Tonight is too scary.

Tonight, everyone went to a teaching organization meeting, but I didn't attend and just went to sleep. Suddenly, a friend who works over in Liusha called me, asking me to come over and, while I was at it, buy him a 'Peking Duck.' The day remained as gloomy as ever, with a steady drizzle. I flagged down a bus from Guiyu to Liusha. There weren't many people on the bus, so I casually chose a seat near the back, took a deep breath, thinking I would just close my eyes and nap for half an hour before reaching my friend's place. Suddenly, when I looked up, I saw a girl sitting diagonally in front of me. She had long, shoulder-length hair, and from the side, her cheeks and neck were fair. Like many pretty girls, she had a pair of beautiful hands. When I saw her, one hand was reaching into a small bag placed on her lap.

The bag was a common type of women's bag, probably containing a makeup kit, sanitary napkins, tissues, perfume, and other items girls typically use. I thought she might be taking out a tissue, but unexpectedly, she pulled out a black plastic bag. She pinched it with both hands, put her head down, and took a bite. I suddenly realized it might be a piece of bread. When she lifted her head again, her small mouth began to chew. Her fair cheeks puffed up slightly in a half-sphere shape. She ate the bread with relish, finishing one bite and then lowering her head to take another.

These kinds of girls are actually quite common in this city—having moved away from their parents to work in a big city, often with demanding jobs that require overtime, they can be too tired to cook in the evening, so they buy bread or pastries from KFC or ordinary fast food stores and eat them on the go. The girl's way of eating the bread was very graceful, with both hands kept together holding the bread above her bag. While eating, she slightly bowed her head, raised her hands a little to bring the bread to her mouth, took a bite, then straightened up and chewed slowly as if nothing had happened.

Before long, she finished the bread. She packed up the black plastic bag and threw it out the window. Littering like that is not good, but it's not my place to criticize. Who am I to her? I looked at the ticket clerk, who was gazing out the window, not sure what she was looking at. In a typical city, nighttime is full of glitter and lights, so there's a lot to see. I then looked around at the other passengers—some were pretending to nap with their heads down, some had their eyes closed listening to MP3s, and some were also looking out the window.When I looked back at the girl again, I suddenly noticed that one of her hands had reached into her bag. She rummaged around a couple of times and took out a gray plastic bag. Her hands pressed and pinched at the plastic bag, then something inside poked out. The girl slightly lowered her head, as if taking a bite of it, and then straightened up and chewed. Oh my, the girl was still eating bread. No, not bread, but a caged duck. A faint fragrance spread in the air. I was too familiar with that scent. The girl kept eating. And under my secret observation, she had already eaten the contents of three plastic bags, including not only the caged duck but also dried curly bottles, ham, and old Beijing oil cakes. I was a bit puzzled—just how much food could fit in the small-looking bag she carried? What was frustrating was that the road was congested. There was nothing to do, but fortunately, I had the chance to watch a beautiful little girl enjoy her food to pass the boring time. A beautiful girl, yet her little stomach could hold so much—it really amazed me. There are two types of girls in the world: one is the lean type, who never gains weight no matter how much she eats, with thin arms, thin legs, and a small waist. Clothes always fit her; the other type is the one who gains weight just by drinking water, with thick arms, thick legs, and a barrel-shaped waist. Beautiful clothes never fit. Alas, the differences among girls are so great! Halfway through the ride, suddenly, a boy with a very strange hairstyle (the hairstyle looked just like the duck feather style we used to set) and dyed yellow hair came up from below. Although the lighting was poor, I unfortunately saw a layer of prominent pink pimples on his oily face. The yellow-haired boy walked onto the bus like a parrot we once styled. He glanced around in an instant, ignoring the empty seats, and deliberately stood next to the girl who was still eating Harbin sausage. The girl seemed to notice something and raised her beautiful big eyes to look at the yellow-haired boy. The yellow-haired boy grinned at her, showing a mouthful of large teeth, one of which was golden—whether natural or plated, I couldn't tell. The girl ignored him and stayed focused on the food she held in her hands. The yellow-haired boy seemed to have a plan; he lifted his heels from time to time to look down at her, his eyes restless.Suddenly, the driver slammed on the brakes. The young man with yellow hair couldn't keep his balance and fell against the backrest behind the girl, while one of his dirty hands, seemingly looking for something to hold on to, hugged the girl.

