the outline of his head.

I couldn't see his face clearly, and I didn't know if he turned to look at me.

"Yes, you seem to be very familiar with this place. Do you often take this bus?" I also whispered.

"I'm a night shift worker. It's already very late after get off work. All other buses have stopped, and this is the only one I can take home." There was a hint of fatigue in the man's voice, and he leaned his head against the window.

"You take this car every night?" I looked at him twice.

This car is obviously abnormal, isn't he afraid?

Of course, someone who can walk backwards late at night must not be a normal person.

"Then do you know where the terminal is?" I continued to ask.

"I know, I happened to be sitting at the terminal." The man's head moved. "This bus has 14 stops in total. There are not many stops, but the journey is relatively long. It takes more than two hours in total."

"Are you going to the terminal as well? That's great. By the way, my name is Shi Lei, what's yours? It's not easy to meet a fellow traveler in this car. "

The man seemed to have something in his words.

My heart skipped a beat and I said calmly: "My name is Li Feng."

"Brother Li, it's nice to meet you." The night shift worker named Shi Lei seemed a little excited, "I used to sit from beginning to end alone, but now I finally have company."

"Does this car have very few passengers?"

"No," Shi Lei hesitated, "This last bus is different from ordinary buses. There are all kinds of passengers. Anyway, if something happens in the car, just pretend you didn't see it."

"What do you mean? What will happen?" I asked curiously.

"This bus will stop at every stop for 4 minutes, regardless of whether there is someone or not. I don't know why. Anyway, it's a routine. Then..."

Shi Lei didn't finish his words.

"Ahem."

From the front of the dark carriage, the conductor coughed.

Shi Lei immediately stopped talking.

It was quiet inside and outside the carriage, except for the dying sound of the engine.

Like a dying old man, the last bus crawled on the dark road panting, taking me on an unknown journey.

About ten minutes passed, and something changed in the dark front.

A dim yellow light was like a firefly in the darkness, illuminating the station sign swaying in the wind. On the rusty sign, route 44 was written in faded red paint.

The second stop has arrived.

The bus stopped slowly, and the front and rear doors slowly opened.

Under the streetlight, a fat-looking mother and son stood.

She seemed to be very slow. Looking at the open car door, the mother was stunned for a few seconds before she realized what she was doing. She took her son's hand and walked into the car with difficulty as if her legs were heavy.

A cold dampness surged into the car.

There are still two updates today~will be added next week~