The car started and drove for half an hour before it stopped again.

Although it was a bus, there were not many platforms to go to the suburbs, and there were no people beside the platform in the middle of the night, so the bus master did not stop and just asked if anyone wanted to get off.

At this time, he had already driven out of Zhongshan City and entered the suburbs. The lights on the roadside became scarce, and he could basically no longer meet other vehicles passing by.

"Ahem..."

Fang Yuan opened his eyes and looked at the middle-aged man who was constantly coughing tiredly. He felt Fang Yuan's gaze. The middle-aged man glanced at him with an apology.

After being woken up, the middle-aged man coughed constantly, and Fang Yuan could not fall asleep anymore. So he looked at his mobile phone and searched for the supernatural incident in Zhongshan City. Unfortunately, he didn't find any of them.

But this is not surprising. After all, when a woman named Tong Qian saw that she was from a mysterious organization, it was very simple to suppress these things.

Even if people experience these things, they will not talk nonsense everywhere. It is the same thing if others believe it or not. If they just give you a feudal superstition and send you in for a few years, it will not be worth the loss.

"Brother, where are you going?"

The middle-aged man tightened his coat and rubbed his hands and asked, as if he felt cold in a cotton coat on this August day.

"Northwest travel."

Fang Yuan raised his head and glanced at the middle-aged man, and replied absent-mindedly.

After all, even if you see this thing on TV, you will feel furious, let alone experience it yourself.

"Northwest travel."

When he heard this, a look of excitement flashed in the middle-aged man's eyes.

"I have built a house in the northwest. That place is where rich people live."

The middle-aged man revealed envy in his tone.

"Haha, that's okay. A few years ago, when the house price was not high, my family paid in installments. It happened to be empty and no one lived there." Fang Yuan responded and looked at the middle-aged man. He was wearing a thin blue down jacket in summer, and he was still a little cold, rubbing his hands back and forth.

I was a little strange but didn't think much about it. After all, everyone has different physical constitutions. Some people have to hold an umbrella when taking a car, such as the old lady in the last row, although it is a bit weird.

When he got on the bus, he actually wanted to wait for the next car or take a taxi. However, when he thought about it, the northwest journey was nearly two hours away from the city, and the road was basically deserted. I guess the taxi driver would not want to do it. Moreover, this was the last one, so I would wait for tomorrow.

"Yes, housing prices fell sharply in the past few years. I had known that they had risen so quickly, so I would have made up my loans to the northwest traveler in the northwest. It was a pity."

As he said that, the middle-aged man seemed to have recalled something, and his voice became smaller and smaller. He pondered for a while before saying:

"Although the price of Northwest Travel Home is high now, something happened before. I advise you to sell the house earlier and buy another one."

When Fang Yuan heard this, his spirit was slightly tense. He didn't need to guess too much that there should be some major accidents or some strange and strange things in this northwest journey.

When he bought a house, he didn't know much about Northwest Travel.

However, he smiled and said, "Brother, don't joke. This house that travels northwest can be regarded as the best in Zhongshan City, so how can it be sold?"

"Oh, is there any smoke?"

The middle-aged man sighed, looked at Fang Yuan with a deep look, and asked.

"Pu"

The sound of Fang Yuan's lighter sounded, and the flames were beating in the air. The middle-aged man took a greedy and forceful breath, as if it was warmer, and then he said:

"I haven't smoked cigarettes for a long time. I'm really nostalgic. I still remember that at that time, the northwest travelling was still a construction site, and there were work racks everywhere. A worker named Zhou quarreled with his wife at home and wanted to divorce. When he was working, he was absent-minded and fell off the rack. His right hand was cut off by a steel bar. Then the person fell into the mud machine, and the whole machine turned blood red in an instant. Some people said he was infected, some said he was drugged, but in short, there were many words."

When Fang Yuan heard this, a picture suddenly appeared in his mind and couldn't help but frown.

"Then, the construction site often goes like that. If I don't say it, you should understand. I don't have anything to help you with a cigarette. I would like to advise you. After four stops, you can get off the bus. You will change the driver after the bus. After the four stops, you will not stop again. You should try to live in the houses that travel northwest as little as possible." After the middle-aged man took his last breath of cigarettes, he threw the cigarette butts on the ground, got up and walked to the last row to sit, and was separated from the old lady with an umbrella.

Passing this site?

Fang Yuan glanced at the people on the bus with some confusion. At this time, there were no extra people getting on the bus, nor did anyone get off the bus. It was still exactly the same as when I got on the bus, and the people in the car were drowsy.

Traveling northwest is the end of this bus.

Fang Yuan turned his head and looked at the middle-aged man, and found that the latter was closing his eyes and did not look at him.

"The funeral home has arrived. Please get off the car through the back door. Please be careful when passengers at the car door."

The mechanized female voice echoed inside the car, and the creaking sound of the vehicle sounded, then stopped beside the platform, and the driver walked down first, then changed into a driver wearing a black coat, wearing a hat, and couldn't see his face clearly.

Fang Yuan looked out the window tiredly, and suddenly his eyes froze. A 60-70-year-old woman sat across the street with an iron basin and a bag of paper money.

"How could this old lady burn paper here in the middle of the night?" Fang Yuan's mind flashed with doubts. There was no household in the funeral home within a radius of more than ten miles. Where did this lady come from?

