Superman's Journey

It had been a long time since the street where Lincoln was located had anyone who dared to stand on the street at nine o'clock in the evening, and the ghosts and ghosts who had been lurking in the dark for an unknown amount of time had already become unbearable.

If it weren't for the rules restricting them, I'm afraid they would have already turned into hungry beasts and rushed towards Lincoln.

The second hand ticked one by one, and the roadside surveillance camera was running, capturing Lincoln's figure clearly. The expressions of the people in Jianghe City's Special Affairs Bureau suddenly changed.

"Look, there are still people on Changping Street who haven't gone back!" Wen Li's voice was full of anxiety.

"What did you say? Changping Street?!" Guan Feng rushed over, with cold sweat breaking out on his forehead: "I remember that there seems to be only one ghost in that place."

"Yeah." Lu Lu nodded with his arms crossed.

"Bus No. 303, the first batch of ghosts that appeared 15 years ago, has not been removed until now. It appears at the Changping Street bus station on time at 30:[-] every night. It runs every [-] minutes, and there are four shifts in total. The man on the bus, neither ghost nor human, has never appeared again. He is dead."

"No, we must stop him!" Wen Li immediately stood up

"Don't be stupid!" Lu Jun stopped her: "After nine o'clock in the evening, the entire Changping Street is under the control of 303. If it is other places, it can be saved in the past, but not over there."

"Why?" Wen Li, who just joined the Special Affairs Bureau not too long ago and didn't know much about 303, argued hard: "As long as he can prevent him from boarding that bus, wouldn't it be fine?"

"Haven't you understood?" Lu Jun said, "The bus is just the appearance, and Changping Street is the essence. Unless you enter Changping Street after [-]:[-], you will be locked the moment you enter. "

"Even if you pull him away from Changping Street now, he will meet 303 again in the future, and he will not be restricted in time and place. At any time, he only needs to stand on any bus platform to board the bus, and he will be the last one to get on the bus." It's 303."

"This is the real horror of this ghost. From the moment he entered Changping Street, he has been locked. No one can save him except himself."

The information from the army made Wen Li silent: "Then, why can't the streets be closed?"

"It was done once before. Later, 303 reopened a bus stop on Changping Street."

Looking at Lincoln on the screen, Lu Jun sighed and patted Wen Li on the shoulder: "You are new here, so you don't understand. Even we are helpless when facing those ghosts most of the time."

"Finding their rules, using them, and taking advantage of them, that's what we usually do instead of fighting those guys head-on."

"Pray for him, maybe he will be the first person to survive the 303 bus."

In order to maintain a sense of surprise, Lincoln did not use his super senses to conduct a thorough search of the world, so that he still does not know that there is a 303 bus on this street.

But this did not prevent him from finding a bus stop to sit down and wait for the bus.

He is also a person who has read a lot of novels, among other things, the supernatural bus is almost an iron-clad monster. He does not believe that there is no supernatural bus in this world. …

In the Bureau of Special Affairs, Wen Li watched helplessly as Lincoln found a bus stop, watched bus 303 appear on time at [-]:[-], and watched Lincoln get on the bus.

It wasn't until this time that she really understood how powerless human beings are in the face of these ghosts. Even if she is already a professional, sometimes she still cannot prevent and restore the tragedy from happening.

Wen Li of the Special Affairs Bureau felt sad in her heart, but Lincoln was very happy, because he guessed right, there was indeed a bus that looked wrong.

With a bang, the bus door opened, and Lincoln got on the bus in three steps at a time. An extremely strong, almost substantive yin and malice immediately circled around Lincoln.

With a sound of Dong, the bus door was closed tightly behind him. The bus driver didn't move at all, his head turned ninety degrees abruptly like a robot, and a pair of lifeless but terrifying eyes stared straight at him. Staring at Lincoln: "Get in the car and pay the fare, two yuan."

Lincoln stood on the right side of the front of the car and looked at the driver: "Can I do it next time?"

