The Last Train to Hell

If someone steals anything, it will be a trouble for the bus company.

Old An, this room is shabby.

How much can it be worth?

"Old An, what you said is interesting. The bus company hired you to look after the garage, not to look after this security room. Look at this security room. It looks like a doghouse. What's so good about it? Even if you open the door, no one will come in to steal things."

I'm telling the truth. The most valuable thing in the security room is the TV.

But it's also a TV from a long time ago.

This kind of TV is basically not worth much now. If you sell it second-hand, it may not be sold for 300 yuan.

Today, everyone went to the underground garage of the bus company, so they must be stealing parts from the car.

"Oh, I'm just sleepy, I think it's not safe to leave the door open. If you're here to drive, go to the garage and wait. If you're not here to drive, go home and rest. What's the point of you coming here in the middle of the night to let me sleep?"

Old Antou was acting like a scoundrel, but I didn't feel helpless.

He had a plan, I had a ladder.

I sat down on the bed of Kobotou and picked up the remote control next to his pillow.

Turn on the TV directly.

Then he said pretentiously.

"Why are you so stingy? I came early and wanted to watch TV. You don't have to pay the electricity bill yourself, the company will pay for it. Why are you so stingy?"

I said it very easily, and that's the truth.

Whether it's the electricity bill or the water bill of the security room, Old Antou doesn't have to worry about it.

The bus company also provides him with meals and money every month.

Why does he care whether I watch TV here or not?

Or maybe he has something on his mind, and he's afraid that I'll ask him questions that he can't answer.

So he just doesn't want to face me.

It's not impossible, but he doesn't want to face me.

He can't stop me from forcing my way in, and he can't stop me from being shameless.

This is the security room of the bus company, and I'm the bus company's driver.

Even if I force my way in, Old An has no reason to call the police.

That's why I have the courage to kick the door directly. If this is Old An's own home, I definitely won't kick the door directly.

After all, kicking the door in is considered trespassing and illegal intrusion. If Old An calls the police, I'll probably have to go to jail again.

"What are you doing here, kid? Can't you watch TV with your phone? What's the point of coming here to bully an old man like me? Is it easy for me to be a security guard?"

Old An's words were also very convincing, but he seemed to want to scare me off.

But I'm a dog-skin plaster now, and I want to persuade me to quit.

No chance!

It's better to think of a way to end things here as soon as possible.

I think the existence of Old An must have his meaning.

Actually, I thought about asking Tingting if she could tell me.

But I don’t think what Tingting said is credible.

I was very upset, and when I looked at Old An, my eyes were full of impatience.

I glared at him coldly.

Old An was frightened by my eyes, and wanted to open his mouth to say something, but in the end he said nothing.

I was very impatient, but it wasn’t because of my bad attitude.

It was mainly because he looked like I was deliberately bullying him.

But now, in this situation, I am deliberately bullying him.

I was angry, why did I become like this?

But I felt bored, if it wasn’t for the pressure of life, why would I bully an elderly widow?

Old An was not easy either, he relied entirely on working in the bus company to have a place to rely on in his old age.

Otherwise, if he left the bus company, who would be willing to take care of him at his age?

And he had to provide food and accommodation, and give him money.

"Actually, have you guessed what I want to do? You don't want me to have more contact with you, but I also have my own difficulties."

I simply laid out the words, saying that he has his difficulties, and I have mine.

Then it depends on who is tight-lipped and who can keep things in his heart?

I think it might be Old Antou, after all, he has never leaked a single bit of information about the last bus on Route 14 in these years.

And no matter what, he is much older than me, and has eaten more salt than I have drunk soup.

I may not be able to get the upper hand in his hands, but I feel unwilling not to try.

If I really have to accept my fate like this, I really feel unhappy in my heart.

Why should I accept my fate, who doesn't want to live?

What's wrong with the last bus on Route 14? It's been so long, and he didn't do anything to me, right?

On the contrary, those people who had a hard time with me at the beginning,

whether it was the yellow-skinned demon or something else, it's not certain what they have become now.

Whether they are still alive or not is another matter.

Anyway, the current situation is not the worst for me.

We can take it one step at a time. There will always be a way out.

Since they dare to come to me to deal with these things, I have full confidence.

I can deal with these things well. As for the final result, what will it be? That's another matter.

The old man didn't say anything, and took out a box of cigarettes from somewhere.

He smoked in front of me. Seeing him puffing and puffing, he looked very comfortable, and I was envious.

But no matter how envious I was, I definitely couldn't smoke. I am still quite taboo about cigarettes.

Who doesn't have a good eye for this? When I smoke my life span, I must not cry to death.

I didn’t die because of the last bus on No. 14, my worry was that I was committing suicide.

That goes as the saying goes, if you don't seek death, you won't die.

"Okay, don't talk so much. I won't make it difficult for you. If you want to say something, just say it. If you don't want to say it, just say it. I'll just watch a movie. You don't have to take me to heart. If you're afraid I'll ask you questions, don't speak. ""

I did say this on purpose, to trick Lao Antou into letting down his guard.

As long as he lets down his guard, I can get close to him.

Of course, this old guy would definitely not be able to do it and remain silent beside him.

As long as I find topics with him from time to time, it's no problem if I don't talk for a day, and it's no problem if I don't talk for two days.

After a long time, he will definitely not be able to hold it in. As long as he starts talking to me, it will be like a surging river that cannot be contained.

When the time comes that you can’t hold it back, it’s only natural that you tell me something.

I think the next cooperation between the two of us will be very pleasant.

He wouldn't deceive me on purpose.

The old man nodded and focused directly on the TV.

I saw that he didn't want to talk to me, and I wasn't in a hurry to get close to him.

Now he is like a frightened rabbit, very wary of me.

I have to let him get used to my presence and put down his guard before I can approach him.