Quick Transmigration: Leisure

"Tick!"

"Tick!"

Four men huddled in front of the cubicle, and in a brief moment of disorientation, they could clearly hear the sound of liquid falling to the floor.

The young reporter pointed his flashlight downwards so that the group could see clearly that the driver's seat seemed to be completely soaked and could no longer hold the red liquid, which was beginning to spread down to the ground.

Under the stark white light, the expressions of the group were all incredulous.

The driver is dead, so why is the car still moving?

"Thump!" The old man banged his cane again and shouted, "Check the car and see who's playing tricks!"

"Yes," the young man replied tremblingly. Then, he took his powerful fill light and walked to the back.

But the old man stopped him again, took his light, and explained, "I'll guard the front of the car; you can use your phones."

The young man didn't think much of it, assuming that the elderly person didn't have a smartphone and that they should know the road conditions better than anyone else.

"Fourth brother, find a way to open the cubicle door."

"Row."

The middle-aged man was instructed by the old man to smash a window, because the middle-aged couple had driving experience and wanted him to take over the steering wheel.

The burly man and the young man began inspecting the ceiling, windows, vehicle floor, and gaps from the very back of the seats.

Xia Youmi, Xiu Ge, and the girl were directed by the old lady to move forward and gather at the back door.

The middle-aged woman shone a light on her husband and reminded him to use the window-breaking tool provided in the carriage. The middle-aged man worked up a sweat but couldn't break even a crack.

He glanced impatiently at his wife, snatched the phone with the flashlight on, and handed her the hammer to smash the window.

"boom!"

The middle-aged woman's hammer-swinging technique was precise, resulting in a significantly louder sound, but she still couldn't see the crack she was aiming for. Touching the spot she had aimed at, she did find a few shallow scratches.

The middle-aged man snorted softly, seemingly disdainful that his wife couldn't do the same.

The wife does most of the heavy work in their family, and she's also the one who can drive, but that doesn't stop the man from looking down on her. Her position as the head of the household is determined from birth.

There was a sense of unease on the bus, accompanied by the girl's crying and fear, but all she could get from the old lady's unhelpful words of comfort.

Her mother was busy working in front of her.

Xiu Ge, who seemed to exude a sense of security, ignored her, while Xia Youmi, who was the same age and also somewhat frail and timid, managed to stick close to Xiu Ge. One was black and the other white, one tall and the other short, they looked harmonious, yet somehow couldn't quite squeeze in.

In addition, the girl's parents were actually present, but they were in charge of the overall situation and waiting for everyone to rest before comparing strengths.

It's not certain that the two of them will get the better of her. They're not thinking about getting close to her now, but it will be too late later.

But I really want to break the cycle of being excluded from my sisters!

The girl's expression flickered between light and shadow.

Xia Youmi and Xiuge had no idea what strange ideas she had; they were exchanging names in hushed tones.

Xiu Ge took the initiative to thank Xia Youmi for the friendliness package and preserved plums she had just received, successfully diverting her from her fear.

Xia Youmi patted her backpack and whispered that her mother had prepared a lot, showing off her painful layer of dolls.

Xiu Ge spoke little but responded, blocking Xia Youmi's view that might be directed at the driver. She also mentioned that Xia Youmi was a university student at L University. The two turned on their flashlights and took out two ID cards and a campus document from a canvas bag, looking them over.

The old lady smiled with satisfaction upon seeing this, occasionally glancing at the idle chatter.

Every year, he would check everyone's movements in his mind, along with a separate timer.

Actually,

At 8:15, when Hugh used the plastic bag, the driver had already passed away.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have ignored the commotion inside the car.

Every year, no one could be seen making a move, or rather, the waist break happened instantly without any preparatory action.

and,

Once inside the tunnel, for the entire duration the driver did not stop driving, his pupils and driving movements remained unchanged.

This shows that regardless of whether this act is broken or not, he is not a normal being.

......

At nine o'clock, the ridiculous search was finally over.

Apart from Xiu Ge and Xia Youmi huddled by the back door, whispering comforting words to each other, everyone else walked back and forth inside the carriage countless times, seemingly not missing a single corner.

Xiu Ge had no interest in such an adventure. Knowing that Xia Youmi didn't often take this bus, he had no intention of standing up to exchange information with others and quietly observed his surroundings.

Without sorrow, without joy, without desire, without wants.

Some are quick-witted and prepare early for any potential conflict that may follow.

The young reporter obeyed the old man's words and also took care of the old woman.

The wealthy man was actually quite clever; he kept appearing very busy around the middle-aged couple, but in reality, he was just wasting his time.

She shouted loudly for help, but all she could do was shout; the only one whose strength was being constantly depleted was the middle-aged woman.

The girl who was occasionally separated from the group kept staring in Xia Youmi's direction, though she couldn't see what she was doing or hear what she was saying. But she just stared straight ahead, freely venting her fear and anger.

Xia Youmi wasn't entirely unprepared; when the young man took out a powerful fill light, she lowered her head and put on sunglasses.

Even earlier, the water on both sides of the backpack was stuffed inside the bag.

Every year, I've helped organize and remember the sections and items inside the backpack.

She no longer needs to line up the supplies to clearly see how they are distributed.

Speaking of weapons alone, besides mini scissors and a utility knife, there's also a folding military knife. This knife doesn't have many fancy features, like a bottle opener or keychain; it's simply sharp and sturdy enough to shave wood.

Taking advantage of the youth's commotion, she also hid several safety pins in the hem of her skirt, put spare hair clips on her head, and stuffed a small mirror, band-aids, and several packets of beef jerky into the pockets of her pumpkin pants under her long skirt.

Even if she can't protect her backpack, at least she can fight back from a desperate situation.

Everyone gathered in the middle of the carriage, but it was all ineffective conversation. The old man was spouting nonsensical and meaningless elder talk, but it had no effect whatsoever.

It even made him feel bad.

With a final wave, he decided to give up!

They occupied several seats in the front of the carriage with the old lady, each carrying a basket of things. Seeing this, the young man was the first to step forward to protect his elders, and he also dragged his two large bags of equipment to the front.

They looked like they wanted to protect them.

Although he was a sycophant, he was still a young man, and the old man tacitly accepted the young reporter's joining.

The remaining people showed no politeness to each other.

The middle-aged couple seemed to remember something, glancing at their daughter's suitcase with wary suspicion of the three of them. The hammer used to smash the window was in the middle-aged man's hand; he was exhausted and hungry after all that work.

The girl said something to her parents, and the middle-aged man swung a hammer and yelled, "Go to the back!"

The words were directed at Xiu Ge and Xia Youmi. The burly middle-aged man, however, was unhurried and patted his handbag before the middle-aged man nodded in acknowledgment.

see,

Xiu Ge, with a cold expression, led Xia Youmi to the back of the carriage.

There were five seats. She let Xia Youmi sit in the innermost seat, then put her bag down, while she herself sat in the middle.

Use the best view to look down on the rest of the people.

At this point, they split into three groups, each wary of the others.