I am a full-level celestial master, you let me enter the strange talk of rules?

Zhang Yangqing guessed quickly, and Jones was also close to the answer.

Continuing to sit here is not a solution. You need to interact more with other passengers and obtain information on how to pass customs.

Jones took a deep breath, stood up, and walked to the next seat.

His first reaction when he sees someone is to look at their feet. He will only communicate with people whose feet are on the ground, and he tries not to look people in the eye to avoid dangerous situations.

When he walked to the position behind him, he glanced at him and found that the man in sportswear had vague footsteps, as if he was stepping on nothingness.

Jones swallowed, his heart pounding with fear.

I was lucky that I didn’t turn around and make eye contact with the athletic guy, otherwise I would have died here.

He suppressed the fear in his heart, pretended to change his position, and continued to observe secretly.

After careful observation, Jones found that the woman who got into the car with the athletic man did have feet, and their feet were firmly on the ground.

Jones breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that this should be the person he could approach. Thinking of this, he sat down in the back seat of the woman wearing gloves, and began to learn the way of chatting up a sports man, and asked softly, "Why did you get on this car?"

The glove girl seemed to think Jones was of the same kind, so she didn't take much precautions and answered, "I promised my sister to visit her, but I encountered some trouble on the way. I want to see her, but I don't know where she is."

Hearing her say this, Jones felt something in his heart, knowing that she probably wanted to go back.

He silently remembered the passenger's needs and continued communicating for a while. Then Jones stood up and prepared to communicate with other passengers.

When he passed by the gray-clothed man's position, the gray-clothed man's sinister eyes stared at him again, and a weird smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Jones suppressed the discomfort in his heart, walked past him and the man in black and the man in white, and came to the woman in the long skirt who got on the car first.

The woman in the long skirt was sitting very close to the back row. Whenever Jones came here, he could always feel the chilling and eerie feeling.

Seeing Jones sitting over, the woman in the long skirt frowned and asked in a cold tone: "What's the matter?"

Jones scratched his head, gave what he thought was a friendly smile, and said, "I feel like you're a little nervous. Is there something on your mind?"

Jones tried his best to remain a gentleman when interacting with such a beauty, but unfortunately his smile was not that pretty and instead made the woman in the long skirt move slightly away, apparently she was a little wary of him.

The woman in the long skirt was silent for a moment, and finally said, "I agreed to meet someone in this car, but I never saw him, but he did get on this car."

This sentence made Jones a little confused.

Could it be that she is a native of this place and doesn't want to go back? And who is she waiting for? Is this a hint?
Jones quickly analyzed the situation in his mind, trying to find clues from the words of the woman in the long skirt. He continued to ask, "Who are you waiting for? Maybe I can help you keep an eye out for him."

The woman in the long skirt shook her head, with a hint of loss in her tone: "I can't remember who he is. I just know that I feel like he gets on the bus every time, but he never shows up in front of me."

Jones was confused, but he felt that this might be some kind of key clue.

He silently took note of the words of the woman in the long skirt and prepared to continue searching for intelligence and analysis during the rest of his journey.

The following actions were too gloomy, so Jones returned to his position.

During this round of chatting, the polygraph duck did not vibrate, proving that what they said was true.

There was no abnormality found in the pair of glasses used to observe the mentally ill patients. The chosen ones always wear this thing in front of their eyes, but I don’t know if it is useful against ghosts.

Jones's move was very safe and complied with Rule 2: "Please sit in the front seat if possible."

The gloomy bus was still driving on the road, and the area outside looked even more eerie in the fog. The bus stopped near the station again, and the door opened.

This time Jones felt a cold breath blowing in from the door, but strangely, no one walked into the bus.

Jones guessed that maybe someone else had walked into the bus, but he couldn't see it.

I can't just ask other passengers here. If they find out that I'm still alive, I might be in danger.

Because Jones didn't know the rules of others, but as an old chosen one, the best way to be in a strange and dangerous place was to blend in and behave in the same way as the people around him.

I still remember when the car first started, the lights were flashing and I could clearly see the people getting on the bus.

Then Jones figured he just had to wait for the same situation.

But as the bus continued to move, the lights inside the bus did not flash.

Jones was thinking in his mind: Could it be that the flashing of the car lights also needs to trigger some conditions?
Wasn’t it a coincidence that the car lights flashed last time?
With this in mind, Jones began to recall what happened the last time the car lights flashed.

At that time, it seemed that the ghost of the sports man approached him and patted his shoulder with his hand.

Other than that, nothing strange happened.

Jones analyzed two conditions that might be regularities.

One: Continue to let the dead man, who never leaves the ground, touch you, and maybe the light will turn on again.

Second: Find a way to get the new passengers close to you, or approach them yourself, then they will show up.

Jones began to try the first condition and continued to chat with the athlete. He even spoke in a very low voice on purpose so that the athlete would come closer to listen and could not look him in the eye, but the car lights did not flash.

In this case, we can only use the second condition.

Jones stood up and kept wandering around various positions, and when he came to an "empty space" in the middle, the lights in the car began to flash.

When the lights returned to normal, that is, when they were turned off, Jones saw a passenger in a white coat near this location through the faint moonlight shining in from the window.

He looks like a doctor, and he has feet and can communicate.

Jones at this time was no longer the Jones at the beginning. He gradually adapted to the atmosphere on the bus and naturally began to chat with the passengers in white coats.

During the conversation, he learned that the passenger in the white coat was a doctor in City K. There was a patient who had not yet completed treatment. He was very worried about the patient's physical condition and wanted to go back to check on him.

It can be seen that this passenger in the white coat has a strong sense of responsibility.

Jones really wanted to pat himself on the head. I said why he looked so familiar when I saw him. The clothes he wore were similar to those of a psychiatrist.

It is estimated that he died when the hospital was mysteriously visited.

In that case, he is also one of his passengers. If he can get off the bus, he will be woken up by then.

Jones looked around and there seemed to be no other new passengers.

Just as he was about to return to his seat, he looked down and found a trace of blood on the car. Following the direction of the blood, he saw that it was the last row!
(End of this chapter)