In the afternoon, Chaoshui called me and asked me to buy two wads of dead money for him, because today was his father’s memorial day. Of course, we lived in an industrial park, and there must be no wreath shop or other goods for the dead nearby.

I just recently found a job in the city. The reason why I didn't move and still live in an industrial park so far away is that Chaoshui and I were colleagues, and I only paid one-third of the rent.

It takes more than an hour by bus from where I live to my new workplace.

I applied to my boss to only work the morning shift or the middle shift because there are no buses for the evening shift. Unexpectedly, the superiors approved it very quickly and specially arranged for me to work the long shift. For this kind of favor, I wanted to ask the company to start a new one.

Software, and this software itself is related to my major.

I set off from the dormitory at two o'clock in the afternoon and got off work around ten o'clock in the evening, just in time to catch the last bus of No. 24 back.

As early as when the original company in the industrial park was working, there were rumors about ghost buses.

Someone saw the last bus of Route 203 whizzing past late at night. Except for the driver, there was only a headless girl in red in the empty carriage holding the lifting ring. However, the bus was speeding towards the half-built Chenming Avenue, and finally crashed into it.

On the mountain rocks, people only saw the body of the driver whose chest was crushed.

Chao Shui and I went on a bicycle outing and went to the unfinished Chenming Avenue. Apart from some mounds of dirt, we didn’t see any rocks. I think the rumors may have been maliciously fabricated by bus companies or private buses out of commercial competition.

I didn't take time out in the afternoon, but I did find a wreath shop that was still open at night. The shop owner was working overtime to make paper houses for customers, so he didn't close for a long time. I bought two wads of ghost money.

Seeing the last bus of No. 24 approaching, I ran panting towards the nearest stop, but it was still a step too late because there were no passengers on or off the platform and the bus had no intention of stopping. When I gave up the chase helplessly,

It came to a screeching halt.

"Thank you!" I said gratefully.

The driver and the conductor sitting at the front seat were in a lively conversation and turned a deaf ear to my gratitude.

I was carrying an Adidas cylindrical shoulder bag, and because I had not prepared any change in advance, I had to dig out my shirt, workbook, and two stacks of banknotes just to dig out the few hidden coins.

I am sure I have never ridden this bus before because the driver and conductor are both unfamiliar.

The driver had a shaved head and an indigo uniform that was tight on his body. Although he looked rough, his driving movements were very skillful. I could hardly feel that the bus had started.

The conductor with dyed yellow hair looked tired and had a black leather bag with frayed corners hanging on her chest. She winked at me while talking to the driver. Her hand that took the change had a long red

nail.

Route 24 may be the last bus that has not been updated. The carriages have wooden floors and tattered leather seats.

There was only one passenger in the car, and there were many empty seats, but I still walked back as a habit and took a look at the passenger. He was sitting in the second to last row. He was a dark, middle-aged man with greasy hair and wearing a

He was wearing a thin brown jacket and was concentrating with his eyes closed, looking like a shadow in the dim carriage.

I sat down on the conductor's seat, since she wasn't going to sit back anyway. I put my shoulder bag behind me, which was good. I sat at work all day and it just relieved the pain in my lumbar spine.

I took out the mp3 and listened to it. The vibrating sound of the old bus, like it was about to fall apart, was cut off by the music.

The bus was driving on the suburban road, and the lights of the roadside houses became sparse. In the dark, I couldn't distinguish the stations at all. I commuted to and from get off work at 2:00 a.m. every day, so even if I went back and forth for a year, I couldn't remember the names of the stations in between. .

The car suddenly stopped, and I pressed two fingers against the conductor's workbench to prevent my body from leaning forward.

The front door creaked open, letting in the night breeze carrying the smelly exhaust gases from the nearby chemical plant.

At this time, my MP3 player suddenly ran out of battery, and I heard the dry sound of an empty can under the seat.

Slowly, two passengers came up almost side by side. A tall man in black with sparse hair, a sallow complexion and a pair of thyroid-like swollen eyes glanced into the carriage.

There is also a thin woman who almost sticks to him. She is actually wearing a red coat in such a sultry weather. The coat is too big for her body shape, like a child wearing adult clothes. Her hair

He was gray and scattered randomly; his face was pale, his eyes were sunken, his cheekbones were protruding, and there was almost no flesh on his face, as if he had been seriously ill.

Passengers who looked like a father and daughter sat side by side on the chair in front. The man in black was leaning against the window. His upper body was much higher than the back of the chair, and the pear-shaped back of his head remained in a stiff posture; while the woman in red beside him had thick hair.

Her hair almost covered the chair, as if she would slip under the chair if she wasn't careful.

I don’t know why, but I felt very upset when my MP3 player suddenly ran out of power, because I had charged the battery in the afternoon. I wound up the headphones and looked out the dark window. Maybe I had just been focusing on listening to the music and my mind was wandering, but suddenly I returned to reality. I suddenly

I think this bus takes too long to travel.

It felt like something was wrong, and I was restless in my seat. I obviously hoped that there would be more excitement on the deserted last train, but I was still disgusted by the endless conversation between the conductor and the driver.

Out of boredom, I started looking for the noisy can under my seat, but there was no can on the smooth floor except for a crushed chewing gum.

I raised my head and saw a long line of newly installed street lights outside the window. We were finally approaching the industrial park, and I felt somewhat relieved.

