Chapter 376: The Station of Memory
The kind Gao Ming exhausted a lot of energy to explain their current situation to the other Gao Mings. Each Gao Ming reacted differently. This was due to their different pasts and experiences.
“Actually, we don’t need to worry. Based on our known information, our original body has been ambushed by Gods. It trapped us in different rooms so that we couldn’t meet. Normally, we have no chance to gather together. It is this brave Gao Ming who created this opportunity for us.” The kind Gao Ming defended the normal Gao Ming once he heard some complained about it. The normal Gao Ming didn’t say anything. He only lowered his head with a bitter smile. He knew he was not brave or anything. He was the most average one. He couldn’t compare to the other versions of himself.
“Don’t waste time on these useless things.” The painter Gao Ming stood out among the group of Gao Mings. He held his brush. He scanned the faces of all the Gao Mings, and his eyes finally landed on the driver's cubicle.
“Every passenger on this bus is Gao Ming. We are the only people on this bus, but…” The painter Gao Ming walked to the cubicle and slammed heavily on its glass door. “Who is driving? Is he another Gao Ming? In that case, why does he have the right to drive the bus and not us?”
Everyone was drawn by his words and turned to look at the driver’s cubicle. No matter how hard they craned their heads, they could only see the driver’s back. From his back, the driver also wore a high-school uniform and looked similar to Gao Ming. He should be another Gao Ming.
“Why is this Gao Ming not a passenger?”
The painter Gao Ming knocked on the door to get the driver to stop the bus. However, the driver clearly did not have that intention. The kind Gao Ming walked over. He frowned. Was the driver another Gao Ming? Why did he become the driver and have control over their past?
The other Gao Mings didn’t get it. Only the normal Gao Ming had some fragmented memories in his mind. He saw himself walking into a tunnel again and again. He was killed every time from the back. He never saw his killer’s face. It was just a blurry silhouette.
“Is he… the killer?”