My Strange Tale Love Strategy Simulator

The moment Zhang Ying saw Shen Yugang, his movement of taking one foot out of the car froze instantly, and he quickly pulled it back.

He didn't have time to consider the danger of the bus and quickly waved for Shen Yugang to come over.

"Old Shen! Over here! Come over quickly!"

Shen Yugang was in a state of extreme terror. Hearing the familiar voice was like grasping at a straw. He nodded vigorously, quickly crossed the aisle of the carriage, and came to Zhang Ying's side.

However, as he passed the back of the train, he caught a glimpse of the three figures sitting in the seats out of the corner of his eye, and he was so startled that he almost screamed.

He quickly lowered his head, hunched his neck, and whispered in Zhang Ying's ear, his voice trembling violently: "Brother Ying, what... what the hell is this bus? Why can't I get out of that bus stop no matter what I do?!"

Zhang Ying's expression was grave. He gently patted his shoulder to reassure him and said in a low voice, "Don't panic, I don't know the specifics either. I just wandered into that station without any idea and got on without thinking. Listen to me, no matter what happens, don't pay attention or look around. As soon as the train arrives at the station, we'll both get off immediately, without lingering for even a moment!"

Although Shen Yugang was terrified, he had a natural trust in Zhang Ying. Upon hearing this, he could only nod frantically and tightly grip Zhang Ying's clothes.

Just then, the bus started moving again. The lights inside the bus flickered more intensely, emitting a buzzing sound. Shen Yugang dared not move again, gripping the handrail next to the door tightly, standing at the rear door, barely daring to breathe.

Zhang Ying stood beside Shen Yugang, his eyes fixed on the back of the car like a hawk's. If the three people behind them made any move, he would kick the door open and force Shen Yugang to leave.

The car drove for a while through the distorted night, the cabin deathly silent except for the dull roar of the engine.

Suddenly, the employee sitting in the middle seat abruptly raised his head. His previously cloudy and trembling eyes were now fixed on the front, his nostrils flaring violently, as if he had smelled an extremely tempting sweet aroma.

"Slurp..."

A glistening drop of saliva dribbled from the corner of his mouth, landing on his collar. He mumbled incoherently, his voice hoarse and greedy: "The smell of a living person…so fragrant…it's the smell of a living person…"

This statement is like a signal.

Immediately afterwards, the woman in the red dress with her face covered in foundation and the little girl with the backpack also looked up at the same time.

The three moved in perfect unison, their necks cracking as they looked directly at Shen Yugang and Zhang Ying.

Although Shen Yugang kept his head down, the chilling feeling of being stared at by a ferocious beast sent a shiver down his spine. He felt several malicious gazes fixed on him like nails, and the sticky sensation made his stomach churn.

"Ying...Brother Ying..." Shen Yugang's voice trembled with tears, his teeth chattering, "Those people sitting in the back...are they human or monsters?"

Zhang Ying's eyes narrowed, and he stepped in front of Shen Yugang, coldly saying, "Don't ask, just know it's not a living person."

Before the words were even finished, the three people actually slowly got up from their seats.

The office worker opened his mouth wide, his tongue lolling out of his lips, constantly licking the saliva from the corner of his mouth, the murky liquid dripping down his chin onto the floor.

Large patches of foundation had peeled off the woman in the red dress, revealing the bright red muscle lines beneath. She twisted her stiff waist and moved forward step by step.

The little girl tilted her head, black blood seeping from the needle marks on her arm, and also moved closer to Shen Yugang.

They walked slowly, but every step carried a suffocating sense of oppression.

Zhang Ying gritted his teeth and clenched his right fist. A thick aura of blood instantly erupted from the wooden pattern on his right forearm, the dark red light appearing particularly dazzling in the dimly lit carriage.

He lowered his voice, his tone filled with murderous intent: "If you dare come any closer, I won't hesitate to kill you all again!"

The three creatures, whether living or dead, paused for a moment, seemingly intimidated by the dangerous aura emanating from Zhang Ying.

But just two seconds later, greed took over again in their eyes, and they continued forward like zombies without feeling pain, ignoring Zhang Ying's warning.

It seems they have no intelligence, only a primal desire for the presence of living people.

Zhang Ying realized something was wrong and was preparing to fully engage in battle.

Just then, that cold, mechanical voice suddenly rang in his mind:

"Beep—Approaching the station, Tianyue Film and Television City."

Upon hearing the station name, a glint flashed in Zhang Ying's eyes, and he immediately abandoned the idea of ​​fighting the three men.

Now is not the time to linger; getting off the bus is the top priority!

"Old Shen, hold on tight to me!" Zhang Ying shouted in a low voice.

Although Shen Yugang didn't know why, seeing Zhang Ying's posture, his survival instinct made him grab Zhang Ying's arm tightly.

squeak--! ! !

The bus screeched its brakes, and the vehicle shook violently.

The moment the car came to a complete stop and the door opened, the three monsters in the back of the car seemed to have lost their last restraint. They let out a roar and pounced on Shen Yugang!

The employee rushed to the front, his hands forming claws, aiming straight for Shen Yugang's throat.

"Get out of here!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Zhang Ying's right fist, accompanied by a whistling sound, slammed hard into the face of the employee at the front of the workplace.

boom!

With a muffled thud, the employee's head was knocked back like a watermelon, and he was sent flying, crashing heavily into the chair behind him.

