Courtyard House: Report enemy agents at the start, and you'll take off immediately.

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"Brother Da Mao, don't do that! If someone sees you, they'll think you're being a pervert!"

Xu Damao thought about it and agreed, so he suppressed his impatience and behaved himself.

Shortly after, a trolleybus of model 663 slowly pulled up at the station.

Meanwhile, Zhao De had perfected his escape plan; he originally intended to shake off Xu Damao by bicycle.

But the bus gave him excellent inspiration and strategies.

The bizarre incident on a Beijing bus late at night, which later became widely known, is about to begin!

Xu Damao picked up his bicycle, carrying two large and two small bags, and got on.

Inside the carriage, besides the middle-aged driver and the middle-aged ticket seller, there was a young man and a middle-aged woman sitting in the double seats behind the driver. There were no other passengers.

"Brother Da Mao, there are empty seats here, let's sit here!"

Xu Damao looked in the direction where Qianqian was, somewhat puzzled. There were only a few people on the bus, weren't there plenty of empty seats?

Without thinking much, he walked straight over and sat down next to Qianqian. The bus continued its journey, traveling through the quiet, cold night.

"Brother Da Mao, is someone filming a movie around here?"

Zhao De muttered to himself, "Could they be from some theater troupe?"

Xu Damao asked with a puzzled look, "Qianqian, what are you talking about? Who are these 'them'?"

"It's those few!"

Zhao De raised her hand and pointed in that direction. Xu Damao followed her gesture and saw that the seat was completely empty.

"Qianqian, are you seeing things?"

Xu Damao was even more confused.

"There's clearly no one there!"

"what?"

Zhao De cried out in surprise and quickly covered her mouth. Seeing her pale face, Xu Damao's heart also tightened.

"Qianqian, how could you joke like that!"

"You can't believe in these feudal superstitions!"

He quickly added another sentence, trying to comfort himself.

However, just as Xu Damao finished speaking...

But he found that Qianqian was holding his hand tightly.

He could feel that delicate hand trembling violently.

"Brother Da Mao, let's get off the bus!"

Zhao De spoke in a trembling voice, looking as if he were quite frightened.

Xu Damao immediately tensed up.

"You really saw it?"

"Saw!"

Zhao De nodded.

"How many people are there?"

"The whole cart was full of people dressed in Qing Dynasty official attire."

Upon hearing this, Xu Damao trembled with fear, sweat pouring down his face like rain.

Just then, the elderly ticket seller sitting in the front row turned around and said with a displeased expression:

"Young man, don't spout any feudal superstitions. There's no such thing as a superstitious person here!"

Although that's what the ticket seller said.

But judging from her expression, she seemed to be a little nervous as well.

"That's right, there's really no one here, because..."

Before Zhao De could utter the last word, Xu Damao and the ticket seller already knew what was going on.

"Don't talk nonsense! If you keep spouting such rubbish, I'll hand you over to the police!"

The ticket seller was extremely nervous.

"Brother Da Mao!"

Zhao De gently called out to Xu Damao.

Xu Damao immediately explained with a smile:

"This is my wife. Don't be nervous. She just had an abortion recently and may be hallucinating right now."

Xu Damao made up a reason on the spot.

However, Zhao De's mind raced, and he immediately said in a trembling voice:

"That baby is walking towards us!"

The ticket seller and Xu Damao turned to look, but the carriage was still empty.

Now, both of them felt a chill run down their spines.

Did you really see it?

Zhao De's acting was so realistic that even the ticket seller started to become suspicious.

"What did you see?"

The ticket seller clenched her hands tightly, her knuckles turning white.

Suddenly, the bus stopped.

A young man and a middle-aged woman carrying some things were about to get off the bus.

The ticket seller opened the bus door for them.

But no one got on the bus after that.

At this moment, Zhao De spoke up:

"They've all gotten off the bus, but there's a huge crowd waiting to get on."

Xu Damao and the ticket seller looked at each other in disbelief, and were immediately filled with panic!

"Brother Da Mao, let's get off the bus too!"

In the dimly lit and cramped carriage, Zhao De's teeth were chattering as he prepared to pick up his bag and get up to leave.

"No, you can't leave!"

The ticket seller was extremely nervous.

If those two people also get off the bus, then only she and the driver will be left in the carriage!

Xu Damao, trembling with fear, was still hesitant.

The ticket seller's attempts to dissuade him only provoked him more.

"Move aside, I need to get off!"

Xu Damao shoved the ticket seller aside and jumped off the bus.

"Qianqian, throw everything to me."

Even in death, Xu Damao did not forget to take his valuables and important belongings with him.

However, the ticket seller grabbed Zhao De's arm tightly and shouted loudly:

"Drive! Drive!"

With her other hand, she smoothly pulled the car door shut, and the car started moving.

While struggling, Zhao De anxiously shouted, "Brother Da Mao! Brother Da Mao!"

"Qianqian! Qianqian! Open the door!"

Xu Damao was initially able to keep up with the car, and kept banging on the car door and shouting anxiously.

But once the bus picked up speed, Xu Damao could only watch helplessly as it drove further and further away.

Until the distant roar of cars completely disappeared.

At this moment, Xu Damao stood alone in the quiet and desolate place.

Feeling the biting cold wind blowing, he looked around and realized he was all alone.

I couldn't help but shiver.

Where did those two people who just got off the bus go?

He looked back again, but still couldn't find them.

Xu Damao's face turned deathly pale instantly, and his body began to tremble violently.

"Amitabha Buddha, may Guanyin Bodhisattva protect us..."