After Looping I Dismantled the Rules

On a rainy night at 11 o'clock, Lin Mo, who was working overtime, rushed to the last bus on Route 11, thinking it was just a normal return trip. Until the radio on the roof blared, and six cold rules of riding came down: it is forbidden to look at the still figure outside the car, it is forbidden to talk to the eighth passenger, and it is forbidden to talk to the person wearing red... At first it was just a prank, until someone rushed off the platform and instantly turned into a gray-white stone statue; until there was a knock on the car door, and a figure in gray stood out of thin air, asking hoarsely "What time is it?", Everyone panicked. When the street scene outside the window began to repeat endlessly, and the dense carvings under the seats revealed nineteen sets of straight characters, and the handwriting on the first page of the notebook "for the 19th time" was exactly the same as his, Lin Mo woke up - this train would never reach the end, and he had already died eighteen times in the cycle. The rules are all literal traps, the platform is never true or false, and the woman in red outside the car is just a bait. The person who was really warned by the rules had been sitting in the front row wearing a dark gray coat, and gently advised everyone to "be obedient and you will arrive at the station safely." This round, the memory has not been cleared. He wakes up with eighteen rounds of lessons to expose all the lies and dig out the root of the cycle. Even if a face exactly like his is reflected in the rearview mirror, even if the figure in red in the rain curtain calls out that lip language silently through the car window. The nineteenth round restarts. This time, he wanted to break the situation with his own hands.