The bus was as bumpy as ever, and the people on board had nothing to say to each other.

From the eleven people who started the mission, only three of them remained.

During the mission, constantly facing the threat of death, Du Moyu could force himself not to think about it, but now, everything had settled down.

Chen Hao, Lei Mingyu, and Pang Xiaofeng's faces flashed through his mind one after another. Brothers who had shared life and death were now reduced to just him alone. This kind of heartache was difficult to describe in words.

Finally, Fatty spoke, breaking the stalemate. He patted Du Moyu on the shoulder and comforted him, "Brother Du, I know you're not feeling well. We... we also had brothers who died in the mission, more than one, so... we know how you feel."

"Chen Hao was a good man. He died to save you. He didn't dare to gamble..." Fatty said, his eyes turning red, and he choked up, unable to continue.

Chen Hao died to save Du Moyu and Lei Mingyu, and his brothers were no different.

Wang Qi died to save him, and so did Huai Yi.

This bus was like a melting pot, and countless fresh lives were buried here. Love, friendship, kinship... every emotion was tested between life and death.

Unfortunately, this bus only spoke of rules, not emotions.

The dead were not completely dead; they simply entrusted their lives to others, allowing them to be inherited and continued in another noble way.

And the living were not completely alive; after all, a part of them was forever left on this bus, buried together with their dead brothers, relatives, or lovers.

The nobility of life is not determined by its length. Fatty didn't understand philosophy, and he believed that many others who died on the bus didn't either. They only knew what choices to make under extreme conditions.

Everyone wanted to live, and everyone had a reason to live, but there were always some people who would smile and hide their own reasons in order to find reasons for others to live.

Thinking of Chen Hao's last words to him when he turned into a paper doll, Du Moyu could no longer hold back and cried out loud, "Brother Hao took good care of me in life. Lei Mingyu and I often went to his house for meals. His mother's cooking was delicious, and Lei Mingyu also has a younger sister... This time, I'm the only one going back. How am I going to explain this to their families?"

Hearing this, everyone fell silent. Even if they were smart, some problems were destined to have no perfect solution.

After all, you can't return a child to a mother, nor can you return a brother to a sister. As for other comforts and compensations, they were too pale and powerless compared to the pain they suffered.

The bus began to slow down.

Finally, it stopped.

The car door slowly opened, making a disturbing creaking sound.

Du Moyu wiped away his tears and looked up at the faces of Jiang Cheng, Fatty, and Wu. He looked at each face carefully, as if trying to remember them forever, never to forget them.

"Thank you," Du Moyu said, his eyes red, forcing a smile. "It's good to have met you. If it weren't for your help, I would have died here too. I won't thank you for your great kindness. I wish you all the best. Brothers, see you later!"

"Take care, see you later." Fatty quite liked this person and was a little reluctant to part with him. He didn't dare to think about how Du Moyu would go on without Chen Hao and Lei Mingyu.

If Du Moyu had asked to team up with them, Fatty would have definitely persuaded the doctor to consider it.

But Du Moyu didn't.

He turned and left. You could see the reluctance, but there was no humble begging. After all, they were just chance acquaintances.

Fatty couldn't make any promises, because not to mention him, even the doctor, how much certainty did he have of surviving the next Nightmare Assault world?

This time, the Dahe Niangniang (River Goddess) was actually able to tie with Wu, so what about next time?

Fatty thought a lot, and finally turned his head to observe the bell on the doctor's wrist, after all... that was the Dahe Niangniang's bell.

But the next second, Fatty suddenly noticed that the bell had run into Wu's hand, and the doctor was looking at the bell with a tangled expression, and of course, Wu.

Wu changed back into shadow form. In an incomprehensible way, the shadow hooked the bell in his hand and swung it back and forth, as if showing it off to someone.

Then, he opened his mouth wide, making a gesture to eat the bell, but his eyes drifted strangely to the right. Jiang Cheng was standing on the right.

Every time the bell approached Wu's mouth, Jiang Cheng frowned.

When it was taken away a little further, Jiang Cheng was not so nervous.

After several repetitions, Fatty understood that Wu was just being cheap, scaring the doctor.

He was waiting for the doctor to beg him.

But in the end, he didn't want to make it too obvious. Wu glanced at the bell, his expression disgusted, and then gently threw it away. The bell returned to Jiang Cheng's wrist, seemingly indicating that he returned the bell because the bell didn't taste good, definitely not for other reasons.

This time, Jiang Cheng's face improved a lot.

Fatty secretly rejoiced for the doctor in his heart, but also felt a little worried.

Finally, the bus stopped for the second time.

They... were home.

Fatty breathed a long sigh of relief, just wanting to ask everyone to get off the bus, but suddenly, a scene he caught in the corner of his eye made Fatty's face turn bad, becoming strange.

He saw the doctor take off the bell and gently place it on the seat of the bus. After watching it for a few seconds, he turned and left.

Back in the studio, Fatty hadn't recovered. Finally, he couldn't help but ask, "Doctor, why didn't you take the bell out? Miss Wu, she..."

"The person she likes is Lu Jianli, and besides, we just met by chance, a fleeting affair," Jiang Cheng responded softly, then closed the bedroom door.

Fatty smelled a sense of loneliness from Jiang Cheng's face. The last time he saw the doctor like this was when he learned that Lin Wan'er was deceiving him.

Fatty could feel the doctor's feelings for Lin Wan'er, clean, persistent, and pure, but that was family affection, not love, and Fatty also felt that the two were not suitable. Lin Wan'er was too strong and too smart. Being by her side always made him feel suppressed.

But Miss Wu was different. From the final result, Miss Wu not only didn't mean to embarrass them, but on the contrary, she was deeply in love with the doctor. Fatty thought this was possible.

But what the doctor said was also right. In short, he was also very conflicted now, even more conflicted than the doctor himself.

But it was too late to say anything now. The bell was left on the bus, and he didn't know if there would be another chance to meet.

Fatty felt a tightness in his chest, pushed open the window, and planned to get some fresh air, but what he didn't expect was that in the short half hour after entering the door, it... actually started snowing outside.

There was no wind, and snowflakes fell one by one, matched with the quiet night, the scene was beautiful and moving.

Fatty was stunned for a moment, then ran to knock on the doctor's door, "Doctor, come and see, it's snowing outside, it's snowing in this month!"

The door opened at a touch, and Fatty was surprised to find that the doctor hadn't slept either, but was standing in front of the window, with his back to him, his back giving people an indescribable feeling.

The window was wide open, and Jiang Cheng stared blankly at the snow scene outside, unable to help but reach out, reaching out of the window to catch a few crystal clear snowflakes.

"It's really... snowing," Jiang Cheng murmured, lowering his head.

The shadow on the wall slowly grinned, his eyes slightly narrowed, revealing an expression that said, "I have already seen through you." Then, with a flip of his palm, a delicate bell appeared in the palm of his hand.