The Dead Driver

Seeing that Zhang Hao had actually been persuaded to come back, Yang Jian looked at him strangely. This guy's stance was too wavering; he was coaxed back with just a few words.

But

Yang Jian looked at the elderly woman sitting in front of him, his gaze flickering uncertainly.

She knew something was wrong with this bus!

The suggestion to bring Zhang Hao back seemed well-intentioned; they didn't want him to continue investigating.

"Everything seems normal, nothing wrong. You're overthinking it, brother. The driver probably changed routes for other reasons, don't make a fuss. But getting on the wrong bus is annoying. We'll get off at the next stop, you'll have to figure it out yourself then," Zhang Hao said.

Yang Jian casually replied, "It would be great if I could get off the bus smoothly."

He just tried, and even with his own abilities, he couldn't get off the bus. These ordinary people probably haven't experienced how strange this bus is yet.

"What do you mean by that?" the girl who had told the ghost story earlier asked Yang Jian.

Yang Jian, "Although some of what I'm saying sounds absurd, I personally think that we, and even the others on the bus, seem to be quite unlucky. We got on a bus we shouldn't have gotten on. I don't know if the driver really changed the route, but this bus definitely has a big problem. Getting off easily won't be a simple matter. We don't know how long we'll have to wait for the bus to stop. It's been more than twenty minutes since the last stop."

"Furthermore, now that we're outside the city center, the bus obviously can't just stop on the roadside anywhere."

"Of course, you can think I'm being paranoid and that you don't have to believe what I say. Anyway, if something really goes wrong, I might be able to help you. Whether you believe me or not doesn't really matter."

"Brother, do you think this is a ghost story? Don't scare me, you can't frighten me." Zhang Hao curled his lip, not believing Yang Jian's words.

Although he believed in ghosts, he didn't believe that he and so many other people would encounter ghosts while riding in a car.

"Zhang Hao, you should ask the driver again how much longer it will take to stop," the girl who had spoken earlier said, sounding uneasy.

"I think you guys are all a bit crazy. It's just that we got on the wrong bus, what's the big deal? Anyone who didn't know better would think our plane was going to crash. You've all heard too many ghost stories."

Another young man nearby couldn't stand it anymore. He thought Yang Jian was a bit mentally unstable, maybe even delusional. Ignoring him, he immediately shouted, "Driver, you've taken the wrong route. Please pull over to the side of the road; we need to get off."

At his shout, many people in the carriage turned around and looked at him.

But after he shouted, he received no response; the driver in front of him remained silent.

"Driver?"

After calling out several times, the driver in front still didn't answer, seemingly unable to hear the person's inquiry.

"Damn it, what's going on? Is this driver mute? I'm going to go check him out," the young man said angrily as he walked over.

Unlike before, when he passed by the old woman, she didn't try to persuade him.

"Hey, I'm talking to you." The young man walked over with a hint of anger, and shoved the driver who was driving.

This push turned out to be a big deal.

The driver, who had been driving the whole time, suddenly collapsed, his hat falling to the ground. His stiff, pale face exuded a heavy aura of death, and his slightly open mouth emitted a faint stench. It seemed that the driver had been dead for at least a day and was now a corpse, beginning to decompose slightly.

"Ah~!" The young man turned pale with fright and collapsed to the ground.

"Zheng Wenyao, what's wrong?" his companion Zhang Hao asked anxiously.

"The driver... he... he seems to be dead." The young man named Zheng Wenyao was so frightened that he was almost crying. He pointed at the driver's body on the ground, his whole body trembling with fear.

It's perfectly normal for ordinary people to be afraid of the dead.

But what should be even more frightening is the strange thing that happened behind this dead body.

The driver has been dead for over a day, so who was driving the bus before? It doesn't make sense for a corpse to drive.

At this very moment.

Although there was no one driving the bus, the steering wheel was turning slightly as the bus went around the bend, as if an unseen person was controlling the vehicle and driving it to an unknown place.

Yang Jian ignored the bus driver's body and focused his attention on the driver's seat, where he witnessed a bizarre scene.

"If the person driving in the driver's seat isn't the driver, then it's possible... a ghost. Or perhaps the driver isn't a ghost, but the entire bus is a ghost. Or maybe the ghost driver isn't actually in the driver's seat, but has disguised himself as a person and blended in with all the passengers."

His eyes narrowed, and from this limited information, three possibilities immediately emerged.

The first one is the least likely, while the second and third are the most likely.

However, after the previous attempts, Yang Jian's heart leaned towards the second possibility: the bus was a ghost.

This also explains why I couldn't get out of the car.

Unless you wait for it to stop and open the door on its own.

However, by the time Yang Jian realized something was wrong, he hadn't gotten the chance to stop and open the doors.

The driver's body found inside the train carriage caused widespread panic.

Not only Zhang Hao, Zheng Yaowen, and the other four passengers, but the other passengers also panicked and began to realize the seriousness of the situation. This was no longer a simple matter of the bus going the wrong way.

"Quick, call the police and an ambulance! The driver must be having a heart attack!" someone shouted urgently.

What's the point of calling it an ambulance? The driver's body is already rotting.

"Get the car under control immediately and stop it. Don't let it get out of control, or we'll all be doomed." Someone else calmly came up with a solution.

An unfamiliar middle-aged man volunteered to rush over, as if to demonstrate his experience as a driver, and took control of the steering wheel, gently applied the brakes, and prepared to stop the car.

However, just as the middle-aged man was starting to operate it, he suddenly realized...

The bus had never started; all the indicator lights on the dashboard were off.

Even though the vehicle wasn't running, the bus continued to travel at a steady 50 miles per hour on the road, showing no intention of stopping after losing power.

After trying several times, the middle-aged man driving the car found that neither the brakes nor the steering wheel were responding.

The entire vehicle was completely out of control.

"How so?"

He was immediately dumbfounded; he had never encountered anything so bizarre in his entire life.