The Underworld Detective

Huang Xiaotao impatiently pushed the driver's arm: “Are you deaf? ”

The driver's right hand limb fell off. I didn't mention this to Huang Xiaotao before. She startled me. I said, "Take it easy, I'll try! ”

I walked over and swayed my hand in front of the driver's eyes. He didn't respond, so I put my face together.

The last time I didn't look closely at his face, this time it seemed a little familiar, and I took out my phone and flipped out a picture of the driver who had committed suicide 10 years ago and compared it to him.

Although the faces of the two people are different, the bones are very similar, and I noticed some contrast between the skin around the driver's neck and the complexion of his face. I suddenly realized, shouting at Huang Xiaotao: “This is the man in the photograph. Ten years ago, the car crash ruined his appearance, and then the skin was planted and shaped! ”

Huang Xiaotao exclaimed: “Didn't the driver commit suicide in awe? ”

I shook my head: "Looks like a fraud! ”

At this point, a sedan came in the back, stopped next to the bus, got off the bus and a short, fat old man walked up to the door and knocked, his hands closed ten times, and made a begging gesture at us.

Huang Xiaotao and I exchanged sights. I didn't quite understand what he meant. Huang Xiaotao plugged the key back in, pressed the door key, and the door opened.

The old man got in the car and said with sadness: "Gentlemen, gentlemen, please leave my son alone, he has a problem!” Speaking, the old man pointed to his skull.

I consoled him, "Uncle, you've got the wrong idea. We're not trying to embarrass him! ”

Huang Xiaotao showed his ID. At first glance, his face changed dramatically: “Did my son hit someone? ”

Huang Xiaotao replied: "No, but he wandered around the city in the middle of the night, which has seriously affected the peace, so let's find out. ”

The old man was relieved: “Gentlemen, get out of the car first, I will make myself clear. ”

We got out of the car, the old man sighed and started talking.

His son Su Junting was the driver of the accident. The old man was the station manager of the bus station. He also drove the bus in the early years. Su Junting's mother walked earlier. The father and son were on each other's lives. He often took his son to the car.

Su Junting has been wet since childhood. He also especially likes buses. He wants to drive this when he grows up.

Later, the old man became the station manager of the bus station, and his son grew up. When he was 19, he took a Class A driver's license. To experience the bus, the old man promised!

Perhaps because of his habitual adoptions since he was a little girl, Su Junting was particularly casual in driving. He often received reports from passengers on that trip. The old man opened one eye because he drowned his son too much. Anyway, as long as he didn't make a big mistake. I didn't know that one day my son and a few friends drank a little wine and drove.

Then there was that serious accident. When the whole car burned into a fireball, only Su Junting broke the glass and escaped...

After that, Su Junting was almost submerged by the saliva of the deceased's family. He himself suffered a lot of mental trauma as a result of his disfigurement in the fire, and hid at home all day. But if the court cannot hide, the crime of manslaughter must be sentenced to 10 years.

Su Junting, unable to withstand the pressure, jumped into the hospital and killed himself. Fortunately, when he fell, he was pinned down by a tree. He recovered his life. His right arm was crushed with an open wound, and then he had to amputate his limbs.

The old man didn't want his son to go to jail, so he bought a doctor, lied about his son's death, and deceived the forensic doctor with the body of another suicide jumper.

So the son committed suicide, naturally this responsibility was borne by the old man, compensated the family of the deceased a lot of money, almost lost his bankruptcy, but in his view, nothing is more important than the life of his son...

But the scourge is not alone. Since then, Su Junting has suffered from a serious mental illness. He has mutilated himself or injured people as soon as he has had an attack. No medication is needed!

The doctor said he had a rare mental illness called a closed personality disorder, and when it happened, he went back to the day of the accident and wanted to make up for his mistakes. There's only one way to treat it: to remove the frontal lobes of the brain, which means to become a fool.

The old man asked the doctor if there was any other way? The doctor said there was one more move, just to satisfy his wishes!

The old man borrowed his job to get an abandoned bus and let his son drive around in the middle of the night so his spirit could stabilize. In the eyes of a closed personality disorder, everything around him does not exist, and he only cycles around the day of the accident.

But even in the middle of the night, sometimes people get in the car. The old man worried that things would fail, and he followed the car at first, forbidding anyone to get in the car, but the paper bag couldn't hold fire, so sooner or later it would fail.

Why don't you just think about it and turn this car into a ghost car that nobody dares get in?

So he welded several iron boxes under the car, put dry ice in it, and ordered this special optical glass. This kind of car looks suspicious from afar, who dares to get on!

A few years ago, my son sneaked around late at night, and it doesn't matter if a few people saw him once in a while. Over the past two years, the internet gradually developed, and the ghost bus thing spread online, the old man was not comfortable, so he drove every night and followed it far behind.

He just thought someone was trying to hurt his son, so he showed up to stop him. I didn't expect us to be police people!

After listening, we were all quite shocked. Turns out the ghost bus still had this insider hidden. The old man is typically drowning in his son.

Huang Xiaotao asked incredibly: "This ghost bus has been driving in Nanjiang City for 10 years? ”

“No, no!” The old man waved, “It's only been five or six years, and my son's illness is a recurring episode, not every night. ”

I suddenly realized, "No wonder we haven't met for days. ”

The old man begged, "Please, my son is my only spiritual support. Please don't arrest him, or this house will be ruined! ”

Huang Xiaotao and I exchanged sights, Huang Xiaotao said: “He is in a mental hospital at best. ”

I said, "If you go to a psychiatric hospital, you'll probably get your frontal lobe removed and you'll turn into an idiot! ”

Huang Xiaotao sighed: “It's hard! Well, let's go back and study the countermeasures, but this car must not continue in Nanjiang City. It would be dangerous to put a psychopath out in the middle of the night, let alone drive a psychopath. ”

The old man helplessly wiped away the tears: “If I had any other way, I wouldn't have done it... Gentlemen, please raise your hands tonight! Otherwise, my son's illness will strike, and I have nothing to do with it. ”

Huang Xiaotao said: "Leave your contact details and go! ”

Old man Qian Enxie, after leaving contact information, the two cars left one after the other, Sun Bingxin said: “Sister Xiao Tao, you are so kind. ”

Huang Xiaotao sighed deeply: “Poor parents, after all, are not big villains. If I catch this mental illness, I will probably kill these two fathers and sons! ”