Weird collapse, chasing husband crematorium

The bus started, the city roads were not bumpy, and the car was quite stable without much ups and downs.

The window was covered with a curtain, and Ling was debating whether to open it.

Forget it, I'd better wait for the driver to call out to me when I get off the bus. Lifting the curtain is likely to make me recognized as a human.

But what did Kallen mean when she said that the second to last row could see clearly what was going on in the carriage?

Ling observed the situation in the carriage. It was quiet and everyone seemed to be distracted. Some lowered their heads, while others stared out the window through the gaps in the curtains in a daze.

There is always an indescribable feeling...

It is best not to act rashly in the current situation, so as not to trigger the pattern.

The ghost bus quickly arrived at the next stop, one person got off, and another person got on.

The other person looked tired, obviously a middle-aged office worker who had just finished overtime and was about to go home.

"I'm so tired. I work overtime every day but I don't get overtime pay. What a bunch of bastards!" The man clenched his fists, veins bulging in his arms. If he hadn't considered the compensation, he would probably punch the window.

Ling judged that he was a very impulsive person.

"Why don't you open the windows at night? The air conditioner is on so low, are you trying to make me catch a cold?"

The man yelled at the driver sitting in the front, turned around and cursed, lifted the curtain, opened the window, and stuck his head out a little.

Life was already tiring enough, and he didn't care whether what he was doing was safe or not.

He believes that at night, the risk of sudden death from staying up late and cancer caused by irregular work and rest is greater than the risk of sticking your head out of the bus window.

He can see the end of his life at a glance, so he does things without any scruples and is full of resentment.

Although the words were extreme, the other party did not do anything to hurt others.

Ling cast a worried look at Kallen, who shook her head slightly, indicating that she was powerless.

Well, this situation is indeed not the time to remind people.

All they can do is keep quiet.

"Ugh?"

The man made a puzzled sound and looked around in disbelief, finally confirming that the car was driving in reverse.

But when I got on the car, the driver was clearly driving forward!

The man pulled his head back from the window, and Ling quickly caught sight of his panicked expression.

What did he see outside?

"I'm hallucinating from working overtime. I need to see a doctor. Go home and get some sleep, then see the doctor tomorrow. No, I have to go now. Driver, get off at the next stop."

The man rubbed his eyes and shouted to the driver in front.

Now it was Ling's turn to be confused. The other party was calling for the driver, but why was he shouting towards her position?

It's not obvious that the driver is sitting at the front of the car, so what's the point of shouting at the last few rows?

The man stood up, walked to the door and grabbed the handle tightly.

"Oh!"

The car body suddenly shook for a moment, and the man almost lost his balance. Fortunately, he held the handle and did not fall.

But the cell phone in the bag was not so lucky and fell to the ground with a thud.

"..."

The man took a few breaths, bent down, and prepared to pick up the phone from the ground.

As he picked up his phone and prepared to stand up, he glanced at the carriage.

"thump!"

The man fell to the ground with his eyes wide open, his mouth open, his body trembling slightly, and he let out an "ah ah" sound in fear.

The feet of all the seated passengers in the carriage.

They are all opposite.

The man was a little incoherent, trying to calm himself down, blinking his eyes constantly, trying to convince himself that these were all illusions caused by too much stress.

The man looked a few more times and finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that all the passengers' feet were straight.

"It's an illusion... I've been under so much work pressure lately that I'm seeing hallucinations..."

The man stood up and pretended to be calm as he prepared to sit back in his seat.

But he found that all the passengers had their backs to him.

The next second, all the passengers' heads turned 360 degrees towards him.

"what!"

The man roared like a madman, his eyes trembling violently. He found two normal people in the second to last row and rushed over without hesitation.

"There's a ghost in the car! There's a ghost in the car!!"

Ling: "???"

Looking at the man rushing towards her, Ling felt a sense of foreboding in her heart.

Ling looked around and saw nothing unusual, but this was only from her own perspective.

From a man's perspective, he probably saw another side of the bus.

He has been recognized.

When humans are extremely frightened, they always run to the people they trust the most, as if grabbing a life-saving straw.

During the holidays, Li Mo took Ling to the haunted house. When he met the staff disguised as ghosts, he was so scared that he hid behind her and instinctively grabbed everything he could.

Wait, then doesn't that mean Karen and I are the only two living people on these two buses?

Ling raised her head and glanced around the carriage again.

This time, all the passengers tilted their heads and stared at her with one eye.

It's over.

If this man really ran in front of her, he would definitely be recognized as a human!

The consequences of being recognized as a human are self-evident.

Ling shook her head slightly and blinked desperately, trying to remind the man not to come over. If she calmed down for a while, there might still be a chance of survival.

But the man, who had been under a lot of mental pressure and had just exploded, was completely unaware of this and ran towards Ling like crazy.