The driver didn't answer, but just repeated rigidly like a robot: "Get on the bus and pay the fare, two yuan."

He repeated his words, and the ghosts that were originally looking out of the car turned their heads to look at Lincoln, and the malice towards the living people in their eyes was not concealed in the slightest.

Lincoln had been watched by many people before, but he was watched by a car full of ghosts. This was the first time in his life. He was silent for a moment, and reached out to remove the railing of the bus, twisting it into two The coin-sized iron sheet was stuffed into the coin box, and then he continued to look at the driver: "Is this okay?"

The driver looked at the coin box, then at Lincoln, and after a moment of silence: "Get on the bus and pay the fare, two yuan."

This time, the malice on those ghost passengers who had been staring straight at Lincoln grew even stronger, and the enveloping yin and malice were so strong that they could instantly kill an ordinary person.

It seemed that the next moment, they would charge up and tear Lincoln apart.

Lincoln didn't care about this, he just looked at the driver and said, "Hey, another guy who wants money!"

While he was talking, the coin box on the bus was torn open with a swipe of Dong. After reaching in and fumbling for a few times, Lincoln took all the dozens of coins inside.

Needless to say, this ghost money is a bit different from human money. Apart from the numbers and patterns, it is also entangled with a strong yin, which is obviously different from the two coins that Lincoln just picked up.

After throwing away two bubbling jobs, Lincoln straightened the coin box in front of the driver, and then dropped two coins into it: "Is this all right?"

There was a clanging sound, and as the coins fell to the ground, the malice emanating from the ghost passengers that was on the verge of detonation suddenly dissipated, and even the eyes that were staring directly at Lincoln looked out the window again.

The driver looked at the torn coin box, did not speak, but continued to stare at Lincoln.

The other passengers stopped talking. Will Lincoln let him be the driver?of course not! …

He strode forward, threw all five fingers and a big fight, and slapped the driver's head straight: "Okay, just drive the fuck, you delay my time, you can afford it you!"

While talking, he shook the coin box a couple more times, took out the two coins he had put in before, and stuffed them into his pocket.

The driver held the steering wheel with both hands and remained motionless, as if silently protesting Lincoln's actions. The next moment, Lincoln's feet were printed on his body.

To people, Lincoln would not be so cruel, but the guy in front of him is not a human at first glance, so of course he is 'reasonable'.

Controlling the strength in his hands, Lincoln used both fists and kicks to 'persuade' the conscientious driver in just two or three minutes. The 3, which had stopped on the road for nearly five minutes, finally restarted.

The people in the Special Affairs Bureau who watched this scene were stunned: "What's going on? Why did the 303 bus stop for so long today?"

"I don't know! The car has been parked there since that person went up just now, and the camera couldn't capture what happened inside."

"Damn it, report it immediately, and say that there is an abnormality on the 303 bus."

The abnormality of the 303 bus made the people of the Special Affairs Bureau feel like an enemy. Lincoln didn't know about it. After cleaning up the driver, his next target was the passengers in the bus.

Like the drivers, each of these guys is also a money-seeker.

Of course, Lincoln didn't dislike their open-eyed behavior, because he himself was the same.

Dozens of coins were found in the coin box, calculated as two coins per 'person', just enough to match the number of people in the car.

The money in the coin box on the bus had already been scooped up by Lincoln. He touched the driver's body when he did it before, but there was no money.

In this way, his only targets are the passengers in the car.

Somewhat immoral, but reasonable.

To make trouble one by one, of course Lincoln would not do this, after 'pacifying' the driver, he stood directly at the front of the car, and said loudly: "Come on, everyone is looking at me, the bus fare has increased, everyone Take out the money on your body and pay the fare!"

All the ghosts:? ? ?
Even though they were dead objects restricted by the rules, Lincoln was still stunned when he saw the living Lincoln who dared to rob under the guise of a bus.