Suddenly, a shadow appeared on the glass, and a smell of tobacco mixed with sweat immediately surrounded me. The seat shook, and I saw the middle-aged man behind me sitting next to me. I felt my skin tighten, although

There were two seats, but I still shrank in. He didn't touch me, but I already felt violated.

Maybe he was about to get off the car, I thought. At the same time, I was still looking out the window. In fact, I could see his every move clearly through the reflection of the glass.

He seemed to have said something.

"What?" My voice was loud, and I knew my tone was not very friendly. At the same time, I tilted his pale hands on his thighs.

The conductor glanced back and then again. She chuckled because of what she said to the driver.

The middle-aged man sat upright and kept silent, as if he didn't want to attract anyone's attention.

I turned my head to the window again, waiting for him to speak again.

"Let's get off."

"I haven't arrived at the station yet."

"Listen to me and get out of the car now!" He said with a hint of command.

A sudden surge of disgust made me raise my head to look at him. He lowered his voice and said, "Did you notice how those two people got into the car just now?"

"What's wrong?"

"At least I saw that the woman's feet were not touching the ground at all."

Looking at the silent and strange man and woman in front of me, I suddenly felt creepy. I admit that ever since they got on the bus, I had a gloomy, palpitating and unpleasant feeling. The dim light also made them somewhat unreal.

The woman in red's hair that was spread on the back of the chair also began to flutter. Her head turned around as if pressed on a bearing and looked at me, with a stern or suggestive look in her sunken eyes.

My heart suddenly swelled up and I couldn't breathe. It felt like there was a water faucet in my body.

"Get off the bus!" the middle-aged man shouted.

The brakes were suddenly applied, the valve was opened, and even the driver stretched out his bare head to look at us in surprise. The middle-aged man almost helped me up and pushed me out of the car, while the man and woman slowly turned their heads with regretful expressions.

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The bus drove away with people who could not wait to get off work.

"Are they ghosts?" I asked as I ran to keep up with him.

"As soon as they got on the bus, I felt a chilly wind and got goosebumps all over my body."

"I feel weird too..."

"I'm leaving this way."

"Oh, bye, thank you!"

As I trotted along, I seemed to see lights flashing in the distance and swaying figures, which seemed to contain some kind of ominous atmosphere. However, I ignored these and turned onto the road leading to the dormitory, climbing up to the four sides in one breath.

When I opened the door, I collapsed on a chair.

Chao Shui was as panicked as I was. He put his hands on his chest and said, "You're back. The last bus No. 24 rushed under the bridge and overturned. I just came back after passing by there. The driver and conductor died on the spot. Police are handling it!"

"

"Ah!" I stammered, remembering the movement in the distance I had just seen, "Just...are they both dead?"

"Yes, it's really scary. Think about it, you happened to get off at the previous stop."

"I got off the bus at the first three stops. I mean there should be a man and a woman on the car. They are ghosts!"

"ghost?"

I told Chao Shui what happened on the road, and the two of us sat on the bed without talking for a long time.

"Where's the money I asked you to buy? It's not past twelve o'clock yet." Chaoshui suddenly remembered that he still wanted to burn paper money for his deceased father.

I brought the satchel to the front and found that the zipper had been opened at some point. I searched over and over but the two wads of money were missing.

Tide told me to stop looking for it, saying that two wads of ghost money saved me and the middle-aged man. Just like bribes in the world, ghosts also accepted this trick, took two wads of ghost money, put them down and got out of the car.

, the car overturned. The middle-aged man just took advantage of me.

I said I took advantage of the tide.

Chao Shui said that I took advantage of his father.

I think this is a bit ridiculous.

I have been taking a taxi back from get off work for a week in a row. I am a little overwhelmed financially and am considering whether to quit my job.

Until one afternoon at work, when I was walking to the bus stop, everything suddenly changed.

I saw the tall man in black from a distance. His sallow face was shiny in the afternoon sun, but his eyes were full of serenity. The woman in red next to me was sitting in a wheelchair, pushing the wheelchair behind her.

is a woman who looks smart and capable.

In broad daylight, there were many people on the platform, so I had no reason to be afraid. Especially when the bus came over, the woman took out the change from a pearl woven bag and handed it to the man. The man already had the change in his hand and handed it to her.

If I block them, I feel like they are real people and not ghosts.

The front door of the bus opened with difficulty, and everyone watched as the man used one arm to lift the woman from the wheelchair and onto the bus. The woman's two dangling legs were thin and weak, obviously suffering from polio.

The woman said a few words and pushed the empty wheelchair away.

I happened to be sitting on the seat behind the woman, and she seemed to remember me, maybe because she had also survived a rollover accident not long ago, with a bright look in her eyes.

On the way, she turned around and said in a suppressed tone: "I was really worried about you that night. The man sitting next to you was a pickpocket and often took this bus."

"oh--"

The reason why I put off the ending for so long is because I suddenly realized why the two wads of money were missing. That night, when I almost missed the last train, I looked for change from my bag and dug out the contents of the bag, including the two wads of money.

Because the lights in the carriage were dim, he might have mistaken it for two wads of RMB. And I was almost sitting under me with the satchel, so if he wanted to succeed, he had to try to get me to stand up.

At a certain stop, the man in black also picked her up with one arm and walked out of the car. Outside the door was a little boy pushing a wheelchair to pick her up.

I felt inexplicably relieved and relieved at the same time. But the fact that the bus rushed under the bridge and overturned that night still makes me unable to let go.
Chapter completed!