Mysterious recovery

"What do you know?" Yang Jian didn't act rashly, but asked directly.

The man said: "I don't know much, I only know that once this bus passes six o'clock, there will be ghosts getting on the bus at every stop, sometimes one, sometimes two, the electronic display screen You have also seen the number of passengers on board, the record is not the number of living people, but the number of ghosts in the car."

"Currently, the number of ghosts in the carriage is... 1. Fortunately, that ghost got out of the carriage."

The man looked up slightly and saw the number of passengers on the electronic screen: 1.

One less than the previous 2.

Hearing this, Yang Jian's expression froze immediately. This person's words coincided with his previous guess.

I also guessed that the number of passengers on the bus did not refer to the number of living people, but the number of ghosts.

Among the more than 20 passengers, there were two ghosts.

"How can you confirm that this is the number of ghosts?" Yang Jian asked.

The man laughed: "You can live here for seven or eight days, and you know this."

"Seven or eight days? Are you the missing criminal policeman Xu Feng from Xiaochun City?" Yang Jian's expression moved slightly, and he said immediately.

"Oh, you know me?"

Xu Feng raised his head slightly, his face was haggard, and his eyes were bloodshot, as if he hadn't slept for several days, and he had persisted until now, with such a look that he might suddenly die suddenly.

Yang Jiandao: "You have been missing for a long time, and the headquarters wanted to find you, but I was asked to follow your signal and came to this bus."

Xu Feng thought for a while and said: "Then you are unlucky enough. My satellite positioning mobile phone was accidentally lost on the bus when the accident happened. Although I tried to look for it later, I couldn't find it. If you said that the mobile phone signal If you are still in the car, then this matter will be complicated."

"You want to say that your mobile phone fell into the hands of a certain ghost?" Yang Jian frowned deeply.

Xu Feng was in the car, but his mobile phone was not there, but the mobile phone signal was there.

So where will the phone be hidden?

"It's possible, and it's very high. At least in my opinion, there's nowhere to hide things on this bus." Xu Feng's tired eyes moved: "We're about to drive, you decide whether to get on the bus or not." Get out of the car."

"Do you know the departure time?" Yang Jian asked.

Xu Feng said: "I have been observing for a long time, every time it is 5 minutes, no more, no less, after 5 minutes, no matter whether you get off the bus or not, the bus will run again, at least in my opinion. .”

"You've been here for so long and there's no way to leave?" Yang Jian said, "When you were in Xiaochun City, you had a chance to get off the bus."

He didn't fully believe Xu Feng's words, nor did he completely fail, he just felt that there were many loopholes in Xu Feng's words.

If Xu Feng stayed here for seven or eight days, it is impossible that he did not know the opportunity to leave, how could he be trapped here all the time.

"As I said before, it's not that easy to get off the car. It takes time to get off the car. I haven't waited for it yet." Xu Feng said.

opportunity?

what time?

The doubts in Yang Jian's heart grew more and more.

What seemed to be a simple matter turned out to be more and more complicated by Xu Feng's words.

Originally, he planned to get out of the car, but now he hesitated instead.

However, at this time, there was a sudden cry from the dark world outside. This cry was a bit quiet, as if it came from the deep mountains and old forests, revealing a ghostly feeling.

Yang Jian's face changed, but he still didn't choose to get out of the car immediately, but stood at the car door and looked in the direction of the crying sound.

He vaguely saw a grave in the dim wilderness far away.

There was no tombstone in front of the grave, and a man in white filial piety couldn't tell the difference between male and female. He knelt in front of the grave, his body was stiff and motionless, and the crying sound that looked like a man and a woman came from that person.

"When did the extra tombs appear? When I looked outside, it was clear that there were no more." Yang Jian's eyes flickered.

He had paid attention to the outside before, although it was a little weird, but there was nothing unusual.

But not long after the cry sounded, many of the passengers who got off the bus started to cry one after another following the cry.

The voice grew from small to loud, and gradually overlapped with that cry.

Then the cries of the passengers died away, and they knelt on the ground facing the direction of the grave, motionless.

"You, what's the matter with you?" Someone pushed in fear.

But the passengers kneeling on the ground fell to the ground without breath, their cold faces were stained with tears, their expressions were sad, and their faces were stiff.

Die, die~!

And more than one, several people were like this, knelt on the ground and began to cry, and then died there shortly after crying, the body was motionless.

"Hurry up, run away, it's haunted." Someone screamed like crazy, and started to flee in all directions, like a headless fly.

Zhang Hao, Zheng Yaowen and the others were so frightened that they wanted to run away.

Yang Jian glanced at it, and for the sake of chatting together, he reminded: "If you don't want to die, get back in the car. The world outside belongs to ghosts, and there is only one dead end no matter where you go."

Now he sees it.

Why did Xu Feng say it was dangerous to get off the car.

This is a ghost's world, similar to a ghost domain, entering this place is equivalent to directly facing the attack of a ghost.

It's hard to survive.

Moreover, it is uncertain whether the outside world is the ghost domain in Yang Jian's cognition, or it may be a more terrifying spiritual place than the ghost domain.

Once you set foot in this place, once you wait for the car to drive away, it may be difficult to leave alive if you rely on yourself alone.

Chapter 3: Grave Crying Ghost

Zhang Hao, Zheng Yaowen and the three girls who were traveling with them fell behind because they got off the bus late.

When the cries sounded in front of the grave in the field, the people who got out of the car first were unlucky. They made a very incomprehensible movement, knelt on the ground directly, and looked towards the side of the earthen grave in the distance. Fang Xiang started to cry, but after crying a few times, the crying stopped.

