Salted Fish Zombie

Ning Su was sitting in a moving bus when he opened his eyes.

It was past eleven o'clock at night, and the thick black night covered the whole world. The rough tree branches on both sides of the road cast silent and distorted shadows under the dim yellow lights that were on the verge of extinguishing.

The whole world was silent.

There is a faint smell of blood lingering at the tip of the nose, mixed with damp and putrid smell.

The car was a very common long-distance passenger car, with more than a dozen people sitting on the soft seat.

Ning Su sat in the fifth row by the window. Not long after he opened his eyes, the people in the car woke up one after another, breaking the silence of the world.

"Why am I here?"

"Where's my phone?"

"My files are gone too, what the **** is going on?"

"Driver! Driver stop!"

There were all kinds of people sitting in this ordinary car, some were in well-knit suits, some were wearing blue and white school uniforms, and some were in elegant ancient clothes.

The man in ancient costume was a man in his mid-twenties, with exquisite makeup, sword eyebrows and starry eyes. He laughed, "Is this a joke by the crew? Are you an extra performer invited by the crew? It's been since Diao Weiya Come on, what are you doing?"

Obviously he is an actor, and he should be a well-known actor.

Because Ning Su heard the ponytail girl sitting in front of him exclaim, "I'm actually in the same car with the big star Fang Enke, it really is a dream."

Several people in the car looked at him in surprise.

Fang En is an actor, he knows how to act and is good at managing expressions. He said it with a smile, probably to maintain his image, but in this case, his irritability still leaked from his smile, and his calm expression was in jeopardy.

The voice then became sharper.

"What about the director, I don't like this joke, please leave now!"

"Who's a group performer?" The man in a suit snorted coldly, with impatience hidden between his sharp brows, "I'm in a hurry to sign a 3.2 billion project, and I have time to be a group performer here for you?"

From the moment the actor started talking, several people in the car had their eyes on him, as if they all knew him, and no one interrupted when he was talking.

Only men in suits.

The actor is used to being surrounded by others. Hearing people say that, the smile on his face cracked, and he looked at the man in the suit irritably.

When he saw the suit man's suit and his eyes fell on the buttons on it, he froze for a moment and restrained the expression on his face.

Then, without knowing what he thought of, his face became more and more ugly, and the slender eyelashes trembled uneasily several times.

Both of them stand in the first row, and the male actor can clearly see the buttons of the man in the suit.

Ning Su sat in the fifth row, but his eyesight was much better than normal, and he could see the buttons clearly.

The button looks very low-key, I don't know what it is made of, it has a silver-gray cold texture, and the word "Ji" is engraved on it.

On such a small and hard button, the "season" is still as written by a famous calligrapher, with extraordinary momentum.

Obviously, these aren't buttons on a suit that an average person would wear, let alone an extra.

The two identities in front fell silent, thinking about each other, but in this inexplicable environment, the weirdness gave rise to uneasiness and anxiety, and it was impossible for everyone to control their emotions like they did.

A muscular middle-aged man in the fourth row, despite their silence, yelled, "Stop the fuck!"

The car is still running.

He rolled up his sleeves and walked towards the driver who had been silent in front. His arms were muscular, and his expression was as frightening as his expression. "Did I tell you to stop? I'm going to chase that woman who ran away!"

The actor standing by the aisle was knocked away by him. The actor frowned and said nothing, watching him quietly walking towards the driver.

Just as he was about to approach the driver, a sharp, horrified scream suddenly erupted from the car.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

It was the ponytail girl in front of Ning Su who screamed.

Everyone in the car looked at her, including the muscular man who was going to find the driver. He said in a vicious voice, "What the **** is your name!"

The car was already enveloped in an atmosphere of restlessness and anxiety, but this scream suddenly tightened the hearts of the crowd, piercing the false calm they worked so hard to maintain, and the anxiety and anger had an outlet.

The girl with the ponytail looked terrified, unable to speak, and just pointed out the window in panic.

The people in the car were all focused on the actor, the man in the suit and the muscular man just now, and they didn't pay attention to the outside of the car. Now when they look out of the window, they can only see the rear of a passing car.

It was still thick black outside the window, making it hard to tell whether it was the night or the inextricable black mist.

It was still so quiet that there was no sound.

Such thick blackness and bottomless silence make people tremble at the first glance.

But under the dim headlights, the rear of the car gave people a sense of stability.

They come here inexplicably, and everything outside the window has a kind of unreal fear. This car breaks the fear of nothingness, and has a connection with the real society that makes people feel at ease.

The car is a common passenger car on broad roads during the day. The paint on the car is red and white, and the most realistic thing is the license plate number starting with "Dian L".

"Dian" is the abbreviation of the province in their real life, and "Dian L" represents a real city, where there are cars with license plate numbers starting with "Dian L" everywhere.

