Jiang Cheng couldn't be bothered to pay him any attention. At a glance, it was obvious that the elegant lettering had been carved by Wu. Jiang Cheng could even picture Wu crouched in a corner of an alley, carving away with a satisfied smile.
That night, Jiang Cheng and the Fatty sat on the sofa downstairs, wide awake.
The Fatty couldn't stop picturing Wu grinning sinisterly in a dark alley, holding a knife as he hacked a 1.9-meter-tall corpse into pieces. He stuffed the chunks into a plastic bag as he went, blood pooling all over the ground. The image made him shudder.
But as they sat there thinking, the two of them eventually fell into a deep sleep.
The clock on the wall ticked steadily. Everything around them seemed perfectly normal, but... something had changed.
Slowly, the second hand inside the clock seemed to meet some kind of resistance. It moved slower and slower, until finally it made a dull "click" and stopped.
Almost at the same time, Jiang Cheng and the Fatty jolted awake as if from a nightmare.
"Hah... hah..."
The Fatty gasped for breath. They had experienced this same feeling many times before; it was familiar, etched into their bones. They knew the bus had arrived.
They stood and slowly walked to the door. Then they pushed it open.
Sure enough, the old bus was stopped not far outside. There should have been nothing but an empty lot there, but now a bus stop had appeared.
There wasn't a trace of fear in the Fatty's eyes. His heart was full of hope. He had made promises to Huai Yi and Wang Qi... and he was going to get them off this bus, no matter what!
Jiang Cheng took a deep breath and boarded first as the