I play prophet in Salvation Organization

Chapter 108 Urban Legend: The Man Wearing the Red Scarf (4K)

When I left Wang Weizheng's house, it was already late.

Wang Weizheng originally wanted to leave Bailing to stay at home for one night, but Qi Guang himself dissuaded him, don't go back so late, don't accidentally walk on the road, startle those passers-by, and then become like The urban legend of "corpse walking on the street", and then a new alien species was born.

In this regard, Bering just looked at him with a smile, making Qi Guang's scalp tingle.

But he did not agree with Wang Weizheng and Qi Guang's request, but insisted on going back.

It is not too far from Chenfeng City to Linjiang City. If you take a bullet train, you can get there in four to five or 10 minutes.

The street at this moment is very quiet, basically not many people are walking here.The bus stop next to it was deserted, only a few students who came back late were laughing and playing.

Looking at them, Bering really wanted to sigh: "It's nice to be young."

Although he is only 23 years old, sometimes he really feels that he is much more mature than his real age.

Perhaps because of their status, even Qi Guang, who was several years older than himself, and Director Wang, who was almost 30 years old, never regarded Bering as a young man, but put him in the same position as himself from beginning to end. In terms of position, Bering will not be underestimated at all because of his youth.

Perhaps the title of "Prophet" really makes it easy for people to overlook the slight age gap.

Even Bering has matured a lot because of this name.

Shaking his head, Bering turned on his phone, just about to buy tickets online.

In the next second, his expression froze slightly.

"Ok?"

In his field of vision, the originally empty street, the gloomy headlights slowly emerged from the shadows.

A certain streamlined figure slowly drove out of the dark night, with a chilling and mysterious atmosphere, and slowly stopped on the nearby bus platform.

The few students who were still fighting gradually stopped what they were doing.

They stared blankly at the bus in front of them, as if their souls had been ticked off.

Not long after, the students who were stuck by the roadside made new movements.

They lined up and boarded this strange and inexplicable bus one by one, as silent and silent as queuing into a bloody mouth.

Soon, the bus doors closed.On a dark and stormy night, carrying a few students whose souls have been frightened by fear, they headed for a more secluded night...

Consciousness returns to reality.

Bering looked up at the sky.

Right now, the moon in the sky has been covered by layers of clouds, and the bright moonlight can hardly be seen clearly.Except for some neon lights that can be vaguely glimpsed in the distance, and the street lights next to the bus station in the distance, the street is completely dark at the moment.

'No. [-] bus? Bering withdrew his gaze, "This is the witch's car." '

It is a witch's habit to use a bus as a means of transportation - because it is more comfortable.

As a "disaster" level monster, of course she also has a vehicle that fits her status like a carriage.But after sitting for a while, the witch probably realized that no matter how high-end the carriage looks, the driving experience is not as good as that of the bus.

So her final choice was this thing.

This is also normal, after all, the witch herself is a very modern guy.Although it is said that she was born relatively early, she is an immortal who has lived for hundreds of years, but she has adapted to technology faster than many humans.

Bering remembered that it was recorded in the diary that the witch liked to use her mobile phone to contact her subordinates and enemies.

It is said that after the future humans hunted down the witch, when they went to her lair in Yanzhou to search for clues, they seemed to find a game console and a home theater in her room...

A witch who has nothing to do on weekdays is likely to wear pajamas at home, play games with a controller, watch one or two movies occasionally, drink Coke and eat popcorn by the way.

These are all normal things.

Aliens also have emotions and thoughts.

However, their emotions and thinking are much more distorted than that of ordinary people.

Some people's way of having fun may be playing video games and doing handicrafts, but most xenomorphs don't feel any dopamine secretion.If they want to have happiness, they must get it from distortion.

Baldr can only find happiness in destroying the creatures he once wanted to protect. The dead man can only survive if he desecrates the dead body. Lan Kong must also constantly torture human beings and listen to their screams and wailing.

Despite their human resemblance, they are monsters at heart.

Perhaps there are monsters with strange personalities, such as the "web spinner".The root of its distortion lies in the love brain and freedom, but this does not mean that all alien species are kind and can communicate.

If the concept of "they may also be good people" is pinned on this group, it is equivalent to holding the rope around the neck of human beings, holding them with both hands and respectfully giving them to the other side.

Bering was very worried about this.

Monsters may have their own thoughts and emotions, but if their emotions bloom from the flowers of evil in the first place, and it takes a long time to distinguish them, it is better to cut off the flowers from the beginning.

This may also be a relief for those monster roots whose minds have been distorted and have completely different ideas from what they had in life.

The gods who symbolize spring must not want to fall into darkness completely, and the generals who protect the people cannot indulge in slaughtering their own people.

That being the case, it is better to give them a restful sleep.

With this in mind, Bering pulled the red scarf around his neck and hid the lower half of his face in the scarf.

Then, with his hands in his pockets, he walked silently towards the bus stop.

There is a street lamp next to the platform, the light of the street lamp seems to be faintly gloomy, the light flashes and flashes, alternating back and forth between bright and dark.

Empty streets, flickering street lights, and foggy train platforms.Almost every element at the moment can be called a classic horror movie link.

Oh, and maybe a bunch of unconscious high school kids.

The group of high school students on the platform really didn't notice that there seemed to be something vaguely wrong around them. They are still making fun of each other, and then happily recalling the aftertaste of today's unfinished.

These people are all students from a nearby school. They were detained by a classmate with a good relationship tonight, and they played script killing at that classmate's house for a while.

It was so late, they shouldn't have continued to hang around outside.But because they had promised to go back with their family before they came, it wasn't too far away from home, and there were many boys in the team, so they didn't feel too scared.

