The room fell silent in an instant. Gao Ming paused for a second, then got up to serve Wan Qiu some food and asked him to eat in his room first.
Only after Wan Qiu left did Gao Ming sit back down across from Liu Yi. His expression had barely changed, but the look in his eyes was completely different.
"If you have something to say, just say it."
"I was a little surprised to see you board at Hate Mountain Prison. I wanted to say hello, but you had your headphones on and were busy the whole time." Liu Yi opened her phone and showed Gao Ming a hand-drawn sketch of a Bus. "As soon as I got on, I noticed something was wrong. There was something wrong with the passengers, something wrong with the driver, and an even bigger problem with the Bus itself. Later, it crashed in the tunnel. I managed to escape by sheer luck and memorized what the Bus looked like."
"It looks no different from an ordinary bus, except that the license plate was covered in blood."
"I compared it with every bus that had been involved in an accident along that route..." Liu Yi opened a hidden folder on her phone and pulled up an old news report. "Look at these two pictures. Don't they look alike?"
Gao Ming looked at the phone screen. The bus involved in the accident in the news report looked exactly like Liu Yi's sketch, down to tiny details such as the angles of the broken windows and the size of the scrapes in the paint.
"They look like the same bus."
"Exactly. That's what I wanted to tell you." Liu Yi scrolled through the report. "Now look at the date. This report was published on the Ghost