The Last Train to Hell

It's just that these shift workers died miserably in the end, and the No. 14 train was also cursed.

Is it what I thought? Is the curse of the No. 14 last train related to them?

I have some doubts, and I want to confirm this idea, and I don't think it's impossible.

Their death has nothing to do with the No. 14 last train, so how can they hate the No. 14 last train?

If it's just because they took the No. 14 last train home.

After death, they were angry about the No. 14 last train, and then killed so many people. These steel mill workers are probably demons.

If they are not demons, how can they be so bad?

I can understand that they have complaints and anger in their hearts.

Because if it were anyone, he would not feel happy if he died miserably.

But isn't it a bit unkind to vent your anger on other innocent people because of this?

I am very sure that the cause of death of these steel mill workers has nothing to do with the No. 14 last train.

After all, there were nine drivers of the No. 14 last train, and I know all their life stories.

It's not that I know everything. At least I know what they experienced after they started the last bus on Route 14.

And the first day of the last bus on Route 14 had nothing to do with these things. After all, the steel mill had moved away at that time.

I continued to listen to them talking. They were talking about trivial things.

What about Erzhuzi, do you want to hug your wife when you go home tonight?

And when Dazhuang goes home tonight, will his wife let him go to bed?

What they said was quite meaningless, but it's normal for men to tell dirty jokes together.

When I was a security guard, I would often tell some meaningless dirty jokes when I talked with my friends at work.

But I never talk about these with strangers, mainly because I'm afraid that they will think I'm too cheap or have no quality.

It's okay to joke with familiar people.

But forget about strangers, right? Joking with strangers can easily give others a bad impression.

Before they died, they were ordinary people, and they were all people who worked hard for life. Would they really become so cruel because of their miserable death?

I was thinking about these things, so I couldn't help but be a little careless when driving. Fortunately, there were no cars at this time.

What's more, this was my dream. Even if I let go of the steering wheel, there would be no problem.

Nothing cruel happened this time, but I was still forced to wake up from my sleep and took out my phone to check. It was 4:30.

This time I was really helpless. When I put down my phone just now, I remembered clearly that the time was 4:17.

So I listened to people talking for thirteen minutes.

Then I was forced to wake up from my sleep again.

This time I didn't want to continue playing with my phone. I threw my phone aside and was busy preparing to go back to sleep.

However, physical fatigue could not match the excitement of the spirit.

I tossed and turned and couldn't sleep, my eyes were round.

Fortunately, people's eyes don't glow, otherwise it would be scary in the middle of the night.

I don't know how long it took, but I finally fell asleep drowsily.

It was still the last bus of Line 14. This time, there was no sound of talking on the bus, and no one got on when it stopped at the second stop.

I stopped there for two minutes and then drove away from the platform. I drove forward about a hundred meters and heard the sound of ambulances behind me.

And it was not just one ambulance that made the sound, but many ambulances.

I pulled the bus to the side and stopped it. Unexpectedly, it blocked the ambulance's way.

The bus was like a barrier, directly blocking all the ambulances.

I don't know if the ambulance driver drank fake wine, and crashed into the bus one after another.

I felt that the bus was hit and moved far away, and I felt helpless.

I also guessed what happened.

Fortunately, I was still wearing a seat belt at this time, otherwise when the bus was hit, I was afraid that I would be half dead.

However, the workers in the steel mill died many years ago. Could it be that the driver of the last bus on Route 14 died because of operating errors?

In this case, the last bus on Route 14 and the death of the workers in the steel mill are still related.

But what does it have to do with me? And from the perspective of traffic law.

There is no problem for me to park on the side of the road. The road here is dotted, not solid, and you can change lanes.

The cars behind me hit me one after another, just like aiming at a bow and arrow. I was stunned.

When I thought of this, I saw all the ambulance drivers get off and point at me and curse.

I suddenly understood something. There was no surveillance in this era. If they insisted on calling a cat a dog, I couldn't explain it clearly.

I told them that the responsibility was not mine.

They would also try to put the responsibility on me, and maybe even say that I blocked the ambulance from saving people.

If they put all the responsibility on me, they would be able to escape, and I would be the only unlucky scapegoat.

If they didn't put the responsibility on me, the death of the injured in the ambulance would be theirs, and they would have to pay for the repair of the bus.

There were no surveillance cameras, and all the testimonies depended on their mouths.

I don’t have the ability to argue with other scholars, so in the end I could only knock out my teeth and swallow it in my stomach.

Trying to figure out what their intentions were, I suddenly understood something.

I looked at the condition of the ambulances and I have to say that the quality of ambulances for this era is pretty good.

The bus was full of potholes, and the ambulance's lights were broken at best.

If they can prioritize, they will take the injured to the hospital first.

Even if he will be blamed by his superiors, the life of the injured person may be saved.

At least it won't be delayed for too long and the best rescue time won't be missed.

But in their hearts, they shirk responsibility, do not want to take responsibility for their own mistakes, and want to pull a scapegoat to act as a scapegoat.

So I was unwilling to leave and insisted on waiting for the police to come and deal with the problem.

So the reason why the steel plant workers died in pain was because of them, not the last train on Route 14.

Maybe there is a certain reason for the last bus on Route 14, but the bigger reason lies with these drivers.

"You are confusing right and wrong, so you are not afraid that the wounded in the car will die and turn into spirits in the future. Are you going to settle the score?"

I stared at them fiercely. After saying this, I woke up from my sleep again. This time I felt a lot of water on my body.

The water felt a bit sticky. When I turned on the bedside lamp, I realized that I was sweating.