A truck suddenly went out of control on the road, skidding sideways at a forty-five-degree angle.
Its front left corner slammed squarely into the middle of the bus. There was only one casualty in the crash.
The victim was an assembly-line worker surnamed Du at a state-owned enterprise.
Reporters from a few small media outlets interviewed the passengers who had been aboard. They all said the truck had been swaying from the moment it appeared, as though its driver were drunk. But the police took a blood sample from the truck driver and found no alcohol in his system. The driver kept spouting nonsense, insisting that he had hit the bus while helping the police with a case and should bear no responsibility. In the end, the police penalized him for "driving while fatigued."
What else had been strange about that bus ride?
Many passengers said that after the two vehicles collided, the number of people aboard had suddenly dropped. So many gave the same account that the reporters were utterly baffled.
Qu Xi walked down the road, involuntarily quickening her pace.
Not far behind her, Zhou Zhuangshi was silently following her, clutching his finger.
She had thought the drunken man's warning would make Zhou Zhuangshi behave himself. But from the look in his eyes, he seemed ready to vent all his fury on her, his expression even more vicious than before.
Qu Xi was extremely reluctant to return to her room, but the Anywhere Door was there. If she did not go back, how could she reunite with everyone?
All the Supreme Pivots aboard the bus had evacuated the instant the vehicles collided. Unfortunately, her abilities were inadequate, so she could only get off with the other passengers and walk home, step by step, right in front of Zhou