Chen Ge whispered to Tang Jun to have him change the final destination. When they reached Li Wan City, the bus would drive directly to the residential area where Fan Cong lived.
After the discussion, Chen Ge walked to his seat at the back of the bus. When he passed the smiling man, a deep chill rose from his heart.
Turning to look, the smiling man's face was green, and his grayish-black eyes were staring at Chen Ge.
"Looks like he has something against me. If he doesn't like being with the red high heels, he could have just removed them. How come it feels like he doesn't even want to touch them? Is there some kind of curse on the heels? "
As Chen Ge spoke, he was stunned. From the smiling man's reaction, there might really be some kind of evil curse on the heels.
"Oh well, I've already touched them. When I run into the shadow later, I can just throw the heels at him."
Chen Ge did not think much of curses. When he first obtained the black phone, he had already received a cursed love letter.
From how he saw it, curses were not that scary — the scary thing was the ghost behind the curse.
Returning to his seat, Chen Ge did not continue to provoke the smiling man. He reached into his backpack and looked out the window. He had no idea when it started, but the sky outside the bus had turned dark.
Soon, the bus reached the stop closest to Li Wan City. After this stop, the next stop was Li Wan City.
The door opened, and the sound of chains clanking echoed in the rain. A hand that was soaked white by the rain reached into the bus to grab the guardrail.
The rain slid down the fingers, and there was a strange and shrill laughter mixed in with the sound of chains. When all the passengers turned to look at the front door, a face with a twisted expression poked its way into the bus.
The facial features were delicate, and it should have been a pretty face, but unfortunately, someone had used a knife to slash the left side of his face from the corner of his eye to the corner of his lips. From afar, it looked like the man had two mouths on his face, one vertical and one horizontal.
His face should have been scratched recently, and the wound had not completely healed. Under the soaking of the rain, there was even the possibility of infection and pus.
His thin lips slowly opened, and he stuck out the tip of his tongue to lick the wound at the corner of his mouth. The pain made his entire face contort, but he still tried to look like he was enjoying it.
"Is this a pervert?" Chen Ge took a glance and came to a conclusion.
The man seemed to be very satisfied with the gazes of the passengers in the car. He used his beautiful fingers to tidy up his messy hair.
His fingers were white before he touched his hair, but after he tidied his hair, his fingertips were dyed red. There seemed to be bloodstains in his hair that had not been cleaned.
"Is it funny?"
This new passenger was crazier than Chen Ge had expected. The moment he got on the bus, he started to provoke the smiling man. He did not seem to care about the danger at all. He glared at the smiling man, who was still trying to maintain a smile on his face.
"What is this person relying on?" Chen Ge was a very observant person. He noticed that part of the wound on the man's face had already started to fester, and part of it showed signs of scab forming. Therefore, he believed that the new passenger was a living person, but why would a living person have the courage to provoke the smiling man? Was it because the ignorant was fearless, or was he hiding some kind of trump card?
The smiling man had just been angered by Chen Ge, and now there was another person with a death wish. The black lines in his eyes crawled like worms, and the crack on his lips widened.
Looking at this scene, everyone knew that something bad was about to happen, but the new passenger not only did not show any fear, he even pointed at the wound on his face. "Are you trying to imitate me?"
When he entered the bus, the passengers finally saw that the new passenger was covered in blood. He was holding a pair of scissors that was about thirty centimeters long in his left hand, and his right hand was dragging an old bag that was still leaking blood.
"A murderer?" Chen Ge studied the man, and the more he looked at him, the more confused he became.
The passenger was wearing a white shirt. If he had killed someone out of passion, it was understandable that he would wear a white shirt, but from the way he looked, he was very calm, so it was clear that this was a premeditated murder.
Why would a person who could remain so rational after a murder wear a white shirt that was the hardest to clean and the most eye-catching?
The blood would stand out the most when it landed on a white shirt, so in this situation, it would be best to wear a dark brown or black shirt.
"Is this his special hobby? Is the new passenger a crazed murderer? " This was the most logical explanation. The man was enjoying the thrill of killing someone, and that was why he would do something so illogical.
"For some reason, something feels off." Chen Ge's eyes swept the man's arm. The scissors were not suitable for murder. Considering the need to dismember a body, no matter how sharp the scissors were, they were not as useful as an axe or a cleaver.
Chen Ge turned to look at the bag that the man was dragging. The rain had soaked the bag, and it kept leaking blood. If the bag was filled with a dead body, the blood would not seep out from the top of the bag; it should be pooled at the bottom of the bag. Other than that, the blood would coagulate. If it kept leaking, it gave Chen Ge the feeling that the bag was not filled with a dead body but a few leaking bags of blood.
Perhaps because he had interacted with a crazed murderer many times, Chen Ge was able to see many things in a short time.
"I'll ask you again, are you trying to imitate me?" The new passenger's arrogant tone made Chen Ge sweat for him. Even when he went to cause trouble, he was not this direct. He merely placed another baleful Specter next to the smiling man. Throughout the whole process, there was no verbal or physical attack.
The smiling man seemed to have reached his limit. Inside his gray eyes, black lines crawled up his cheeks.
"Are you mute? I'm asking you a question! " The new passenger was aggressive. He was not afraid of the smiling man at all. He licked the edge of the scissors and walked toward the smiling man. "Why are you sitting on a bus like this so late at night? Let me guess why?"
When he lowered his head to think, he saw the red high heels on the seat next to the smiling man. Realization dawned on him as he reached out to pick up the high heels. "Are you going to find your wife?"
When the new passenger said that, the smile on the smiling man's face froze, and his expression turned incredibly strange.
He stopped targeting the new passenger but glanced at the high heels out of the corner of his eyes. With an even stranger smile, he returned to his seat.
"I've guessed it." The new passenger's tone was tinged with madness and madness. He used a knife to pick up the high heels and placed them on the seat. "Since you're so devoted to your wife, I'll let this slide."
He gave off the feeling that he was making excuses for himself. The so-called mercy was just a way for him to step down.
Then, he dragged the backpack and walked toward the bus, but once he took the first step, something strange happened.
After he took the first step, the sound of high heels clicking on the ground came from behind him like someone was following him.
He turned back to look, and the red high heels were still placed on the seat.
The skeptical new passenger took two more steps into the bus. Whenever he moved, the sound of the high heels would follow closely behind him.
"The shoes were placed on the seat, so where did the sound come from? What is following me?" Perhaps because he was too nervous, the new passenger said what was on his mind directly, and his tone was slightly different from before.
Chen Ge, who was further away, understood what was going on. The smiling man was probably ready to make his move, but the new passenger had gone to provoke the red high heels, and the high heels had made their move on the new passenger before the smiling man.
"This man is still too young. When I picked up the shoes earlier, he first praised the shoes and then said that the owner of the pair of high heels must be very beautiful. Finally, he went to provoke the smiling man." Chen Ge sighed at the back of the bus. He did not expect the naive new passenger to walk directly toward him and the doctor after being unable to get rid of the high heels.
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