Chapter 92 Infernal Affairs
"Tingting, after I snuck in last night, did anything fall out of my pocket?"
I didn't go around in circles and asked Tingting directly about the situation.
Tingting's face showed a hint of fear, and then she became hesitant.
I could tell she was confused as to whether she should tell me.
"That diary is a very important thing to me. Can Tingting tell me the truth?"
I asked anxiously, feeling a little flustered.
I always feel that the final result may be the one I least want to know.
"The evil spirit who came to save you, there was a man who took out the diary from you, and then the two of them took it away for you. Before leaving, the evil spirit also warned me not to talk to you, otherwise I will not Will let me go."
I don’t know if Tingting deceived me. If she is telling the truth, then I was deceived by Wang Jiuye and Master Lin together?
What decision did the two of them make behind my back? Why would Mr. Wang Jiu say something like that to me during the day?
What secrets does the diary hide? If I continue to drive the last bus on Route 14.
Will my ending be set like that of other drivers in the diary?
Tingting saw me standing there dumbfounded, looking at me with some confusion.
"Tingting, no matter who asked you about my coming here, you said you didn't see it. Promise me that no matter who it was, you didn't see it."
Tingting nodded, agreeing.
I don't know if she will tell Master Lin or Wang Jiuye. At this moment, my heart is in a mess.
I walked to the No. 14 bus No. 9413 in despair. I didn’t turn on the lights and just sat there in the dark.
This afternoon, Wang Jiuye said that he was going to the spirit world to do something.
It may take a long time to come back, so I'll take care of myself.
Master Lin originally promised me that he would go out with me in the car today, but he suddenly went back on his word.
I found more than ten reasons, but they just refused to come with me.
I don't know what the two of them have planned behind my back, but the vague feeling of uneasiness in my heart is real.
I smoked several cigarettes in the car, and when I finally touched the cigarette box, there were no more cigarettes left.
When I came back from Muling Village yesterday, I made up my mind to quit smoking.
Not even twenty-four hours after saying this, he slapped himself in the face.
Throwing the cigarette case out of the car, I took out my phone and looked at the time. It happened to be eleven fifty.
Nothing more, nothing less, the coincidence is puzzling.
I numbly inserted the car key, then started the car, preparing to drive out at twelve o'clock on time.
When the car lights were turned on, I saw a person squatting in front of the car.
After hesitating, I stepped out of the car and patted his arm.
Unexpectedly, it was Brother Zhou.
I haven't seen him since the last time he gave me a ball of black stuff.
The bus company could not find this person. To be precise, all the drivers of the last bus on Route 14 could not find any plan.
In the past, when we were having dinner, I thought it was the two of us chatting happily, but in the eyes of outsiders, it was actually me talking to myself.
"Brother Zhou, what are you doing squatting here?"
Although I knew Brother Zhou was a spirit, I wasn't too afraid of him.
He and Tingting are not very scary existences in my heart, as is Bai Xian.
If she can still appear in the world, then the two of us will be husband and wife.
No matter how you look at it, I don't suffer any loss. After all, Bai Xian is a beautiful girl, and I look like an ordinary person.
You can't find it in the crowd, that is, it looks ordinary.
Brother Zhou slowly raised his head, and I felt something was wrong.
The light was not very good just now, and the place where he was squatting was extremely dark, so I couldn't see clearly at all. .
I only saw that the clothes he was wearing belonged to Brother Zhou, and I didn't pay attention to the other parts at all.
Now that I saw it clearly, I realized that this was Brother Zhou.
How should I describe the face in front of me? The face was scratched and soaked in water. It was swollen and looked more than disgusting.
I couldn't help but wonder if this thing was Brother Zhou.
Judging from the clothes it is wearing, it should belong to Brother Zhou. Why does its face look like this?
It looked horrible, with lots of potholes and a greasy feel.
"Su Ren? I feel so uncomfortable. They are eating my flesh. I feel so uncomfortable. Please help me."
Brother Zhou said this, and the spirit that appeared in front of me turned into clothes all over the floor.
I pulled up my clothes and found that there was only a piece of minced meat inside.
It smelled bad, as if it was a sign of decay.
This rotten smell seems to be somewhat similar to the land where dead people were buried on the hill behind my hometown.
I tried hard to recall the contents of my diary, Brother Zhou’s final ending.
It was as if they were caught and fermented into a soulful meal. Not only Brother Zhou died, but also everyone who took the last bus of No. 14.
I suddenly became curious about who had taken the last bus on Route 14.
Basically, the last bus leaves around 9:30. You can return to the company before 10:50 and enter the garage on time at 11:00.
The bus company I am directly under is assigned the task of bus No. 2 to No. 18.
But among these dozen lines, only the last train of Route 14 leaves at twelve o'clock.
Could it be that it is really not prepared for living people, but is for convenience and spirituality?
There are Fengdu taxis in the spirit world, and they will not take the bus of living people.
I stared at the minced meat on the ground in a trance, and my heart was in a mess.
Just as I was thinking about it, my cell phone suddenly rang.
I was startled, and hurriedly took out the phone, and saw Jinsuocheng's name clearly displayed on it.
"Hey, what are you doing? It's eleven fifty-eight, hurry up and get on the bus and prepare to leave. If you delay things, you will lose your salary this month."
Jinsuocheng's attitude was as bad as ever, and I thought of the few times I met Jinsuocheng before.
It was all spirits pretending to be him, not just one spirit pretending to be him.
So where is the real Jinsuocheng? When did it become like this?
I was confused, but I didn't know who to share my thoughts with.
Jinsuocheng didn't wait for me to speak, and urged me again, and I responded impatiently.
I slowly got back in the car, started 9413 and left the garage, and saw Jinsuocheng at a corner.
He looked sneaky and didn't seem like a human being.
I didn't pay much attention to him. After all, the last bus on Route 14 was not easy to drive. Even if I only went out once a day, it would make me exhausted.
I used to pretend to go to the company to punch in on time, but now I don't go for several days and no one says anything.
Jin Suocheng didn't mention the salary deduction.