Quick Transmigration: Leisure

Inside the carriage,

The young reporter was bewildered. Was he still half asleep, or were all the people on the bus mute?

I had worked overtime for 30 consecutive hours before taking the train, and I was almost unable to keep up, both physically and mentally.

It was only because his superior told him he could catch up on sleep on the last bus, and promised him a large bonus, that the young man boarded the bus with the materials for this interview.

He fell into a deep sleep as soon as the seal on the document was broken.

The carriage was quiet and hypnotic, and the young man slept soundly until his stomach started to rumble.

When I woke up, it was as dark as a dream.

He used the light from his phone screen to see that there were people around him, and then he asked for directions.

The woman to his right didn't move, but the older man behind him clearly responded to his question.

After a brief moment of hesitation, he apologized and turned on his phone's flashlight, pointing it at the back seat of the car.

"what!"

"what!"

The young man first saw the older man in the next row, who was muttering to himself with his eyes closed and brows furrowed. Suddenly, a flash of light startled him, and he screamed.

It wasn't until I shook my phone that I could see it was a large gold chain.

Instinctively, I turned my phone to the other side and saw a white object wriggling. Just as I was getting scared, the white object suddenly lifted up, revealing a pair of black sunglasses over a white mask.

The outfit, which concealed no skin, gave him another fright.

The two screams startled many passengers, making them uneasy.

The middle-aged man in the front row stepped forward and whispered to the driver from behind, "Brother, don't be angry! I'll go talk to him!"

The driver didn't even move his head, focusing solely on the road.

The middle-aged man didn't linger. He straightened up and walked towards the back of the carriage, shouting with great authority, "Shut up! No talking on the train!"

Although the volume was lowered, it was clearly conveyed to the young reporter, who immediately apologized, saying, "I'm sorry, uncle! I didn't know either, please don't be angry." As he spoke, he took out a cigarette from his pocket and handed it to him.

The young man was initially a bit drowsy and didn't pay attention to the situation. He was a perceptive person, and besides, this older man's tone was exactly like his superior's when he was being reprimanded, so he instinctively obeyed.

"Hmph." The middle-aged man took the cigarette and said smugly, "If it weren't for my connection with the driver, I'm afraid you wouldn't have made it to your destination tonight."

The young man bent even lower and took out a lighter, gesturing to light the cigarette in the middle-aged man's hand.

But the other party slapped the phone away, pointed at the driver in front, and let out another dissatisfied snort.

The young man understood and handed over the remaining half-pack of cigarettes to the other person, bowing slightly in apology.

The middle-aged man then nodded and left.

Actually,

There was a slight misunderstanding; the reporter thought the middle-aged man was asking the driver for the leftover cigarettes.

However, the middle-aged man meant that the reporter was spared punishment because of his influence, and therefore should be treated with more respect.

Besides, the driver quit smoking and hasn't had a taste for it for a long time.

The carriage fell silent again.

The young reporter sat down and used the dim light from his phone screen to flip through the materials from this trip.

He knew about a case that had been circulating privately for several years and was related to the village he was visiting.

However, information about the village was kept strictly confidential, and he only obtained firsthand information after deciding to take on the job for the reward.

The young man looked very carefully; he wasn't without suspicion about the dark, strange, and quiet environment of the car ride.

but,

Because they knew something was wrong, they desperately tried to find out as much information as possible before the incident occurred.

Every year, the pages of information that are exposed to sunlight are also promptly organized.

In fact, Xia Youmi finished reading it even before the reporter himself.

The document provides a general overview of village customs, highlighting their rigid traditions, strict rules, and beliefs. It also lists several reputable households and interviewees who were able to be contacted.

However, the information about the characters is not comprehensive; almost all of it requires on-site investigation.

Xia Youmi's mother had also mentioned these things, even in more detail.

Because their family is considered a key group that can be interviewed.

There are also some miscellaneous precautions, such as the key points for taking the bus, that people with germaphobia should not make loud noises, and the preferences of different drivers, etc.

Seeing this, the young man, like Xia Youmi, also looked ahead. The legendary, formidable figure had actually spared him today.

The young man was grateful and remembered that the middle-aged man hadn't handed the driver the half-pack of cigarettes earlier.

He took out betel nuts from his pocket, slowly walked to the middle of the bus, sat in the first priority seat on the left, turned around and handed a pack of betel nuts to the middle-aged man, pointed to the driver, and bowed to express his gratitude.

Seeing that he was so sensible, and thinking that the driver wouldn't mind being refreshed, they led the young man forward.

"Uncle?" The middle-aged man tried to stuff the betel nut through the hole in the cubicle, inevitably getting a little too close.

Seeing no response for a while, the young man leaned closer to apologize.

suddenly,

The young man held onto the middle-aged man's hand tightly and pulled the betel nut back.

The middle-aged man was still annoyed and wanted to slap this ignorant and foolish young man.

The young man's suppressed breaths were filled with fear. They pulled at each other, their movements becoming increasingly violent.

A muffled thud came from behind. Startled, they turned around and saw the old man who was closest to them get up, meet their eyes, and then slam his cane on the ground again.

An intimidating aura swept over them, signaling them to go back.

However, the young man seemed to have spotted his superior. He scrambled over to the old man, grabbed his sleeve, and pointed towards the driver's seat.

"Good child, let's talk things out," the old woman said, her voice full of kindness.

Upon hearing the real voice, the young man seemed to regain his instincts, and cried out in a broken voice, "The driver is dead!"

"what!"

The wealthy man who had been observing couldn't hold back any longer and stepped forward when someone spoke.

Accompanying him was the middle-aged man's wife. She also noticed her husband's odd behavior; why was he just staying in front of the driver's compartment instead of stepping forward to manage the situation?

The old woman remained motionless, and asked with a kind smile, "What's wrong, child? What? This old woman's hearing isn't good."

I said the driver is dead!

"Ahhh!" the girl, left behind by her parents, screamed.

Xiu Ge had become alert as soon as the young man approached; she reached into her backpack and grasped something.

Xia Youmi huddled fearfully in the last row of seats, too afraid to move forward or scream, only her heavy breathing could be heard.

"Clap!"

"uncle!"

"Uncle!" The burly middle-aged man and the middle-aged man banged on the glass partition.

Their faces were contorted with disbelief and rage.

The old woman trembled upon hearing the young man's words and could not utter any useful information.

"Turn on the lights! Do you have a flashlight?" the tycoon said impatiently.

But these words jolted the young man awake. He staggered toward the luggage at the back of the carriage, tripping and falling as he went up the steps. The noise startled the girl next to him, and she finally couldn't hold back her tears.

While crying, the reporter felt a bright light shining from behind and pulled out a powerful fill light.

Because it was not held firmly, the light was still trembling and flickering inside the carriage.

By the light of the young man's lamp, the three men squeezed in front of him could finally see that the driver's middle section had been cut off.

Although he maintained the driving posture, the seat was soaked.