His neck was twisted in a bizarre 360-degree arc, and his head drooped over his back, clearly broken.

Even so, his limbs were still twitching and scratching wildly; he was still alive!

Zhang Ying ignored the monster and, before the other two could pounce, grabbed Shen Yugang. The two jumped off the bus the moment the doors opened.

The moment his feet touched the ground, Zhang Ying felt his legs buckle and almost fell.

As soon as the two got off the bus, the rear door behind them slammed shut with a loud bang.

The moment Zhang Ying steadied himself, the bus stop sign in front of him and the dilapidated bus behind him seemed to burst like soap bubbles, turning into countless fuzzy phantoms that vanished into the air as if they had never existed.

A brief silence fell over the surroundings.

Zhang Ying wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, panting heavily, and turned to ask Shen Yugang beside him, "Old Shen, are you alright? Are you hurt?"

Shen Yugang slumped to the ground, his face ashen, and it took him a long time to recover. He waved his hand, his voice weak: "I... I'm alright, but I'm on the verge of a mental breakdown. What on earth happened! All I did was steal a few strings of corn from a customer and get kicked out by the boss to get some stock, how could something like this happen?"

"Hehe, you're really lucky to run into this." Zhang Ying couldn't help but tease, trying to ease the tense atmosphere.

Shen Yugang had a bitter face and was about to complain when his gaze suddenly fixed on Zhang Ying, his eyes becoming somewhat blank.

"Let's not talk about me for now," Shen Yugang swallowed, looking Zhang Ying up and down. "Brother Ying, it's only been a few days, how come you seem to have grown a head taller? And you've gotten so much stronger, like you've been bodybuilding."

Zhang Ying shrugged and casually replied, "There's nothing I can do about it, it's just talent, I developed it better than others."

Shen Yugang nodded, seemingly believing him, but his gaze immediately shifted downwards, landing on Zhang Ying's right arm. His brows furrowed deeply: "Then what happened to your right hand? How did it become like wood? It looks rather eerie, like... the joints of a puppet?"

These words struck Zhang Ying like a thunderbolt.

Zhang Ying froze, staring intently at Shen Yugang, his eyes sharpening: "What did you say? You can see my right forearm?"

"Huh?" Shen Yugang was startled by his reaction, scratching his head in confusion. "I... I shouldn't be able to see it, right? It's right there, isn't it? Although it looks a bit scary, like it's made of wood..."

Zhang Ying's heart sank to the bottom.

He realized something was wrong, something very wrong!

I've tested it countless times. The skin I use to cover up my right forearm is more of a "disguise" for monsters than for people to see.

The main function of this skin is to conceal the abnormality of his right arm in front of monsters, making them think he is an ordinary human.

Similarly, once this layer of skin disappears, the original wooden appearance that is exposed can only be seen by monsters.

In other words, even if he doesn't let the skin grow, to the average person, his right forearm will look no different from a right forearm with skin, except that it might look a little pale.

However, Shen Yugang was able to see the true appearance of his right forearm!

Is this Shen Yugang a human or a monster?

The moment the thought crossed Zhang Ying's mind, his body reacted instinctively. He immediately took a half-step back, widening the distance between himself and Shen Yugang, and his right hand clenched tightly once more.

Shen Yugang was also startled by Zhang Ying's sudden defensive movement. He stood up in a panic, saying helplessly, "Brother Ying, don't scare me! Did I see wrong? Or is it that I shouldn't be able to see it?"

Zhang Ying's eyes were icy cold as he demanded sharply, "Shen Yugang, look at me and tell me, are you human or a monster?!"

Shen Yugang's eyes reddened with anxiety, and he hurriedly waved his hands, "Brother Ying, are you crazy? Of course I'm a human being! I don't know either. Ever since I got into that car, I've felt my worldview gradually collapsing. Now, after what's happened, I don't even know if I'm still alive... Am I already dead?"

Seeing Shen Yugang's genuinely flustered expression, Zhang Ying's murderous intent subsided slightly. After a moment of contemplation, he took a few steps forward and tentatively placed his hand on Shen Yugang's shoulder.

The touch from my palm was warm and real.

Shen Yugang's body temperature was no different from that of a normal person; in fact, it was slightly elevated due to the intense exercise and fear he had just experienced. Zhang Ying could clearly feel the blood flowing faster under his skin because of fear, and his heart beating a little quicker—the vibrant rhythm of life.

Judging from the appearance, it is indeed a living person.

Zhang Ying released his grip, his doubts deepening: "Then why could you see my arm? Could it be... that you have the ability to see ghosts?"

Shen Yugang shook his head violently, looking completely bewildered: "The ability to see ghosts? Don't be ridiculous. I've never seen a ghost since I was a child, and I'm even afraid to listen to ghost stories. If I had to name one, would that count?"

"Which one?"

"Um, that."

"Ah...that." Zhang Ying understood what Shen Yugang meant and relaxed.

In this situation, to still be able to tell such outrageous jokes in this environment—that familiar sense of humor is unmistakable; it seems the person before me is indeed Shen Yugang.

"Forget it, let's put your question aside for now and talk about it later." Zhang Ying sighed. Now that Shen Yugang was alright, the most important question was—where exactly were they?

Zhang Ying raised his head and looked to his side.

Before him appeared a vast, empty film studio shrouded in thick fog.