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Chapter 530 Last Night's Dream of Fallen Flowers by the Leisurely Pool

"What?" Cang Yue, who was carefully examining the bus, turned her head to look in the direction from which the voice came.

Coco was staring intently at a certain spot on the ground, while Xia Jianren, about two meters to her right, was also staring at the same spot.

There was someone standing in the space between the two of them.

Cang Yue stared in shock at the empty ground: "Where's Wang Chuan?"

"It was just here a moment ago!" Xia Jianren described with exaggerated gestures, "but it disappeared in the blink of an eye!"

The streetlights illuminated the nearby ground, and Cang Yue stared intently at the spot where Wang Chuan had just stood; there was no trace of him there anymore.

She took a deep breath: "It's a ghost..."

As expected, the dungeon wouldn't let them get through the thirty-six hours easily, and it wasn't safe for them to be near Gu Mian.

The ghosts have begun their attack; they must find a way to survive as soon as possible!

It seems that the most efficient method is what Gu Mian suggested.

He drove the bus and took Zhao Shuang on a trip back to the old places, hoping that this would remind her of what happened on October 1st.

Why did they argue? Why was Zhao Shuang left at the base halfway up the mountain? Why did the bus fall off the mountain? Only by helping Zhao Shuang remember as soon as possible can they find a way to survive!

"Let's head towards the cemetery now!" Cang Yue withdrew her gaze with lingering fear. This time Wang Chuan disappeared, but who will disappear next?
As she spoke, she turned to look at Xia Jianren and Coco: "Are you two okay?"

Coco nodded: "I'll go to the cemetery with you."

Seeing that Wang Chuan had suddenly disappeared, Xia Jianren certainly didn't dare to continue doing nothing. He nodded firmly: "I'll go too."

Gu Mian originally planned to take a day trip to the cemetery, so bringing a few people along wouldn't be a problem.

Zhao Shuang had no objection and agreed to go to the cemetery with the others.

They dared not call a car again; it seemed that this dilapidated hearse was safer than any random car they could call in the middle of the night.

Gu Mian sat back in the driver's seat, and the other four people boarded the bus, only to find it stained with blood.

"After all, it rolled down the mountain, so the people inside must have rolled around in the car a few times too," Gu Mian explained.

Cang Yue found a slightly cleaner place to sit down, only to find that most of the seats were stained with blood.

There were bloody handprints on the roof and ground, suggesting that someone had struggled inside the car.

The other three sat next to Cang Yue, not daring to stray too far.

Fortunately, it was 5 a.m. and there were no cars on the road, otherwise the driver would have been terrified by the almost totaled bus.

The bus windows were all broken. Gu Mian was driving at a fast pace, and cold air was blowing in from the broken windows.

Cang Yue leaned against the window and looked out. It was a quiet city with a few houses still lit up. The wind rustled through the roadside billboards, and the leaves in the green belt swayed. A gust of cold air rushed into her nostrils, reminding her of the days when she used to ride her bicycle to work on winter mornings.

For a moment, she thought she had returned to the past.

But before she could savor the moment, Coco's voice pulled her out of her memories.

“Look at these handprints.”

What's wrong? Cang Yue looked up at Coco, who was studying the bloody handprint on her head.

She was shining her flashlight on a spot on the roof of the car, and following the beam of the flashlight, you could see a series of slightly connected handprints.

“Look at these handprints,” Coco said, waving her flashlight. “Judging by the size, they seem to have been left by the same person.” Her flashlight beam followed the bloody handprints and found that they disappeared at the right side of the car window. The group looked closely at the edge of the window and found that there were indeed traces of bloodied hands scratching at the top of the window.

The group gathered together and looked up at the edge above the car window.

Xia Jianren spoke through the wind: "This must be because someone climbed out of here after the bus overturned down the mountain, right?"

He was terrified at the thought that there were more than thirty corpses in that car just a few days ago.

“Yes,” Cang Yue nodded. “The news said that when the car was found, it was upside down, meaning the roof and the bottom were reversed. These bloody handprints must have been left by someone who was still alive when they climbed out of the car window.”

Who climbed out...?

Coco stared at the bloody handprint on the edge of the car window: "The police must have found this too, which is why they mobilized manpower to search the whole mountain for survivors."

Including the driver, there are a total of eight missing persons. None of them have been found alive or dead.

They had met the driver not long ago.

The driver has become a ghost and is confirmed dead, but his body has not been found to this day.

"Is it possible that all eight people except the driver are still alive?" Xia Jianren pressed down his wind-blown hair.

Coco nodded: "There should be someone alive, but there's one thing I've always found strange..."

"Logically speaking, if the people inside the bus were to fall from the mountain, they would be seriously injured even if they didn't die. Even if someone survived and tried to climb out of the bus, they wouldn't be able to get very far. The police should have been able to find the missing people near the bus."
"But we've been searching for days, and there's still no sign of them, dead or alive. Has someone hidden them?"

If we're talking about the people most likely to be hiding in this instance, it would undoubtedly be Zhao Shuang, who's right next to them.

However, the police had taken this into account. They had conducted a thorough investigation of Zhao Shuang and found that she was clean and there was absolutely no way she had been to the scene.

Cang Yue looked at the people around her: "Do you remember who those eight people who went missing were?"

Zhao Shuang remembered this clearly.

She began, "The driver's name is Zhao Jianming, and the other seven are our colleagues: Qian Xinguo, Xue Guang, Hu Shufeng, Jiang Mei, Gan Da, Qiu Hongyu, and Lu Xian."

“This bloody handprint must have been left by one of them.” Coco looked at the handprint that disappeared at the edge of the window.

The whereabouts of these eight missing people remains a mystery to this day.

They might be useful in finding a way out of the copy, or perhaps they can find clues about these missing persons once Zhao Shuang regains her memory.

“Speaking of which…” Cang Yue looked at Gu Mian in the driver’s seat, “When you stopped this car, did you check how many people were in it… ghosts?”

It seems she's become accustomed to Gu Mian's act of blocking the hearse.

Gu Mian didn't have the habit of counting the number of people before boarding the bus, so Cang Yue's idea of ​​inferring whether the missing people were still alive based on the number of people on the bus failed.

As the burial mound drew closer, the sky began to lighten.

Cang Yue took out the phone that came with the game and glanced at it. The battery was hanging low in the upper right corner, and the time was next to it. It was already past six in the morning, and there would be more cars on the road.

Meanwhile, Wang Chuan was surprised to find that he was not dead.

When he opened his eyes, there was a slightly yellow ceiling above him, and a chandelier that hadn't been cleaned for who knows how many years hung above him. To the side, there was a window that was neither too big nor too small.

The sky outside the window was gray, and several pairs of sparrows flew across the sky, chirping noisily.

It's getting artistic!

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