I'm so upset! Why am I so unlucky?

What should I do now? Jump out of the window? No, if I'm not sure where I'm getting off is in the real world, I'll be chased by the ghosts on the train.

Just like the two people who were chatting and laughing when they got off the car before.

Do nothing? No, the outcome may not be much better than jumping out of the car window.

The ghost in the carriage has already noticed something. If this continues...

"..."

Ling closed her eyes for a while, and when she opened them again, the noisy sound was gone.

The man who fled in panic seemed to have disappeared, with no trace of him at all.

Kallen beside her was sleeping peacefully with her eyes closed, not caring at all about what was happening in the carriage.

Chapter 52 Afterimage

Ling looked at Kallen, who was sleeping peacefully, and had many doubts in her mind.

But now the two are still on the ghost bus and cannot speak. Those mysteries can only be solved after they get off the bus.

The ghost bus arrived at the next stop, and Ling glanced out the window cautiously.

The iron benches on the platform have been corroded and rusted, and the once clear route map on the back of the chair has become blurred. Some traces of human remains can still be made out through the scattered handwriting on it.

The tiles on the ground, long neglected, were covered in moss, intertwined with the withered weeds. The streetlight bulbs had long since shattered, leaving only the empty lamp holders standing quietly in their place.

The entire platform was shrouded in darkness, with only the light from the ghost bus barely illuminating its outline.

The abandoned bus stop, like a relic of time, stands alone on the edge of the city. The hustle and bustle of the past has long gone, leaving only loneliness and desolation.

Ling suddenly had an illusion, could this be... the world of the future?

The United Nations has now announced the natural disaster of Honkai to the public, and related pictures can be found on the Internet.

Of course, most of them are staged photos of city ruins and scarred women and children huddled in broken walls, looking at the camera with pitiful eyes.

What is more common is the desolate scene after the city was destroyed and no one took care of it.

However, the core Herrscher, Herrscher Core, etc. are all private contents that are not disclosed.

The city after the collapse is like a ghost bus stop.

It's just that the ghost platform is even more desolate, as if it's been a long time since the destruction of human civilization...

If this hypothesis is correct, the ghost bus may be the result of a large amount of pollution accumulated after the collapse and destruction of civilization, creating the "last ghost bus of civilization."

But Beichen said that even if ordinary humans are exposed to pollution, they will not become ghosts after death.

Because the average lifespan is too short, it is impossible for pollution to reach a threshold that can distort people into ghosts.

So why does this happen?

No, Beichen also mentioned that not only people, but also the environment, objects, and even abstract concepts can be polluted. I didn’t think it was right at the time.

Common sense led me to believe that ghosts specialized in targeting humans, so I listened to Beichen's story with a half-believing and half-doubting attitude.

If Beichen's statement is true.

Either the bus was polluted and turned into a ghost bus, starting to transport ghosts, and occasionally someone would trigger the pattern and get on the bus.

But there is an obvious loophole, that is, the polluting ghost buses should not affect the entire city.

So far, the city and the station have been affected and are completely isolated from the outside world.

Then the only possibility is the second one, that it is civilization itself that is polluted.

The ghost bus is just one form of this...

But... this is too scary. Civilization has been polluted, so the things that have been distorted into ghosts are definitely not limited to buses and platforms. There are many more supernatural events that have not been discovered.

There are few survivors among those who discovered it, and even if the truth is told, not many people may believe it.

If that happens, even if the collapse doesn't wipe out humanity, once the existence of demons is confirmed, humans will probably die from their own fear...

"Tap...tap..."

"Tap...tap..."

Ling looked at the passengers getting on the bus at the front and saw a haggard and skinny male figure slowly getting on the bus.

The action is the same as when they get on the car, wait until both feet are on the same platform before stepping onto the next step.

The figure walked in a very regular manner, with no discernible difference in the distance, time, or frequency of each step.

The other person walked straight to Kallen, stopped for a moment, and then sat down in the last row.

As it approached, Ling's eyes widened and she couldn't help swallowing.

It was because the other person was the one who was swearing in the car just now.

I didn't even see how the other person died. The bus never stopped before reaching this stop...

Ling didn't dare make a sound and could only continue sitting in her seat.

The only thing she could be thankful for was that no one on the bus approached her, confirming that there was no one else alive besides her and Kallen. Even though the other passengers had noticed something was wrong with her, they were only suspicious.

The ghost's judgment is very strict. The judgment mechanism is like a progress bar. Only when the progress bar reaches 100% will the ghost take action.

Action kills...

Moreover, this progress bar can only give a rough idea of where it is. No one knows where it is, and it may reach 100% in the next second.

The ghost bus started again and headed towards the next stop.

Ling remembered how many stops there were and there were still three stops to the destination.