"You young people just rely on your youth and don't care about your body at all. Although your work is important, your body is also very important. If you don't have a good body, how can you live to work and make money."
Chu Ping nodded casually and responded a few times. Unexpectedly, the driver's uncle thought that Chu Ping was interested in these things and seemed to be even happier. He opened up the conversation and couldn't close it at all.
"This is not yesterday. There was an accident on a bus near the flea market where you just came out."
Originally, Chu Ping didn't want to pay attention to the uncle driver at all. He just wanted to endure it until he got off the bus and nothing would happen. But when he heard the uncle driver mentioned that there was a bus accident yesterday, Chu Ping thought of the No. 405 bus.
car.
"Something happened to the bus? What happened?"
The driver's uncle glanced at Chu Ping in the rearview mirror, as if he was wondering why he didn't know about this.
"I haven't watched TV and rarely surfed the Internet, so I don't know much about what happened recently."
"I just said that you young people work really hard for your work."
The uncle driver complained about Chu Ping's lifestyle and told him about yesterday's bus accident.
"On the street behind the flea market, a bus suddenly caught fire. At that time, including the driver, there were about ten people on the bus, and they were all gone. Fortunately, the place was deserted after all, and no one usually walked there. Otherwise,
More people died. Fortunately, there was a passenger going to that street and I didn’t pull him away, otherwise you wouldn’t be able to see me today, young man.”
The uncle driver was very enthusiastic and told Chu Ping again based on his own understanding of what happened at that time.
"The bus is on fire? Shouldn't it be an explosion?"
Chu Ping didn't understand that when the No. 405 bus exploded, he was at the scene and could be said to be one of the parties involved. Originally, Chu Ping would have thought that after the No. 405 bus explosion, the police would find him immediately, but this matter has not happened.
A day and a night passed, but there was no news at all.
Chu Ping's voice was very low, and the driver didn't pay attention to his words. He just raised his head and glanced at Chu Ping in the rearview mirror.
"I heard that the bus driver did not check the bus when he delivered it. The line was old and overloaded, so the fire broke out."
The driver uncle said to Chu Ping mysteriously. That look reminded Chu Ping of yesterday.
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The old Xie Tou from the second-hand bookstall who tricked him into buying books.
"But bus No. 405 should be very new, so why is it aging?"
"Who knows... Wait a minute, young man, which bus are you talking about?"
Chu Ping saw the driver's face full of doubts in the rearview mirror and thought he had made a mistake, so he said it again.
"Bus No. 405, I took it yesterday."
Chu Ping recalled the appearance of the No. 405 bus he saw yesterday. It had a brand new body and was equipped with air conditioning. At that time, Chu Ping sighed with emotion, saying that the government had finally done something good.
"Young man, who did you hear that the car that caught fire was the No. 405 bus?"
Chu Ping was stunned by the driver's uncle's words, and his heart tightened, and a very bad feeling suddenly surged into his heart.
"It's difficult, it's difficult, it's hard..."
Chu Ping's tone began to become incoherent.
Seeing Chu Ping like this, the driver burst into laughter.
"Young man, I told you not to ruin yourself for work. How are you doing now? Did you remember it wrong? There is no No. 405 bus in the urban area of West China City."
Chu Ping couldn't remember how he got home. Ever since the driver's uncle told him that there was no No. 405 bus in the urban area of West China City, Chu Ping felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, with blood all over his body.
Braving the cold.
He clearly remembered that he was on the 405 bus, and Chu Ping could still recall the appearance of the passengers in the car at that time.
How could it be possible?
The sun shone on Chu Ping's face through the window, making his originally pale complexion turn a little rosy, but the dark circles on his eyes became even worse.
After Chu Ping returned home, he thought about having a good sleep, but all he thought about was what the driver's uncle told him.
There is no No. 405 bus in the urban area of West China City.
"Why not? You can't see ghosts, right?"
Chu Ping tossed and turned in bed unable to sleep, always feeling that this was a bit unbelievable.
When Chu Ping saw the "Happiness Diary" still open on the bedside again, his restlessness became even more intense.
"No, we can't keep it."
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Every time Chu Ping starts to feel restless, it means something is going to happen. When he ran out of the No. 405 bus, he sensed it in advance.
Of course, the premise is that the 405 bus actually exists.
Thinking of this, Chu Ping got up from the bed, got dressed, and hurried downstairs with the "Happiness Diary".
At this time, Chu Ping looked sneaky, like a thief who broke into the house and stole things.
Chu Ping found a garbage dump far away from the community. The smell was so bad that no one came near it.
"That's it."
It seems that Chu Ping is very satisfied with this place.
After finishing the things, Chu Ping returned home very satisfied, lay on the bed, and fell asleep without knowing it.
In the dream, I was still in that room, but it was not as red as before, nor was there a birthday cake with eighteen candles. What was there was Chu Ping himself and a bowl of fragrant meat.
"Meat? As long as it's not cake."
Chu Ping's nose twitched, and the rich aroma of meat poured into his nostrils, stirring up the trace of desire in his heart.
Eroted by desire, Chu Ping had already picked up the chopsticks and was eating the meat in front of him in big mouthfuls, like a hungry wild beast with only food in his eyes.
His eyes gradually turned blood red, just like the state in that dream, but this time there was no woman cutting the cake for him, only a bowl of meat.
The meat in the bowl has reached the bottom, but the desire in Chu Ping's heart has not diminished, spreading rapidly like a virus.
"Honey, do you like the smell of me?"
A woman's voice came from behind the kitchen door, her blood-red eyes fixed on it.
Chu Ping's heavy breathing echoed in the silent room and could not dissipate for a long time.
"you······"
Broken memory fragments appeared in Chu Ping's mind, and his originally blood-red eyes actually had a look of fear.
When the woman appeared, Chu Ping began to panic, and the blood could not restrain him.
"Honey, what's wrong with you?"
The woman's expression showed a little pity. She moved with lotus steps and came to Chu Ping, her green-white fingers lightly touching his face.
