Tick-tock, tick-tock…
The electronic clock ticking made time audible, and with half a minute left on the countdown, the road ahead of the bus changed.
The bus lights turned on, but no new memory platforms appeared, and the bus named "Past" entered a pitch-black tunnel.
Ordinary Gao Ming walked toward the front of the bus, trying to communicate with the driver, but the person driving remained silent. Ordinary Gao Ming tried various methods, not to mention getting the driver to reveal some information, he hadn't even seen the driver's face.
"Where are you taking the bus, talk! Who are you exactly? Why are you in my past? Why are you in my memories?"
The bus traveled silently through the tunnel, like a fish diving into the deep sea.
"With no platforms left, we must be nearing the end, right? But what's the deal with this tunnel?" Ordinary Gao Ming struggled to think but couldn't understand anything.
