Evil thoughts

The tight feeling on my skin made my scalp explode.

The known fear was magnified infinitely at this moment, and I realized in an instant that I had to let go of the driver and let him drive again.

Lao Zhao's acceleration abnormality occurred twice in total. The first time was when he hesitated in front of the town and stopped without driving, which lasted only a few minutes. The other time was now, when I held him down with my weight, took away the steering wheel and the accelerator, and he was completely out of duty.

Me too.

The tour guide shouldn't have crossed the line and done this.

Once out of the protection of the tour group, the human body will be immediately eroded by the inverted rules of moving rats, and will also turn inside out. So now among the three of us, only the young man in the back row who was acting like a tourist had not been burned.

To survive, we both must return to our respective positions as soon as possible.

But I cursed in despair in my heart, let go? How can I let go of the driver?

As soon as we relax, this bastard will step on the accelerator and either crash into a building and kill everyone on board, or before that, fog and insect eggs will attack us and smash the car windows.

This is totally unreasonable and will lead to a dead end!

It was just in this desperate situation of just a few dozen seconds that I had no choice. The driver suddenly shook violently, roared, struggled, and pushed me out of the way.

I was caught off guard and was thrown out, falling to the ground.

As the world spun, their eyes met. The pair of cloudy eyes were full of mottled bloodshot. Then, his eyeballs turned completely and rolled inward, revealing a large area of ​​miserable whites.

I was horrified and cold sweat suddenly covered my palms.

"squeak--"

The vehicle suddenly turned the steering wheel and I was thrown into the air by inertia. I felt a pain on my back and hit something metal. A large piece of metal skin was rubbed off and it was burning. The smell of blood came out all of a sudden.

The fog around immediately twisted.

I shuddered, reached behind me and grabbed the thing that scratched me.

It was the mop handle used for cleaning on the bus. The plastic part at the other end broke and flew out, with the broken pieces splattered all over the floor.

——No, it’s not a dead end, there is still hope!

"Don't hide!"

I was shocked and screamed, suddenly grabbed the heavy mop handle, turned over and pounced, swinging my arm straight at Lao Zhao.

“Crack!”

I was completely unable to control the force of the blow as the car was drifting and shaking, and I hit his arm bone by mistake. Human arms are much stronger than I thought, and the huge recoil force cracked my palm, and Lao Zhao's arm broke.

With just this one hit, the mop flew out of my hand and my arm was completely twisted. It was dislocated and I lost my strength with a click. The pain of the broken bone made me fall to my knees all of a sudden. My vision was all blurred and black and I couldn't see anything at all.

No, no, my tears suddenly burst out, it’s not enough!

Old Zhao let out a long howl. I was just despairing when I heard several noises in succession. It was him banging his head against the wall of the car, grabbing the flying mop handle with his remaining arm, and smashing it hard on his legs with a howl.

The twitching sound of breaking through the air was almost a scream, and my heart was shaken and my head was buzzing.

He held the steering wheel that was spinning out of control with one hand, the accelerator lost its pressure, the car body shook, and stopped with a crackling sound in the mist.

I don't know where I got the strength from, but I gritted my teeth and propped myself up, staggered over relying on memory and intuition, grabbed his limp legs, and placed them on the released accelerator and brake.

There was no time to think. My body took over first and bit open the hem of my clothes and tore them into strips. It then tied my broken feet to the accelerator, and then the bent mop handle.

While I was moving, Lao Zhao's eyes were staring at me sinisterly like a wild beast.

Finally, I fixed everything and handed the pole to Lao Zhao.

He chuckled vaguely at himself, turned his head to the side, opened his mouth and bit the metal rod, using the strength of his teeth to press the metal tube and the accelerator downwards.

Funny shabby contraption.

But it can be used.

It took a long minute and a half for the vehicle to slowly start again from a standstill.

I gasped and looked at him, sure that no matter how out of control he was, he couldn't increase the speed much more with this biting force. It was impossible.

This is the only solution I can think of in this emergency.

If you can't stop him from pressing the accelerator, then physically restrict his mobility, rendering the "driver" weak and harmless.

But in this way, he was completely fixed in the driving seat and unable to leave.

He obviously understood this truth, but faced with a polluted dead end he had no choice but to fight for his life.

When I looked into those extremely resentful eyes, I could hear my heart beating wildly, and it almost seemed like it was going to burst out of my throat.

My mouth was full of the taste of blood. I wasn't sure if I had injured my mouth and gums when I forced the cloth open. I just sighed at the sturdy and tough quality of this thing. The way of tearing off a piece of cloth casually in movies and TV shows is completely deceptive.

Then came the pain in my palms and back, also covered in blood.

"…turn the steering wheel a little to the left."

I said weakly, I was surprised at my own coldness and indifference. Lao Zhao's condition was worse than mine, three of his limbs were broken, the internal bleeding was unimaginable, but his body was rapidly swollen.