Several people died crying silently in front of them.

The sad expression on his face before his death, as well as the desperation and fear revealed in his ashen and lifeless eyes, made people's hairs stand on end in an instant, and their hearts trembled with fear.

This is no longer as simple as a mere supernatural event, but a terrifying murder of ghosts.

The ghost crying grave in the field was killing the passengers who got off the bus in some unimaginable way.

Under the fear, everyone can only run away screaming.

But several passengers ran for a few steps, but stopped suddenly, turned around and knelt on the ground, crying in the direction of the earth grave in the field.

Hearing the cries of those people, Zhang Hao and Zheng Yaowen were so frightened that they almost collapsed.

Because this kind of crying sound is like a death talisman. Whoever kneels and cries on the ground is doomed to die. The corpses on the ground before are the best proof.

Trying to run in another direction.

But Yang Jian's words gave them a sense of direction in despair.

Enter the car?

For some reason, seeing Yang Jian's calm and composed appearance standing in front of the car door, several people couldn't help but feel an almost blind sense of trust, thinking that the car is the safest place, and the outside is simply not too scary.

Without thinking too much, I ran towards the bus without even scrambling.

"Woo~!" The crying continued, like a ghost asking for his life.

now.

Except for the five of them who had left the bus before, they were returning, and the rest scattered and fled.

Although he didn't know where he went, the chance of surviving amidst the crying was probably less than one in ten thousand.

"The cries of this ghost will kill those who are close to it first, but other people can't escape the fate of being killed. It's just a matter of time... In this way, this ghost belongs to the existence of indiscriminate killing." Yang Jian He also heard the cry, but he didn't seem to be affected.

I don't know if it's because I'm on the bus.

"Ah~!"

Among the five people who ran back at this time, there was a girl who seemed to be wearing high-heeled shoes, and accidentally twisted her body, losing her balance and falling to the ground.

"Feng Xiaolu, let's go." That Zheng Yaowen subconsciously glanced back, intending to go back and give him a hand.

As a result, as soon as he turned his head, he and the girl named Feng Xiaolu twitched uncontrollably, making a sad and crying expression. As soon as this expression sat down, tears fell uncontrollably... It only took a few seconds The two cried out in tandem.

Then he knelt down towards the earthen grave in the field in disbelief.

It's over~!

Zheng Yaowen and the girl named Feng Xiaolu all had this desperate thought in their minds.

They did all these movements unconsciously, as if their bodies were out of control, and only their own consciousness belonged to them.

Seeing this scene, Yang Jian's face was calm, as if the death of the two had no effect on him at all.

Slightly out of the way.

The remaining Zhang Hao and the remaining two girls ran back to the bus smoothly.

There were only these three people, and none of the other people who got off the bus came back alive.

How long has it been?

In less than 5 minutes, more than a dozen passengers died.

And they all fell into the hands of a ghost.

"If I got off the bus just now, if I didn't know how to return to the bus to protect myself, I don't know how long I can last in the hands of that ghost."

Yang Jian looked at the corpses kneeling on the ground towards the direction of the grave mound, he couldn't help but clenched his fists and felt an inexplicable chill in his heart.

If he defined the horror level of this ghost, it would definitely be A-level.

On the same level as the knocker.

And if he wanted to create a file and a name for this ghost, Yang Jian felt that he could name this ghost Grave Weeping Ghost.

"Congratulations, you have survived this dead situation." Looking away, he looked at the three people whose expressions almost collapsed, and said slowly: "Don't be so afraid. You'll get used to it after a few times."

Zhang Hao and the others were pretty lucky. They reminded me that three of them survived.

Back then, among the more than 40 students in my class, only seven survived, and the death rate was much higher than them.

Zhang Hao didn't speak, his whole body trembled in fear, and the two girls who survived also curled up together and shivered.

"Get used to it as soon as possible, don't forget, you haven't left here yet, you are still in danger." Yang Jian ignored it, but continued to look outside the car.

Because at this time he found that the person was dead, and the crying outside stopped.

But the grave mound in the field still stands there, and it looks extraordinarily intrusive in the dim environment just after nightfall.

and many more.

Where did the ghost who was kneeling in front of the grave crying just now go?

Yang Jian narrowed his eyes, and found that the ghost who was kneeling in front of the grave crying just now had disappeared, and disappeared in the blink of an eye, as if disappeared out of thin air.

"No, it didn't disappear, it's beside..."

The next moment, when Yang Jian found the trace of the ghost, even he was taken aback.

A man in filial piety had come to the rear of the car at some point, and he walked slowly towards the entrance of the car with his head down.

Looking at the scene, it wants to get in the car.

"Oh shit."

Yang Jian's hairs stood on end.

If such a grave-crying ghost gets into the car and starts crying in the car, it's a fart, and everyone in the car will die.

Do you want to stop it?

Yang Jian had this thought in an instant.

If you use the ghost image, maybe you can restrain the ghost and make the ghost kneel outside.

But everything here is too weird. Even if he blocks the grave-crying ghost himself, the change seems to be minimal. That Xu Feng said just now, this bus will have another stop, maybe it will be at the next stop There are still ghosts coming in the car, and you go to stop it?

"Back off."

Yang Jian gritted his teeth and gave up trying to stop the ghost from getting into the car.

Everything is abnormal here, it's better for me to save my energy and use all my strength to protect myself instead of confronting an A-level ghost head-on.

At present, there is no ghost candle in hand, no golden container, and I will suffer a lot if I go head-to-head.