"Did they get off from the back door?" Yan Qing asked, puzzled.
"Didn't notice, let's observe again at the next stop," Cui Wenyan replied softly.
At the next stop, the two watched closely and discovered something strange. The number of people getting on matched exactly the number of people getting off, not one more, not one less, just enough for one bus, and everyone had a seat. Everything was orderly, with no pushing or shoving.
At the terminal, Yan Qing looked around: "This scenic spot used to be crowded with people. Now, why does it seem less crowded?"
"Look over there at the line for tickets," Cui Wenyan suddenly pointed to a queue and said.
"What's wrong?" Yan Qing looked over, "Did you notice anything strange?"
"Don't know, just feel something's off, but can't quite say why," Cui Wenyan said, frowning at the neatly arranged queue.
