The atmosphere inside the carriage was unbearably tense.
Linda hid behind Du Wei, her hands tightly clutching the seat, refusing to let go.
With a backpack on and a gun in his hands pointed at the black couple's heads, Du Wei's face was utterly indifferent.
The black couple, facing the dark muzzle of the gun, felt chills all over and instinctively raised their hands, stepping back.
"Hey... buddy, calm down a bit, can you put that thing away?"
The tone of the man in the couple imdiately softened, unable to believe that the Asian man in front of him was carrying a gun.
Even in a country where possessing guns is common, people rarely choose to carry them around.
Having a legal gun doesn't an the police won't intervene.
If discovered, one would be subject to scrutiny from all sides until it is confird that the purpose of carrying a gun is not threatening and won't lead to arbitrary acts of violence. Only then will you be left alone.
But even so, it would be recorded in the files.
If a shooting occurs, you would beco one of the primary suspects.
The black man inwardly cursed "fuck," looking at Du Wei with his cold expression and backpack, he couldn't help but think of the cold-blooded killers in so movies and TV shows.
"Everything we said was true; this woman needs to get off, or else sothing terrible will really happen."
"I know, so now, move back imdiately, back to your seats."
Du Wei first glanced at the driver who had shown no reaction at all, then nodded at the black couple with the sa indifference on his face.
He stepped forward, forcing the two people back.
At such close range, just pulling the trigger would instantly kill them.
However, his goal was not to kill, for that would only bring endless troubles, and he was not ready to spend the rest of his life in jail.
Besides, if he really wanted to kill soone, he wouldn't use such a low-level thod.
In his phone were stored the pictures from the posts that Conan Doyle sent, which were used as the dium for the Evil Spirit's spread.
Killing soone silently and without a trace was shockingly simple.
"Alright, Asian man, you've won, but you're going to get us killed."
The black couple, seeing Du Wei's cold expression and the gun pointed at their foreheads, could only reluctantly return to their seats.
Seeing this, Du Wei turned away from them and looked towards the eerie corpse standing outside the rear door.
To be precise, it was the Scarecrow behind the body that only he could see.
At this mont, the phenona of Spirit Vision on Du Wei's body intensified, the humming in his ears had diminished substantially, but the throbbing pain near his heart beca more pronounced.
Most importantly, he could clearly feel the malevolence in the eyes of the eerie Scarecrow outside the door in the rain, staring intently at him.
Apparently, as opposed to Linda, its target seed to have suddenly shifted, from Linda to himself.
Spirit Vision isn't rely a visual effect in the conventional sense, but sothing like a sixth sense or intuition.
He could even feel that outside the vehicle, the falling rain, the muddy ground, and the oppressive wheat field, all seed to be filled with blatant evil intent.
The most intense was the eerie Scarecrow manipulating the corpse.
Thus, in the incredulous gaze of the black couple and Linda, Du Wei calmly aid the gun at the corpse's head and pulled the trigger.
Bang...
A gunshot rang out.
Unexpectedly, the head of the corpse was blown apart by the shot, and the impact of the bullet carried chunks of decaying flesh backwards, sans any trace of blood, as if it were hollow inside.
But then Du Wei's brow furrowed because even though the corpse had lost its head, the eerie Scarecrow seen under the Spirit Vision remained unaffected.
"It seems I misunderstood, the corpse is not your dium."
Du Wei's gaze was cold and unaffected, feeling no surprise.
Last ti, in Alex's house, he encountered a rotting woman's arm that could be destroyed by physical ans.
Now it seed, there were significant differences between Evil Spirits.
Yet, his action had infuriated the incomprehensible Scarecrow, which began to stride forward, its movents perfectly mirroring those of the corpse, as they made their way to the bus door.
The black couple inside the bus was terrified, frozen for a minute before reacting to Du Wei's decisive gunshot.
"My God, what have you done? You lunatic, close the door quickly, if we close the door, we'll be safe for now."
Du Wei glanced at them before turning back and putting away his gun, then he pulled out a glass bottle from his backpack.
Inside was the Holy Water distributed to the New York Exorcists by the church, not the diluted, inferior kind given by Father Tony before.
By this ti, the corpse, having lost most of its brain, had reached the bus doors.
Inside the bus, Linda was on the verge of collapsing, her only shred of sanity causing her to cover her mouth, trembling violently as she chose to whimper softly.
In stark contrast to her, Du Wei's face was calm, as if everything was under control, just like the most skilled Exorcist.
He unscrewed the bottle and splashed the Holy Water directly onto the corpse, or more precisely, onto the sinister Scarecrow behind it.
He acted swiftly, without the slightest hesitation.
The next second, the corpse with most of its brain blown away fell on the back door of the bus, and the terrifying Scarecrow, as if it had seen the most frightening thing, detached from the corpse and rushed into the brooding wheat field.
Seeing this, everyone was stunned.
"My God... this..."
"How did you do that?"
"Superpower? Magic? Are you Superman?"
Neither the black couple nor Linda could see the eerie Scarecrow; in their eyes, the corpse had been causing trouble from the start.
So, when Du Wei took out a bottle and poured the water on it, effortlessly disposing of the corpse, their minds were muddled, unable to comprehend what had happened.
"I am a psychologist," Du Wei said coldly as he kicked the corpse aside, then calmly closed the bus door.
In an instant,
the bus, as if receiving a signal, began to slowly move forward.
Left behind, a duckbill cap was lifted by the wind, drifting towards the brooding wheat field and finally landing on the head of a Scarecrow, covering most of its face.
...
The bus traveled smoothly in the rain.
Inside, Du Wei walked up to the black couple, who, frightened, quickly leaned back, regarding him with fearful eyes.
Compared to the corpse, this mysterious Asian man seed even more terrifying.
After all, a person who carried a gun was certainly no good man.
"Now, can we talk about this bus?"
Du Wei surveyed the two from a position of authority, looking down at them.
"What... what do you want to know?"
Finishing his question, the black man's voice trembled as he added, "I an, I'll tell you everything I know."
Du Wei pointed at himself and then at Linda, who was still imrsed in fear, and then at the couple, saying, "We can now be certain we're all human, so there's no need for you to be too scared."
"Now, tell how you got on this bus and everything you know."
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