I, the screenwriter, have experienced a resurgence of inspiration.

"It's complicated to explain... I'll buy you a copy of 'Das Kapital' when I have time."

At the end of the Song Dynasty, he touched the female ghost's head to comfort her, his thoughts filled with countless emotions.

Sometimes she wondered if the system and the dungeons were games played by higher-dimensional beings, or perhaps their "shows".

Could the players' struggle for survival and desperate attempts to stay alive just be "entertainment" in someone's eyes?

But as it turns out, these were just her wild thoughts.

Just like the several mass extinctions in history.

The revival of spiritual energy is unstoppable and cannot be halted.

All she could do was save her own life while preventing the dungeon from descending upon China.

Just as everyone has their own emotional attachments, Song Mo felt that she was no exception.

Reborn after death, transmigrating into the body of a corpse, and even the familiar yet alien "China," the only place to belong, is riddled with holes—

Song Mo thought about it and realized that she might really go down the path of inhumanity and never turn back, becoming an "evil entertainer".

Like a question that went viral before: Suppose your country is destroyed by a nuclear bomb, and you have the nuclear launch button of another country in your hand, what would you do?

At the end of the Song Dynasty, the obvious choice was to crush it.

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……

Song Mo lowered his head and touched the cold carriage wall.

The moment my fingers touched the cold metal, the entire car body swayed slightly.

Like a golden retriever whose head has been petted, it rubs against my palm with great affection.

The incandescent light inside the car flickered twice, and the horn emitted a soft "beep".

It was soft and obedient, as if it were greeting her.

"I'm sorry, I've been too busy lately and haven't had time to play with you, leaving you to drive around outside all alone for so long."

Song Mo couldn't help but laugh, gently tracing the lines of the carriage wall with his fingertip, as if coaxing a child:

"But I saw that you listened to me obediently."

"Beep beep!"

The car swayed slightly, the horn blared with a hint of grievance, and the headlights flickered, conveying a sense of helplessness.

Like a child who has done something wrong but is afraid of being scolded.

"You were in the wrong this time."

Song Mo knocked on the roof of the carriage:

"How can you not follow the rules and drive directly into crowded places?"

Don't contact me when there are many people around, okay? It'll cause trouble.

"Buzz!"

The car suddenly lurched, and the horn beeped, sounding as if it were hurriedly admitting its mistake.

The two headlights flickered on and off, like blinking eyes.

"Alright, alright, it's not your fault."

Song Mo gently comforted the first supernatural creature she had ever created:

"The fact that you were able to find me so quickly means you like me, right?"

"Once I'm done with this busy period, I'll use my scriptwriting points to upgrade you, add two new rules, and give you two NPCs to keep you company, okay?"

She realized that the bus ghost must have been spending too much time in the museum, as it was unusually afraid of being alone.

That's why he sensed her presence and immediately appeared near the cemetery.

"ah."

Ah Yan, watching from the side, pursed her lips and smiled, "It really is like a little puppy, so funny."

Knowing it was being praised, the bus ghost immediately lifted its two front tires, causing the bus to vibrate merrily twice: "Beep beep!"

Fearing the ghost on the bus might forget, Song Li added an extra note:

"Next time you see me in a crowd, don't rush straight at me, lest I get targeted by the Special Investigations Bureau."

She didn't want to be exposed at all.

Moreover, it was for extremely childish reasons.

Q: How did the Special Investigation Bureau discover that she was the mastermind?

A: Because the screenwriter was so engrossed in writing, she forgot to "walk the dog" these past few days, which caused the bus ghost to wag its tail frantically whenever it saw her, as if it wanted to run over the crowd and stick to her.

In conclusion: He died from being too lazy to walk his dog.

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"Beep beep!"

If the bus ghost had a tail, it would probably spin like a propeller.

At the end of the Song Dynasty, a quick glance revealed that the windshield wipers were practically flying off.

She patted the metal roof of the car, pointed in a certain direction, and said:

"I'll give you a chance to redeem yourself. Look, do you see that sickly old man who's barely clinging to life? In a bit, bring him... um, his son inside."

