When it was Cheng Shuang's turn, the others stared at each other, wide-eyed at the ticket she was clutching in her hand.
The little girl made no attempt to hide it; the ticket read—Food and Culture Street.
The group quickly moved through the shelves, grabbing as many of the better-tasting foods from the convenience store as possible and stuffing them all into her storage compartment.
The visual mosaic was not activated when the single round-trip ticket was purchased. To avoid worrying everyone, Cheng Shuang did not mention it. After the Gate of Reincarnation opened, the little girl obediently said goodbye to everyone and went inside.
The group exchanged worried glances.
Cheng Shuang was no longer that guilty. Compared to many people, she had a heart that was both big and small, and she was very clear about what was important and what was not.
People's hearts are biased, and those who occupy the main place in her heart are naturally the convenience store partners. People like Longdian and Bianyi Dage are passersby she will always remember.
From childhood to adulthood, everyone experiences separation. Whether it's with kindergarten friends, summer camp buddies, or new classmates in extracurricular classes, in the end, everyone will part ways.
The only thing she felt bad about was that she didn't have the courage to tell Long Dian the truth—she was just a passerby in his life!
The reason why Cheng Shuang seemed so strange to Liu Juan and the others was that the girl was increasingly tired and could hardly hide it. After distributing the clothes and weapons that she had specially brought back for everyone, she slept for two days before gradually recovering.
When Cheng Shuang woke up, she strongly suspected that the accelerated pregnancy during that period caused her body to have an adverse reaction. By the time she fully regained her senses, she had already missed the best opportunity to explain to everyone.
The gate of reincarnation has opened.
After crossing the dark gate, we entered a place shrouded in mist and unbearably humid, like another Silent Hill.
At the same time, two headlights shone from afar, and almost immediately a gaudy, dilapidated bus came to a stop in front of Cheng Shuang, making a rough, unpleasant noise as it braked, making one worry that the wrecked vehicle might fall apart at any moment.
The driver's seat was empty, but the door slammed open, and a chill from the air conditioner wafted out of the car.
The little girl hesitated to get on the bus; she stopped at the door and looked around inside.
There were already about a dozen passengers on the bus, among whom the two in the front row were the most conspicuous. They wore exaggerated black top hats with brims that completely covered their faces, revealing only their delicate chins. Not only were their appearances intriguing, but their demeanor was also completely out of place with the others.
Cheng's sharp eyes noticed that they were covered with colorful blankets, and steaming hot drinks and bento boxes were placed on the tables, which resembled airplane tray tables.
All of this immediately distanced them from others. After all, while the others were shivering in the excessively cold air-conditioned environment, they were enjoying soft blankets and fragrant food. This meant they must have different statuses or some special circumstances.
The little girl didn't think that all the people sitting in the car freezing were tourists, and that the maintainers had several compartments without spare food and warm clothing.
As for whether to get on the bus or not?
She didn't hesitate. The surroundings were foggy, and without a car or a map, finding a way out was the biggest challenge.
Just as Cheng Shuang took a step, she suddenly felt a chill behind her. She quickly turned around and saw a female ticket seller wearing an exaggerated mythical beast mask floating in.
The reason they could identify her was because she was carrying a ticket bag that looked just like a big bus, and she spread her hands out to Cheng Shuang, uttering a single word dryly, "Ticket!"
Cheng Shuang lowered her eyes and glanced subtly at the ticket seller's withered, pale, yet slender fingers, tentatively took out a pen and paper, wrote the word "ticket," tore it into a strip, and stuffed it into the ticket seller's hand.
That icy touch was definitely not human.
The ticket seller withdrew his hand, looked into his palm through the holes between the eyes of the mythical beast mask, paused for a moment as if puzzled, and then repeated emotionlessly, "Ticket?"
“Yes, this is the ticket,” Cheng Shuang replied cheekily.
However, the other party was not buying it. He stared stubbornly at his palm and said again, "Ticket!" His tone was as cold and dry as before, but with an added hint of danger.
If we keep testing the waters, things could get dangerous and we'll be risking our lives!
The little girl stopped in time, and reluctantly took out the ticket that the cashier had spat out. No wonder the ticket hadn't been taken by the Gate of Reincarnation this time; it turned out it was waiting for her here!
The ticket seller, having received the ticket, took a half step back. In an instant, her other, overly slender hand transformed into scissors, snip-snip the ticket in half, returning one half to Cheng Shuang and putting the other half into her ticket bag.
Cheng Shuang got into the car without hesitation. Her first feeling was cold, and she instantly got goosebumps all over her body from the cold.
If it's over 30 degrees Celsius outside, like the humid weather in the south, then the temperature inside the bus is probably less than zero degrees Celsius, since the condensation on the windows and the fog outside are indistinguishable.
She flinched, then looked toward the empty driver's seat.
Upon closer inspection, it was discovered that there was indeed a driver in the seat, but the driver was too short and there was more than one person.
It should be said that there were four guinea pig-sized 'animals' wearing masks, two of them in the car seat controlling the steering wheel, and two of them on the brake and accelerator pedals, controlling the car's movement and stopping. It's unclear how well they coordinated, but Cheng Shuang recalled that the car's route before it stopped seemed somewhat erratic.
The little girl couldn't help but admire the passengers present. Not a single one of them seemed afraid of a car accident. Upon closer inspection, wow, everyone was wearing a seatbelt, their faces pale, and one person was holding a vomit bag. Clearly, the four 'animals' weren't very good drivers!
The interior and exterior of the carriage were in the same dilapidated state. The seats lacked even the most basic cushions, and were hard, old plastic chairs, though they were clean.
Cheng Shuang had only ever seen this kind of bus in old movies.
These passengers were seasoned veterans; none of them showed any curiosity about the newcomers. Some were curled up asleep, some were rubbing their hands and feet with their heads down, and others were hugging each other for warmth.
After Cheng Shuang found an empty seat in the middle by the window and sat down, the ticket seller floated up. She held up a sign that read: Please keep the carriage clean. No fare evasion, no one occupying two seats, and no eating or drinking food or beverages other than those provided by the bus company's catering department in the carriage.
Cheng Shuang knew the sign was being shown to her alone. The little girl raised her hand to indicate, "Excuse me, how do I buy food and blankets?"
Yes, buy.
If it were something that could be obtained for free, probably no one would willingly endure the cold. Similarly, if supplies could be stored in advance using spatial storage, no one would brave the cold in thin clothing.
The fact that the ticket seller clearly stated the 'rules' does not mean there are no traps within them.
Keep the carriage clean?
A blanket spread out would affect the cleanliness of the carriage, which is definitely not acceptable. Therefore, the two people in the front wearing top hats used a blanket that was just as colorful as the exterior of the bus. This must be a product produced and sold by the bus company itself.
The outer rim of the steaming hot beverage cup was also decorated with fancy patterns; upon closer inspection, the words "bus company" could be seen.
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