Chapter 60 If you don’t want to do it anymore, just get off the car.
As they were talking, the car came to a halt.
"I'm only saying this once. If you don't want to be stuck here, get out of the car now."
It is difficult to persuade a suicidal person with kind words.
Lin Xiyue's brows were a little stern, and she definitely didn't look like she was joking.
Han Yang originally thought it was a bit weird, so he wanted to connect. When he heard Lin Xiyue say this, he also became flustered.
As the saying goes, if you don't seek death, you won't die.
Although he is a young man, he is definitely the type who listens to advice and eats his fill.
Thinking it was better to believe it than not, he jumped up quickly and shouted to the driver, "I want to get off, I want to get off."
In an instant, everyone in the car turned to look at him.
His eyes were dull and his gaze was blurred.
Only the woman in red continued to draw her eyebrows and hum a song, as if she had heard nothing.
The driver also turned his head woodenly, and his dull eyes made Han Yang's heart tremble violently.
There seemed to be a thorough chill that went straight up from the soles of my feet to the top of my head.
At this moment.
Something that looked like a thousand paper cranes flew in from the car window.
The bus, which was originally windless, suddenly had a gust of cold wind and then made a clanging sound.
The door of the last bus finally opened.
Han Yang ran down, tumbling and crawling.
To be honest, running a step slower is a disrespect for life.
There was a clanging sound from behind, which was the sound of a bus door closing. He turned around and saw the bus starting to move slowly.
It was at this moment that he realized that the wheels of the bus seemed to be not touching the ground. No wonder he felt that the bus was unusually stable all the way and he could not feel even the slightest bump.
After getting off the car, Han Yang realized that he was sweating all over his back. When the night wind blew, he felt that his limbs were cold.
A little paper crane landed on his shoulder and lay there quietly.
This scene was very strange, but it made Han Yang feel inexplicably relieved.
At this time, everyone in the live broadcast room also saw the bus going away through Hanyang's mobile phone screen.
Everyone's eyes widened in disbelief.
I saw the last bus swaying and drifting away, and then a white arch bridge suddenly appeared in front of us. The bus floated onto the arch bridge under everyone's eyes and then disappeared.
The barrage was instantly flooded with comments from a group of people.
[Oh my god, is this the rumored last train for the dead? ! ]
[Wow, how weird! No wonder there was no sound of a car starting up on the screen, it turns out the car is actually floating in the air!]
[It was a close call! If he had done it for one more second, this guy would have gone to heaven! ]
[Mom! What did I find out? There really is something fishy about the last train in this world! ]
[Ah, stop talking to the guy above. I won’t dare go out at night anymore! ]
[I really want to ask why your last bus is so early! It’s only a little after 8 o’clock now! ]
[I was about to take the bus home, but now I'm shivering as I look at the bus! ]
Han Yang, who was still in shock, felt a warm current running across his shoulders, and his limbs gradually warmed up.
Having just encountered a car full of ghosts, the originally empty streets made him even more frightened. However, with the company of the little paper crane, Jiantou, he inexplicably felt at ease.
He also discovered that if it weren't for this little paper crane, looking at the driver's stiff and cold expression, it seemed that he was unwilling to let him get off the car.
He looked at Lin Xiyue's beautiful and calm face on the other end of the live broadcast, and his trembling legs finally stood up straight.
Seeing the comments, he replied: "Our place is quite remote and we have to pass by a whole cemetery. At night, no one walks there, so the bus will close earlier."
Han Yang explained.
I quickly called a car with my mobile phone, and while waiting for the car, I diverted my attention by watching the bullet screen in the live broadcast room.
Lin Xiyue was not in a hurry. She waited until the car Han Yang called finally arrived before she disconnected the connection.
The tone of the barrage changed completely. Those who were previously questioning Lin Xiyue all shut up after seeing what happened just now.
At this time, some netizens remembered what Lin Xiyue had just said to the woman, that her daughter was not a human being.
If what the anchor said is true, then that family is in great danger.
[Anchor, I believe what you said now. Did the daughter of that person really turn into a ghost? Will her family be in danger?]
[Yes, anchor, saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda. If you can, please help that family! ]
[Don't go too far, the anchor is not a god. How can he save people if the woman doesn't believe in him? ]
[Why don’t you just calculate it? After all, our anchor is so amazing! ]
[No matter how great a broadcaster is, he is still a human being. There are some things that fate cannot control. ]
【Everyone, stop arguing and listen to what the host has to say? 】
Seeing that everyone was waiting for her to speak, Lin Xiyue said, "I just said that there will be a follow-up to this matter. Although the family will be frightened, they should not be in danger."
After Lin Xiyue finished speaking, rocket special effects appeared in the barrage.
System prompt.
【Forever Little Baby sends out rocket x 1】
【Forever Little Baby sends out rocket x 1】
【Forever Little Baby sends out rocket x 1】
Lin Xiyue initiated the connection.
The eternal little baby appeared on the screen.
What is somewhat surprising is that such a lovely name is connected to a middle-aged uncle.
He had an unshaven beard and a weather-beaten face, and it was obvious that he had been outside in the wind and sun for many years.
Maybe it was because it was his first time connected in a live broadcast room, he seemed a little reserved and didn't know where to look for a moment.
"Hello, host. My last name is Zhao."
Uncle Zhao spoke a little awkwardly. He looked at Lin Xiyue, his sad eyes full of expectation.
"Anchor, can you help me calculate whether my son is still alive?"
As he spoke, his hands, full of anxiety, fumbled in his arms for a long time and pulled out a photo.
It was a somewhat yellowed photo. The background of the photo was in a small rural yard. A three-year-old boy was holding a milky white puppy and smiling happily.
Because the photo was a little curled when it was placed in his arms, Uncle Zhao carefully smoothed out the curled edges of the photo, taking great care of it.
"We were poor at the time and didn't take many photos. I found this photo on the phone of my child's aunt."
After the man finished speaking, tears welled up in his eyes.
The gray hair looked even more eye-catching at this moment.
"My son has been missing for nine years now. If he were still alive, he would have grown into a teenager."
Recalling the past, Uncle Zhao's face was full of resentment.
The son was just over three years old when he went missing. The family was busy at the time and children in rural areas were left to roam freely. That day, his wife was cooking in the kitchen while he went to work in the fields. The three-year-old son was playing with a puppy in the yard. When his wife finished cooking and came to the yard to check on the child, she found that the child was missing.