Metaphysics Live Room: The host is the contract husband

After leaving the station, the group walked towards a bus.

As Su Chen got into the car, a scene flashed before his eyes: the car rolled off a cliff, the car was destroyed and people were killed, and the driver was driving with his eyes closed. It seemed as if it was engraved in his mind.

Seeing him standing still and blocking the door, Xu Mi asked in confusion, "What happened to Master Su?"

He put down the foot that was on top, and stared at the person in the driver's seat. His face was flushed and his eyes were a little blurry, and it was obvious that he was driving under the influence.

He shouted, "Grand Elder, get out of the car. I have something to tell you. It's very important."

"Master, can you wait for us for a moment? It will be ready soon."

The driver was still quite clear-headed. He turned around and looked at me, grinning, "Okay, this is the only bus I have this afternoon. If you miss it, you won't be able to catch one."

"I'll only wait for you for ten minutes. If you don't come, I'll drive away."

The people in the car were a little dissatisfied when they heard this: "Master Liu, I'm still waiting to go home. Why should I wait for them for ten minutes? They look like a bunch of charlatans. What are we waiting for?"

The Great Elder stood up without saying a word and turned to look at the woman. There was a deathly look on her face, which was a sign of certain death.

When he thought of Su Chen's words again, his heart skipped a beat. He ignored the woman who was yelling behind him and turned around to get out of the car.

Su Chen led them to a corner and whispered, "Call the police to arrest the drunk driver. They should arrange for another driver to come for us. If that person is driving, we can't go up."

As soon as he finished speaking, he called the police. There was a police station next to the station, and they arrived at the parking lot in a few minutes. After understanding the situation, he got in the car and started checking the driver's condition.

The sirens kept beeping and the police looked more serious.

"You're so brave to drive drunk, get out of the car and come with us."

After getting out of the car, Master Liu looked over with a somewhat vicious look in his eyes, and then pretended to be pitiful: "Comrade police officer, I didn't mean to do that. I just had a couple of sips at noon. You see, I didn't drive, so it's not considered drunk driving."

The station manager agreed, "Yeah, the car wasn't started, so how can it be considered drunk driving? I'll just ask someone else to drive this bus."

Seeing them say this, the police said seriously: "Okay, now let this driver go back and rest, and replace him. Drunk driving is absolutely not allowed and too dangerous."

"Yes, yes, police officer, don't worry."

After the people left, the person in charge's face turned cold and he scolded, "Old Liu, what are you doing? What did I tell you? We're very busy lately and don't have any extra drivers."

"When are you going to stop drinking? If anything goes wrong, I'll be the one to take the consequences."

"Manager, this can't be entirely blamed on me. It was that charlatan who called the police. Otherwise, I would have drunk a few sips like this so often, and when would anything have happened?"

Old Liu kept talking, his face full of indifference.

He has been driving for more than 20 years. To put it bluntly, the car and he are one and the same. There is absolutely no way that something could go wrong with it. If there was going to be a problem, it would have happened long ago, not now.

The manager frowned in annoyance and started making calls, begging someone to come over and drive. He looked at Lao Liu and said, "Take a day off and we'll talk later."

Soon a tall, thin man arrived, nodded, and began to carefully inspect the bus. After confirming that everything was OK, he boarded the bus and said, "Everyone, get on board. We're about to drive."

Su Chen took a look at the tall and thin man's face. Well, he looked clear-headed and there was nothing wrong with him. Then he asked him to get in the car.

"Come on, let's get in the car."

Not long after the 222 left, after Lao Liu repeatedly assured him, the person in charge let him drive the 305, and reminded him: "Drive carefully, and stop if you feel something is wrong."

"I understand. Don't worry."

After walking for half an hour, two buses passed each other. Su Chen turned his head and looked over. There were countless ghost faces printed on the windows of the opposite bus, and black resentment filled the bus.

The Great Elder had obviously seen it as well, his eyes filled with shock: "Master Su's car... there is, there is a problem."

"Well, it's a human problem that can't be avoided after all."

The car behind us passed us at high speed. The tall, thin driver slowed down to let us pass, muttering, "You're crazy! Going so fast! It's so reckless!"

The two buses quickly distanced themselves from each other, and soon a huge explosion was heard. The tall and thin man's expression changed. Looking at the flames rising into the sky in the distance, he felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar and his whole body was cold.

The car stopped after the brakes were applied. The drowsy passengers immediately woke up, opened the windows and looked at the raging fire with their eyes wide open in shock.