The girl twisted her body and gave the yellow-haired young man a dissatisfied look but said nothing.

The yellow-haired young man slowly straightened up, reluctantly removing the hand. A sly, triumphant smile flashed across his face: “Sorry, I lost control.”

The girl, still eating, suddenly lifted her head upon hearing him and gave him a strange smile.

I, who had been watching from the side, also saw the girl's eerie smile and felt a shiver run down my spine. I had never seen such a smile on a girl's face before. It was somewhat sinister and spine-chilling.

The yellow-haired young man seemed unconcerned, shifting his weight slightly, still standing behind the girl.

The girl lowered her head, as if nothing had happened, and continued eating, finishing a golden snack in the blink of an eye. She then reached into the purse she had placed on her lap. My god, was she going to eat again?! And in an environment where the young man could harass her again, she had such a good appetite, eating calmly and fearlessly.

This time, the girl's hand stayed in her purse longer than ever before. After a while, her fair hand emerged from the purse, holding something without any plastic wrapping. The item was heart-shaped, bright red, and covered with a thin film, similar to the thin casing that garlic sausages from Daoxiang Village are wrapped in, which can be eaten along with the food and is said to aid digestion.

The girl glanced at the yellow-haired young man behind her again, then looked down and took a big bite of the heart-shaped food. What exactly was it? Bread, pastry, char siu? None seemed quite right!

The yellow-haired young man still leered at the girl.

The girl ate steadily, and after two stops, she had finished the heart-shaped food. She wiped the corners of her mouth with her fair hand, and I was suddenly surprised to notice a blood-like substance on the back of her hand.

It couldn't really be bright red blood, could it?!The girl seemed to notice it too, and actually stuck out her long, thin little tongue to lick the back of her hand over and over, licking all the bloody stuff clean. The bus arrived at the stop, and the girl got up and walked toward the door. The bus stopped, the door opened, and the girl swiped her card and got off. At the moment she got off, she suddenly glanced back and gave the blond guy a strange smile. Since the girl got off her seat, the blond guy had been staring at her neck. If I was right, even when she left her seat, his hand had secretly touched her. The bus continued to wobble forward. After two more stops, the stop ahead was where I was about to get off. I stood up to get off, but when I touched my bag beside me, I suddenly noticed that the plump Peking duck I had bought was missing. When did I lose it? Who stole it? Suddenly, I remembered the roast duck the girl had eaten and was shocked. Could it be that she ate the one I ate? At that moment, three people who were also about to get out suddenly cried out, "Why is the bread I just bought gone?" "Oh my god, the sausage I bought was stolen!" "Oh my, where did my oil sauce pancake and ququ biscuits go?" The strange things went far beyond that. The blond young man who had been standing there suddenly swayed and collapsed in the car corridor with a thud. A kind-hearted person hurried over to help: "Young man, what's wrong with you?" "Then came a sharp cry: "Oh no, there's so much blood in his clothes, and there's a lot of blood on the floor too." A man who looked like a doctor walked over, lifted the blond young man's shirt to take a look, and jumped up in fright. The ticket seller asked, "Big brother, what's wrong? Did you run into a ghost? Look how scared you are!" The doctor trembled into a ball, his teeth clenched in shock, and after a long pause, he finally said, "He, he, his heart—it's gone!" "I didn't believe it. I looked down and said, 'Oh my god, I just kept going.' The doctor-like man saw me vomiting nonstop and said, "Young man, are you pregnant?" "Hearing that, I was so angry I fainted." "Hey, hey, hey, get up! You kid didn't go to the meeting, you're doomed!" I opened my eyes, and it was Ah Ya Mao and Bage coming back from a meeting. It turned out to be a false alarm from Nanke's dream.