My name is Ling Mo, a new driver from the bus company. On the first day of registration, I was assigned to night shift No. 13
There were eight different drivers on this bus, and none of them worked for a full month.
The old driver gave me six rules.
People who refuse to be waved are not allowed to get on the bus, and passengers are not allowed to ask about the cause of death. They must stop at each station, and living people cannot get off the bus before the terminal. They must be back before three o'clock in the morning, and the driver is not allowed to leave the driver's seat for more than three minutes.
I asked: "What if I can't come back?"
The old driver said: "The last driver who couldn't come back was my co-pilot. Her name is Ling Xiao, my biological sister."
I didn't realize it until I drove this car.
Half of the passengers who got on the bus at midnight were not alive. What was put in the coin box was not coins, but bloody nails, yellowed photos, and notes asking for help. There is a blacked-out station on the route map called "Broken Bridge."
That's where my sister disappeared.
Now, the lights at Broken Bridge Station are on again.