Suddenly a cold air surged onto his heavenly spirit cap. Could this grandma be a ghost?

He hurriedly withdrew his gaze and looked at the driver.

But the driver was still sitting in the car and was not ready to start. What were he waiting for?

Just when Fang Yuan wanted to ask the driver why he didn't start the car, a young man sitting in front shouted loudly: "Master, why aren't you driving yet? I'm in a hurry!"

Fang Yuan glanced at him. It was the young man who got on the bus with him before. However, he saw a hint of panic flashing in the young man's eyes. Then his companion pulled the corner of his clothes, and he pulled his neck and lowered his head.

Strangely, the driver seemed to have not heard it, nor did he mean to start a car.

Suddenly, the grandma who was burning paper outside the window heard a shrill cry, and she cried while burning, her voice was very miserable.

Funeral home? Could it be that her family had just been sent to the funeral home and she came to cry? Fang Yuan's eyes were attracted by the old lady's crying.

"Brother, is it a 301 bus to get off this car?" A little girl's voice suddenly came from the back door. Fang Yuan moved his eyes back from the window and looked at the little girl.

This little girl looks about fourteen or fifteen years old, carrying a backpack like a schoolbag, a long ponytail tied into a braid and dragged it behind her head, a white and oval face, and a pair of watery eyes under her curved eyebrows were staring at Fang Yuan at this time.

"It should be." Fang Yuan said with some uncertainty.

"Okay, thank you brother." She smiled sweetly, stepped on her calf and quietly got into the car from the back door, and sat next to Fang Yuan.

"Uh... Little sister, do you have no money to pay the bus fare?" Although she felt that the little girl was a little weird, Fang Yuan couldn't help but remind her, and handed her a one-dollar coin.

The little girl was obviously stunned for a moment, looked at Fang Yuan, then her eyes were bent into crescent moons, took the coin and smiled sweetly, "Thank you brother."

Then he jumped down and rushed towards the coin-operated device. Looking at the little girl's back, his heart also felt warm, and he remembered a figure deep in his memory.

"Meow!"

A cat's cry pulled back his thoughts, then he turned his head and looked beside him. The little girl's backpack was placed on the seat, with a cat bag on it, and there was a black kitten inside, looking at Fang Yuan pitifully.

"Brother, is my kitten cute?" The little girl's voice suddenly rang out. At some point, she was already standing next to her seat.

Rumble!

The car finally started.

Fang Yuan's eyes turned to the road, but found that the old lady had long disappeared.

"It's pretty cute." He came to his senses and said with a smile.

"Then, why don't you give it to you?" The little girl blinked playfully, sat in her seat, holding the cat bag.

The kitten inside seemed to hear what she said and yelled in resistance.

"It seems a little unwilling to do so, you should keep it yourself." Fang Yuan seemed to be in a much better mood and joked with the little girl.

"May I have your name?"

"Liu Yiyi, everyone in my family called me Xingnu."

Fang Yuan was slightly stunned: "Xingnu? Why is it so strange that she has such a strange nickname?"

"Brother, where are you going to get off?" No one in the bus spoke, very quietly, so Liu Yiyi's voice came into Fang Yuan's ears very clearly.

"I? I should have gotten off after a few stops." Fang Yuan remembered what the middle-aged man said before, and hesitated for a moment.

"Dingdong! Northwest Mountain has arrived. Please bring your belongings, get off the car from the back door, and get off the car and leave."

The car stopped steadily, arrived at the Northwest Hill platform, and the door opened.

A row of people wearing mourning clothes and mourning faces were standing at the door of the car. They seemed to be getting on the car, and Fang Yuan's eyes narrowed slightly.

“It’s so weird.”

What does it mean to be a silence in the middle of the night, and to run around wearing mourning clothes and mourning clothes?

There were five people on board at this station in Northwest Mountain. They were men and women, and their faces were extremely bad. They didn't take off their filial clothes when they arrived in the car. They seemed to have been used to this kind of clothes. All the five people walked towards the back car, which was the direction of the old man holding an umbrella.

"Is it a human? a ghost?" They passed by Fang Yuan and brought a ray of cold wind. As they arrived, the car fell into death-like silence again.

He was feeling hesitant in his heart, and he couldn't help but feel a little numb.

"Or? Get off here..." At this time, he was a little nervous and wanted to get off in Northwest Mountain.

"Get down, at worst, I can walk back, it's not far anyway."

After looking at the people in the car, Fang Yuan gritted his teeth, stood up from the seat with gold, and prepared to get off the car, but it seemed that the space was too small. Liu Yiyi was still holding a cat bag and got stuck in place for a moment.

I don’t know if it was Liu Yiyi’s intention, but Fang Yuan always felt that she was deliberately giving way in a hurry.

"Master, there will be someone getting off the car later."

However, the driver seemed to have not heard Fang Yuan's voice, and the car continued to start.

The scenery on both sides slowly retreated, and the darkness swallowed everything. The 301 bus floated like a lonely boat, floating in the center of the boundless night.

The atmosphere in the car was extremely depressing. Fang Yuan secretly glanced at the five people sitting in the last. He was white from head to toe. His clothes were not locked, his waist was tied with a twelve rope, and his facial muscles were stiff, as if he had been crying for too long and had a brief period of loss of consciousness.

Looking at Liu Yiyi, the latter smiled and stuck out his tongue at him.
To be continued...