heavy fog

A black jeep was parked on the long and narrow road. A man in a leather jacket was leaning against the door, holding a telescope in his hand, staring at the valley in the distance.

The morning mist filled the air, and there was a crooked road sign three meters away from the car. The faded paint letters formed the vague name "Meteorite Town". The low broad-leaved forest beside the road stood lifelessly, with There is a thick layer of dust.

The road is full of cracks caused by heavy trucks. The town is in a valley more than 500 meters away. Not far from this small town in the western United States, there is an iron ore area that is about to be mined, but it has been semi-abandoned. , only one machine was still humming monotonously.

"This damn place..." the man with the binoculars said to himself, "Is this the mission target?"

"The town with the most disappearances in ten years."

Two young men and women stepped out of the jeep, all carrying travel bags and wearing sneakers. One of the guys with a cigarette in his mouth stuffed a revolver into his pocket and grinned sinisterly: "The most suspect in the town The people who have been investigated by those agents have almost been investigated. It's a pity that they all went into a misunderstanding and disappeared from the world."

The man in the leather jacket put away his binoculars, nodded and said, "Except for the waiters in the motel, the staff at the gas station, and the pastor of the church, who else in this small town can be the first to come into contact with outsiders? Haha, this is a genius." thoughts..."

Orange lights lit up at the end of the road.

An old bus came out of Meteorite Town, saw a jeep on the side of the road and a "traveler" waving vigorously, and stopped suddenly, bringing up a lot of dust.

"Hi." The window of the driver's seat was opened, and a young man with an oriental face looked at them curiously, "Good morning! It seems that you are in trouble?"

"That's right, the car broke down! We may have to wait here for three hours before the people from the auto repair shop can arrive! Where is this bus going, we are going to take it."

"What?" The bus driver was surprised, "For God's sake, you are only a few hundred meters away from Meteorite Town." He opened the car door as he spoke.

Although robbers with guns occasionally appear on remote roads, the targets should be trucks or private cars. No one will hijack a small town bus, let alone the first bus, and there are no passengers except the driver.

The "traveler" with ulterior motives got on the bus and threw a large denomination dollar bill into the coin box, which made the driver who was about to say something immediately shut up. Where do these guys go, the bus route is always fixed.

——He didn't know his situation at all. The three passengers in the carriage were much more dangerous than the robbers.

Wen Luan, a bus driver in Meteorite Town, is of Chinese descent.

In his opinion, this is just an ordinary morning, with a gray sky, a desolate road, and people are dreaming.There are very few outsiders in Meteorite Town, and most of them are lost. He will always pick up a few on the road in ten days and a half months.

Rock music was playing on the car radio, and Wen Luan was thinking about today's lunch. He glanced at the rearview mirror and found that the expressions of the three passengers were a little strange.

Wen Luan's heart skipped a beat, and the alarm bells rang.

The female traveler closed her eyes tightly, and her forehead was still dripping with cold sweat. Her companion stared at Wen Luan in disbelief, and his palms were still stretched out into his bulging pockets.

Wen Luan subconsciously moved his foot off the accelerator. The road was very bumpy, and his driving style was wild - driving on deserted roads without cars for a long time. The S-shaped curve on the road in Keng Xiaokeng all the way, many outsiders would turn pale when they took his car.

But you wouldn't pull out a pistol just because you tortured them into motion sickness?

Are they gangsters who fled from the east coast?

Wen Luan smiled blackly, but he didn't know that his smile looked like a devil to the "passengers".

"God, how is it possible, the control of mental abilities has no effect on him at all."

"No, my ability attack can't be activated..."

The passenger sat stiffly on the chair, subconsciously moving closer in fear. Sure enough, this devil town is not that simple, they are too reckless!

The horrified low voice was completely submerged in the rock music of the car radio, Wen Luan didn't hear what they were saying at all, he just felt that the atmosphere was very dangerous, if he didn't say anything, maybe he would be shot today.

"This unlucky road has been broken for more than ten years. We can't find Meteorite Town on a slightly larger map. Of course, no one came to repair the road for us... Hey, there is no way." Wen Luan patted the steering wheel , said casually.

The tense atmosphere in the carriage eased, and the passengers panted heavily, unable to adjust their expressions for a while.

——It seems that the devil doesn't intend to tear their faces apart.For the rest of his life after the catastrophe, doubts arose again, and there was silence in the carriage.

Wen Luan was a little annoyed when he saw that there was no response when he struck up a conversation.

