Most bodies will be changed into shrouds or their favorite clothes when they are buried. The passengers on the ghost bus keep repeating the process of death on this road, and they still retain the clothes they wore for the last time in their lives.

There were clothes that were covered with a thick layer of scale and human fluids, with turbid water constantly dripping down, and there were also work uniforms that had been worn for who knows how many years and were covered with blood stains.

Jiang Ji assigned their respective roles, and in less than ten minutes, the combat logistics department delivered what they wanted.

The combat logistics department is composed of 70% ordinary people and 30% people with special abilities.

Unlike the administrative logistics department, their service objects are the psychics who shuttle between various emergency events. No matter when and where they receive the order from the combat team, they must rush to the designated location as soon as possible to assist the psychics in performing their tasks.

In a sense, it is also a department that produces many talented people.

According to Team One's current priority, even if the Investigation Bureau building is under attack by a bomb attack and only the Combat Logistics Department is left to take Director Nie to escape, they will abandon Nie Congnan as soon as they receive the order and mobilize manpower and material resources to meet any of their needs.

It’s not that the director of the Investigation Bureau is not important.

At this time, the former was just an ordinary person, and if he lost him, there were countless people to take his place.

The latter is a top team that cannot afford to lose. If it is gone, tens of thousands of citizens will suffer losses.

The number of each combat team corresponds to the resources they can enjoy, which is also the reason why each team strives to climb up.

"Captain Ying, this is what you want."

The guy who delivered the clothes was a young man with a crew cut, 1.88 meters tall, probably around 22 or 23 years old. He had a bit of the handsome and sunny vibe of a college athlete, and didn't look like a very smart person. Jiang Ji vaguely remembered that his last name seemed to be Wang. What was his name?

“Woof chao.” The guy with the crew cut emphasized, “Woof woof woof woof, woof means sarcasm.”

He regarded Ying Huai as his idol, and when he handed over several sealed bags of clothes, he also reminded him: "Captain Ying, you'd better be mentally prepared. This thing..."

His expression was slightly distorted, and he seemed to have suffered a great psychological shock. "It really stinks."

"It's okay." Jiang Ji took it from him without changing his expression.

After all, after being with the corpse for so long, it would be abnormal if there was no corpse odor.

We are not new to the Investigation Bureau. We have dealt with so many strange stories and have become accustomed to it.

Jiang Ji had experienced the real-life version of Qi X Nuan Nuan in Shangshan County, changed countless sets of clothes, and had seen all kinds of underworld scenes.

To be honest, compared with what happened to the young master of the Lu family, this is nothing.

When they opened the sealed bag, everyone was hit by the stench.

Several flavors mixed together, and even though I was mentally prepared, my expression still twisted for a moment.

Xue Li unfolded the bus driver's work clothes and compared them to himself, "This won't fit."

He is 1.9 meters tall and has strong muscles. The clothes look like children's clothes in his hands.

Seeing this, others also quickly spread out their papers and checked them.

"Uh, mine too."

"It's so small... I can't even get my head in."

The bus driver was a slightly overweight man with a beer belly; the middle-aged woman in bandages had shoulders that were much wider than Ye Changli's, the male high school student was about the same height as Jiang Ji, and the little girl in red looked about seven or eight years old... At first glance, they really couldn't fit in.

Ying Huai opened the school uniform, picked it up and looked at it, thinking: "The clothes have the power of rules."

"Hmm?" Jiang Ji looked down and didn't see anything unusual.

Ying Huai's feeling could not be wrong. One of his talents was to tamper with the rules, and he was particularly sensitive to the power of rules.

So role-playing is an indispensable part of the ghost bus route? Jiang Ji thought.

Since it is a rule, there is room for maneuver.

Ying Huai took the sealed bag of clothes, and before anyone could see what he did, when he handed it back, it was the right size. He didn't know if it was a psychological effect, but the clothes seemed cleaner, and the stench of the corpse was still outside the clothes, not penetrating the fabric and sticking to the skin.

This BUG talent for modifying parameters is really useful.

The high school students were wearing the school uniforms of Aoki High School which was established more than 20 years ago. This school was located in Qiaojiang City and was abandoned more than 10 years ago.

Jiang Ji and Wei Shengdie went to the car prepared by Wang Chao to change clothes, and when they came out, everyone else had already changed.

The school uniforms of that era were criticized for being the most common and bulky styles. The color scheme of Aoki High School's uniform was blue and white. After being soaked in water for such a long time, it had turned yellow and faded. When worn on Ying Huai, it looked very ostentatious.

"This shirt is still a little tight." Xue Li squeezed himself into the bus driver's uniform with great difficulty. His muscles were cartoon-like and exaggerated. The uniforms of that era were still short-sleeved polo shirts, and his tendons almost burst the seams of the clothes.

He stretched his back and the sound of fabric tearing could be clearly heard.

Xue Li felt a chill on his back and underarms. He was stunned: "Boss, you didn't modify it according to my measurements?"

Ying Huai put his hands in his pockets, a little puzzled: "Why do you think I can remember your measurements?"

Others: “…”

Indeed, if Ying Huai remembered it very clearly, the situation would really take a turn for the worse.

Fortunately, the physiques of other people are not as exaggerated as Xue Li, so normal sizes can be worn.

Only Ajin had no clothes to change and was still wearing his T-shirt. Jiang Ji told him to just keep that clear and stupid look on his face.

Wang Chao saw that they had changed their clothes and handed over another suitcase, showing a row of snow-white teeth:

"The ghost money you want is also ready. It is all produced by Tiandi Bank and is trustworthy."

As he spoke, he opened the suitcase. On the left were rows of red banknotes, and on the right were brightly colored green banknotes. Everything was neatly packed to the brim, brand new.

The ghost money was also arranged by Jiang Ji. Since we have to go to so many places, it would be easier to arrange things with money.

This was the first time Ye Changli went on a mission with her. He poked A Jin quietly and asked, "Does she always do things like this?"

Ajin thought about it and nodded.

Ye Changli sighed inwardly, no wonder the boss was so cooperative, with Jiang Ji around, he could just free his brain!

Everything is ready.

After getting on the bus and sitting down, the others each took out a green bill from their suitcase and threw it into the coin box, acting as a passenger on the bus.

Xue Li sat in the driver's seat, facing these elderly