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I also suspect that the dream I just experienced has something to do with these two talismans, but I don't know the method of using the talisman paper. There is neither sealing nor chanting, so how can it activate by itself?

Expressing the doubts in his heart, Liu Banxian explained that the Dreaming Mother and Child Talisman does not require any special formula to use. As long as you care about something or something, miss it very much, or even have your soul connected with it, you will dream about it. , the talisman will naturally take effect.

Ever since I got the talisman, I have been thinking about the No. 14 bus. As the saying goes, I think about it every day and dream about it at night. I inadvertently triggered Zi Fuhunlian, and then under the calculation of Mother Fu Mengying, I experienced the dream just now.

"Anchor, you are really blessed. If this mother-child talisman hadn't led you into a dream in advance, everything you experienced in the dream just now might have become reality."

"Yes." Looking back now, I feel a little scared: "No wonder I always feel that time is going fast and slow. I can't be sure even if I count my heartbeats. It turns out it was just a nightmare."

The grandma on the other side of the road was still crying loudly, so I walked over recalling the scene in my dream.

"Grandma, I'm sorry, there is no resurrection after death."

The crying grandma raised her head and glanced at me: "Go away! Don't block the light of the fire. The old man has bad eyesight and won't know where to get off the car."

"Get off the car? Grandma, can you be more detailed?"

"Go away!" She threw a lot of paper money, and grandma's cry could be heard far away in the dark night.

I silently stepped aside, and I could tell from the old woman's cries that she was burning paper for her wife. They were an old couple who had spent more than fifty years together through ups and downs. The relationship between the two was beyond my imagination. from.

No matter how fierce the fire burned, it would eventually go out. When the bag of paper money turned into fly ash, Grandma wiped away her tears and walked towards the distant village with her back bent.

After she walked away, I squatted next to the iron basin and turned over the thick ashes.

Sure enough, just like in the dream, under the embers of the paper money, there was a glass photo frame. The black and white photo inside was of an unsmiling old man.

It must have been winter when that photo was taken. He was wearing a cotton-padded jacket and a scarf.

Putting the photo away, I bowed my hand to him three times. This is a pair of old people who have grown from green hair to white hair and deserve respect.

Returning to the No. 14 bus stop, I looked at my watch again. It was 12 o'clock in the morning.

"Uncle, can I ask if this is the No. 14 bus stop?" A voice suddenly came from behind.

I didn't turn around immediately. I had heard this familiar tone before.

"Yes, this is the stop sign for bus No. 14."

"Oh, thank you." She smiled sweetly and stood next to me. She seemed a little curious about my strange uncle. Her big eyes always looked at me unconsciously.

Everything was the same as in the dream, but in the dream I should have died in Shanju Garden, and the aunt and the woman in the young couple were both lonely ghosts.

"Why did you come to the station if you didn't go home so late at night?" I asked this question for the second time, and Yiyi's reaction was exactly the same as in the dream.

She didn't answer directly. She kicked the gravel on the roadside with her toes and asked, "Then why don't you go home at night? Do you have to wait here for the bus?"

I lit a cigarette and rolled my eyes: "Actually, a mother asked me to come here to pick up her daughter, but I haven't seen her daughter, so I can only wait here."

"Is it mom?" Yiyi seemed to have let something slip. She unzipped her schoolbag, took out a photo and handed it to me: "Do you think it's this person?"

In the photo, a mother is wearing a light yellow dress sitting on a park bench. Next to her, the young Yiyi is holding melted ice cream and crying very sadly.

"Yes, that's her." I handed the photo back to the girl, pretending to be surprised: "You must be Yiyi, right? The girl your mother asked me to pick up is named Liu Yiyi."

"Yes, my name is Liu Yiyi!" The girl looked very excited.

I don't know why Yiyi is so happy. Although I feel a little guilty about the deception, I know that this is the only way to protect her.

"Okay, since you are Liu Yiyi, then come with me. The road at night is very dangerous. If you want to see your mother, you must listen to me."

