"Hey, old dog, I'm also going to start writing a novel. People have to have their own dreams, regardless of whether they can make money..."

On the slightly crowded No. 12 bus, a boy in his mid-twenties wearing black-rimmed glasses was talking excitedly to his mobile phone, expressing his vision and plans for the future.

Sitting next to him was a quiet and lovely girl, watching him excitedly telling his dreams to his friends, her eyes full of tenderness.

Lu Yu was attracted by the boy's voice. He turned his head and glanced at the boy, thinking to himself: "How can it be so easy to be a novelist? There are so many novelists nowadays. He must be another young man with a hot head. He may not last long.

, I realized that my novel was not as popular as I thought, so I gave up..."

"But the girl next to this boy must be his girlfriend. She's so cute. Damn it, I'm so envious..."

"Speaking of the movie "Bald 9" I watched tonight, it was too ridiculous. The car was driven into space, but the human skin was not broken at all..."

"Oh, tomorrow is Monday again, and I have to go to work again. I feel so stuffed..."

Lu Yu turned his head back and brushed aside the strange thoughts and ideas that popped up in his mind. After giving an instruction to his brain to "think about what to eat tomorrow morning", he began to look at the neon lights outside the car window and think about it.

life.

The atmosphere on the bus was quite harmonious. The boys chattered endlessly describing their grand dreams. The driver skillfully controlled the bus and moved around in the traffic. The old lady on the side checked her shopping income by the light in the car. She was beautifully dressed.

The pretty woman was talking on the phone with her legs crossed, and she didn't notice at all that the young man with yellow hair next to her was looking at her smooth calves with naked eyes, and the boy sitting in the back seat was mostly covered by a black hood.

A big man with an open face, but his body was shaking slightly and he didn't know what he was doing...

"Everyone is busy doing their own thing," Lu Yu took a deep breath. The weather in May was already a bit hot, but the cool breeze at night still refreshed his sluggish brain, "Let's eat steamed buns tomorrow.

, two beef vermicelli buns, and a glass of soy milk..."

"I'm telling you, I've even thought of a pen name! It's called Silly Bugs Who Talks in His Sleep! Hey, what are you doing? What are you doing? Ah!"

Heart-rending screams came from the back of the bus, attracting Lu Yu who was in a daze, the beautiful woman talking on the phone, the old lady counting her belongings, and Xiao Huangmao who was intoxicated in his beautiful fantasy.

I saw the boy with black-rimmed glasses struggling on the chair, and his girlfriend was huddled in the corner with a frightened look on her face. The boy's chatter had long since stopped because his throat was being pinched by the tall black man who stood up from behind him.

The man in clothes bit him tightly, and blood continued to flow from his neck. The scene was like a leopard biting an antelope.

The boy struggled desperately to push away the strong man. The pain and panic made him panic. A fear of death that should not appear at his age came to his heart. His survival instinct made him struggle hard to get away from this man.

Escape from the mouth.

The car suddenly became quiet, and everyone looked at the horrifying scene in front of them with horrified expressions. It seemed that they felt the push and resistance of the boy with black-rimmed glasses, and the strange man with a fierce force tore off the boy's neck.

A large piece of flesh and blood instantly sprayed the girl's face like an out-of-control high-pressure water gun. The girl seemed to wake up from a dream and screamed loudly.

"Squeak!" The driver saw the situation in the back seat of the car and slammed on the brakes. The strong inertia drove Lu Yu to stumble forward two steps and almost fell.

"Kill, kill!" The beautiful woman finally reacted and screamed at the top of her voice. The people in the car, like athletes who heard the starting gun, jumped up from their seats and squeezed towards the front door of the car.

.

Lu Yu, who had just stabilized his body, was instantly pushed by the crowd towards the car door, "Pull the emergency switch, open the door quickly, let us out." Xiao Huangmao shouted to Lu Yu with an anxious face. Since Lu Yu was standing in the car at the beginning

In the front position, the driver's brake made him stagger forward two steps, so now Lu Yu was squeezed against the bus door. The red emergency switch was just on his right side. Lu Yu had no time to digest what happened.

What? I subconsciously followed Xiao Huangmao's instructions and reached out to pull the emergency switch.

There was a crash, and the car door opened. Lu Yu lost his center of gravity and fell head first. No kind people paid attention to whether he had knocked out his front teeth. Everyone just ran out anxiously, and Lu Yu who was lying on the ground was even stepped on.

A few kicks. When Lu Yu raised his head, the old lady who looked like an old lady was leaping over his head. Her vigorous figure made Lu Yu couldn't help but doubt his eyes. But these people did not flee in all directions, but

After reaching a distance that I thought was safe, I stopped and turned around to watch.

"What the hell..." Lu Yu climbed up and looked back inside the car. He saw the driver and the man in black struggling with each other. It was not so much a scuffle, but the driver was resisting one-sidedly.

The man, I saw the man in black's big mouth full of blood opening and closing towards the driver, and growling like a wild beast. The driver held the man's head, using all his strength to prevent his white teeth from getting close to his.

His neck looked like he couldn't hold it for long. The boy with black-rimmed glasses was slumped on the chair, his body twitching uncontrollably, while his girlfriend had already fainted from shock and was unconscious.

"Zombie?" Such a term came to Lu Yu's mind, and the plots in those movies suddenly replayed in his mind like a revolving lantern, bloody scenes, frightened crowds, and chilling roars. Lu Yu stood there blankly.