Their hideous eyes stared closely at Lincoln, as if they wanted to see him to death.

Faced with such silent protests, Lincoln certainly would not condone them!
He walked slowly to a ghost passenger with disheveled hair who looked like Sadako, and suddenly slapped her face with a slap: "I'm talking to you! Can't you hear me? Are you deaf?!"

Lincoln's sudden attack made the maliciousness boiling on the female ghost a little incoherent. Then, before she could stare at Lincoln again, she was pulled out by the hair with one hand and beat her up violently.

"No money! No money! What kind of bus do you take if you don't give money? Is there no cost for my hard work to operate the bus? How dare you evade fares!"

With the first punch, the female ghost's head was deflated. Although the repair was completed in an instant, the yin energy on her body dissipated a little. With the second punch, she split open, and more yin energy dissipated. …

In less than half a minute, the body-like female ghost with extremely condensed yin energy turned into a misty cloud, as if it would disappear completely in the next moment.

Realizing that she might really be beaten to death as a ghost, the female ghost succumbed. With her pale hands trembling, she raised all the money on her body to Lincoln, begging for a way out.

He collected the female ghost's ticket money calmly, and the anger on Lincoln's face was immediately replaced by a smile, and he picked her up and put her back on the seat: "Tell me, if you pay the money earlier, it's over. I was beaten in vain."

Female ghost: ╥﹏╥
After letting the poor female ghost go, Lincoln's eyes drifted to the remaining passengers, and the footsteps sounded like heavy drums, resounding in the hearts of all the ghost passengers.

The ghost passengers who can get on the 303 bus are all good in strength, but there is a lesson from the female ghost who was almost killed, so no ghost dares to stand up and fight Lincoln.

It is a shame to be robbed by a living person, but if the bus fare is increased, this reason becomes acceptable.

Lincoln didn't let Lincoln do anything else, and all the money on the ghost passengers of the car was looted by Lincoln. If it weren't for the clothes and accessories on these guys' bodies that were bound to their bodies, maybe Lincoln would also relieve them.

A stack of paper tickets plus a lot of coins. Lincoln counted them a little. A dozen ghost passengers contributed tens of thousands of ghost coins to him. It sounds like a small amount, but it is enough. Out.

You can't take them to extract oil, can you?
Lincoln returned from the rear of the car, found a seat closest to the door and sat down. As for the original ghost in this seat, it has obediently rolled to the back.

Sitting in his seat, Lincoln began to look at the scenery outside the window.

The 303 bus is a special kind of ghost, and its driving method is also different from that of human transportation.

The scenery outside the window is changing rapidly, it seems that it is only because of the speed of the car, but in fact, it is caused by the rapid passage of different spaces.

Five minutes later, the car stopped, on a platform that Lincoln didn't recognize.

The door opened, and the other passengers in the car did not move. The female ghost who was hit by Lincoln wobbled up and got out of the car, disappearing under the lights of the platform.

At the same time, at the front door of the car, three ghosts put coins into the car and stood in the car.

The bus has a total of sixteen seats, plus the empty seats left when the female ghost left, there are only two seats left.

It was obviously not enough to divide the three ghosts into two seats. As the two ghosts found their seats one after another, the third ghost looked around and locked his eyes on the living Lincoln.

It exuded Yin and malice, and stood beside Lincoln: "This is my place."

Snapped!
With a slap, the ghost was stunned. Before it could react again, Lincoln put his foot directly on its stomach again, swung his fist and slapped it down: "Your seat! Your seat! I let you Seats! All of them don’t have eyes? Do you think I’m easy to bully?”

With a punch, the yin energy on the unlucky ghost dissipated at a speed visible to the naked eye, until finally, he was beaten to death by Lincoln on the car, only some banknotes and coins fell on the ground.

For a moment, the atmosphere in the carriage became quiet, and all the ghosts looked in the direction of the driver, hoping to see what it had to say.