Chapter 20: Afternoon bus

Zac adjusted his breath before getting on the bus. Bayi ▼? Chinese ▲ ● Wenwen www.81zw.com?
This expression is actually just a metaphor. Breathing is useless for vampires. Keeping this action is only a ‘habit’ left when we were humans.
If you think about it carefully, we usually don't remember to breathe, because we are too used to neglect. The vampire just forgot to change this ‘slight’ habit that even humans do n’t remember.
As Zach once said to Ian, this is nothing more than a anthropomorphic statement that the vampire controls the heartbeat and blood flow, something that humans cannot do.
In short, Zac did this for a while, and then got on the bus. On the bus, in order to facilitate the driver and the ticket clerk to observe the passenger's mirror, he left his twisted figure traces and finally sat in the corner.
Zach felt that he was wasting some energy. In the afternoon of midsummer, he was going to the Southern District bus. There were not many passengers on the bus. It is better to use the enchanting pupil.
But think about it, this new skill is to be mastered sooner or later, as an exercise.
Zac looked at the window and shook his head. James seemed not ready to send him back at first. Zac was lying on a comfortable seat, and the east-west translation raged for a distance. Now the bus, even Paisin, did not drive.
Okay, understandable. James was watched by his colleagues to catch people and give them away. There was no need to go to Grande again. He was despised by all the aliens of Grande. Think about what the only Louise of Grande who can calm James will look at him! It ’s normal not to face it.
"Paisin Activity Center (the name of the platform in Paisin and the southeast, east on Ogil Street, west on Highway 27, broken down to the point that it may be demolished at any time, Volume 11, 1o bus. Bayi Chinese? ? ▲ ● www.8.11w.com ▼) "the station sounded.
This is the last station before the southern border of the North District. The passengers, who are not many, have gotten down here.
But someone came up, one pair, um. Let's call it men and women for the time being.
Zac glanced casually at the two of them, both ordinary people, young men in their twenties, and middle-aged women in their forties.
The only weird thing is. After getting on the bus, the woman stood in front of the conductor and turned over her large handbag. It seemed to be looking for change, "Baby, be a sweetheart. Find a good place first."
baby?
Of course, Zac does not judge at random. The situation is very high. Zac's level is not so casual as to defame strangers.
Instead, Zac adjusted his breath again in the spirit of practicing new skills. Because the young man used his age-inappropriate way to shake his head blindly like a big-headed doll and looked around in the empty car. It seems to be very obedient and seriously looking for a 'good' position.
Zac cannot guarantee that the other party will look in the mirror. Practicing skills, our vampire Zac, is very ordinary.
Sure enough, Zac pursed his lips when he saw the man stopped somewhere in the mirror. Once again, I adjusted my breath a little harder to make the image in the mirror more stable.
Is there any way? In the afternoon of midsummer, the "good" position on the bus can only be a place where there is no sunlight in the corner, Zac takes up.
The man blinked in the mirror and looked at Zac himself, blinking.
Zac also blinked, meaning, ‘I ’m not going to make a seat, look elsewhere. ★ August 1 ▲ Middle ▲ ◆ Wenww.81zw.com? Thank you. ’
The man blinked again, the meaning was unknown.
Zac pulled the corner of his mouth and looked away, ignoring it.
Zac thought very well. The reality is not so good.
The man in the strangely shaped robotic T-shirt entered his gaze, staring at Zac's head away, frowning, and sat down next to Zac.
Zac looked at the 'baby' who was so attached to the 'good' seat, frowned, and turned his head. Looking out of the window and continuing to ignore it, it was just a temporary stop of the bus that caused the surrounding scenery to remain unchanged, and Zac was bored.
Just a moment, this boredom changed. Zac can clearly feel that he is staring fiercely at the back of his head. The worst thing is that on the back of the neck, he can feel the breath of an obsessive 'baby' becoming more and more obvious. That guy is approaching!
Zac turned helplessly and saw a pair of staring eyes, almost putting his pestle in front of him.
Zac frowned, moved a little later, and said, "Sir, it's too close." He reached out and was about to push away this inexplicable guy ...
"Hug, I'm sorry!" The woman's voice rang, accompanied by the tossing and crashing of the odds and ends in her handbag. She seemed anxious. "I remember I have some change, can I wait ..." To the conductor who had shown an impatient look in front of her.
The eyes of Zach and the men around him are attracted. This is not a bus, not an open public space. In fact, all the passengers who are still in the car look over there.
The conductor felt his gaze and glanced at the man sitting in the corner, "Sir, don't you have that?"
The man beside Zac stood up, reached into his pants pockets with both hands, turned the entire pocket out, dangled it on the sides of his legs, showed his empty pockets, and shook his head rattled towards the ticket seller.
The ticket clerk twitched his lips, opened his shoulder bag, and took out a stack of change. "I can find you, everyone is waiting, hurry up."
It seems that there is no one who secretly slander strangers, I am afraid that only Zac has one. Zac frowned, watching the man squeeze his pockets back with actions that did not conform to adult behavior, and sat back next to him. Zac pursed his lips.
"Okay, okay! Wait!" The woman was obviously a little flustered, turning over the messy bag, and the sweat on her forehead finally took out a handbag, opened it, and turned a five in a pile of whistling thoughts Ten dol, hand it out.
The conductor snorted again, motioned to the driver, and the bus started.
Things are not over.
"Look better! The numbers are clear!" The ticket clerk put the change in the woman's hands one by one.
In the swaying car, at the same time, packing up the already-disrupted bag, counting the change on one side, and watching the other strangers, this is an embarrassing job. Evident women are evidence.
However, after all, it is a stranger, and it is only a little embarrassed after all, no one will help troublesome. Midsummer afternoon is already hot enough, everyone has their own irritability, how to make a stranger's small encounter, provoke their emotions, this is stupid.
The bus drove past Paisin and entered the Southern District. Zac couldn't stop the inexplicable man from staring at himself, and could only look sideways at the Herman factory that was backing out of the window.
Herman did a pretty good job, and there is no sign that it will shut down, and the sound of metal working in the workshop can still be heard. I just don't know how long it can last.
Zach felt that someone was sitting down next to him, and his wife wiped the sweat on her forehead, trying to use a relaxed tone, "Baby, next time, remind mother to bring change, otherwise I will always forget!"
Zac raised his eyebrows, oh, this is the case. Turning his head back, one of the mother ’s jobs is to prevent her child from causing trouble to others. Zac leaned forward, expecting to remind the mother of a little precaution.
However, after the woman finished speaking, she lowered her head and placed the messed-up bag in front of her leg, finally being able to sort out the things in the bag.
Zac looked at the man staring at him next to him, shook his head, forget it, and turned his head again, looking out the window.
Because the two men got off after two stops, Zach came to this conclusion because he saw the woman ’s messy bag and once brought the same thing to Serris who was waiting for the bus, plastic medicine Bottle and prescription.
Their destination is already very clear. It is the pharmacy next to [Big Q]. Remember, Ceres once shared the same bus with Zac. This is also the destination.
And Zac ’s eyesight is good enough, he saw the name of the label on the bottle. It's really a coincidence, it belongs to the same category as the medicine that Serris needs to prescribe for his fiancee, not to heal injuries, but to control some ... well, everyone understands.
Zac decided to take such a little time, and the patience would pass. The persistent "baby" suddenly went from inexplicable to sympathetic.
‘Just watch it. 'Zac doesn't care about turning his head to the man, thinking.
Zac is really not a good idol. (To be continued.)