The Last Train to Hell

"I'm dying?"

No matter who hears such words, I am afraid they will be shocked, and I am certainly no exception.

"If you listen to me, you may be able to escape disaster today."

The girl in white looked at me with a smile, her attitude seemed much softer than before.

"My name is Su Ren, I don't know your name yet."

After I nodded in response, I began to ask the girl's name.

"Bai Xian."

Bai Xian said and sat directly on a seat behind me.

This is the seat closest to me on the bus, and I can even vaguely smell the fragrance emanating from Bai Xian's body.

This is a special smell, not too strong. I don't think it smells like perfume. It might be Bai Xian's body fragrance.

"She has body odor and a shadow. She must not be a spirit."

Through the lights inside the bus, I saw Bai Xian's shadow, which calmed my mind.

"Three minutes are almost up."

I don’t know how Bai Xian knew about the three minutes, but when the time was almost up, she did remind herself by lightly opening her red lips.

I nodded in response and started the car.

According to the pattern of weird things I encountered before, yesterday I met the blood-stained rooster at the seventh station, so today I should see the Yin soldiers crossing the road at the eighth station.

I passed the seventh station in front of me and was about to arrive at the eighth station. I suddenly became nervous.

Bai Xian was sitting behind me. He seemed to notice my nervousness and said:

"Don't be nervous, you'll be fine today as long as I'm here."

Bai Xian's voice seemed to contain special power, which gave me a sense of security.

Looking for a sense of security from Bai Xian, I couldn't help but blush slightly. This was indeed a bit embarrassing.

It was midnight, and there were no people or cars on the road. I stepped on the accelerator of the bus to the bottom, trying to get through the eighth stop as quickly as possible.

"It's been twenty minutes, why haven't you seen the eighth stop yet? This stretch of road has been passed just now!"

I couldn't see the eighth stop. The bus I was driving seemed to be in an infinite loop with no end in sight.

"Jen, don't be afraid, I'm here."

Bai Xian's voice sounded behind me. Her name for me was a bit strange. It was only one word, but I didn't feel awkward at all.

"I'm sure I was here just now. Are they going to kill me here?"

I calmed down. In fact, I still don’t know who or what they are.

"As long as I'm here, no one can kill you, Ren, close your eyes, I'm getting off."

Bai Xian's words were a bit strange. The bus was driving very fast, but she wanted me to close my eyes.

And if I don't stop, how can she get out of the car?

But just as I was about to open my mouth to say something else, I felt my head suddenly sink and my eyelids felt like weights were hanging on them.

No matter how hard I persisted, it was useless and I quickly closed my eyes!

Brake, brake! Driving with your eyes closed, isn't this the way to get into a car accident? !

I closed my eyes and yelled, but found that I couldn't control my body at all!

Uh-huh!

I don’t know how long it took, but when I opened my eyes, the bus was still traveling at high speed and had just passed the eighth stop.

Bai Xian was also missing. According to her, he should have gotten off the car.

I felt a little disappointed and forgot to ask Bai Xian for his contact information.

In addition, I still have some doubts. I wonder if the fact that I escaped a disaster today means that I have escaped from bad luck and can end the work of the No. 14 bus?

I returned home and lay on the bed in my dormitory, still wrestling with this question in my mind.

When I see Bai Xian again next week, I must ask her this question!

Finally, I made up my mind to wait for another week.

The next morning, I just woke up and received a call from Zhou Mao.

"Quickly go to No. 9413 Yinde Street to find Lin Hualong!"

There seemed to be something wrong with Zhou Mao's voice, and his words were choppy.

"Brother Zhou, what's wrong with you? Are you okay?"

I felt something was wrong with Zhou Mao, but Zhou Mao did not answer my question and hung up the phone after finishing speaking.

No. 9413 Yinde Street. The license plate number of the car I drove is also 9413. Is there such a coincidence?

But since Zhou Mao said it, I decided to go to Yinde Street to take a look.

Yinde Street is on the other side of the old city. I took a taxi and went directly to No. 9413.

This is already the end of Yinde Street, and there is only one slightly dark unfinished building nearby.

Even though it was noon, I still felt the cold air blowing past me as I approached the unfinished building.

"Young man, who are you looking for?"

In front of the unfinished building, an aunt who was sunbathing asked after seeing me looking around.

"Auntie, is there someone named Lin Hualong here?"

After Aunt Sunuan heard Lin Hualong's name, she seemed to have a strange expression on her face.

"Are you looking for that weirdo? His home is in 403, but I advise you not to go looking for him. The smell of blood and stench often comes from that man's house. I feel like he has a mental problem."

Aunt Sunuan persuaded me very warmly and kindly.

But since Zhou Mao asked me to come to Lin Hualong, he must have a reason.

In order to get rid of the curse of the last bus on Route 14, I have no other choice now.

After thanking Aunt Sunuan, I walked into the unfinished building.

The light in the black unfinished building was dim. Although it was broad daylight, it gave me the feeling of walking at night.

"The yin energy here is so heavy."

I shuddered, feeling that this unfinished building seemed to be more dangerous than the road on the No. 14 bus.

In the empty stairwell, only the sound of my progress could be heard.

Unconsciously, I had already sweated coldly on my body. When I stood at the door of 403, the sweat had soaked my clothes.

Snap! Snap! Snap!

I knocked on the door of 403, and I could vaguely smell a fishy smell coming from the room.

"Is Master Lin Hualong here? I am the driver of the last bus of No. 14 of the bus company. I would like to ask you something."

I introduced myself directly, and I also wanted to see if this Lin Hualong was really capable.

"The last bus of No. 14? Is the cursed bus that has stopped for five years starting again?"

The door opened, and a skinny hand grabbed my arm directly!

I was startled and turned around to run away, but the strength of the owner of the palm was so terrible that I couldn't break free for a while.

"Master Lin Hualong?"

"Since you drove the last bus on Route 14, you must have encountered something dirty. Who asked you to come to me?"

Lin Hualong's voice came from the half-open door. He should be in his forties.

"Zhou Mao asked me to come to you."

Snap!

Lin Hualong seemed very surprised when he heard this. He pushed open the door and slapped me in the face.

"Nonsense! Zhou Mao was the first driver of the last bus on Route 14. He has been dead for six years!"