Chapter 960

Saying it, he did it. The next day, Bai Lang got up early and drove straight to the station. Sure enough, in the night, a bus came over slowly. "Rare to see, how many years has it been since I've seen this kind of articulated bus?" Thinking carefully, it seemed he had seen one when he traveled to the Imperial Capital in the 2010s. Bai Lang got on the bus just like that.

Before getting on, he knew this bus wasn't normal—it was a scrapped vehicle moving on the road, but it gave the feeling of being intact. And there were no dead people on the bus for the time being, let alone dead spirits, but the bus itself was possessed by a spiritual body and would sooner or later be occupied by dead spirits to become a ghost bus. "No spiritual wisdom has been born, but this won't do."

Bai Lang was seriously thinking about a solution. A martial general's shout was one way, just shout until the soul flew away and scattered, and that would be it. But Bai Lang suddenly remembered a method, "Speaking of which, there is a martial art called Magnetic Field Rotation. Although it's not of much use, it has quite peculiar aspects. I remember that someone once gave me a disc; it seems it was useful."

So Bai Lang fumbled around and found a disc, "Oh, makes people blind!" Bai Lang muttered, and jammed this disc under the seat. The bus drove for forty-something minutes and finally stopped at the "terminal station." Looking out from the bus window, it was the facade of a zoo. After Bai Lang got off, he found that this was just a plot of land that had been leased out but not developed.

Three people got on the bus in total. Besides Bai Lang, the other two people were stunned for a long time after getting off and then were scared to death. Bai Lang walked to the side and waited for a few minutes before Lu Nu came over—a 3D projected fake driver in the driver's seat, otherwise the little secret of driverless driving would be exposed.

"My scanning system tells me this place is not right!" Lu Nu expressed his opinion with the horn on the road, "It needs a larger yield!"

Bai Lang nodded, "Mm, it reminds me of a certain rule-based creepypasta. Maybe the appearance of these things is really related to human collective consciousness." In the endless void, there are so-called abysses in certain places—deeper and darker than other parts of the void, instinctively wanting to absorb other worlds to grow.

But relatively, the world swallowed by it will also instinctively turn over and pierce out from the abyss—so the abyss is trying to swallow on one side, while on the other, it is constantly losing. The abyss and the worlds within a certain range outside it form a ring. Big shots in the tavern have seen many such rings.

Bai Lang had also heard of it, but he hadn't seen it before. "Now I've seen it. Perhaps this is the influence of the abyss—the closer you are, the more idealistic it is." Human collective consciousness changes reality, and the 'gods' that these consciousnesses can create are undoubtedly evil gods.

"Maybe in the future, if there's a chance to experience it." Bai Lang said, leaning back on the seat. "By the way, trouble you to use the computer to edit a report and send it to the higher-ups, just say this thing has no danger, and I've already finished dealing with it—it will never be able to become a ghost bus, but instead will become something like a mousetrap. I've left some very good gifts for those dead spirits who want to possess it."

Bai Lang returned to the guesthouse, and the report had already been sent out—just waiting for the audit department to audit it, and he could get a bonus. Up to now, Bai Lang was still just peripheral personnel of the team, belonging to auxiliary police rather than having a formal position, or rather, he had half a position, able to enjoy medical and treatment benefits under certain circumstances, and able to purchase internal supplies like formal team members.

The bus was only half a step away from being a ghost bus. This night, bursts of yin wind had already wrapped around the tattered bus that had returned to its original form—this bus was parked in a weed-choked parking lot, and this small parking lot was also strangely enclosed in the middle by several high-rise buildings. The side facing this parking lot didn't have any windows, only a zigzag path that allowed bicycles and small electric scooters to pass through to the outside.

Even the exit of this road was a large, crowded courtyard, passing through a passage made of typical illegal structures, with a covered arcade on top. And this large courtyard didn't have many people, not many people lived here—of course, if there were relocation, one would find it packed with household registrations. This place was absolutely impossible for a bus to pass through; even an ordinary car couldn't drive through.

But this bus could go out for a ride and come back at a fixed time every day...

Now, in this parking lot where no one was watching, overgrown with weeds, and appearing very cold and gloomy, an inexplicable wind rolled up. Vaguely, several humanoid figures floated closer to this bus. In the dilapidated carriage, several "people" appeared, their complexions pale but looking quite clean, it's just that this figure seemed a bit transparent.

Almost in the blink of an eye, the whole bus seemed to have time reversed, directly turning into 80-90% new. And these figures sat down in the seats respectively, and one person sat in the driver's seat. The bus that Bai Lang had seen as fairly normal immediately had a cold feeling; there was no need to turn on the air conditioning in summer.

The lights also flickered; originally ordinary white lights, in an instant they seemed to turn dark red, but soon returned to normal.

The bus started silently, and the current time was 11:30 PM, not at all the 4:30 AM when the bus moved on its own.

On the road outside the large courtyard, there were no people now—this area was almost all similar large courtyards, places where not many people lived. There were still two people at the station here waiting for the bus while looking at their phones. "Why is the bus early today?" The late-night snack bus should come on time, and tonight it seemed to be ten minutes early.

These two men were both corporate slaves from nearby companies, the kind who worked overtime every day. Due to the problem of where they lived, they both came to take this bus, and this was the first time they had encountered it being early. Although they weren't from the same company, they had gotten to know each other over these days. Ge Jiazhi and Chen Yuzhang, these two guys with dark circles under their eyes, got on the bus.

Sitting in the seats one after another, Chen Yuzhang muttered, "Hey, there are quite a lot of people tonight?"

Besides the two of them, there were actually six other people in the bus, which was also rare; usually, there were at most three or four passengers. The bus started, and the bus was dead silent; no one spoke. After driving for five or six minutes, Ge Jiazhi's WeChat suddenly popped up, and it was sent by Chen Yuzhang behind him, "Big brother, this bus is not right! Except for us, it seems no one is looking at their phones? They don't look like they are sleeping either. Why do I feel like they are all looking at us?" ===== CHAPTER 961 =====