Quick Transmigration: Leisure

Chapter 343 The 2D World on the Terrifying Bus (8)

midnight

"Damn it!" came an angry shout.

Xiu Ge's hand, which was originally meant to wake Xia Youmi, stopped in mid-air. Instead, he picked up the utility knife, stood up, and looked ahead warily.

Xia Youmi opened her eyes at the same moment, which startled everyone in the carriage, who then turned on their lights.

In the middle of the carriage, a burly middle-aged man was wailing on the ground.

The middle-aged family dared not approach, unsure of what was wrong with them.

But soon, all the survivors in the carriage felt a bone-chilling cold coming from all directions.

Considering the man's short-sleeved shirt and exposed belly, it's not hard to guess that he probably slept directly on the ground, and his belly touched the car floor, which was then stimulated by the sudden drop in temperature, accompanied by a tearing sensation as if it had been forcibly separated after being frozen.

Just seeing it gives me the creeps.

"Ah!"

"hiss!"

"It's freezing! What's going on!" The middle-aged man looked at the drafty window crack, and was about to check when someone pulled him back. His wife held the bread bag up to the crack, and the cold wind hit it directly, quickly freezing the bag.

The wind blowing outside was unusually cold, leaving those who were sweating profusely in the middle of the night feeling helpless.

At this moment, apart from Xia Youmi and Xiu Ge, who were already wearing long sleeves and felt relatively comfortable, everyone else in the car was fine.

The rest of the people were dressed lightly, and the two elderly people were so cold that their dentures were trembling.

Looking at the driver, he was frozen solid.

The passengers on the bus started jumping around, not so much to find a solution, but to keep warm.

Xia Youmi and Xiu Ge remained in the back row, not participating in the so-called emergency meeting.

"Every year?"

"That's right, there is rice. Judging from the location where the frost appeared, as long as it doesn't come into contact with the wind, there won't be any actual freezing. It's just a feeling of coldness, which should be a kind of mental attack based on imagination."

"I understand."

After Xia Youmi pulled Xiu Ge down to sit, she began to check the rules and regulations in the carriage by taking advantage of the presence of others.

Simply put, it's the key factor that rules and regulations restrict.

For example, if the carriage gets cold after midnight, the rule for lowering the temperature is to let the cold wind seep through the gaps.

There were icy spots on the car, the driver's side with the window open, the middle-aged woman testing packaging with the frozen gap in the window, and the rich man suffering from frostbite, all following the direction of the cold wind, with a line of ice crystals.

And this is just the beginning. If it continues, the interior of the vehicle will be divided into different areas by crisscrossing ice lines.

Living space will be drastically reduced, and people will be squeezed to death.

The last five rows of space temporarily belong to them. Xiu Ge's original seat happened to be near a window crack, facing the last row on the left side of the vehicle.

If it's not blocked, a diagonal line will likely appear in the back row soon, dividing the space.

"Don't be afraid, it seems that as long as you don't directly touch the outside wind, you won't get frozen." After observing the area, Xiu Ge came to a vague conclusion.

"Uh-huh."

The people in front were still rummaging through the girl's suitcase to put on clothes, but they didn't know how to avoid the cold wind blowing in through the crisscrossing tracks, and were occasionally made to grimace from the sting.

Xia Youmi was discussing her plan with Xiu Ge. She took out colored paper, magnets, tape, and pins to assemble a small device to test the possibility of covering the gap in the window. If that didn't work, she still had some leftover game tokens from playing rhythm games at the arcade and a pinch toy.

As long as they are not subject to human interference, they have the patience and energy to make attempts.

after all

Hugh seemed to sense that the cold had not caused her any real harm.

Thirty minutes passed,

The group in front finally realized that only the wind-blown paths would freeze, so they carefully huddled in sheltered spots. They rubbed their palms raw, but the ice didn't melt.

"Snap! Thump!"

"Ahhh!" The young reporter screamed. The front compartment was the most drafty place and close to the driver. Although there was a partition, there were several rows of small holes in the partition so that people could communicate.

Now, it's always shrouded in white mist, and touching it feels like being frozen to the bone.

At least the flow rate is relatively slow, unlike the violent flow from the vertical gaps in the car window.

But just now, the frozen body of the driver was split in two, and the upper part fell down with a thud.

In an instant, the young man's scream wasn't from being frightened, but from the fact that without the driver's upper body to block it, the airflow through the small hole began to accelerate.

It sprayed out in a jet pattern, and the camera he had just moved was completely covered in white spray, quickly falling down with a crisp, freezing sound.

The young man only managed to salvage two vegetable baskets, and his hands were covered in frostbite scars.

"What?! We want to change seats!" the young man shouted in dissatisfaction, but no one in the back of the carriage responded to him.

“Wife, look, we can try it too.” The middle-aged man pointed to Xiu Ge and Xia Youmi, who were carefully pressing against the window to seal the gaps.

Wearing Xia Youmi's gloves, Xiu Ge stood in front, using a long paper tube to carefully stick the stickers and tape down. Xia Youmi, on the other hand, stood behind him, using colored paper to shield Xiu Ge from the changing wind direction, to prevent him from getting hurt.

The people in the middle carriages didn't bother them, probably because they had other ideas of their own.

The middle-aged woman restrained her daughter's movements and gave her husband a look that said, "Wait a minute."

Everyone understood perfectly.

They waited for Xia Youmi and the other person to test whether the blockage could be plugged, and then proceed with any actions based on any adverse consequences.

Under Nian Nian's direction, Xia Youmi and Xiu Ge cooperated quite well, and there was no gap due to the change in wind direction that allowed Xiu Ge, who was operating the equipment, to be exposed to the wind.

Therefore, from an outsider's perspective, when sealing the gaps, the wind won't scatter due to changes in angle.

They first simply covered it up, then reinforced it step by step, doing so quickly and steadily in a short period of time.

Furthermore, the order of annual estimations can effectively block the wind, which is more effective than random blockage.

but,

As soon as they sat down, they saw that the barrier to the back row had been removed, and the middle-aged woman led the girl over.

In short, they asked them for tools. If it weren't for Xiu Ge's sour face, they might have even wanted her to go up front and help block the way.

After Xia Youmi said she had run out of supplies, the middle-aged woman could only lead the girl, whose face looked even worse, back to the middle section.

It was all planned out from the beginning, so Xia Youmi didn't seem to have any tools left. As for the knives, who would hand them over to someone else?

Even Xiu Ge wasn't sure if Xia Youmi still had the equipment for repairs.

She had absolutely no interest in this, and understood Xia Youmi's important role. All Xiu Ge wanted was to better protect the other party's safety, just like a mercenary being fed and paid to do things.

As long as it doesn't affect her own goals, she will definitely help in the end.

The girl was cursing, but the others didn't immediately cause trouble; instead, they blocked the window.

The ice on the ground was getting thicker and thicker. If we didn't hurry, we'd end up like the old man ahead who wouldn't wake up. Luckily, there was a safe spot behind us, so we felt more at ease.

The middle-aged women were the main force, taking on the task of blocking the flow of traffic. The middle-aged men and girls behind them followed Xia Youmi's example, blocking the direction of the changing wind. The rich man took out another wad of banknotes to conserve his energy.

However, I don't know if I'm too stupid or too presumptuous.

The middle-aged woman with her hands sticking out in front of her wasn't blown away, but the two people who were helping to block the wind were constantly getting their faces slapped by the cold wind.

They can't even make a sneezing face.