It's really difficult, what kind of people are there!

Wen Luan made up his mind, and when he returned home, he would abduct the gun of Suta's old man from the town. Looking at the world, it's better to have a gun in your hand to speak out.The damn gun license is not something that Chinese-Americans like him whose parents are smugglers can get it.

"If you had come here six years ago, there were good hotels and coffee shops near the iron mine, but now it would be difficult to find a mouse in the mining area." Wen Luan said loudly.

Many small towns in the United States are so remote. There is not even an entertainment venue in the town. You have to drive a private car or take a bus that starts in the morning to reach the service area of ​​the gas station more than ten kilometers away. If you are lucky, you can go to the bustling area the windmill.

With the bumps on the side of the road, the old seats creaked strangely, the engine roared and vibrated, and people sitting in the car could have their buttocks lifted off the seat.

"boom!"

The roof of the bus shook suddenly, Wen Luan raised his head in surprise, he lost his grip on the steering wheel, and after the front wheel of the bus fell into a big hole, he jumped out with difficulty by relying on the motor.

The bus came to a sudden stop, and the three passengers almost hit their heads on the front seat.

"Damn guy, is he going to murder us with a car accident?" The passenger growled with a pale face.

They strode off the bus as if fleeing, which made Wen Luan shout to their backs in surprise: "Hey, this is not the station!"

The three travelers ran away in a hurry without looking back.

"Have my driving skills really reached the point where I can scare people away? The road conditions are bad, so how can it be my responsibility?" Wen Luan muttered and jumped out of the driver's seat. He took a few steps back and looked up at the car. On the top, there was indeed a black thing lying on it.

"God told us that there will be no pies in the sky, but vultures will fall in the sky!" After Wen Luan stepped on the window and climbed onto the roof of the car, black lines suddenly appeared.

Forget it, this is also a good harvest.

Humming, Wen Luan carried the vulture with a broken neck into the bus, and threw it on a chair.

"Clang." There was a sound of metal clashing.

"Huh?" Wen Luan turned around in surprise, and found a big brass key in the vulture's claw.

The key is not small in size. According to its matching keyhole, it may be a door about the size of the church in Meteorite Town.

Wen Luan scratched his hair and said to himself: "There are so many strange things this morning."

He stuffed the keys into his pocket, stepped on the accelerator, and the bus continued to gallop on the narrow and empty road.

Rock music was playing in a mess.

A bit of dark light slowly penetrated into the key, and the rusty traces on the brass key suddenly lit up, giving off a dim gleam. They were ancient characters and the six-pointed star magic circle rune that symbolized evil.

Immediately after a tiny crack appeared around the key, a few coins in Wen Luan's pocket rolled into the crack and disappeared without a sound.

Just as the crack was trying to widen again, a hand reached into the pocket, fumbling with its fingertips.

These spatial rifts seemed to encounter something terrible. With the movement of the fingertips, they kept dodging, and finally they all shrank back to the key, and the shimmer disappeared, and there was no movement.

Wen Luan, who was driving, didn't notice this slight shaking.

He took out a box of chewing gum from his pocket, tapped the steering wheel with ease, and drove the bus swaying left and right on the desolate road at an even wilder speed.

Wen Luan had no idea that Meteorite Town, three kilometers behind him, was already boiling.

Half of the residents were awakened from their dreams by the screams from their neighbors. They were normal human beings, and they didn't know what happened. They cursed their neighbors who suddenly went crazy.

"What do I feel, oh! Satan in hell!" The old man Suta who Wen Luan was about to turn his gun on was trembling with tears streaming down his face. The tables and chairs turned into dust with a bang, and the old man rolled to the ground. , crying with joy, "Raymond Gayton! The legendary Raymond Gayton, the key that can open the gates of hell and summon demons!"

He jumped up from the ground, rolled his eyes, and yelled frantically:

"No, I have to do it quickly. There are two blood-blood grand dukes, seventeen orcs, and four dark wizards of the same level as me in this town... Oh! Damn, this competition is too strong!"

The author has something to say: New article, (*^__^*) Thanks for your support.

Well, when I write this article, I am thinking about what will happen if a bus driver turns on the armor [You are enough] Well, I actually want to see those guys in the West,

The religion mentioned in this article is required by the article, and does not represent the author's religious views-it is not easy to write BOSS these days.

The setting of the blood clan comes from the division of the general thirteen clans, the blood clan bible...

Uh, in fact, there are no fallen angels and angels, and the level of the boss to be released in this article is not that high.