Night Bus No. 14

My name is Li Long. In order to triple my salary, I took the No. 14 Night bus that everyone avoids. The departure station is Laochang Station in the west of the city and the terminal station is the back gate of the crematorium. Departure time: eleven o'clock sharp at midnight. The passengers who got on the bus had no temperature, no breathing, and no faces. They were all the souls of those who fell into the river and died three years ago. The journey was filled with gloom and ghosts, and every stop contained a life-threatening curse. Three dead rules: Don't stop until you wave, don't look at people's faces, and never open the door at the last three stops. If it is broken once, it will be irreversible. It was only when I drove past the Ping An Bridge, the abandoned mental hospital, and the northern suburbs cemetery that I truly understood—— This is not a bus, this is a hearse bound for the underworld. I am not the driver, I am the scapegoat they have been waiting for for three years. This is the last bus on Route 14. Once you get on the bus, there is no turning back. I am Li Long, and I am driving a death bus that will never return.