"Wanqing, what are you trembling for?"
Wan Xiaolou used her hand to shield from the rain, running under the shelter and looking at her best friend curiously.
"We saw that the bus number was 9, but the little girl said it was 13..."
Wen Wanqing's lips were tinged with purple, her eyes full of fear, "You look again..."
Wan Xiaolou followed the direction Wen Wanqing pointed in, only to see the bus almost fully swallowed by darkness, barely able to discern the tail end of it.
On it was the blood-red number—444!
...
Wan Xiaolou's eyes widened, as stunned as the little girl beside her, "A 444 bus? I seem to have heard a terrifying urban legend about it... They say... once someone gets on it, they'll go to an unknown place, never able to return."
She glanced at the sky, nearly ready to cry, "But aren't urban legends supposed to appear at night? Even though it's raining, it's still daytime..."
"Who said that urban legends could only occur at night?"
