The Last Train to Hell

It was one of the few things I could do. If I opened the front and back doors,

what if something suddenly got on the bus, what should I do?

Besides, no one got on the bus at this stop, so it didn't matter if I closed the door.

After driving, I heard a gasp from behind.

This gasp seemed to come from my ear, which made me shudder, my back felt cold, and the hair on my body suddenly stood up.

What is next to me?

Wang Jiuye and Sun Laoqi are now in the last row, and I am the only one in the front.

Could it be that something sneaked into the car again? That shouldn't be possible. ,

My hands holding the steering wheel were shaking a little. I wanted to speak, but I could only make a few sad cries.

The sound coming from my throat was particularly weird, but I believe it was enough to alarm Sun Laoqi and others.

Sure enough, a weird sound came from my side, and Sun Laoqi ran over immediately.

When he and Wang Jiuye were really by my side, I suddenly felt more secure.

The mouth that couldn't open at all could suddenly speak normally.

"Something sighed in my ear just now."

I said it directly, without any scruples.

Teacher Sun and the others also knew that I wouldn't joke about such things.

So the look in his eyes when he looked at me at this moment was particularly solemn.

He and Wang Jiuye had been standing next to the protective door, and as for the rest of the people, they had been guarding the last row, which was also considered to be clear work.

Until the next stop, I stopped the car and made sure that there was no one at the station, so I didn't open the door.

In fact, even if there was someone, I wouldn't open the door.

It's already chaotic enough now, so I won't cause trouble for myself.

"Open the protective door, I think there is something in your cab."

I have nothing to resist against Sun Laoqi.

Besides, we are now friends who have passed our lives together, and I am the only one left, so there is no need for him to lie to me.

What's more, I really have a killer in my hand, something that Sun Laoqi doesn't know.

If I want to do something to him, it's not impossible.

I stood up and opened the protective door, and then put my hand into my pocket without leaving any trace.

Holding the dagger in my hand, this thing is now consistent with my mind.

I can command it at will, let it become a long sword, which is an existence that can cut iron like mud, and it is just a matter of breathing.

It takes only a blink of an eye to turn it back into a dagger.

I left the cab, and Sun Laoqi sat back, constantly groping on the seat.

Finally, I took out a piece of bone from the backrest behind me.

When was this piece of bone put here, how come I don’t know?

But speaking of it, I haven’t been driving for a while, so it’s normal that I don’t know what has changed about the last bus of No. 14.

In fact, there is no need to guess who put this thing there, it’s obvious.

It’s definitely Jinsuocheng’s work. I didn’t expect that he is still tinkering with these crooked things until now.

Teacher Sun took the bone in his hand and fiddled with it carefully for a while.

Suddenly his face changed drastically, and then the bone slipped from his hand and fell to the ground, making a sound similar to jade.

What is the origin of this bone?

At this moment, even if I am not clear-headed, I realize the seriousness of the matter.

Sun Laoqi looked uneasy.

I was also a little uneasy in my heart. I had no idea where these things came from.

And he didn't intend to explain to me.

Sun Laoqi picked up the bone, walked out of the cab, and pointed at the seat, meaning that I should sit back and continue driving.

I looked at the time. It was just time, and it was indeed time to continue driving.

The next few stops were still stopped at the station, but the door was not opened. Anyway, there were no passengers.

However, when we were about to return to the bus company, it should be two stops away from the bus company.

When I stopped the car, I found that there was a person knocking on the door below. He was dirty all over and his original appearance could not be seen.

However, his walking posture was normal, which made me feel relieved, but I didn't know whether I should put him up.

Sun Laoqi stood outside the protective door and didn't say a word. It seemed that he wanted to give me the right to choose.

How could I know whether I should let him on board or not? I would leave it down there.

The last bus on Route 14 was not a normal bus. Even if I refused to take him, Jinsuocheng would not do anything to me.

But I also felt that if I really did not let him on the bus, it would be a bit too cruel.

After struggling for a while, I made up my mind and opened the front door.

This guy came up slowly. As soon as he got on the bus, he exuded a strong sour smell.

It was as if he had not showered for many days. I was familiar with this sour smell.

Because when I first arrived in Hejian City, I had not found a job or a place to live, so I had no place to shower, and the smell on my body was also this smell.

Could it be that this was just an ordinary homeless person, so what was he doing on the bus, asking me for money?

Just when I was wondering, the homeless person trembled and took out a dirty one-dollar bill from his arms.

He threw it into the coin box and then sat in the double seat at the back of the bus.

When he passed by Sun Laoqi and Wang Jiuye, he even grabbed his clothes to avoid bumping into them.

I saw that he was so cautious, so I was not so afraid of him.

He should be an ordinary homeless person. If he was a ghost, he would not be so careful.

And I saw clearly the one dollar he put into the coin box just now.

It was money that could be used normally, not some Guanyin ticket or something like that.

In fact, I wanted to ask him, why did he take the bus so late at night?

The last bus of No. 14 will be closed in a little while, and he won’t be able to sit for long.

Hejian City is located in the south, so people will not freeze to death at all.

Anyway, I haven’t heard about people freezing to death in the news in winter.

There may be people who drank too much and didn’t go home, and finally froze to death, but they didn’t make the news.

Until the bus returned to the underground garage of the bus company, I didn’t see the man in the suit.

This gave me an ominous premonition. Could something have happened to him?

As soon as I thought of this, I slapped my head.

It's okay, why think about these things?

The man in the suit is so skilled, how could anything happen to him?

I can't just talk nonsense, otherwise I'm cursing him, right?

The homeless man finally opened his eyes when I parked the car back in the underground garage.