The bus slowed down more and more until it came to a stop.
"Pffft—" A deflating sound came, and the front door slid open with a whoosh.
Everyone inside the bus held onto their tickets, cautiously observing their surroundings, their tension reaching its peak.
The next second...
"Huh?"
The middle-aged woman let out a startled sound. Then she abruptly stood up from her seat.
But she couldn't even care about the pain; her body immediately turned and moved towards the aisle.
However, her husband was already seated by the aisle and immediately sensed something was wrong. "You... what are you getting up for?"
The wife's face was filled with terror. Although she didn't want to move at all, her arms and legs were completely beyond her control, forcefully squeezing her towards the aisle.
The middle-aged man realized the problem and quickly hugged her, preventing her from leaving.
But the wife suddenly pushed the middle-aged man away with astonishing strength.
The middle-aged man was directly pushed over onto the aisle, tumbling head over heels.
The wife successfully reached the aisle, even stepping on her husband's hand, causing him to cry out in pain. Then, with stiff steps, she walked towards the front door.
The middle-aged man cried out in pain, scrambling up from the floor. Seeing his wife already several meters away, he quickly rushed over and hugged her, "Don't go! Come back!"
The wife's face was full of pain and struggle, tears streaming down her face, but her body continued to move forward...
The middle-aged man pulled her back with all his might, but found her strength growing, growing, already exceeding her usual maximum power. He was about to lose his grip!
He was dragged by his wife like this, moving to the front of the bus, now only about two meters from the door...
At this moment, the middle-aged man suddenly saw a bit of the nylon string attached to her ticket peeking out from her clothing pocket, which had been stretched open by his pulling...
Great hesitation and internal conflict flashed in the middle-aged man's eyes.
"Dada da..." The wife continued to walk forward, on the verge of dragging the middle-aged man down the steps...
The middle-aged man gritted his teeth, reached out, grabbed the string, pulled out her ticket, and then hastily swapped it with the ticket from his own pocket!
In an instant, the wife's immense, machine-like strength suddenly vanished.
Both stumbled backward violently and fell to the ground.
"Huu huu huu..." The wife panted heavily, "I... I just... suddenly lost control..."
Still gasping for breath, she turned her head, intending to speak to her husband.
But upon turning, she found her husband had already gotten up from the ground, standing, his expression just like hers a moment ago... gradually becoming terrified, even distorted.
The wife instantly realized what was happening and quickly wrapped her arms around her husband's legs, trying to stop him.
But her strength was no match for the middle-aged man's, and now, controlled, his strength had further amplified... She was completely dragged along by him.
"No, you can't go down!" The wife desperately cried out, but couldn't stop him at all.
Helpless, she could only glance around, noticing that the legs of the seats were metal and firmly fixed to the floor.
So she gritted her teeth and forcefully shoved one leg directly between the two legs of the nearest seat... trapping it, hoping to prevent herself from being pulled down.
This seemed to have an effect.
The middle-aged man's movement paused for a second.
However, the next second...
"Snap—"
The wife's leg was directly twisted off.
At the same time, the middle-aged man was violently yanked away, freed from his wife's grasp, and quickly dragged off the bus.
The wife's grip gave way, and she tumbled onto the floor in front of the bus door, staring blankly at her husband being dragged out into the darkness outside the bus.
Just then, excruciating pain surged through her.
She looked back at her leg.
She discovered... that below her right knee, her leg had been torn off... remaining stuck between those two seat legs.
"Aaaahhhhh... urgh—" She let out a heart-wrenching scream, but halfway through, her vision went black, and she collapsed to the ground with a thud, unconscious.
Meanwhile, in the middle-rear section of the bus.
Fumiya Jin and the others witnessed all of this, speechless for a moment.
Of course, they all felt some pity for the couple, but they also had no reason to involve themselves in such extreme danger for strangers.
And so, a brief silence fell over the bus.
One second...
Two seconds...
Three seconds...
Four seconds...
Five seconds...
Fumiya Jin felt that something was wrong.
The last time the bus door opened, after the hip-hop youth was dragged off, the door quickly closed, and the bus continued to move.
But this time, the door was taking a long time to close...
Everyone was slightly startled, then saw clothes and trousers floating into the bus.
Having already seen the "Ticket-Specter" previously, everyone quickly realized that these humanoid figures outlined by clothes and trousers were likely some kind of invisible creature or monster.
Instantly, everyone's hairs stood on end, and their bodies tensed up—after all, no one knew if these monsters would suddenly attack the players.
Fumiya Jin, at this moment, felt even more than the others.
He was observing those strange floating entities along with everyone else, noticing that around their waists they all seemed to have plastic ticket tags just like the players, and the color of each tag appeared to be different.
But just as he tried to gather more information...
Suddenly, one piece of clothing, specifically its collar, turned to face Fumiya Jin's direction.
The next second, Fumiya Jin felt a chill, as if he was being intensely stared at by a terrifying venomous snake.
Fumiya Jin instantly realized something.
Then he abruptly pulled his head back, turned around, hugged Yuki Suou, and buried his head in her chest...
Yuki Suou was stunned.
Truly stunned.
Peeking at the floating clothes entering the bus through the gap between the front seats, she also glanced at Fumiya Jin buried in her chest, and whispered in exasperation, "Hey! Even if you're in heat, this isn't the place for it, is it? People are dying!"
"Stop messing around!" Fumiya Jin's voice was muffled by her chest, but his serious tone was faintly discernible, not like he was joking, "Hold my head, don't let those things see my face... If you don't want to be swarmed with me, then just do as I say!"
"Huh?" Yuki Suou was dumbfounded.
How could someone seriously bury their head in a girl's chest and then tell her to stop messing around?!
Who's actually messing around here?
And... swarmed?
Why would we be swarmed?
If we're really going to be swarmed by monsters, shouldn't we be preparing for battle?
Does burying your head in a girl's chest mean you won't be attacked?!!!
What kind of logic is that?
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