As soon as the people in the car settled down a bit, they heard the trembling voice of the girl with ponytail.

"That car is full, full of dead people, full of... a full car."

The air stagnates in the car.

In this case, no one wants to hear such words.

"What nonsense are you talking about?" The muscular man took a step forward and grabbed the girl's collar. He was so strong that he almost pulled the girl up. "Are you scared out of your wits? It's an ordinary car!"

When he yelled loudly, the veins on his forehead bulged like the muscles on his arms, and his expression was as ferocious as the crow-green poisonous snake tattoo on his arm.

"No, no." Under the double fear, the ponytail girl's eyes filled with tears, but she still gritted her teeth and insisted, "It's really a dead person."

"One of them lost half of his head, and his brains and blood fell red and white on his shoulders. He smiled and stuck to the window to look at me. I, I really didn't lie."

The details blurted out made the muscular man stop, and the restless discussion and noise in the car started again.

At this moment, a cold hand fell silently on Ning Su's shoulder.

Ning Su paused, staring at the pale hand with long nails for a few seconds, then turned his head to look back.

He only glanced at the people in front of him a few times, but the people behind him didn't pay attention, and turned their heads to meet a smiling face.

The person sitting behind him was a boy in his early twenties. He wore a bun and wore a simple white shirt, but he looked more immortal than the actor in elegant ancient costumes with long hair reaching his waist.

The person behind met his face and was stunned for a moment, the words stuck on his lips, and when Ning Su blinked in confusion, he said: "I don't think that girl is lying, this place is not normal, I feel a strong yin. "

Ning Su didn't make a sound, and looked at him quietly with eyes with a quiet and cold background.

The man touched his nose, "Really, I'm a little Taoist priest, orthodox."

"I really feel a lot of yin, especially in front of me. I think there is something wrong with the driver at the front."

Ning Su was silent.

He quietly pulled the clothes around his waist to cover himself more tightly.

"oh."

The little Taoist looked at him suspiciously, why does this "oh" feel a little guilty?

Without waiting for him to think about it, there was another "bang" in front, which attracted the attention of the whole car.

The muscular man grabbed the ponytail girl's hair with an ugly expression, and pressed her hard against the car window.

He leaned close to the girl's face, "He stuck to the window and smiled at you? Hahaha, did he stick to the window and smile at you like this, little sister?"

Zhu Shuangshuang's face was deformed by pressing, and when the muscular man stuck it up, she closed her eyes tightly, smelling the stench of years of smoking and drinking in his mouth, her eyelashes trembled uncontrollably.

Even so, she didn't cry out.

No one in the car spoke for her.

When the people here just opened their eyes, they were very anxious for some reason, their expressions were in a trance, and they were in such an incomprehensible environment, restless and irritable. It seemed that no one would show kindness.

When the situation was unclear, no one would offend this tough muscular man because of her.

Zhu Shuangshuang bit her lip, turned her head against the glass with difficulty, and put her last hope on the boy behind her.

When she turned to look at the car outside the window, she noticed that the boy behind her also glanced out.

It was just a light glance, she wasn't sure if the boy saw it, and she wasn't sure if the boy saw it, would she be willing to speak for her.

After all, he also looks very weak.

Ning Su received the expectant look from the girl with ponytail.

The ribbon on the girl's ponytail embroidered with a certain luxury logo was scratched, the delicate skin on her face was rubbed red on the glass window, and the pearl studs on her ears swayed slightly with her movements, flashing in the dim car lights With a faint light.

She looks to be around twenty years old, she should be a college student, the kind spoiled by her parents.

Ning Su said, "She didn't lie."

As soon as he spoke, everyone in the car turned their attention to him, and they all froze for a moment.

Why didn't they notice when they grew up like this?

The people in the car were more or less uneasy, even the indifferent man in the suit who looked like a president could make people feel that he was always on guard, only the boy who spoke was different.

He feels at home, like he just woke up.

He was wearing a loose white t-shirt. Because of his thinness, the large neckline of the white t-shirt exposed a large collarbone, which was unbelievably white.

From his hands to his neck to his face, everything he showed was extremely white, and one couldn't help but think that he didn't know how much milk he drank since he was a child.

The lip color is very light, the eyelashes are long and straight, and the hair is soft. He looks like a soft boy.

But when he opened his eyelids, the dark pupils were exposed, carrying an indescribable chill, making his complexion change from milky white to a colder snow color.

"There was indeed a dead body in that car. It was a hearse."

When he spoke, his expression was a little stiff, and the stiffness on his obedient face turned into a rigid look, giving people a clumsy and serious feeling, "It's just different from ordinary hearses, there are at least 120 people in the car A dead body, a dead body can still move."

