The Last Train to Hell

Fortunately, I was tired enough, and I felt particularly at home when I saw the bed.

I lay on the bed and fell asleep soon.

Unfortunately, I didn't sleep well this time. In my dream, I was back on the last bus of No. 14.

The workers on the bus this time were not as calm as before.

When they got on the bus, they were covered in blood and flesh.

They looked very scary and their original appearance was completely unrecognizable.

They surrounded my driving seat and kept knocking on the protective door around the driving seat and the glass on the protective door.

I kept telling myself that this was a dream and there was no need to be afraid.

However, this dream was extremely realistic, so realistic that I couldn't tell whether it was true or false.

The feeling of uneasiness became stronger and stronger. I felt that these things could already touch my skin.

The temperature on their bodies was very high, as if they could melt me ​​in the next moment.

I shrank back, trying to avoid their outstretched arms.

I released the steering wheel in my hand directly, and the accelerator under my feet was also released, and then I stepped on the brake.

I knew I was in a dream, but I didn't know how to wake up.

I argued and yelled at them, but nothing changed.

The protective door locked them in, and also trapped me.

I watched them flailing outside the door, and they watched me trembling inside the door.

I felt the light, the light coming from somewhere.

It shone directly into my eyes, and I suddenly struggled to wake up.

I don't know how, I felt a pain in my arm, and then opened my eyes.

I looked at the clock in the hotel again, it was half past ten.

The light I felt was the rising sun, shining through the gap in the curtains and hitting my face.

I should feel that the curtains in this hotel are not very dense.

Otherwise, I am afraid I am still in a dream, and I am in a stalemate with those workers.

Those workers died so tragically that I couldn't even bear to blame them.

I took the phone on the bedside, and Lin Hualong didn't call me.

I went to the company last night, and he seemed to stay in the Internet cafe. Now the time for the overnight package has long come.

Lin Hualong, are you still waiting for me in the Internet cafe?

I called him and waited for half a minute before Lin Hualong picked up the phone.

I asked about his situation and sure enough, Lin Hualong was still waiting for me in the Internet cafe.

After I left, he was sleeping in a corner on the first floor.

He was just kicked out by the people in the Internet cafe. To be precise, it was not the people in the Internet cafe, but the people from the Public Security Bureau.

I heard that the family of the deceased went to the Public Security Bureau to make a scene and asked the people from the Public Security Bureau to arrest the owner of the Internet cafe and close the Internet cafe for rectification.

Anyway, Lin Hualong muttered a lot, and I didn't understand what he said. What did he say?

I told him my current address and asked him to bring some breakfast to find me.

The hotel requires check-out before 2 pm, and there are still three and a half hours.

Anyway, I don't know where to go, so it's better to stay here.

The price of this hotel is quite good, just over 100 yuan per night.

Last night I specifically asked the front desk that if I could stay for a week, the room rate could be 50% off.

I just moved to the company dormitory at No. 1 Huating Road, and I certainly can't move in directly.

Who knows what Jinsuocheng has arranged inside?

I have to have a place to stay outside, waiting for Lin Hualong to clean up the things in the house, and then I will move in.

If I stay in one room all the time, I am afraid it will provide opportunities for Jinsuocheng and his group.

These people are very powerful. Even if the room card is with me, I can't stop them outside.

Instead of betting on whether they can get in?

It's better to change hotels every day so that they can't figure out my pattern.

Even if they want to find me, it's hard to find where I live.

And even if they find me, I change places again the next day, isn't it the same as not finding me?

Lin Hualong should have taken a taxi here. It didn't take half an hour before I heard him knocking on the door outside.

This regular knocking sound can't be anyone other than Lin Hualong.

I rubbed my temples and felt a little pain in my head.

Lin Hualong looked like he had just run out of a garbage dump.

If you say he is a homeless vagrant on the street, most people would believe it.

I think Lin Hualong is definitely not poor, but I don’t know why he is unwilling to buy two new sets of clothes.

“You know how to enjoy yourself. I said I was waiting for you in the Internet cafe yesterday, but why didn’t you show up? You left me alone there, and you found a good place to sleep.”

As expected, Lin Hualong was also full of resentment. I didn’t dare to say much, and smiled embarrassedly.

The breakfast bought by Lin Hualong is always very rich, but today’s taste is not familiar to me.

But it seems that it should be the Shengjianbao that has been very popular on the Internet recently.

It is said that the taste is quite good. Every time you buy it, you have to queue for a long time. I don’t know how Lin Hualong buys it?

Normally, you have to queue for at least an hour to buy Shengjianbao.

How did he come so quickly?

The taste of the Shengjianbao was not as good as I thought. As expected, most of the reviews online were exaggerated.

Of course, it could also be that my taste is different from others.

Guessing that Lin Hualong has lived in Hejian City for some years, I subconsciously asked him about the history of the land at the second stop of the last bus of No. 14.

Lin Hualong was surprised why I suddenly asked this, but he did not hide it from me. After thinking about it, he told me the truth.

"In the 1970s and 1980s, there was a large steel mill nearby. You know that the steel industry in Hejian City has always been famous. Your steel mill is the largest steel mill in Hejian City. Later, there was a safety accident and it almost went bankrupt. Then there was some trouble and finally moved to Fuzhou County."

Of course, I understand what Lin Hualong meant by "some trouble". Is it the haunted ghost?

And the haunted ghost is probably the worker of the steel mill that I pulled last night.

"Last night, at the second stop of the last bus of Route 14, I picked up more than a dozen workers from the steel mill. I felt something was wrong as soon as they got on the bus, but I couldn't tell what was wrong. What was wrong?"

This is the truth. As soon as they got on the bus yesterday, I felt something was wrong.

I was relieved when I saw them pay the coin and sit in the back chatting and laughing.

I didn't expect that people have many different looks, and so do ghosts.

Luckily, they didn't really hurt me. It was what I dreamed about yesterday.

I think it should be my own problem. What you think about during the day, you will dream at night.