Chapter 48 Bus in Distress

Author: Shangyao Yuchen’s Home

Chapter 48 Bus in Distress

"This is so funny."

The cute man is standing in the bus, holding a mobile phone in one hand.

On the mobile phone is the live broadcast room of Smoker. The new NPC with a pink and tender brain is asking the players some bizarre questions.

"Please stand firm and hold on, stand in front... Passengers who need to get off the bus, please be ready to get off and go to the back door. Passengers, for the safety of you and others, it is strictly prohibited to carry flammable, explosive and dangerous items on the bus.

Please do not smoke, spit, or throw confetti in the carriage. Please keep your belongings to prevent loss."

The bus announced a familiar female voice.

The cute man looked up at the current site, lowered his head and continued watching the live broadcast.

He has a wireless earphone plugged into one ear so it won't disturb anyone else.

"Please keep your belongings in case they are lost."

The radio suddenly repeated the last sentence.

The cute man turned off the live broadcast room on his mobile phone and looked at the cab of the bus.

The driver pressed the announcement button again.

"Please keep your belongings in case they are lost."

What's going on?

The cute man looked around and saw that the driver finally stopped pressing the button and started driving forward.

Is this an accident?

He looked around.

Four young men came in at the last stop. They were ordinary people. There were no pregnant women, no elderly people, and no one who needed special care.

He picked up his phone and was about to reopen the smoker's live broadcast room when he found the four people squeezing past him.

Why bother? There are no empty seats in the back, and it’s so crowded that there’s still room in the front compartment.

The four people paired up in pairs and squeezed into the crowd.

Nothing happened.

The cute man lowered his head and continued to watch the smoker's live broadcast.

The anchor, Smoker, is really hard-working. He started broadcasting early in the morning and didn't stop broadcasting until the evening.

About five minutes passed.

A child was crying and being coaxed and coaxed by her mother, but she had not yet calmed down.

The mother was so anxious that she simply put her bag aside and put the child on her lap.

The child's eyes were red, but he finally stopped crying.

"Dear passengers... we've arrived. Please take your belongings with you, get off the bus through the back door, and pay attention to your safety."

The cute man raised his head.

He still has three stops before he gets off the car. When he gets there, he goes to work and boils a pot of water. Yesterday, the aunt of the Women's Federation Chairman said that she bought a humidifier and will probably use it in the office today.

The cute man thought as he glanced at the young man's hand from the corner of his eye - the bag?

Isn’t that a mother’s bag with her children?

Four young men were getting ready to get off the bus.

The bus stopped.

The cute man looked at the mother with the child, and her bag had disappeared quietly.

The mother and her child were talking quietly, apparently unaware.

Those four young men are getting off the bus with the stolen bags!

"Hey!" the cute man shouted, "put down the bag in your hand!"

It was quiet in the bus.

Everyone looked at the cute man.

After this reminder, the mother with her child finally discovered that her bag was missing.

She raised her head and was about to scold the person who stole the bag, but she found four young men looking at her.

One of them had a particularly fierce look in his eyes. He looked at her and then at her child.

She was so frightened that she squeezed the child's clothes tightly, as if her throat was being strangled.

"You're the only one with eyes, right?" The man with fierce eyes had thin lips.

He stretched out his hand and pushed the cute boy.

The people around him, men, women, old and young, all moved away from each other and crowded together.

Under the gaze of everyone, the cute man's heart was beating fast.

He shouted: "Give her the bag back!"

"Give her the bag back!"

"Thief!"

People talked one after another.

"Scream!" The man with fierce eyes looked around.

People looked away and became silent.

He looked at the cute man and pressed him on the back of the seat with both hands.

"You have to mind your own business, right?"

The cute man stared at him, but he didn't do physical work and was not as strong as the man in front of him.

"Give her the bag back."

"Just one word back and forth, huh?" The man with fierce eyes looked at the bus cab, "Driver! You can't open the door!"

The driver sitting in the cab was sweating on his forehead, and his cell phone had already started making emergency calls.

He had no choice but to open the car door.

The man with fierce eyes let go of the cute boy and prepared to get out of the car with the other three.

The cute man shook out his wrinkled clothes and looked at the thief who got out of the car safely, feeling the anger rising in his heart.

He picked up a bag of potatoes from a fellow villager and smashed it on the thief's head.

Snap!

The potatoes fell to the ground.

The man with fierce eyes turned around and found his target in an instant.

His eyes turned red, he took out a fruit knife from his trouser pocket and rushed towards the cute man.

At this moment, the cute man seemed to have returned to "Cyberpsychosis" and that 100% realistic virtual reality game.

The snarling deformed creature in the game overlaps with the figure of the vicious man in front of him.

When the knife struck, the cute man subconsciously turned his body sideways.

His angle is correct, but the body in reality is not like the body in the game. It cannot be turned around at will and has 100% control.

The not-so-sharp blade of the fruit knife scratched the outside of his ribs and cut open the skin.

The cute boy lost his balance for a moment and fell to the ground.

When the vicious man saw this situation, his face suddenly turned pale, and he immediately turned around and ran away.

The passengers in the bus seemed to explode, noisy and chattering.

"How are you?" The driver's face was covered with sweat. "Don't move, don't move, I'll call an ambulance."

"No, it's okay."

The cute man turned his head and took a look. There was a tear in his clothes, and there was a painful rib inside.

He looked at the fellow next to him: "Fellow, that bag of potatoes will be reimbursed to me in a few days. I'll leave you my phone number."

"Take it easy," the driver's hands were trembling, "I saw it clearly, it was a stabbing! That group of people are habitual criminals. They usually commit petty thefts on these bus lines. They were caught and locked up for a month and then came out again. How dare I

Tell me, I can only honk the horn a few more times. They are coming out, and I can’t escape. Today, today..."

The driver was so anxious that he spoke incoherently.

The cute man picked up the phone and made a call.
To be continued...