If he fell sick on the train, perhaps everyone would watch.
However, if the person was dead, then it was no longer a matter of onlookers. This already made the people who were sitting have the idea of getting out of the car.
It was early spring, the start of school again.
Most of the people on the bus were new students who were heading to school. They were not in a hurry.
Countless people were gossiping among themselves. There were many lines in front of the washroom, as if they wanted to wash away their bad luck.
Li Ruoshui and the man were close to each other, but one did not react, and the other was too embarrassed to go out.
"Aren't you going to wash your hands?" Li Ruoshui looked at the calm man in front of her curiously. He seemed to have no reaction and continued to listen to the song.
"If washing my hands can get rid of bad luck, then I wash my hands every day, but why doesn't it leave?”
The man looked at the girl on the phone and his tone was a little low.
Li Ruoshui also took a look and did not say anything else.
She didn't know why, but she had wanted to wash her hands and face to calm herself down, but she was also affected by the man's calmness and gradually stopped caring about this sudden incident.
He took out his earphones and continued to insert them into his ears.
Outside the window was the green scenery, and the flight attendants were rushing to and fro in the corridor.
There were even more shouts asking for a transfer at the next stop.
"This car is too unlucky. Someone died right in front of me.”
"What is it? Really?"
"Why would I lie to you? Why don't I take a photo for you to see?”
"Alright then, give me one."
……
Sorry, sir, no photos allowed…"
" Sir, please respect the dead…"
"Sir…"
Flashes flashed from time to time, accompanied by the flight attendant's warning.
Countless people called their friends to seek comfort while sending photos to tell them about their bizarre experiences.
"They…"
Li Ruoshui pointed at the group of people who had no quality.
"You want to say that they are rude, right?”The man said with a faint smile.
Li Ruoshui nodded and hesitated.
"Actually, from another perspective, they took photos to show off to a certain extent. It's also a way to compensate themselves. For example, what would the last survivor do in a disaster? Of course, it's to take photos as a memento."
"Is that so?" A trace of curiosity flashed in Li Ruoshui's eyes. She carefully studied it and found that this man's words were actually quite interesting.
"Humans are lowly animals after all. They will instinctively use all means to redeem themselves. At this time, they won't care even if they do anything.”
At this point, the man looked at the photo on his phone again, his eyes filled with regret and unwillingness.
The high-speed rail continued to run, and time passed by.
During this period of time, the man did not speak again. He just stared at the girl on his phone as if she was the entire world.
Li Ruoshui was also wearing earphones, but she was just pretending. She was more interested in listening to the song with this man.
The melodious music spread in the air. Li Ruoshui was already curious about the man in front of her.
She found that he was very philosophical, just like a poet.
It was mysterious, yet it was filled with the feeling of being touched by everything in the world. In the end, it turned into beautiful words and narrated.
The expression of words was often more intense and lasting than music.
14:02.
The high-speed rail that was filled with anxiety finally arrived at the next stop.
Even through the window, the sirens outside could be heard clearly.
Waaah!
It was a very hurried sound that made people unconsciously feel uncomfortable.
The man put away his phone and said to Li Ruoshui with a smile," I'm going to the next stop. This bus will probably be delayed for a while."”
"Yes." Li Ruoshui nodded lightly. In the blink of an eye, the man's figure was already gone.
Feeling a little disappointed, the voice she had secretly recorded along the way sounded in her earphones.
For some reason, this violin song always made people unconsciously feel motivated.
Tenacious and endless.
Just like nature, it was fresh and refined.
This was just an ordinary outbreak. The ambulance that came directly pushed the deceased into the car and sent them to a place with equipment for diagnosis.
The police and the forensic doctor found something different in the victim's backpack during the filming process.
There were several human skin masks and a small bag of powder the size of a fingernail.
Liu Ming, an old police officer.
Speaking of which, it was a coincidence that he was a drug enforcement officer. He just happened to pass by nearby and was sent here.
His years of experience in handling cases allowed him to recognize that this white powder was unusual at a glance.
Out of caution, he took the deceased's coffee with him and took a few photos.
He was glad that he had made the decision after he went back to the lab and found that it was indeed some white powder.
In this way, the identity of the deceased was obvious. A drug lord!
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