really.
Not long after I finished that cup of coffee, the book review section for "Human World is Like Hell" exploded.
At first, there was a chorus of howls and screams of terror at the news update.
[Holy crap! How am I supposed to take the bus now?! Author, are you a devil?!]
[The paper-doll driver... the passenger holding his head... I, Timo, just got off the last bus! Why do I feel like the driver is looking at me and laughing!]
Okay, following "bed phobia" and "auditory knocking at the door," I've now gloriously contracted "last bus paranoia." From now on, I'll only be allowed to take taxis when I go out at night!
But soon, the tone of the comments section changed.
Some astute readers immediately sensed something was amiss.
Wait a minute! Yang Jian threw the ghost out of the car?!
Ghost tamers can be used like this? Directly stealing positions from ghosts?
[Upstairs, you've spotted the key point!]
This is no longer a simple matter of evasion and survival; it's about exploiting the rules and playing a game of cat and mouse with the devil! Yang Jian is transforming from prey into hunter!
[This is absolutely terrifying! This is truly dark fiction!]
To survive, he'd even manipulate ghosts! That's so cool! The protagonist's cold-bloodedness and decisiveness are absolutely awesome!
The fear triggered by the "last train" has once again swept across the entire internet.
It has an even wider impact than the previous "ghost knocking on the door" and "ghost under the bed" stories.
Because taking the bus is an unavoidable part of daily life for the vast majority of city dwellers.
The next day, at Jiangcheng No.1 Middle School.
Wu Di had two black eyes.
She drifted to Lin Que's side like a ghost and grabbed his arm.
"Brother Que... I had a nightmare last night..."
He lowered his voice and leaned close to Lin Que's ear, his voice trembling slightly.
"I dreamt that I was riding the 302 bus that runs in front of my house, but the driver turned into a paper figure, and the bus was full of ghosts..."
The guy holding his head was sitting right next to me and asked, "Hey, do you know where my head fell off?"
Lin Que yawned and glanced at him lazily:
Did you tell him?
"Holy crap, I wouldn't dare! I woke up in fright right there!"
Wu Di looked miserable, but then lowered his voice.
His eyes held a strange excitement.
"But Brother Que, don't you think Yang Jian looked incredibly cool when he threw that old ghost out the window?"
To be so arrogant on a ghost train, that's what a real man does!
You know, if only I were half as good as him…
"If you had half of him, you wouldn't have to do your homework."
Lin Que lazily interrupted him.
Wu Di's face instantly fell:
"...Then let's forget about it."
"Thinking of Bingbing's gaze, I feel that all the girls in red on that platform are pretty."
Wu Di muttered to himself, both afraid and recalling the plot.
When he came to his senses, he saw Lin Que about to lie down again, so he quickly shook him:
"Brother Que, wake up! Do you think there really are ghost buses in this world?"
"Well... it's hard to say."
Lin Que shifted his position, preparing to catch up on his sleep.
"Anyway, I'll go out less at night and go home earlier to do my homework."
Looking at Lin Que's heartless attitude, Wu Di felt like crying but had no tears.
The atmosphere in the Chinese language teaching and research group office was oppressive.
Young teacher Wang's face was pale, and her hands were trembling as she typed on her phone:
"I will never let my daughter take the bus at night again!"
She went home crying yesterday, saying the driver had no expression the whole time.
Everyone on the bus had their heads down. The more she thought about it, the more frightened she became, and she got off three stops early!
Another teacher echoed with lingering fear:
"you do not say!
Our neighborhood's WeChat group is buzzing with excitement. Several people said they felt a chill down their spine while taking the last bus last night.
They turned around and found nothing. Now everyone's discussing whether to share a taxi home from work.
Shen Qingqiu held her water glass, listening to her colleagues' discussion.
Of course she knew the source of all this.
She recalled a few days ago,
Lin Que solemnly declared to her that he would learn from "Jian Shen" and absorb positive energy.
Now look at the widespread "last train fear" that's sweeping the city.
A deep sense of powerlessness welled up inside me.
She couldn't control Lin Que.
She couldn't control the devil known as the "Dream Weaver of Hell." In her despair and helplessness, her gaze unconsciously fell on the desk.
There, on the shelf, lay a brand-new copy of the magazine "New Tide".
The cover features an illustration from "The Miracles of the Namiya General Store." Darkness cannot be defeated, then...
"Guide with light?" A thought flashed through her mind in an instant. She took a deep breath, stood up abruptly, and opened the drawer.
She pulled out the most elegant one from a stack of letters.
He laid the paper out on the table and grasped the pen. The pen tip hovered on the paper, trembling slightly.
After a long while, she finally wrote the first line.
【Dear Professor Jian Shen, hello...】
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