, his eyes were fixed on everything happening in the bus.

Because the bus was parked in the middle of the road, blocking the passage of some vehicles, the impatient drivers honked their horns one after another, and even some hot-tempered drivers opened the doors and began to curse.

"Hurry up and call the police, they're all killing people!" the beautiful woman in the crowd suggested in a trembling voice.

"Yes, call the police, call the police." Xiao Huangmao on the side took out his mobile phone and dialed the police number.

"Hey, hey, ah, yes, I'm calling the police, yes, yes, yes, a murder occurred on the No. 12 bus on Zhongshan Road, opposite the Mingguang Cinema, ah, yes, it's bloody, come on, come on, the driver is talking to you

The murderer is fighting..."

Seeing that the driver was about to be knocked down by the man in black, Lu Yu subconsciously wanted to get in the car to stop him. As soon as he climbed up the door, he felt someone holding his left hand and pulling him back. He turned around suddenly and found that it was a

The man in a gray sweatshirt was smiling at him. This man had a small black mole between his eyebrows, side bangs, and a pair of sharp eyebrows paired with a pair of peach blossom eyes, which was quite popular.

Star feeling.

"You are Lu Yu, right?" the man said, his voice not loud but very clear. "I am one of my own, don't go up, you can't help him, no one can help," the man in the sweatshirt continued, "Leave quickly.

Here, I will explain it to you slowly."

Lu Yu searched his memory carefully and found that he didn't recognize the man in front of him. He wanted to wave his hands to break away, but unexpectedly found that the sweatshirt man's hands were like iron pliers, grabbing his left hand tightly and pulling him to the side of the road.

.The driver on the bus could no longer resist the man in black. As he took a breather, the man in black had bitten the driver's throat. The crowd of onlookers once again screamed. But this time, no one dared to do so.

He stepped forward to stop him, but let the man in black bite the driver. Fear surged in like a tide, slowly pushing the onlookers back.

The man in the sweatshirt pulled Lu Yu through the crowd, got on the motorcycle on the roadside, turned back the hat of the sweatshirt, revealing a mess of hair, started the motorcycle, and looked at Lu Yu.

"Who are you? How do you know me?" Lu Yu finally broke free from the pull of the man in the sweatshirt and asked full of doubts and vigilance.

"Get in the car first, get out of here, and I will explain it to you." The man in the sweatshirt turned the handle of the motorcycle, and the roar of the accelerator seemed to urge Lu Yu to get on the car quickly.

Lu Yu narrowed his eyes, looked at the man in the sweatshirt up and down again, and said: "Do you think I will do as you say so easily? You said you are one of our own, but you are very suspicious no matter how you look at it, what's the point?

Evidence that I’m convinced?”

The man in the sweatshirt shrugged helplessly and said, "No, this is only the second time I meet you. The last time we met, you weren't as easy to talk to as you are now."

"Second meeting..." Lu Yu murmured to himself, and then carefully recalled that among the people he knew, there was no such person as the sweatshirt man. In Lu Yu's short 27-year life journey, how did his friends treat him?

Said is an unfamiliar term. He is a person with zero empathy and cannot feel the joy, anger, sorrow and joy of others.

To give a simple example, when Lu Yu was in elementary school, Xiaohua's mother passed away due to a car accident. The whole class and teachers were immersed in the sadness of losing their mother at such a young age, but Lu Yu could not feel it at all.

Since then, Lu Yu has discovered something strange about himself, that is, because he cannot feel the joy, anger, sorrow, and joy of others, Lu Yu is terrible at making friends. After all, who would be with a freak who has no empathy?

Making friends.

After a short silence, Lu Yu got on the motorcycle. The man in the sweatshirt looked slightly surprised. He opened his mouth to say something, but then closed his mouth, started the motorcycle and drove forward. At this moment, the crowd behind him erupted again.

After screaming, Lu Yu turned around and found that the man in black who had bitten the driver on the bus had staggered out of the bus. Blood mixed with saliva fell from the corner of his mouth, and he screamed like a wild beast at the crowd of onlookers.

Roar.

The man in a sweatshirt driving the motorcycle looked back at the crowd that was gradually retreating, as if to Lu Yu, and as if he was talking to himself, "If there was no butterfly effect, I would kill that king right now." As he spoke,

, the man in the sweatshirt glanced at Lu Yu again from the rearview mirror of the motorcycle.

"Butterfly effect? ​​King level? Kill?" Lu Yu quickly captured the key information in the sentence. If the possibility that the sweatshirt man is a madman is ruled out, then the amount of information contained in his sentence is huge.

"Are you having some mental problem?" Obviously, Lu Yu did not rule out the possibility that the man in the sweatshirt was a lunatic.

"Absolutely, no one with mental problems would remain calm at such a time." After the man in the sweatshirt finished speaking, he glanced at Lu Yu again.

"I have extremely poor empathy. It's considered a mental disability. It shouldn't be considered a mental problem." Lu Yu responded seriously.

The man in the sweatshirt was silent, said nothing more, and just drove forward.

In the blink of an eye, the two of them had arrived at a dimly lit alley. Lu Yu jumped out of the car and said to the man in the sweatshirt: "Who are you? Why do you say you are one of ours as soon as we meet? And you are a king?"

What's going on? Kill me, have you ever killed someone?"
Chapter completed!