105: Chapter 105 Master, your predictions were spot on!

Su Yun took a deep breath, suppressing the fury in his heart.

This was no ghost story.

This was clearly the ghost in a person's heart at work!

"Wang Jianping, ID number..."

"Residing at Unit 402, Building 3, Old Textile Factory Dormitory in the west of the city."

Su Yun spoke extremely fast; every word was like a heavy hammer smashing into the driver.

"Stop pretending."

"Aren't you tired of playing that headless ghost trick so many times?"

"Or do you think you can cover up the fact that you kidnapped those three young people by playing these supernatural tricks?"

As soon as these words were spoken, it was earth-shattering!

The livestream chat completely exploded.

"Holy crap! Kidnapping?!"

"Those three missing people were kidnapped by him?"

"I knew it! Humans are scarier than ghosts in this world!"

"Zhang Qiang, run! This guy is a psychopathic killer!"

Zhang Qiang was already scared witless; his legs were so weak he couldn't move at all.

Just then.

The bus slammed on the brakes!

The massive inertia sent Zhang Qiang flying, crashing heavily onto the floor as his phone slid forward.

After a period of violent shaking, the image finally stabilized.

The camera happened to be pointed right at the driver's seat.

The driver, who had been facing away from the camera the whole time, slowly turned around.

He slowly took off the peaked cap on his head and tore off the black mask on his face.

What was revealed was a pale and distorted face.

His eyes were sunken and bloodshot, yet a bizarre smile hung at the corner of his mouth.

He didn't look at Zhang Qiang.

Instead, he stared fixedly at the phone screen on the floor.

Staring at Su Yun inside the screen.

"Hehe..."

A dry laugh escaped Wang Jianping's throat, a hoarseness caused by not speaking for a long time.

"Master, your calculation is truly accurate."

"..."

In an instant, the viewers in the livestream felt their scalps go numb.

Those bloodshot eyes made people feel cold all over, even through the screen.

"Accurate?"

Su Yun leaned back in his executive chair, showing no sign of panic on his face.

"Not only is my calculation accurate, but I also know what you're thinking right now."

"You're thinking that since you've been seen through, you might as well go all the way and finish off this young man named Zhang Qiang too."

The smile on Wang Jianping's face stiffened for a moment.

He hadn't expected Su Yun to so bluntly expose the dark thoughts in his heart.

"Master, you shouldn't talk nonsense."

Wang Jianping's voice was as raspy as sandpaper. "I'm just an honest man driving a bus."

"Still pretending?"

Su Yun shook his head, his gaze like he was watching a clown's performance.

"Ten years ago, during the Jiang City slum redevelopment."

"You were a holdout. To get an extra two hundred thousand in compensation, you sat on the roof for three days and nights."

"In the end, the house was still demolished. Your wife thought you were useless and ran away with the foreman, taking your son with her."

"You couldn't take it and went to the construction site to cause trouble. Someone broke one of your legs. Although it was set, it still hurts on rainy days, doesn't it?"

With every sentence Su Yun spoke, Wang Jianping's face twitched.

By the time the last sentence was finished, Wang Jianping's pale face had turned a deep purple.

No one but himself knew about these old, buried stories!

How did this kid know?

Su Yun continued to twist the knife.

"You feel the world owes you, and you feel that all young people who live better than you deserve to die."

"So you applied for a transfer to this Route 404 Night Bus that barely anyone takes."

"You specifically choose late nights like this to target lone young people."

The comments in the livestream had gone crazy.

"Holy crap! This plot twist broke my back!"

"What kind of antisocial personality is this?"

"Killing people just because his own life is bad? What kind of logic is that?"

"Zhang Qiang, run! Don't just stand there!"

Zhang Qiang did want to run.

But his legs were as weak as noodles, and he couldn't stand up at all.

He could only clutch the phone tightly, like a final lifeline, with tears and snot covering his face.

"Master, save me..."

"Don't worry, you won't die."

Su Yun gave him a reassuring look, then turned to look at Wang Jianping.

"Are you curious about how I know your modus operandi?"

Wang Jianping didn't speak, just stared fixedly at the screen. His gaze looked like he wanted to crawl through the network cable and take a bite out of Su Yun.

"It's actually very simple."

Su Yun held up a finger. "There's no such thing as a ghost bus that eats people."

"Those missing passengers didn't vanish into thin air either."

"You've modified the air conditioning vents on this bus, haven't you?"

"As soon as you enter the tunnel, you close the windows, turn on the internal circulation, and open the Ether canister hidden under the driver's seat."

"The tunnel is already oxygen-deprived. Combined with the Ether, those unsuspecting passengers pass out in minutes."

"As for yourself, wearing that specially made thick mask, you're naturally fine."

Su Yun sneered. "Though this trick is a bit crude, it's certainly effective."

"Once people are knocked out, and since there's no surveillance in this tunnel, you can do whatever you want."

"Am I right, Driver Wang?"

Wang Jianping's breathing became rapid.

It was as if he had been stripped naked and thrown onto the street; the shame and anger made him completely lose his mind.

"Screech!"

A piercing sound of brakes rang out.

The bus came to a sudden halt.

The massive inertia sent Zhang Qiang lunging forward. The phone slipped from his hand and slid far away.

The camera tumbled a few times and finally landed face-up, capturing the flickering lights on the bus ceiling.

"Since you know so much..."

Wang Jianping unbuckled his seatbelt and stood up from the driver's seat.

At some point, a half-foot-long wrench had appeared in his hand, stained with black grease.

Or perhaps something else.

"Then watch him die with your own eyes!"

Wang Jianping took heavy steps, walking toward the back of the bus one step at a time.

His leather shoes stepped on the metal floor, making a "thump, thump" dull sound, each step feeling like it was treading on the viewers' hearts.

"It's over, it's over! It's really over this time!"

"Host, you've enraged the killer!"

"How can he be saved? He can't fly through the screen!"

"Call the police! Quickly, call the police!"

Millions of people in the livestream were anxious.

Zhang Qiang was even more terrified, scrambling backward until his back hit the last row of seats.

"Don't, don't come over..."

"I have money! I'll give you all my money!"

Zhang Qiang tremblingly reached for his wallet, his hands shaking so much he couldn't even pull the zipper open.

Wang Jianping ignored him completely.

He only wanted to kill now.

He only wanted to smash the head of this kid who had seen his true face, and then gouge out the eyes of that meddling fortune-telling host!

Just as Wang Jianping was less than three meters away from Zhang Qiang.

Su Yun's voice suddenly came from the phone lying on the floor.

It wasn't loud, but it was very clear.

"Zhang Qiang, stop crying like a sissy."

"Do you want to live?"