In fact, they are still immersed in the game they just played, and from time to time they blame someone for their messy reasoning, and occasionally they dislike the other students for not being able to understand the content so simply.

Just when they were laughing and playing.

Suddenly, a girl shivered.

She looked up at the night and the flickering street lights, feeling a little scared for no reason: "Hey, stop making trouble."

"Do you feel... the surrounding environment is a bit strange?"

This sentence made the students next to him subconsciously stunned.

strange?
I don't think there is anything strange about it?

They looked up at the sky, then looked down at the surroundings, then smiled at the girl and said, "What's so strange?"

"Yan Huaimeng, you are not repeating your old problem, are you? Every day you say that you feel a strange sight? It's so late now, don't be scary."

"That's right, don't be scared, and then try to scare us too!"

The girl who was teased by her peers was a little anxious: "No! It's obvious! Can't you feel it?!"

She touched her arm, which was covered with goosebumps: "It's the feeling that suddenly the environment darkened, the air became colder, and then there was someone behind you blowing into your collar! "

As she spoke, she shivered again.

However, her companions couldn't understand her feelings at all: "We don't have a weird physique like yours."

"Besides, there are no strange things in this world. We must believe in science!"

"But speaking of it, there's a team on the Internet that does better special effects recently. It seems to be called...'Mingri'? Have you seen it?"

"Ah, I've seen it! Their special effects are really good. Although it's a live broadcast, it's really interesting!"

As they said that, the topic of the students changed again, and they began to discuss with great interest the newly circulated live broadcast room on the Internet recently.

Only the girl named "Yan Huaimeng" was left standing there, anxious to cry.

She really felt that something was wrong!
After looking around, Yan Huaimeng suddenly and keenly noticed that there seemed to be a faint figure sitting on a chair in the foggy bus stop.

The figure was sitting upright, and was wearing a very inappropriate large windbreaker - this is a rare combination in the midsummer season.

However, this is not what makes Yan Huaimeng most afraid.

What she was really afraid of was that the place where this person was seated was not too far away from her, but she was completely unaware of this person's appearance!
It was as if he came out of the illusory mist, his figure was ghostly and dreamy, and his movements were so light that there was no movement at all.

At least the classmates around me didn't realize when there was such a "passenger" next to me.

When looking at the figure, Yan Huaimeng suddenly realized that the figure also turned his head.

A pale and bloodless face met her face to face, which made her shiver suddenly!
How to describe that face?
Yan Huaimeng felt that it was as if his great-grandfather, who passed away three months ago, was lying in a cold coffin, and the glass surface of the coffin reflected his face with closed eyes.

The same whiteness, the same weirdness!

"hiss……"

Yan Huaimeng couldn't help but take a half step back, her heel stepped on the ground, and she almost fell off the bus platform.

She turned her head in horror, put her hands next to her cheeks and rubbed vigorously: "It's okay, it's all fake...it's okay, it's all fake..."

After these few words, she couldn't hold back, and secretly turned her head to take a look again.

With this glance, he met the pale young man's eyes again.

But this time, after his eyes intersected with each other, the corner of the young man's mouth was slightly hooked, as if he felt something interesting, and his lips moved up and down slightly.

Yan Huaimeng couldn't speak lips, so she couldn't understand what the other party was saying.

But just the strange smile that the person and I suddenly showed after taking a look at him was enough to scare Yan Huaimeng enough!
She rubbed her cheeks desperately again: "It's okay, it's okay, it's all fake, it's all fake..."

Just when she thought so.

Suddenly, in the distance, the sound of a bus driving towards this direction could be faintly heard.

The tires of the bus rubbed against the ground, and the whole street echoed with a screeching sound like "cha la".Accompanied by such a sound, the tall and dark bus smashed through the hazy fog, its headlights brightened, and it slowly approached the platform little by little, inch by inch.

Looking at the approaching bus, Yan Huaimeng was inexplicably relieved.

The car is coming, and there should be someone in the car.Although more people may not be useful, but more people can at least make one's courage stronger.

With this in mind, she turned her head and glanced at her classmates: "The car is coming, hurry up..."

However, the moment Yan Huaimeng turned around, the rest of what Yan Huaimeng wanted to say was choked in his throat, unable to say anything.

Because when she turned around, she suddenly found that her classmates seemed to be in some kind of strange situation.

They, who were still playing and laughing, stopped what they were doing, and gradually lined up in a long line according to the height of men and women, tall, short, fat, and thin, and stared blankly at the approaching bus in the distance.

They looked like they were waiting for the bus, their posture was very natural and relaxed, no different from them during the rush hour of school.

But that alone is enough to scare people!
Because...it's late at night!
Looking at those classmates with blank eyes and dead faces, Yan Huaimeng subconsciously covered her mouth with her hand, and bit her lip to keep herself from screaming.

What the hell is going on here? !
First, there were people who looked like corpses on the platform, then a strange bus came towards the platform, and finally, my classmates were inexplicably unresponsive as if they had lost their souls...

Did I do something evil today? !

Yan Huaimeng wanted to cry.

However, even though she was crying, the bus was approaching the station step by step.

Soon, with a "whoop" sound like a train whistle in the classical era, the huge and dark bus slowly stopped at the edge of the platform.

Its deep car door opened slowly, and the environment inside was like hell, bottomless.

After the door was opened, the students entered the car one by one with mechanical steps.

After that, Yan Huaimeng stepped up the steps with a stiff face.

She didn't really want to get in the car.

But just now, she lost control of her body...

It was as if something was pushing her, forcing her to go up...

An invisible force pulled Yan Huaimeng into the bus slowly.

The moment she was about to step into the bus, she seemed to vaguely see from the corner of her eye that the pale man wearing a red scarf behind her put on a hood.

He also followed behind him, slowly stepping up the steps.

(End of this chapter)