Chapter 379: Gao Ming's End
The moving clock ticked. There was less than half a minute left to the end of the countdown. The path before the bus changed. The headlights came on. There was no new station. The bus called Past entered a dark tunnel. The normal Gao Ming walked to the front. He tried to communicate with the driver, but the driver didn’t respond. The normal Gao Ming tried different methods but he failed to even see the driver’s face.
“Where are you driving this bus to? Speak! Who are you? Why would you appear in my past?” The bus rolled silently down the tunnel.
“Since there are no more stations, we have to reach the end soon, right? But what is going on with this tunnel?” The normal Gao Ming tried his best to understand it, but it made no sense to him. The lights in the bus flickered. The electronic clock moved slower, and so did the bus. When the secondhand ticked for one last time, the timer stopped, and the bus gradually came to a stop inside the tunnel.
The light in the driver’s cubicle suddenly went out. Then, the lights inside the bus switched off. The normal Gao Ming made it to the back of the bus before all the lights went out. He carried the corpse that had the picture in its chest. Compared to the unknown darkness, his own corpse was more comforting.
“Now, only the two of us are left.” The normal Gao Ming rummaged through his bag to see if he could find anything useful. He found the death portrait that was supposed to be his present. Two of the final passengers had a death portrait each.
“This is so strange.” The normal Gao Ming took out his phone, which had no signal, and aimed the light at the corpse’s chest. The investigation centre exhausted a lot of resources to collect the portrait inside the corpse. The picture was unusual. Among the black-and-white background, Gao Ming wore the uniform of the investigation centre headquarters’ upper echelon. His expression was cold, and his gaze aloof. His body was covered in stitches like he had been sewn together from different body parts. The picture emitted a powerful curse. If one stared at it for too long, one might be drawn into it.
“Is this me too?”
Some death portraits felt familiar to Gao Ming, while others made him scared. The normal Gao Ming didn’t want to become any of the Gao Mings in the portraits, but he couldn’t control what would happen in the future. The lights on the bus were out. The normal Gao Ming hauled his corpse and walked down the tunnel.
“Where is the end?”