The Last Train to Hell

I guessed it right. After the ghost's footsteps disappeared, the female ghost who asked for help appeared again and clung to my back again.

"Why don't you want to help me? Can't you help me? I died so tragically, Tingting is in so much pain, please save me."

The two words Tingting are familiar to me, as if I have heard them somewhere before.

It happened that I had nothing to do at the moment, so I tried to recall where I heard someone mention Tingting.

It seemed to be the bus company. When I first came, I tried hard to get along with everyone.

I went out for drinks and dinner with other people all day, and heard them talk about a lot of things that happened in the company.

It was true or false, I heard it but didn't take it to heart.

Now thinking back, the two words Tingting appeared most frequently.

It seemed that she was the daughter of a driver, and her father also drove the last bus, but not the last bus at twelve o'clock like mine.

It was an ordinary last bus, basically leaving at around nine o'clock.

Tingting's parents were divorced, and she always went out with her father.

There were not many passengers at this time, so it didn't matter if there was one more or one less person on the bus.

The manager of the company did not say much.

Instead, he gave Tingting's father an extra subsidy of 100 yuan.

That was ten years ago, 100 yuan was still a large amount, and Tingting's father became more dedicated.

Later, he took over the last bus of another bus, and the departure time was just half an hour later than the closing time of the bus he was driving.

The night bus basically would not be late, and it would just run back with all its strength.

In the early years, the inspection was not so strict, so no one would care if the bus was closed earlier.

After accepting another bus, Tingting's father took his daughter to run two last buses.

One day, Tingting fell asleep in the car, and her father did not think much about it.

When closing the car, he directly locked the car door and let his daughter rest in the car for a while, and waited for the other car to close, and then took his daughter home.

Unexpectedly, when he came back from closing the car.

The daughter was no longer in the car, and it seemed that she jumped off the lathe.

Tingting was thin, so she could jump out of a very small window.

Later, her father searched the entire garage but couldn't find Tingting.

When he found the toilet, he found that Tingting had died tragically in the toilet.

Her body was beaten to pieces.

At that time, Tingting's father fainted and went crazy when he woke up.

He is still living in a mental hospital and occasionally wakes up.

He hid and cried, saying that he was sorry for his daughter.

Later, the women's toilet in the garage became a men's toilet, and no one knew the reason.

If I hadn't met Tingting in the toilet, I probably wouldn't have remembered it.

Tingting died an untimely death, and I sympathize with her, but I don't know what her ghost looks like.

What's more, she has been dead for so many years, and I may not be able to deal with her.

When Master Lin comes, I can ask him if he can help Tingting.

The little girl is really pitiful.

Maybe I didn't react at all, which angered Tingting.

She left me and rubbed her hands on my face.

I felt her hands were wet and there was an lingering smell of blood.

So what was smeared on my face was Tingting's blood?

If it was blood, I would be afraid, but I could still accept it.

I was afraid that she might have rubbed some unknown liquid when she was crawling on the ground.

The floor of the men's bathroom is not necessarily very clean, there are really all kinds of things on the floor.

I would rather accept something a little more horrible than have those unknown liquids rubbed on my face.

"Do you have any sympathy? Why didn't you save me? Why didn't you call for help? Do you think that if you are not among those people, you are really innocent? Impossible."

My heart trembled, and I felt that Tingting's words had other meanings.

When Tingting was murdered, someone saw the process of her murder.

That person did not become an accomplice, but he chose to watch.

Just like me now, pretending to be deaf and dumb.

Pretending not to see anything.

Maybe the murderer and he are also acquaintances, or even close friends, so he can't speak?

I found excuses for him in my heart, but I also knew.

He chose to watch and was also half an accomplice.

"They all had bad results, they all lived a life worse than death, I am really happy."

Tingting's voice became sharp, and I felt it was harsh when I heard her voice.

The murderer got the retribution he deserved, why are you still unwilling to reincarnate?

I was very curious, but I still didn't dare to open my eyes.

The dark wood in my pocket gradually became hot, and I was a little panicked.

Why would the dark wood be hot, or was it that the female spirit gave me something that was not a dark wood at all?

I didn't care that Tingting was still beside me, I opened my eyes and took out the dark wood.

The dark red dark wood, at this moment, turned into a strong red like a fire.

I didn't pay any attention to Tingting at all, and I didn't see what she looked like now.

What I cared about was the dark wood in my hand, and Bai Xian inside.

"There is a sister inside, she is so uncomfortable, she is about to disappear from this world, if she can't disappear."

Tingting said in my ear with a smile, and the sharpness in her tone just now could no longer be heard.

But I didn't ignore her gloating tone.

What happened to Bai Xian? Is she very uncomfortable? Is this a dark wood?

The only one who can answer my question at this moment is the murdered girl, Miss Tingting.

I looked up at Tingting. Even though she looked ferocious, I didn't feel scared.

Just when Naihe wanted to get closer to her, he fell heavily to the ground.

Only then did I realize that I hadn't raised my pants at all.

No wonder he tripped over his pants and fell into a dog's mouth.

In front of a Lingsou whom I had never met before, I couldn't help but feel that I couldn't hold my head up.

Tingting is still a half-grown girl, which is almost like molesting an underage girl.

"You're an interesting person. I've been in the men's room for so many years and I haven't seen anyone before. That's just mediocre."

For a little girl, who is not a minor, to comment on my dignity as a man, I really feel shameless.

It's just that now is not the time for me to be ashamed, so I just pretend I didn't hear anything.

"Are you Tingting? I'm a new driver. Isn't this piece of wood in my hand a dark wood?"

I'm not sure if Tingting knows what gloomy wood is, but there's no one else, or Lingsou, who can ask her now.

I can only count on Tingting to answer me.

Fortunately, Tingting still knows, the result from her mouth, for me.

It was like a bucket of cold water being poured down my face, pouring all the enthusiasm in my heart away.

"This is not a dark wood, this is a bloody wood from the dark place."