I deliver food in a bizarre world

An Rushan: [I was also at the live broadcast at the time!]

Chen Heiquan: "Has anyone seen that minibus before? It's dark red, very old, and has no road signs."

Chen Mo thought for a moment and then asked, "Or has anyone heard any strange tales about that area, anything other than those about old-fashioned buses?"

After the message was sent out, netizens responded one after another.

Hai: [Brother Mo has found new material again?]

A member who doesn't often chat in the group asked a question, and a kind person immediately came to answer it.

Waiting for sunrise: [No, it's about that time when Brother Mo was asking about Wangchuan Snack Shop in the group chat. He took an order to deliver it to the cemetery, but on the way, he encountered three young men and got hit by a minibus. Brother Mo was thrown into the air, but the minibus disappeared.]

Anonymous: [What? Brother Mo let three young guys start a business in a minibus?]

Chen Heiquan: "?"

Unusually Handsome Guy: [Is this really that weird?]

Hai: [What? Brother Mo is injured? I'm so worried about him!]

Chen Heiquan: "..."

Mint: [A dark red old minibus? I don't seem to remember it...]

Mo Ge's top lackey: [The western suburbs of Jinghai City are quite remote, with few cars. For places like that, you should ask around in the local countryside; you might find a better deal there.]

I'm not a lady: [Is it one of those cars that used to run in rural towns and are now retired?]

At this moment, the ID "All-Night Archaeology Party" popped up.

"Brother Mo, what you're saying reminds me of an old legend."

Chen Mo immediately perked up, sent a "explain in detail" emoji, and replied, "It has to be you again!"

The all-night archaeology enthusiast commented: "However, the one I know isn't about the western suburbs, but rather from a few years ago in our city. There seems to have been a rumor about a ghost bus."

The villainous, cold-blooded puppy: [Old Tong, wait a minute, I'm turning on the light... It's creepy at night, and what you're saying is kind of scary...]

The all-night archaeology enthusiast commented: [It's about an old-fashioned bus that went out at night specifically to pick up lost people; once someone got on, they couldn't get off. But that's a legend from decades ago, and it's about a public bus, not a minibus.]

Another familiar ID, "Wind and Rain," also spoke up.

The road conditions in the western suburbs are complicated. In the past, some unlicensed taxis used discarded minibuses for fares, but these have become rare due to crackdowns in recent years.

[However, that dark red minibus... I did hear an experienced driver mention it briefly, saying there was a car accident there a few years ago, involving a minibus that was used for private hires, but I can't remember the specifics.]

Although the clues are vague, at least one thing is confirmed: there was indeed a history of minibus activity in the western suburbs, accompanied by accidents and urban legends.

Chen Mo thought for a moment, then added, "The main problem is that the car looked too old, and the incident was a bit suspicious. If anyone has heard of similar cases, or knows where I can find old traffic accident records, please let me know."

Is Mo Ge going to become a detective?

[When Brother Mo gets older, he'll publish a book called "From Deliveryman to Legend Investigator."]

Chen Heiquan: "Come on, I'd be more interested in writing 'Postpartum Care 2'."

I'll ask the elders in your family to see if they know.

[To check accident records, you'd have to go to the traffic department, right? Or maybe look for old newspapers from that year?]

Wait a minute, what's the deal with "Postpartum Care 2"?

Can I report you?

[How much does a cup of Imperial Jade Liquor, two large hammers, and three small hammers cost?! Countdown: 5 seconds!]

The group chat was buzzing with suggestions, and as Chen Mo watched the scrolling screen, a plan slowly formed in his mind.

He couldn't just ask online; he had to go and see for himself.

Retrace the route the hearse took that night to appear and disappear, and see if you can find any more clues.

He had been to that area in the western suburbs a few times when he was delivering food, but he wasn't very familiar with it. After working at the textile factory, he rarely even went to the western part of Jinghai City.

He glanced at the time; it was only 10 o'clock. After thinking for a moment, he closed the group chat.

He immediately changed his clothes and began packing his things.