"Beep beep!"

Watching my son steal my livelihood—

This old man would be absolutely furious.

Ayan's eyes lit up.

Song Mo quite liked Chen Xi. Thinking of this, she glanced again at the Special Investigation Bureau agents who were actively evacuating the crowd in the white fog.

The other party was completely unaware.

"grown ups."

Ah Yan suddenly asked, "There are several officials here. If you're not here... won't they think we've already entered the instance?"

Song Mo, who was completely absorbed in petting dogs, froze and slowly turned around.

If she runs back now and says that she actually fell into the river and only just climbed out, is it too late?

Ah Yan slowly shook her head.

The bus ghost emitted a cheerful "beep beep" sound, leading the seven players in the carriage towards Taiping Cemetery.

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……

The fog was thick, arriving quickly and disappearing just as fast.

Faces were filled with confusion and bewilderment until someone realized that the person next to them had disappeared:

"Where are they? Where's the girl who was livestreaming here just now?"

"And what about that old man who ran the stall?!"

"It was the 404 ghost bus; a ghost really did take them away!"

"Don't go! Stop! I'll give you money! I'll give you as much as you want!"

After the fog cleared, Lu Bingkun frantically pounded on the armrests of his wheelchair, his voice hoarse like a broken gong.

"Stop, let me in, I have plenty of money!"

As if experiencing a final burst of energy before death, he even had the strength to climb out of his wheelchair.

All pride, all the self-proclaimed dignity of those in positions of power, shatters completely in the face of death.

Death is the fairest thing.

It will not break its promises because of the amount of wealth it has, nor will it back down because of its status.

At that moment, only one thought occupied Lu Bingkun's mind:

As long as I can get on the bus, as long as I can survive...

But the thick fog did not stop at all and slowly dissipated.

At the same time, the middle-aged man who had just been standing next to him was also taken away.

A gust of wind blew, and the fog dispersed completely.

It seems that the thick fog just now was just a collective illusion for everyone.

Lu Bingkun stared intently at the direction where the fog had disappeared, his eyes bloodshot.

What's more infuriating than having hope right in front of you but being unable to grasp it is the thought, "Why not me?"

He had a smooth and successful life, rich and powerful, and could buy anything, but he just couldn't buy a ticket to the next level.

Why was his son chosen?

Why were ordinary people chosen?

Is he inferior to ordinary people, inferior to that good-for-nothing?

Or is it that even Heaven is unwilling to open its eyes and give him a way out?

Why, why, why?!

Everyone just watched as the dying old man, in a final burst of energy, pulled off his oxygen mask and chased after the thick fog.

It's like watching monkeys.

The same condescending gaze was returned to them.

A surge of immense anger, despair, and humiliation welled up within him. His chest heaved violently, and he opened his mouth—

He couldn't catch his breath, his eyes rolled back, and he fell straight backward.

Those around were terrified. The doctor rushed over to listen to the heartbeat and frantically administered emergency injections and connected the oxygen.

The scene was chaotic.

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……

While assisting her colleagues in evacuating the crowd and counting the players caught up in the instance, Chen Xi reported to her superiors:

"Riot control team, maintain formation, don't panic! Field operations team, take a headcount! Technical team, locate the energy source immediately!"

Route 404 has suddenly malfunctioned; it is suspected that energy fluctuations in the instance have caused a change in its route.

According to official sources, bus route 404 is not "alive".

It only roams around Taiping Cemetery on the night of a full moon, randomly grabbing passersby to enter the instance.

The unusual events of tonight were truly beyond the Special Investigations Bureau's expectations.

Soon, the field team identified a total of eight people who had been taken away, based on surveillance footage and facial recognition.

"Eight people? The Taiping Cemetery instance only allows seven players to enter at a time, how could eight people go missing?"

Chen Xi quickly took the tablet and flipped through it, finally her gaze landing on a somewhat familiar female face:

"The end of the Song Dynasty... The end of the Song Dynasty? I remember, she seemed to be involved in the 'zombie incident,' and she was also taken away by bus 404?"