C12 There are my fingerprints on it

I woke up from the shock and jumped up as soon as I woke up. Before he could make sense of the situation, he heard someone yell anxiously, "He's up again! Quick, hold him down!"

Thus, I saw two youngsters in police uniform standing at my sides. One of them grabbed onto one of my arms, and then pressed down on my shoulder. Both of them exerted a great amount of strength, causing my shoulder to ache a little.

It was only then that I had time to survey my surroundings. This was a room that could fit a dozen square meters. Opposite me was a table with two thermos and a pile of folders. A policeman was looking at me anxiously. I was lying on a single bed, covered with an army-green quilt.

I see. I must have been taken back to the station by the police after I fainted. But why was he so anxious to hold me down when I woke up? The policeman on the other side seemed to be really worried. I just woke up from my sleep, is there a need to be so nervous?

Also, I clearly remember what he said. I'll get up as soon as I get up. Why did he say that again?

"Let go of me, it hurts."

I moved my shoulder where someone was holding me down. Then, I looked at the two policemen on both sides of the room and made an innocent expression.

The two cops looked at me, then at each other, then at the tall cop across from me.

"Let go, let go of her. This time, she'll probably be fine."

The tall policeman waved a hand at the two men beside me. After listening to his words, the two policemen released me, but they didn't leave, instead maintaining a completely alert attitude towards me.

The tall policeman across the street came up to me. He was about forty years old, and as he walked he took off his hat and held it in his hand. He scratched his scalp and put it back on. But I saw that he was bald.

"You called the police yesterday?"

The bald policeman stood in front of me and asked seriously.

"I called the police."

I didn't think of any other questions, so I told him the truth.

The bald man lowered his head a little, sucked his teeth, and then fixed me with a pair of fierce eyes.

At this moment, I suddenly realized that the other party was not only a human like me, but also a police officer. Before today, I hadn't really had any contact with the police except when I was in the police station.

To tell the truth, I had been far from the police before, because deep down in my heart I was a little afraid of the profession.

"Since you admit that it was you who called the police, then let me ask you, how did you appear at the scene of the accident?" The balding policeman's eyes were fixed on mine, and I was about to say something when he took another step closer and lowered his body so that his face was almost touching mine. I could even smell the stench in his mouth.

"Don't tell me you had nothing to do with it, because it's not logical at all. "You better tell me the truth. It will be good for you as well as for us!"

I was stunned. I finally understood what the bald police meant. They were suspecting me! I suddenly became anxious. If I were to pin down such a hat, I would have to spend the rest of my life to earn money and get a wife!

In a moment of desperation, I wanted to stand up, but just as I moved my body, two large hands on my left and right pressed me down at the same time, once again pressing me down on the bed.

I struggled instinctively before I gave up. The cold voice of the balding policeman came back to me.

"You'd better think it through. This has already been reported to the city council and will soon be known in the province. This was a very serious security incident. That long distance bus had a total of forty-three people. None of them had survived!

But we checked the interior and surroundings of the coach, and found no sign of the driver. The details are being further checked with the passenger company. "

My expression instantly froze! The driver was gone? I could clearly see him driving his coach down the cliff. How could he possibly survive a fall at such a high altitude? But if he was dead, the body would still be there. Why would he say the driver was gone?

My eyes immediately glazed over as I thought of that female ghost. Since that female ghost could save me, she must be the one who took the driver away!

In other words, it was not that the ghost girl had taken the driver away, but that the ghost girl had possessed the driver. I don't know what she did, but before the coach could completely fall, the ghost girl must have controlled the driver's body to escape from the bus.

I looked lifelessly at the bald policeman. When my gaze met with his cold gaze, my body jolted.

"I was sitting on this bus, but I was just a regular passenger. The driver threw me out of the window before he ran down the cliff, and then I called the police."

I did not dare to speak of those female ghosts, because such things were hard to believe, unless one had experienced them personally. I'm afraid that if I say it out loud, I'll make them suspect me even more.

The balding policeman looked at me, his eyes twinkling. He obviously didn't trust me. To be honest, if this wasn't something I experienced personally, I wouldn't necessarily believe it.

It was too much of a coincidence to begin with, and it was inconceivable to me now that the windows of the coach were not so large. I couldn't even remember how the ghost girl had thrown me out of the narrow window.

It didn't just require strength. It seemed to be a technical job, even a bit of a trial for luck. But after listening to me, the balding policeman didn't say anything immediately. He looked at the time with his right hand, then at the direction of the door, and frowned. I thought he seemed to be waiting for something.

At this moment, the sound of footsteps could be heard from outside the room. The sound seemed to be coming towards our room, and I saw a very pretty young policewoman come in through the door with a folder in her hand.

The young policewoman smiled at the balding policeman, revealing a pair of dimples, looking really pretty. She walked over to the balding cop. Because he was right next to me, she walked over to me.

A faint fragrance filled my nose. The blood vessels that had been frozen suddenly seemed to have a little motivation, and the flow of blood suddenly sped up.

When I see a beautiful woman, I usually have this kind of reaction. I sneaked a glance at the policewoman. I was stunned by her towering chest.

Furthermore, when I looked at her, her eyes also turned towards me. However, her originally smiling face turned cold after meeting my eyes.

I didn't think we were going to have anything to do with each other, but I still felt uncomfortable. It was like there was a hundred dollars on the road. I didn't want to pick it up, but it felt like someone else had picked it up.

Of course, my metaphor is not quite right. I looked down and heard the young policewoman whisper to the balding cop, "Fingerprints are out. The prints taken on the steering wheel of the accident are exactly the same as his."

I didn't think of anything. It was normal to have a driver's fingerprint on the steering wheel. If the driver's hand didn't touch the steering wheel, how could he still drive? But then I realized something was wrong, because I realized that when the bald cop and the young policewoman were talking about this, they were looking at me!

My head felt like it was about to explode, and I suddenly remembered something. I tried to stop the driver before he drove off the cliff. I fought with him over the steering wheel, so the ones that left fingerprints on the steering wheel were mine as well as the driver's!

I realized that the driver was gone, and that the prints they were comparing couldn't possibly be his, but mine!