Following Cat Baiwan's footsteps, Lin Fan, the old man in plain clothes, and Dog Eighteen soon arrived under a Huangquan bus parked not far away.
All other Huangquan buses have a conductor accompanying them throughout the journey, but bus No. 144 does not have one.
After all, this trip is just to deliver fuel, and there is no need to get passengers on or off during the process, so there is naturally no need to sell tickets.
Look at the license plate under this bus. The dirty number cannot hide the three numbers 144.
The entire parking area is very large, and there are at least twenty Huangquan buses scattered around. Mao Baiwan can remember the license plates and save Lin Fan and others the time of searching for them.
Although there was an intention to avoid danger and flee for fear of death, it must be said that some practical work was done.
Therefore, Lin Fan nodded in affirmation and did not hold him accountable for being afraid of trouble.
The dog Eighteen below was still confused, with a smile on his face, and approached the cat Baiwan in a servile manner.
Woof!
"Brother Mao, how come you're so smart that you know to remember the bus number plate?"
"Are you talking nonsense?"
Cat Baiwan glared at the pit dog beside him with disdain and said, "This entire parking area is crap. There are only these buses."
"Woof? But what does a bus have to do with a license plate?"
"Meow, you're talking nonsense. I don't remember license plates, so how can I remember how many rust spots, dents, and scratches there are?"
I see.
Gou Shiba suddenly understood and learned another trick from it.
Next time there is such an opportunity, it will also want to show off, and can't let the cheap cat steal all the limelight!
While the cat and dog were arguing, the white flour cart carrying fuel worked strangely and finally delivered it to Lin Fan and the old man in plain clothes.
Lin Fan was well prepared. He had long known that the energy source of the Huangquan Bus was the blood of living people. Naturally, he was not surprised by the five buckets of fresh blood and flesh.
The old man in plain clothes couldn't help but frown. Although he was determined, he was still choked by the pungent smell of blood and coughed repeatedly.
Cat Baiwan and Dog Shiba below were so excited by what they saw.
What a waste! Such fresh food is used as fuel for this broken car.
After getting on the bus, the meat in the red barrel cannot be eaten, so it shouldn’t be a big deal for them to secretly drink a sip of the blood soup in it, right?
Just as he was thinking secretly and making plans, he turned his head and suddenly caught a glimpse of Lin Fan's warning eyes.
The two strange pets instantly shrank their necks and raised their cat and dog paws.
Don't worry, boss. Even if they jump out of the car and die outside... they will never eat a single bite of the flesh and blood in the red bucket!
"Good luck to you..."
The fuel was delivered, and after the white flour worker moved all the red barrels to the ground, he floated away pushing the cart back to the office building.
Inside the office building, the man working strangely saw it coming back and smiled coldly, "Is the fuel enough this time?"
"Only five barrels of fuel isn't enough..."
Baimian's face was strange and gloomy. After expressing his regrets, he did not show any sign of being wrong. His face still had a mad look on it. "But if you add these two... that's enough..."
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"The fuel has arrived, let's finish the trial mission first."
Lin Fan used his ghostly hand, and five invisible hands popped out. They picked up the five red buckets in front of them and carried them onto the No. 144 Huangquan bus in an orderly manner.
They immediately got in the car, and Cat Baiwan and Dog Shiba each found a seat to sit down, squatting obediently.
Afterwards, Lin Fan and the old man in plain clothes got into the car and stood at the driver's seat.
Lin Fan asked first, "Can you drive?"
The old man in plain clothes blushed and shook his head. "I am familiar with the spiritual aspect, but not the physical aspect."
Among Lin Fan's three subordinates, Master Xue and Yi Qiqi can both drive, but he is the only one who doesn't know how to drive.
"After the incident here is over, you must learn it."
In the trial mission, driving itself is not dangerous, but the process of delivering fuel is the real crisis.
It made no difference who was driving. However, Lin Fan still gave an instruction and made a request.
Basic skills must be mastered, as they may be of great use in critical moments.
Especially in this terrifying apocalypse, you don’t have to go through the driver’s license test. You just need to learn how to drive, which is much easier.
"I understand."
The old man in plain clothes scratched his head, feeling a little embarrassed.
If Yi Qiqi or Master Xue knew that he let Lin Fan drive while he himself rode in the car, he would probably be pulled out on the spot to be criticized and severely reprimanded.
It seems that we really can't be greedy for comfort. We really need to master more skills to avoid letting down at certain times.
After instructing the old man to find a seat, Lin Fan sat down in the driver's seat.
Huangquan buses are all the oldest and most old-fashioned minibuses, so the driving method does not use much modern technology and still uses clutch, brake, accelerator and manual transmission.
On the side of the driving position, there is a small sign, which is the destination of the fuel delivery this time - County Road 303 in Xiantao City.
Lin Fan was not very familiar with the driving method of this old-fashioned vehicle, but fortunately, the Huangquan bus had a unique effect of avoiding physical collisions. In addition, there was no need to pick up or drop off passengers during the process, so it didn't matter even if his driving skills were poor.
So he stepped on the clutch to shift gears, then stepped on the accelerator, and the Huangquan bus started and rushed forward.
Although it was not stable, it finally started moving. As Lin Fan turned the steering wheel sharply, he aimed at the entrance of Huangquan Station and crashed into it.
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A few minutes later, we arrived at the entrance of Dongcheng Town Bus Terminal.
A Huangquan bus with license plate number 144 appeared out of nowhere, with two dim yellow headlights on, running on the dim road of Dongcheng Town.
Lin Fan, who was driving the car, had his eyes slightly lit up.
His guess turned out to be correct. The bus was the only way to leave Huangquan Station.
Inside the bus, the old man in plain clothes tightly grasped the handrail of the bus, and continued with a shameless expression, "Brother, your driving skills are not bad."
"Woof, yes, boss! It's clearly a bus, but I felt like I just got off a plane."
"Meow!? What airplane?! It feels like riding a roller coaster!"
Cat Baiwan and Dog Shiba, two bootlickers, immediately followed up with two flattering blows.
"Then you three shouldn't hold on to the armrests..."
Lin Fan's face was full of black lines.
Hearing this, the old man in plain clothes, Cat Baiwan, and Dog Shiba all shook their heads violently.
Just kidding, if they didn't hold on to the handrails tightly, they would have been thrown to the ground.
After a moment of silence, the old man in plain clothes spoke again.
"Since we've already driven out, can't we just get out and run? Wouldn't that avoid the risks of the trial?"
The old man was very curious that there was such a big loophole in this horrific scene at Huangquan Station.
Although they have their own motives, they will naturally not give up the trial mission.
But if it were other trial-takers, wouldn’t everyone be able to leave safely?
"Probably not."
Lin Fan shook his head. "This bus itself is an independent horror scene space. If a trial-taker breaks the rules... there's no need for the sanctions of the Yellow Springs Station. The power of the rules within the bus alone is enough to destroy the trial-taker."
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