Game of Destiny: This player is different

Along with the rustling current, there was also a series of messages that only Qin Nuo could see.

[Task type: Trial mission (special type, can only be accepted once)]

[Task name: Midnight bus]

[Task target: Take bus No. 15 at Maple Leaf Road station at 11:00 pm tonight and get off at the terminal]

[Task reward 1: Get player qualification and open the player's personal panel]

[Task reward 2: 100 game coins, 100 experience points]

[Task reward 3: Ordinary quality random item * 1]

[Task failure penalty: Obliterate]

[Hint: This mission cannot be refused]

This string of information similar to VR projection is like someone carrying a projector behind.

However, Qin Nuo's position is the last row.

The behavior of the third brother hanging dozens of people on the bus is impossible to appear in Xinghai City.

Prank?

Which director is bored enough to tease an ordinary high school student? I don't even think about it.

After eliminating all the impossible situations, no matter how unbelievable the remaining situation is, it is the fact.

So, Qin Nuo felt that he might... maybe... should... have encountered a supernatural event.

He looked around and confirmed that no one in the car noticed him.

With three parts of expectation, three parts of suspicion, three parts of confidence and one part of confusion, he lowered his voice and shouted softly to the air:

"Deep Blue?"

No one answered.

"Pretentious face-slapping system?"

"Paradise?"

"Great Sage?"

...

Qin Nuo tried all the names of the golden fingers he knew.

However, the system did not respond at all, as if it was dead.

The so-called must-have novice gift pack at the beginning was not even seen.

Could it be that the posture was wrong and I needed to kneel down?

He found a platform nearby to get off the bus and exhaled a breath of foul air.

Turned and walked into a large supermarket.

The problem of system downtime was put aside for discussion.

The task description stated that it could not be refused and the punishment for failure was eliminated.

That is, tonight's No. 15 bus, you have to take it.

So the question is, what do you need to take the bus?

Qin Nuo has his own answer.

He quickly shopped in the supermarket.

Sports backpack, mask, baseball cap, eyeliner, foundation, overalls, windbreaker...

He bought a lot of stuff.

After coming out, he turned directly into a public toilet and started to dress up in the cubicle.

As a self-reliant and part-time working youth of the new era.

Qin Nuo is proficient in various part-time job skills.

For example, vehicle driving, close combat, wilderness survival, CQB tactical drills, singing, dancing, playing basketball, etc.

Cross-dressing is just an inconspicuous one among many talents.

After a moment, when he came out of the toilet cubicle.

He has become a tall and thin young man with slanting eyes, wearing a big windbreaker, Martin boots, and a baseball cap, and suspected of being allergic to pollen and needing to wear a mask.

Even if his childhood sweetheart Fu Xiaodie stood in front of him, he couldn't recognize him in a short time.

"It's seven o'clock in the evening now. It takes at least two hours to get from Dongcheng District to Xicheng District by bus."

Qin Nuo carried a red sports bag containing school uniforms and schoolbags, and pouted helplessly.

The preparation time given by the system was too tight, and there was no time to go home to get equipment.

For personal safety considerations, he must prepare some tools to protect himself.

After thinking about it, he looked at the hardware store across the street and walked over...

It was warm and cold on the night of April.

The Maple Leaf Road platform was quiet.

Looking around for hundreds of meters, there was no one in sight.

There was only a lonely iron sign standing by the empty road, with the route map of bus No. 15 on it.

"Will the bus come? It's already half past ten, and the stop sign says the service will stop at ten o'clock."

Qin Nuo wrapped his clothes around him and stood up to move his body.

The temperature tonight was very low, and the cold wind couldn't stop drilling into the collar.

It was so cold that people were shaking.

This kind of scene and atmosphere is the perfect place to shoot a road ghost movie.

At about eleven o'clock, when Qin Nuo was bored counting ants and identifying which ones were male and which ones were female.

Accompanied by the roar of the old engine, two yellow and green lights pierced the darkness and projected on the bumpy road in the distance.

The No. 15 bus has arrived.

The bus drove very slowly. It took five minutes from seeing the lights to stopping at the station.

"Ding Dong! Maple Leaf Road has arrived. Please take your belongings and get off from the back door. Please walk carefully when you get off. The next stop is Huanghe Road."

"Vehicles are entering the station. Please pay attention to safety. No. 15 unmanned ticket bus, please get on the bus from the front door. Please pay two yuan when you get on the bus. No change is given on the bus."

The strange broadcast voice came into his ears, and Qin Nuo jumped up.

"Wow, it's already eleven o'clock.The No. 15 bus is actually in operation. "

As a materialist and atheist fighter, he originally didn't believe in monsters, gods, immortals, and monsters.

But now the facts are in front of him...a little panicked.

"Waibi Waibi, Waibi Babu.

Maka Baka, Akawaka, Aba Aba."

Qin Nuo tried to suppress his uneasiness with the aura of intelligence reduction, and forced himself to pay for the bus.

This is an old DL brand gasoline single-unit passenger car.

White background with blue edges, rusty spots on the front of the car, and an obvious dent on the right side.

Compared to the No. 15 bus I took during the day, it is a product of two completely different eras.

The floor inside the car is relatively clean, but the paint is peeling off seriously, and the seats are all made of wood.

Sitting on it is like sitting on a coffin board, very uncomfortable.

"The vehicle is starting, please sit tight and hold on. Welcome to take the No. 15 unmanned ticket bus, please go inside when you get on the bus. "

Qin Nuo did not sit down immediately, but took the opportunity to look around the car while looking for a seat.

The driver was wearing an old bus company uniform and a big hat on his head, so his face could not be seen clearly.

Facing forward, his hands seemed to be glued to the steering wheel.

Qin Nuo was dawdling in place, he did not urge, and did not even turn his head to look.

There were many passengers in the car, but three of them were different.

The first one was an office worker next to the driver's seat.

He looked haggard, weak, with sunken eye sockets and a very dangerous hairline.

Feeling the scrutiny, the man raised his head slightly and looked at each other, then quickly lowered his head, holding the briefcase in both hands as if he was afraid of losing it.

The second one was sitting at the back door , a short and fat uncle dressed in pajamas, with a big gold chain on his neck that seemed to be worth a lot of money.

The third one was a sturdy man in the second to last row, with a faint tattoo of a gangster on his arm.

The three people were of different ages and appearances, but their expressions were all anxious.

Except for them, the rest of the passengers sat in their seats in a weird posture with their backs straight, legs together, and necks drooped at 45 degrees.

Silently, as if in silence.

Qin Nuo had a blank expression on his face and found a seat near the aisle to sit down.

Next to him was a woman in a flowery dress.

Her black hair fell to the ground like a waterfall, and her skin exposed to the air showed a sickly white color.

Winter had not yet completely passed, and her dress was very unreasonable.