Striving for Science

"Although Wuming City is just a little-known city, there is a passage connecting Yin and Yang. Every seven days, there will be a car that can cross Yin and Yang. When it was a carriage, it used to be a carriage, and now it responds to the times. Called, the carriage has been changed into a bus. "Uncle Zhang sat under the bus license plate," Some people with weak characters can see this car at some time, even accidentally ride, so some cities are circulating The story of the last bus. "

On a deserted street, Shen Changan put a coat on Uncle Zhang, took out a bottle of mosquito repellent water and sprayed it all around. It was already autumn. Why are mosquitoes so powerful?

"What are you doing?" Smelling the smell of mosquito repellent water, Uncle Zhang stretched his face, "When you get off, don't get in the car, and if someone beckons you, don't respond."

"What happens when you respond?"

"In response, you must burn paper money for him, otherwise he will come to you in a dream. This is a ghost circle's way of touching porcelain, and the method he uses does not violate the regulations. The people recruited in addition to burning paper money for him, There is no other solution. ”Uncle Zhang glanced at Shen Changan.“ But you do n’t have to worry about this kind of thing. It ’s good to dare to touch the porcelain brain, and it wo n’t provoke people like you. ”

Shen Changan raised his eyebrows. He respects the old and loves the young. Why should he even dislike the ghost?

"Five minutes left." Uncle Zhang glanced at his watch, not knowing what brand the watch was, shining brightly under the lights, as if covered with diamonds.

"Like?" Noting Shen Changan's eyes, Uncle Zhang ignored the coat that Shen Changan had put on him, and he looked like an expert. "A few months ago, a businessman gave me something, it was worth a hundred. Ten thousand, there are still many at home, I will give you a few pieces to wear and play with. "

Uncle Zhang's bragging hobby has evolved from a millennium medicinal material to a diamond watch?

"How can I be so embarrassed to take your expensive watch? I'll just look at it and open my eyes." Shen Changan reached out for Uncle Zhang's jacket and pressed it back, spraying him with an insect repellent on his ankle.

"The ghost car is about to arrive, do you have no idea?" Uncle Zhang saw Shen Changan improperly, and suddenly lost most of his sense of accomplishment.

"What, what?" Shen Changan shook the bottle of mosquito repellent. "What the **** can't stop coming because we sprayed mosquito repellent?"

Uncle Zhang: "..."

Time passed by one minute and one second, and when there were only thirty seconds left from the next son, Uncle Zhang looked at the night fog rising at the end of the road, and looked serious: "No matter what you see next, don't be afraid. I dare to take you Looking at these, you will be able to bring you all back. "

Shen Changan had never believed in ghosts and gods, but Uncle Zhang's expression was too serious at the moment, so serious that he had some doubts. Is there anything in the world that he can't see?

Looking at the thick fog at the end of the road, Shen Changan became serious unconsciously.

Ten seconds passed.

Thirty seconds passed.

Until one minute passed, there was nothing at the end of the road.

The whole street was dead, and a rat ran into the sewer from across the street quickly and made a squeak.

The atmosphere was a bit embarrassing. Shen Changan began to think about how to help Uncle Zhang to restore his face, not to make him too embarrassed: "Maybe the car broke down and needs to be repaired, so it is late?"

Uncle Zhang looked at Shen Changan, and then at the end of the road, without a word.

The ghost car can never be late. He spent more than a year in Wuming City. Sometimes he caught the ghost and was too lazy to overcame. He would come here and throw the evil spirit into the ghost car to let the dark world go by himself. deal with.

For more than a year, the ghost car has never been late and left early. How could it be a problem this evening.

"I'll take you to other places." Uncle Zhang said with a straight face, he didn't believe it, and all the ghosts disappeared tonight.

"Why don't we come back tomorrow night, it's so late ..." Shen Changan pushed the tandem bicycle parked next to him. "It's bad for my health to stay up late."

"I won't let you see ghosts tonight, I will be in a bad health and get angry." Uncle Zhang took a bicycle and patted Shen Changan on his back. "Go."

Fine.

Shen Changan feels that he has a special spirit today, as if running tens of kilometers on foot is no problem. He is carrying Uncle Zhang, and he pedaled the bicycle fast. I do n’t know that he was riding an electric car.

"Follow the navigation." Although this was a bicycle that the two stepped on, Uncle Zhang sat behind, his feet were motionless, and the phone voiced a mechanical voice without emotion.

"Uncle Zhang, I think hearing this sound on the empty road in the middle of the night is more terrible than seeing a ghost." Shen Changan stepped on the bicycle, "Can we change the navigation system?"

"Speak clearly. What emotion do you want?" Uncle Zhang patted his shoulder, "Go."

Through a dilapidated street, low buildings and garbage can be seen everywhere. From time to time, stench emanates from the roadside trash can. Several wild cats noticed someone passing by and made a vigilant cry.