The car was silent again.

There seemed to be a wind blowing outside, and the tree branches covering the sky and the sun on both sides of the road were shaken by the wind, and there were many ghostly shadows.

The wind must be very strong to bend such thick branches, but they still couldn't hear the sound. When the car was silent, the world fell into deep silence again.

You can't even hear the sound of the car driving normally on the road. The car doesn't seem to need any energy to start, and it slowly shuttles through a world where there is no sound.

I don't know where to take them.

"You're lying." The actor said to Ning Su.

"If you see so many moving dead bodies, how can you be so calm, without any surprise or fear."

Ning Su: "I have facial paralysis."

"..."

"The speed of the car is so fast, how can you see at a glance that there are 120 moving dead bodies inside?"

Without giving Ning Su a chance to speak, he sneered, "A dead body that can move, ah, I have indeed seen it. In the zombie movie I acted in, do you really think there are zombies?"

Ning Su was silent.

His beautiful eyes are full of doubts, and he is a little guilty, making others think that he is blocked and speechless.

Obviously, most people in the car did not believe what he said, and when the actor pointed out the loopholes in what he said, they were already afraid in their hearts, and they instinctively refused to believe the horrible facts, and followed the safe words.

Zhu Shuangshuang, a ponytail girl who had just breathed a sigh of relief, became nervous again when she saw this, "It's true, why did we lie to you? There's no reason, it's true!"

The muscular man who was still holding onto her hair suddenly realized, "You're making the outside world so weird, you want us to stay in the car honestly!"

As soon as he finished speaking, an emotionless electronic voice sounded in the car.

[Please don't leave the car, or you will bear the consequences. 】

The timing of this electronic sound was too subtle, it seemed that Ning Su and Zhu Shuangshuang were lying to keep them in the car.

Several people in the car looked at them with hostility.

"Say, what are you going to do!"

"What is your purpose?"

Seeing that the two were being targeted and surrounded, the little Taoist priest behind suddenly stood up, and he said loudly what he had just said to Ning Su to divert the conflict, "I think there is something wrong with that driver!"

The muscular man who was about to come over to carry Ningsu stopped, thinking that he was looking for the driver to stop him just now, and was interrupted by the girl's scream.

He changed his footsteps and walked towards the driver again. He wanted to get out of the car now more than before.

But after taking two steps, he stopped hesitantly.

From the beginning to the end, the driver drove in silence, without looking back and without speaking.

Before he mentioned the hearse and the dead body, he could still say that the driver was driving seriously while staring at the road ahead. After he had the dead body in his mind, he looked at the silent driver who turned his back to them, and it felt a little uncomfortable.

There are many people who think like him.

I haven't seen the driver's face, I can only speculate from the wavy hair on the back that it should be a female driver.

No matter what they said, she didn't seem to hear, and sat there in silence.

In front of her was a smiling red beckoning cat, with its paws waving back and forth, as if beckoning passengers behind to come over.

Lucky Cat's slender red lips are curved, and there is a part of the corner of the mouth that is not lustful, and a drop of red, like a drop of blood that has not been wiped off the corner of the mouth, is smiling strangely.

There are several dolls hanging beside the driver's seat. They can't remember what it was like when they first came up. At this time, the little humanoid dolls lowered their heads, and the white thread passed through the necks of the dolls to hang them on the roof. The moving car shakes.

The muscular man rubbed his arms, turned his head and asked the little Taoist priest, "You think there is something wrong with the driver, what's wrong?"

The little Taoist stood up and looked at the back of the driver, took a few steps to the right, continued to look, and then said to the muscular man, "Can you see the driver in the rearview mirror?"

Just now everyone was immersed in anxious and nervous emotions. They couldn't see the driver's face and didn't think of this basic common sense.

In fact, they don't need to go there, they can see the front of the driver from the rearview mirror.

In addition to the left and right sides of this bus, there is also a rectangular mirror in the middle.

Oddly, no one in the car could see the driver in either mirror.

Muscle also found this problem, and like most people, the first thing he thought of was the angle problem.

After looking through the three mirrors one by one, he asked the man in the suit on the left in the first row, "Can you see it?"

The man in the suit shook his head, "I can't see it."

The muscular man asked the actor again, "Can you see it?"

The actor pinched his hands, his face was very ugly, "I can see the driver's seat, but I can't see anyone."

At this moment, the muscular man's face changed a little, he didn't give up and asked the people behind him in different directions.

Except for those who dare not look in the rearview mirror, they get the same answer.

People in different directions in the car, front, back, left, and right, can see them in the car with different expressions in the rearview mirror, and even see the driver's seat, but they don't see the driver in the three mirrors, and they are not petite The driver is just sitting there and driving.

The car fell into an eerie silence again.