Chapter 84: Spirit Possession
I couldn't help but shiver.
Lao An's head was haunted by spirit spirits, and he could only tap the ground with his toes when he walked.
This is what I once heard someone say.
The reason why I remember it so clearly is not because normal people cannot walk in this posture.
I knew that Lao An was not so courageous and would not come back if he ran away.
Although people are back now, they are possessed by spirits.
"Why don't you get out of the car in the middle of the night? Aren't you afraid that someone named Jin will cause trouble for you?"
On weekdays, Lao Antou is always smiling and seems to be very talkative.
Even though he was smiling at this moment, he still felt a little weird.
I don't know how to answer him either.
Is the spirit possessing Lao Antou the one pretending to be Master Lin?
I'm not sure, but I know if it wasn't him.
There were three spirits in the toilet at this moment.
It's okay if the other two don't know Tingting's existence, I'm afraid they will take Tingting into account.
It’s not my fault that I didn’t know what to do. I took over the last bus on Route 14, or came to work as a driver for the bus company.
They seemed to have planned everything, one link after another.
Even if I try my best, I can't break free.
"My stomach hurts. What can I do? Why don't I let someone else take the car out for me? I'll treat him to dinner later."
I pretended to be disapproving, as if I really asked a colleague to take charge of the class for me.
In fact, ever since I became the driver of the last bus on Route 14, my colleagues have been avoiding me.
When eating, I wish I could stay far away from you.
Zhou Mao, who I was very compatible with in the past, is Lingsui.
No wonder many times when I talked to him, people passing by looked at me in confusion.
If it were me, I would also find it strange that someone's lunatic is talking to himself there.
Lao An smiled, making the atmosphere even more strange.
"Don't stare at me. We are all men. What's there to see?"
The look in Lao Antou's eyes made me feel uncomfortable.
It was hard to say it directly, so I could only indirectly remind him of the spirit attached to him.
"Hehe, hehe, what a good boy, you still know how to be shy. How old am I? I haven't seen anything like that. Why should I be embarrassed?"
Lao Antou said to me very considerately, and then left the toilet on his own initiative.
As Lao An's head came out of the toilet, I became more and more nervous.
The spirit pretending to be Master Lin hasn't left yet, what does it want to do if it stays here?
I looked at my watch. It was just past one o'clock and Master Lin hadn't come back yet.
But it's fast, if the spirit can't come over.
Tingting and I chatted and discussed things.
Time will naturally pass quickly.
If the enemy doesn't move, I won't move. At this moment, Ling Sui doesn't move at all.
I will not take the initiative to provoke him. I will save money if I can.
Who knows what kind of unexpected situations will happen in the future.
Coins are currently my lifesaver.
I think about what happened today.
What I can't understand is the diary in my pocket.
It's not so much a diary as it is the death note of the driver of the last bus on Route 14.
Will my results be predetermined? Even the few times I escaped death were expected?
I squatted for a long time and my calves kept getting numb.
Tingting never appeared, but the gloomy wood in my pocket trembled uneasily a few times.
It was as if Tingting was reminding me.
What is she trying to remind me of?
I slowly turned around and looked around at the dilapidated toilet.
If not here, I met Tingting who turned into a spirit.
I would also foolishly mistake the blood-stained wood for the gloomy wood, torturing Bai Xian all the time.
Why didn't Wang Jiuye recognize Xue Chenmu?
Or maybe he recognized Xue Chenmu and had no intention of telling me.
Treat me like a fool.
The thoughts in my mind were all jumbled up, and I was not a smart person to begin with.
Thinking about this kind of thing now is really painful.
The gloomy wood in the pocket began to shake violently again, this time the shaking was obvious.
Not only was it shaking, but it was also cold. I could really feel the cold through my clothes.
At the same time, the coins in his hand also became hot.
I have experienced it all these times, and there are situations where coins become hot.
I looked around again, but with my naked eyes, I couldn't find anything.
Only now did I discover a cruel thing. If I don't want Lingsou to find me, it can be said to be very difficult.
But Lingsou doesn't want me to discover it, I can be unaware of it.
I stood up and put on my dirty clothes.
The main reason is that my pants are half-taken off and stuck there. If there is an unexpected situation, I can't run away.
"Come on, I can't handle this."
In a daze, I heard Tingting's broken voice.
I'm pretty sure that there's nothing wrong with me, and it wasn't an auditory hallucination just now.
So Tingting really talked to me? Whose opponent is she?
I was full of questions and wanted to leave the toilet. My legs felt like they were filled with lead.
It couldn't be lifted at all.
Even when moving on the ground, he always moves forward on his face.
"Come out, what are you, making trouble here?"
I yelled loudly, Tingting's voice was wrong just now, I couldn't throw her away.
I don’t believe anyone knew about Tingting’s existence in the garage toilet for so many years.
If someone is thinking about her this time, I can only say that she was implicated by me.
With my scolding, Tingting's embarrassed figure suddenly appeared.
She was really embarrassed.
But who hurt Tingting like this did not show up.
"How is it, are you okay?"
I asked nervously, and saw Tingting lying on the ground, shaking her head at me.
She was still motioning to me.
What did she want to tell me?
I saw it clearly. Tingting opened her mouth several times, but didn't say anything in the end.
Instead, it seemed like she was tortured.
There was a gust of wind in my ears.
I saw clearly that Tingting's arm was cut off by an invisible knife.
It disappeared directly in the air without leaving any trace.
Tingting finally made a sound this time, a desperate roar.
I realized that Tingting was related to me, and I was anxious and angry.
"What kind of hero is it for a little girl? What's wrong with you? Come to your father."
I said with a stiff face.
Even though I was extremely afraid of death, I couldn't do it at this moment.
I watched Tingting suffer because of me.
We were not related, how could I ask her to do so much for me?
The ghost hiding in the dark heard what I said and suddenly stopped.
Then, I heard the ghost's giggles from all directions.
This kind of laughter seemed to bring a kind of mental damage to my brain.
It kept attacking my mind and drove me crazy.