"Uncle Zhang, are you taking me to see ghosts, or are you here to turn over the garbage hill?" Parked the car outside an abandoned construction site, Shen Changan saw that the ground was full of rubble, and he naturally helped Zhang Uncle's arm.

"What are you doing?" Uncle Zhang looked at his hand and didn't twist, "Go well, I don't need to help."

"I'm not helping you, I am afraid, in case something really comes out, you can always protect me by your side, right?" According to Shen Changan, the old man is like a child, sometimes Need to coax it.

Uncle Zhang's lips moved, watching his arm steady, not pushing away.

The light on the side of the abandoned construction site was a bit dim, and some vague shadows could be seen vaguely. It was some temporary shacks, because it had been too long for people to live.

Somehow, the night cat suddenly screamed, and several mice squeaked.

Shen Changan turned on the flashlight function that came with his mobile phone, and took a look at the road ahead. The grass was all around, even if there were no ghosts, it was quite infiltrating.

Thinking about it this way, he saw Uncle Zhang take out several yellow symbols from his arms, and tossed in the air, Huang Fu spontaneously ignited.

Shen Changan heard Uncle Zhang saying something, but ... he didn't understand anything.

After the spell was over, the gust of wind blew up, as if countless things were about to climb out of the darkness. The jacket was whispered by the wind, Shen Changan shrunk his neck, looked at the yellow signs slowly turning to ashes in the air, and held his breath.

"Out!"

With Uncle Zhang drinking loudly, the sound of insects around him quieted down.

Shen Changan opened his eyes wide and looked at the dark corners around him. In these dark places, something will be hidden.

Time seemed to be stagnation at this moment. Shen Changan saw the wind gradually decreasing, and a frog croaked and jumped over his instep.

"Qua."

The frog jumped in place, as if mocking the two boring humans.

After the wind stopped completely, Shen Changan turned his head to look around, and was not embarrassed to ask where Uncle Zhang is. Uncle Zhang took out a charm from his arms in disbelief, but this time there was no wind.

There is only endless embarrassment.

The air was filled with the smell of rune paper burning, and Shen Changan looked up at the night sky, where the stars flickered and it was pretty.

"Forget it." Uncle Zhang ran out of the last rune paper. He looked at Shen Chang'an at a few steps away, as if looking at a rare and wonderful flower.

"Uncle Zhang ..."

"Don't call me Uncle Zhang, from now on I will not be Zhang, my surname is Wang." Uncle Zhang looked all over the face and looked into the distance, as if he had seen through everything.

"Do n’t be too sad, maybe the ghosts are on holiday today, or have other things to do, so there is no time to see us." Shen Changan helped Uncle Zhang. "We will go back to bed tonight, and I will accompany you later. Come out to find ghosts. "

Uncle Zhang: "..."

Riding a bicycle through the old alley and passing by the bus stop that Uncle Zhang thought was a "ghost car", Shen Changan stepped on the bicycle a little faster. He was afraid that Uncle Zhang would remember the embarrassment just now.

After riding a few hundred meters, a black car drove across the road. There was no bicycle lane on this road, so he could only avoid it.

But when the car passed by him, it suddenly stopped.

Shen Changan looked at the car curiously, and the window of the car came down, revealing a familiar beauty.

"Mr. Daonian?" Shen Changan was a little surprised. "So late, why are you here?"

Daonian glanced at Uncle Zhang behind him and said to Shen Changan: "Work."

It's not easy for legs to work so late, no one's life is easy. Seeing that Dao Nian raised his eyebrows, Shen Changan guessed that he wanted to ask why he and Uncle Zhang were here, so he explained: "I came out with Uncle Zhang ..."

It's not easy to tell Daonian that he came with Uncle Zhang to find ghosts. Shen Changan turned his head at the tip of his tongue: "I came out to accompany Uncle Zhang to relax."

Daonian nodded and raised his eyelids to look at Uncle Zhang more, as if at this time, he was willing to look at Uncle Zhang with his right eye: "Late at night, come early."

"Okay, you have to rest early." Shen Changan waved his hand vigorously towards Daonian, and then vigorously stepped on his bicycle and drove away.

Dao Nian looked at the back of a long-legged bicyclist with long legs, a dark and deep eyes, and a tranquil sea like a calm sea.

Blowed by the cold wind, Uncle Zhang slowly came out of the frustration that didn't make Shen Changan **** hell. He looked back and looked back. The man in the luxury car just now was a friend of this stupid boy?

What did Shen Changan call him just now?

Uncle Zhang shook his head and began to doubt his life for the first time. Isn't he not only incapable of spelling but also his brain?

"Mr." Liu Maodao, "Mr. Shen does not believe in ghosts and spirits, why would he be with the human master?"

Dao Nian closed his eyes and said nothing.

In front of the car, thick fog rises, and there seems to be something neatly arranged in the thick fog, waiting for a big man's review.

In the middle of the street, it was so clean that it didn't even have a leaf.

The author has something to say: Liu Mao: Serenity, avoid.

Uncle Zhang: Hello everyone, I am Uncle Wang downstairs from Shen Changan.