The Last Train to Hell

When I returned to the company, it was almost two o'clock in the morning. Jin Suocheng appeared out of nowhere and looked at me faintly. That look made me feel very uncomfortable.

"You're back, kid. You're really lucky. Maybe you'll be the first driver of the last bus on Route 14 to survive successfully."

What Jin Suocheng said was profound, and of course I understood that what he wanted to express was not what he meant on the surface.

I'm afraid it's telling me that the driver of the last bus on Route 14 will definitely die or be disabled. I won't be the luckiest one. I escaped by chance today, and there will be tomorrow.

There's always a chance it could kill me.

I sneered at Jin Suocheng, not wanting to pay attention to him, and took a few steps outside.

Suddenly I remembered that this month’s salary has not been paid to me yet, and it has been returned to me.

"Captain Jin, for a state-owned enterprise as big as ours, it's not okay to default on employees' wages. How long has this been going on? Please give me your wages."

Jin Suocheng didn't expect that I would still be in the mood to ask him for salary. Anyway, what I was thinking was, why don't I want salary?

I drive in the middle of the night every day just for money. Now they don’t give me any money, which is too unethical.

A moment of astonishment flashed across his face, and Jin Suocheng immediately smiled and looked at me with eyes full of amusement.

"You're quite interesting, kid. I'll give you your salary tomorrow, but you don't drive during the day, so how will your salary be calculated?"

Jin Suocheng kicked the ball over again, and I looked at him with a smile on my face.

He barely suppressed the anger in his heart, "Captain Jin said, I think one trip on the last bus on Route 14 should be more tiring than all the drivers on the day shift who have to drive for a whole day."

I didn't lie at all. I drove the last train in the middle of the night. It was a hard work.

Now many obstacles and troubles have been added, and driving out every day is like jumping over and over again on the line of death.

Jin Suocheng didn't speak anymore, and I didn't want to say anything more to him, so I left the garage directly.

After I left the garage, Lao Antou locked the garage directly.

I really wanted to remind him that Jinsuo City was still inside, but then I thought about it, and it was probably the evil spirit named Fourth Master pretending to be Jinsuo City.

So when he entered and exited the garage, he didn't need to pass by Lao Antou at all.

When Wang Jiuye appeared in Jinsuocheng just now, he got directly into my body and didn't show up at all.

Actually, I'm very confused. If Wang Jiuye doesn't show up, will Jinsuocheng pretend that he doesn't exist?

He has helped me a lot during this time, and I'm afraid I can't hide it from Jinsuo City at all.

My inner thoughts were not hidden from Wang Jiuye, and he naturally noticed my thoughts immediately.

Knowing what I was thinking, Wang Jiuye was helpless.

"You kid, haven't you heard a sentence? Pretending to be confused pretending to understand. As long as he doesn't see me, he can only pretend that he doesn't know, and he won't completely break his face."

I don't know what he means by tearing up the skin, but I don't have much curiosity in my heart right now.

When I got home, I saw Master Lin and the old man from the daytime in the middle of the room.

And the incense burner I brought back from my hometown. The incense burner appeared in the house intact, which made me feel incredible.

When I saw the blood stains on both of their bodies, I felt it wasn't worth it.

The incense burner is a dead thing, and nothing is more important than living. Besides, the incense burner was taken away.

I can get it back sooner or later, and I'm not a bad person. It's just that the time is not right now.

At least that's what I thought, but I didn't expect that these two people, even more impatient than me, would snatch the incense burner back.

"Are you two going to fight? No matter how old you are, why are you still doing something that only these passionate young people like?"

I quickly found the medical kit and cleaned their wounds.

It looked like the injury was serious, but it wasn't actually that serious.

The incense burner looked exactly the same as before it was taken away, but when I held it in my hand, I felt something was different.

But if I were to say what was different, I couldn’t tell.

"Boy, put it down quickly. You can't touch this thing now, otherwise you will die in less than three days, and even the King of Hell will not be able to save you."

The uncle said weakly, but still insisted on taking the incense burner away from my hand.

Seeing his reaction, I can basically confirm that something went wrong during the time the incense burner was taken away.

I just don’t know what happened. I recall the feeling of holding the incense burner in my hand just now.

It seems to be much colder than before, holding it in my hand is like holding a piece of ice, and there is still resentment. I don't know how I feel resentment from the incense burner.

"You kid, stay away from this thing. In the past few days, some people have used the blood of living people to sacrifice this thing, preparing to awaken the sleeping spirits inside."

Master Lin scolded me mercilessly and had no intention of saving my face.

Awakening of sleeping spirits? Is there a spirit inside the incense burner?

After thinking about it, I thought it was normal. The incense burner was originally enshrined in Yi Zhuang, so it is reasonable for there to be spirits inside.

Why do those people offer incense burners and sacrifice the blood of living people, so that they are not afraid of being attacked by spirits?

I sat aside again, far away from the incense burner, not because I was timid.

But the uncle and Master Lin, both of them are doing it for my own good, if I don’t know what is good and what is bad.

If I insist on pushing forward, isn't this just trying to make people dislike me?

Master Lin took out a piece of yellow cloth from inside his clothes. It looked old.

I even doubted whether this cloth was originally white. Master Lin kept it close to him every day, so it was soaked with sweat, so this color appeared.

When Master Lin shook himself, I smelled the sweat on the cloth. I have to say that this sweat smell is really too intoxicating.

"How long have you not washed this thing?"

I couldn't help asking.

Master Lin rolled his eyes at me, as if he didn't care about the sand coins.

I saw him wrap the incense burner with yellow cloth and stick a talisman paper on it.

Throw it directly into the window.

I couldn't understand it. What I fought so hard to get back was just thrown into the window casually? What if someone else got it back?

Thinking of the stick I got that day, I subconsciously began to observe the situation around me.

Since I saw the true face of this building that day, I completely let myself go.

Anyway, no one would care about me whether I was dancing or singing karaoke upstairs.

After all, I was the only living person in the whole building.

After charging my phone and turning it on, I saw several incoming calls.

Unfortunately, my phone was out of battery and turned off, so I couldn't answer any of the calls.

The phone number looked unfamiliar, and after a closer look, I realized it was from the Public Security Bureau.