"Yes." She nodded heavily, looking very cute.

"The No. 14 bus arrives at one o'clock in the morning. On the bus there will be a permed girl playing with her mobile phone, a long-haired girl in red, a middle-aged aunt, a little girl about your age, and a young couple, and A lunatic in a hospital gown. Yiyi, remember, as soon as you get in the car, don't move or talk nonsense, leave everything to me."

"Well, I will listen to you."

Yiyi mistakenly thought that I was her mother's friend. Compared with her dream, she became more obedient.

"Okay, tonight's horror is about to really begin! Who is a human and who is a ghost, I will definitely tell you clearly!"

Time flew by and it was one o'clock in the morning.

The green and yellow car lights in the distance pierced the darkness, and the dilapidated No. 14 bus slowly entered the station.

"Ding dong, Miyun Mansion has arrived..."

The car door opened, and an old man wrapped in a scarf got out of the back door. He was wearing a thick winter coat. He smiled kindly at me when he saw me.

I have seen that face twice, although both were in black and white photos.

I bent down and gave him a gentle hand, and I took Yiyi to the car through the front door.

The driver, who was younger than me, held the steering wheel nervously, without squinting or saying a word.

I asked Yiyi to sit behind the driver and looked inside the car.

"Middle-aged aunt, young couple, hospital gown, little girl, girl with perm... No!" My eyelids twitched wildly, and I looked around and realized that there was one person missing in the car!

"Where is the girl in red who has been leaning next to the girl with perm?!" Looking back carefully at the scene in the dream, everyone turned a blind eye to the girl in red. I was the only one who could see her at that time!

Sitting in my seat, I felt restless. There seemed to be only nine people in the carriage, but actually there were ten people sitting there!

The woman in red is in the last row of seats. If the scene in the dream is true, then she should be leaning on the woman with a perm now!

"The vehicle starts, please sit still and hold on..."

"Bang!" The car door was flapped, and three drunken workers got into the car. They were exactly the same as they appeared in the dream, even their expressions, tone, and every pause in their speech were exactly the same.

"When the vehicle starts, please sit still and hold on. You are welcome to take the No. 14 unmanned ticket bus. Please prepare change when you get on the bus and insert a coin. Passengers who get on the bus please move to the back door. The next stop is Encun."

When the car started to shake, I turned around and saw a foreman named Wang Chunfu lying on the last row of seats.

Looking at it now, it is true that there are only him and the girl with a perm in the last row, but only I know that Wang Chunfu is currently resting on the lap of the girl in red, and his entire face is covered by the girl in red's long hair.

"Why is there an extra person in the dream? The woman in red is definitely not a human, but why can't even the ghost see her?" There are many questions. As time goes by, what happened in the dream comes true one by one.

The girl with a perm was harassed and sat at the front door of the car to make a phone call. Then Wang Chunfu refused to let her go until Liu Yiyi stood up.

"Ding dong! Encun is here. Please take your belongings with you and get off the bus through the back door. Please get off and go."

I lowered my head and said nothing: "This is the second stop."

As the five people doing errands took their seats, the temperature inside the car dropped to freezing point, leaving only hospital gowns and whispering crazy words.

The No. 14 bus started again, and my palms began to sweat. The next stop was Shanju Garden. This time I must not get off with Auntie.

I have figured out that there are countless murderous intentions hidden in the dark night, and it is safest to stay in the car.

Glancing at the young couple sitting at the rear door, the woman delicately drew circles on the man's chest, while the man's eyes were sinister, as if he was thinking of some bad idea.

"One point will be awarded for each additional life saved. Should I take action?" The man didn't look like a good person, but in the dream he was indeed killed by a woman.

"For the sake of points, let's save his life."

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"Ding dong! Shanju Garden has arrived. Please take your belongings with you and get off the bus through the back door. Please get off and go."

Time passed by, and when the car radio rang again, I stood up and walked to the back door.

The young couple also left their seats at this time, and they were about to get off the car. Everything was so similar to the dream.

At least, the story begins similarly...