Huixiang is a small city and has nothing to do with prosperity. Because there are many criminals who fled here, the public security here is not good, and the whole city is equated with the chaos.

Lu Qiaolan and I got off the plane and boarded the long-distance bus. The people who were traveling looked like hard-working workers, with rough skin, simple and cheap clothes, and mostly large cloth bags. Occasionally one or two suitcases were used, and they were not the kind of beautiful suitcases I saw at the airport.

The two of us seemed alien among this group of people.

The people in the seat next to us looked at us curiously.

A student sat diagonally opposite us, holding his backpack tightly, and was always in a state of tension.

The middle-aged man in the front seat took off his shoes and socks as soon as he got on the bus, emitting an unpleasant smell.

Someone shouted loudly in the last seat, as if playing cards.

The environment inside the car is really not good.

The environment outside the car is not good either.

There are only a small part of the rolling green mountains, more of which are messy farmland and quarries with bare rocks. The walls that can be seen along the highway are painted with propaganda slogans from decades ago. The content has blurred in the wind and sun, leaving only mottled color blocks.

There are no good cars on this road. Trucks and vans account for the majority, while private cars are cheap models that are half old and not new. I also saw a modified tricycle running in parallel with motor vehicles, and the speed was not slow. As for the car without a license, I also saw two or three.

The journey lasted for more than three hours.

From the highway to the city road, you can see more buildings, but overall, it is no different from what you saw on the road before.

The markings on the city roads are not clear, and there are no regular sidewalks. The small shop on the roadside puts the stalls on the road, and various smells are mixed together.

I suddenly felt familiar.

Oil and salt taste, food taste, engine oil taste...

Just like the smells that Chen Xiaoqiu smelled after entering the hotel.

The long-distance bus entered the dilapidated station and a group of people got off the bus noisy.

The student was even more nervous and hugged his bag tighter.

The middle-aged man passing by laughed, "Did you come back from a bus the first year?"

The students' expressions were confused.

"How much did you bring back? Or did you bring back the computer? You hug it so tightly. If you are like this, no one will steal it. Someone is afraid that they will come and rob it!" The middle-aged man laughed and winked at the sight of this.

Someone around followed suit and scared the student.

The student looked like crying.

Lu Qiaolan couldn't see it and was about to speak out, but I grabbed her.

Lu Qiaolan turned to look at me in confusion.

I was staring outside the car.

There was someone outside the car standing under the window, staring at the rude men fiercely.

Everyone got off the car in a row.

I saw people outside the car floating to the door of the car. The men who mocked the students were pushed from behind by him when they got off the car.

The middle-aged man rushed forward and hit the person in front. The group of people fell into a ball and immediately cursed. The middle-aged man jumped up and scolded him, and the person behind him naturally refused to admit that he had pushed him.

A group of people quarreled behind and rolled up their sleeves and was about to take action.

The driver shouted loudly and cursed at these people.

A group of people also ran out of the bus station, each of whom was tall and big.

If you have poor knowledge, these passengers can only leave with cursing.

The middle-aged man fell the worst, with a layer of skin falling off his face. He covered his face and took a cold air when he left.

The students and us were the last ones to get off the bus.

I saw him taking the big suitcase and walked forward with some difficulty.

The ghost I saw before followed him and reached out to help pull the suitcase.

The student turned around and probably noticed that the weight of the suitcase in his hand had become lighter. He continued to move forward with doubt.

Lu Qiaolan asked, "It was just now..."

I looked around and saw no ghosts again, but the city felt too dull.

I only now understand that this is probably not due to air pollution.

I shook my head at Lu Qiaolan.

I took out my cell phone, and I hesitated for a while, but still called back.

The call back was the call that the ghost called me.

I felt nervous, and when the phone was connected, my heart was stuck in my throat.

"Hey? Who are you?"

The sound on the other end of the phone was not Zhuang Tao.

"Hello, I received a call from this cell phone before..." I took a deep breath and said as calmly as possible.

"Ah! Did you receive the call from this phone? When did you receive it? Are you a friend or family member of the owner of the phone?" The person on the other end of the phone was very excited.

I think the situation is not good, "Not either, I am a colleague of the owner of the mobile phone. Yesterday I received a call, but it was not the owner of the mobile phone. It was a policeman..."

"Is it Officer Zhuang? Is it an officer named Zhuang?"

"I don't know very well. He just said he was a policeman in Huixiang. I have arrived in Huixiang with my friends and are at the long-distance bus stop." I said.

"What? Wait, we'll send someone to pick you up!" said the other party.

I directly refused.

I still remember what Nangong Yao said.

"I'll just come here by myself, no need to worry, it's faster."

"Ah... that's OK." The other party's voice was suspicious.

"I'm..." I asked.

"My surname is Wang, Wang Xiaopeng."

"Hello, Officer Wang. Then I will make this call after I arrive."

"Well, yes. Just look for Huixiang Police Station. There is only a police station here, either a police station or a police station."

"Okay, I get it."

I hung up the phone and went to find the staff at the bus station with Lu Qiaolan.

"You have to go to the police station and go outside to get a taxi." The staff were impatient.

When I first came in, I didn't pay attention, but there seemed to be no taxi outside the bus station.

Lu Qiaolan and I walked to the entrance of the bus station and found out that taking a taxi is not a taxi, but a tricycle.

We two looked like outsiders, and the tricycles gathered at the door enthusiastically solicited business.

"...Go to the police station?" asked one person.

"Yes, the police station, not the police station." I emphasized according to Wang Xiaopeng.

"It's not a police station, where is that?" The person who asked me back.

I was a little speechless.

"I know, I know the road!" Another person who drove the electric three-wheeler raised his hand, "It's the police station on Caotou Road!"

"There is still a police station on the way to the grass head?" Some people questioned.

"It's there, the one who handled the big case. The murderer living upstairs on my house two years ago was arrested and sent there." The little man who raised his hand and answered was very proud, "I went over and saw it. It's there, it was newly built the year before yesterday!"

The people next to them were talking about it, but they were not talking about the murderers, but the police station they didn't know about before.

I feel uncomfortable with this kind of custom of Huixiang people.

"Boss, you can get to the police station in half an hour if you take my car for thirty yuan!" said the little man.

"I only have twenty dollars!"

"You don't know the way!"

"As Caotoulu, you just said it!"

People around him started to quarrel.

Lu Qiaolan pulled my clothes and handed me the phone.

The navigation map is marked with the words Huixiang Police Station, but the road next to it is not Caotou Road, but Anding Road.
Chapter completed!