Now, not only were there large clumps of bright red, but the everting suddenly stopped. I saw an extremely shocking scene: part of his intestines were also turned out, firmly stuck to the epidermis.

In this state, even if one can still live in a way that goes against common sense and is paradoxical, can one really be called a human being?

I felt nauseous and extremely sad.

The pain forced me to sit on the ground for a long time. The messy explanation had to continue, but this time it was basically pure fabrication and had nothing to do with the scenery outside.

I finished telling the story of the rise and fall of one of the shops, a shop with a 300-year-old reputation. My mouth was dry, and the buzzing tinnitus and dizziness finally eased a little. I grabbed the back of the chair next to me and struggled to stand up.

With this movement, no matter how hard I tried to avoid looking at myself, I could still see red burns all over my limbs. The severity was only milder than Lao Zhao's, and had not yet been turned outward to the layer of fat and organs.

But when I returned to my tour guide state, the stiffness in my body returned and intensified, like a lead-filled dice. I could hear the faint creaking of my bones, almost like the sound of chopsticks breaking.

"…How do we play this?"

I smiled bitterly.

If you abide by the rules of the tour group, you will slowly be assimilated into the identity of "tour guide", gradually losing the ability to perceive and control other parts of your body, becoming more and more instrumental, with only your intermittent and lost rationality struggling inside your body.

But if we don't follow the tour group's rules and don't have the protection of a tour guide, [Mouse Move] will play with us like a cat's errand and eventually shake out all our internal organs.

This seems like a very vicious "one, two, three, mark" game. Either you are frozen in place by the rules and wait for death, or you accept punishment while moving.

And this car.

Although we have Lao Zhao and the car speed under control, the fuel gauge is still dropping. The fuel will run out and the main road of the town will end. We will eventually have nowhere to go.

Besides, I don't dare to bet on when Lao Zhao will lose his cruel and almost bestial survival instinct and choose to stop the car and die with everyone.

Is there really no other way?

My mind is in a mess.

I had to keep making up stories to give the tour guide's explanation, which took up most of my energy, and my injuries made it even worse. I had never felt so much that being able to think without being disturbed was such a luxury.

It was at this moment that the young man behind him seemed to smile, perhaps it was an auditory hallucination.

"Yes, there is a way. We can get off the bus safely."

It could be the voice of a young man, or it could be the evil thoughts that suddenly arose in me amidst delirium and blood after losing too much blood.

Once the bottom line is broken, many methods will naturally emerge.

If there is any way to temporarily divert the fog, I can leave this car, get rid of the pollution, hide in those buildings, and then look for opportunities later.

The fact that the buildings did not completely melt in the fog shows that the town itself has a certain resistance to fog and insect eggs.

So is it possible? Is there such a method?

some.

The voice told me honestly and coldly that the solution was right in front of me.

Just use the driver as bait, step on the accelerator for him, and the high-speed vehicle will attract the fog in an instant.

There were three people in the car. One of them scattered in the car and became idiot, not knowing how to escape. The other had just broken three of his limbs and had lost all ability to resist.

After all, there are only a limited number of insect eggs in the fog. If I push them out as bait and use them as shields to block the first wave of fog, I may still be able to break the car window and escape.

Anyway, they are not good people. They owe so many lives, shouldn’t they pay it back?

I heard the voice saying, there should be no problem in sacrificing two bastards to save me.

“…”

No. I was in a trance for a moment, wondering, what was I saying?

Is that really the voice in my heart?

Why am I still alive today?

Perhaps, it is because my actions have always been secretly in line with an underlying logic:

I always accidentally lead other people into strange stories, actively seek answers for them and share them along the way, and always insist on bringing everyone who follows me into strange stories out.

That’s what a tour guide does, and I naturally followed that and stayed honest throughout the trip.

This is also what Xu Ranxing would definitely do.

If I violate this principle, I will no longer be a tour guide, nor will I be Xu Ranxing.

What would happen if I wasn't me?

I shuddered suddenly.

——That's not my voice, that's not my thought.

This is a trap I've experienced before. It's a trap that's been set up to lure me out of my identity, out of my car, out of the things that are keeping me safe for the moment.

The whisper continued, with a sinister laugh and the heat of an incredibly real breath hitting my ears.

...is a head.

I saw stiffly in my peripheral vision the young head, pressed against my neck, sticking out from my back, talking non-stop in a voice very similar to mine.

It's trying to deceive me.

The young people in the back seat had dispersed further without anyone noticing.

His head was moving intimately on my back, and the broken part was also a bright red color.

"You know what? For all these years, I've always thought... comb jellies might be able to melt and stick together and grow again," he whispered.

I had always thought that he had a big head and a small body, with very uneven proportions, and that it shouldn't have grown on such a thin and short torso.

Now I realize clearly that if I change this head, it can actually match the proportions of my body.

Nian Ziqing whispered maliciously, expressing his regret to me:

"So... why don't you continue to distort?"

The head looked back and forth between the two of us, as if it were looking at two pieces of clothing that could have been chosen to wear.