Once everything was ready, Chen Mo pushed his electric scooter out the door.

As I passed by the entrance, I saw that the person on duty was security guard Lao Li.

"Xiao Chen? Why are you out so late?"

"Yes," Chen Mo smiled.

Old Li opened the door and let them through, but just a few minutes later, he saw Chen Mo rush back on his electric scooter.

"What are you doing?"

Looking at Chen Mo's figure, Old Li had a bunch of question marks on his head and asked.

"Uncle Li, do you know of any rumors circulating in the western suburbs about minibuses?"

Halfway there, Chen Mo suddenly remembered that Uncle Li's hometown seemed to be in the rural-urban fringe area of ​​the western suburbs!

Isn't this a ready-made source of intelligence?

Old Li thought for a moment, then shook his head: "No..."

"Why don't you think about it again? Or ask your elders in the family."

Although he sounds old, Old Li is only in his forties, still in his prime, and all his elders are still alive and well.

Old Li asked, puzzled, "Why are you asking this?"

"There's something very important!"

Old Li seemed to recall Chen Mo's ability to subdue demons a few days ago, and didn't refuse, nodding: "Okay, I'll ask the elders at home tomorrow during the day. It's too late tonight, they all go to bed early, and they might not be able to hear the phone."

"Thank you for your help." Chen Mo offered him a cigarette.

Old Li's face lit up instantly. He smiled, pointed at Chen Mo, and took the cigarette.

He then turned around and headed west of the city.

He's going to meet that minibus!

At 10:30 p.m., I arrived at the section of road where the accident happened on Wednesday night.

He stopped at the spot where the three students had waited for the bus that day.

There is a bus stop there, but because it's in a remote area, the last bus runs at 8 p.m., long after the bus stops open.

So the place was completely empty, with not a soul in sight.

He simply turned on the live stream, intending to play games while waiting.

As soon as it opened, a large number of viewers rushed in.

Wow, Mo is a man of action! He's already here in just half an hour?

What is the streamer doing?

[The anchor is waiting for the midnight hearse!]

【First!】

[Has Brother Mo found out anything about the minibus?]

[What? A hearse? Is this allowed to be broadcast?]

As Chen Mo logged into the game, he read the chat: "No news. That car is probably a fake license plate vehicle, hard to find. I thought it might reappear, so I came to check it out."

He chose a cooperative level-based game, shouted it out in the group chat, and gathered a few friends to form a small, disorganized convoy.

The hail of bullets in the game, combined with shouts, temporarily dispelled some of the boredom and dullness of waiting.

[Mo Ge is pretty good at games!]

[What a joke, Mo is a king!]

This teamwork is so good, they're obviously old teammates!

[I'm so envious! I want to play games with the streamer too!]

Chen Mo read out this comment: "Friends who want to play games can join the group. We'll randomly select viewers to help them rank up. You can play anything!"

[Hey shill, do you use a belt to pump water?]

Chen Mo: "???"

Netizens these days are so mischievous!

The chill of the night seeped in, and all around was utterly silent, save for the sounds coming from himself and his phone, the occasional rumble of cars and the chirping of unknown insects from the distant national highway.

He sat on the bench, glancing up every now and then, staring at the end of the road.

Time passed second by second.

One hour, two hours...

Soon, it was one o'clock in the morning.

Apart from a few private cars returning late and a large truck, no other vehicles passed by on that road.

Not to mention that minibus, there wasn't even a trace of it.

At three in the morning, sleepiness washed over me like a tidal wave.

He couldn't hold on any longer and yawned several times, his eyelids starting to droop.

Waiting like this isn't a solution. The hearse is clearly not an ordinary vehicle. Is it possible that, like the Wangchuan Snack Shop, it only appears at specific times or under specific triggering conditions?

When the first light of dawn appeared on the horizon, Chen Mo gave up completely.

The viewers couldn't take it anymore and logged off one after another.

He rubbed his sore eyes, turned off the live stream, and dragged his tired body home.

He got nothing after a whole night.