Abyss Express

On the country road in the dark park, the Rolls-Royce slowly drove into the parking lot of the country house.

Winston's face was livid, and he felt incredible. His heart was in a mess, and he was still reminiscing, recalling the strange shapes he had encountered along the way, and the tragic howls he heard.

Is there a possibility-

—Is there a possibility!

These things are all hallucinations in his mind, and they are horrible nightmares created by continuous nightmares in recent months.

The first thing Winston did after getting out of the car was to check the dark corners in front of and behind the car.

He was both excited and terrified, and in the end he could only see a few shallow scratches on the tea-green car paint, not even a drop of blood.

There was nothing in the trunk, and he returned angrily.

He pulled the young guy in the back seat out of the car door, held up the customer's wrist, and opened the electronic sensor door with his watch.

The young man was still sleeping, even if Winston threw him on the sofa, the sudden weightlessness couldn't wake him up.

Winston ran to the bathroom to wash his face, and when he looked in the mirror, he was startled by his horrible and gloomy expression.

It was the face of a walking corpse who hadn't had a good rest for more than a hundred days. The dirt and dust from cigarettes clogged the pores, and many acnes and yellow spots appeared.

Winston thought to himself—

——If it clears up in London, I shouldn't be living like this.

Although there is no connection between the two, there is no cause and effect.

That's what Winston Spencer thought at the time. People always make excuses for themselves that are irrelevant.

When he returned to the main hall of the villa, he began to carefully observe the large and luxuriously decorated room.

It seems that this blond guy likes music very much. There are sixteen loudspeakers in the main hall and side halls. Even in a wet and dirty place like the toilet, you can still see two subwoofer speakers.

It is said that rich people are somewhat eccentric.

Winston surmised inwardly—

——This solitary rich kid has no servants at home, and apart from some emergency food and cheap fruit wine in the freezer, his only hobby may be music.

Uncle Winston slumped on the sofa, instinctively urging him to put the horrible hallucinations behind him.

No weird hostesses.

There is no ghost that cannot be reflected in the mirror.

What he heard and saw were all hallucinations.

All he has to do now is to wait quietly, waiting for the customer to wake up. Ask for a service fee, and it is better to have a warm meal, or sleep in this warm big room, have a good talk with customers, and maybe find a job as a private driver.

Look at the furniture, look at the decor, even the baseball bats are made of silver.

This customer is too rich!

Winston began to travel in the bright future, imagining the scene of himself lying in the green land beside the Thames fishing on a sunny afternoon.

Someone put up a parasol and walked along the path by the river.

Maybe there is a widow in her thirties who looks beautiful and sad, and she can write sonnets with him, and the two of them will eventually marry and have many babies.

He will have an extramarital affair, which is a strong plot that can hang himself with a heartbroken heart.

It is the dirty trifles that parents and folks like to talk about after dinner.

Winston pursed his lips into a smile, nodded vigorously, and asked himself an answer.

Must be a widow?

Can't it be another girl?

--right! It must be a widow, and it must be a widow whose husband died and inherited a large inheritance.

He is determined in his heart that this is the ultimate goal of life.

"Boom—"

The heavy knock on the door brought him back to reality, and Winston suddenly opened his eyes without looking back, mistaking it for an auditory hallucination.

"Dong dong dong—" the sound of knocking on the door changed from a single knock to a series of knocks.

Winston woke up at last, and it was as if a bucket of ice water had been poured on him, cooling him from head to toe.

His eyes involuntarily glanced at the door, the dark mahogany door was so beautiful, but at this moment it was so scary.

That sound was very special, as if someone was hysterically hitting the door with his head.

"Winston! ~Spencer!"

It's a hoarse, low, mournful mezzo-soprano.

It was the psychological shadow that Uncle Winston had heard countless times along the way, and could almost be brought into the coffin.

"Can you open the door for me?"

"Please. If you don't agree, I can't get in!~"

"Old gentleman, if you will open the door, I will do anything for you! ~Anything!~"

Winston was finally convinced that he had offended a monster that was rare in the world and rare in the underworld.

That is the blood-sucking monster in ancient legends. Every house is a sacred place. To break the spell of this kind of visitor, the blood-sucking monster cannot enter the door without the owner's consent.

He stood up slowly, stretched his stiff arms and waist, awakened this body that was about to enter old age, changed his position silently, and sat next to the customer.

After a full twenty minutes, the knocking sound lingered.

Lobbyists chatter outside the door.

"Winston, you must be able to hear me?"

"If you are willing to open the door, I will never blame you, and I will never hurt you."

"My goal is that cute and delicious boy next to you."

"If you'll help me open this son of a bitch door! Take down the insect-proof incense wood beams on the porch! I'll give you a lot of goodies!"

Winston shook the customer's shoulder vigorously, trying to wake up the drunk young man.

But no matter how hard he tried, even if he splashed ice water on the customer's face, this kid was still in a state of sleep with his eyes turned upside down, as if he had been struck by a spell of losing his mind and passed out.

Winston didn't reply any word, he turned on the phone, prepared to call the police, and pressed the HOME button the moment.

The voice outside the door became shrill and terrifying, giggling.

"Who are you calling? The police? Do you think the police can handle me?"

"Do you think it will end well for me to be against me? After you finish this business, you have to go back to your rental house to sleep. How much money can you get?"

"What can you buy with this money? A gun? A box of ammunition?"

"Can they protect you? Can they save your rotten life?"

"Recognize the reality, I am almost everywhere, even if you drive me to a pulp, I can come back alive, crawl to your bed and bite off your neck."

Turning the topic——

—horrible threats turned sweet words.

"But if you are willing to help me, do me this little favor, I will be grateful to you and treat you as a parent with the grace of regeneration. If you want to have an unrequited love with my daughter, you must enjoy the joy of fish and water —in this boy's swimming pool, let me hold you, kiss you, one word, one pull of the doorknob, command me, Sir Winston Spencer, I will be yours Slave, as long as you open this door for me."

Winston's heart was shaking, he heard the devil's slander.

The voice outside the door became more and more urgent.

"Winston Winston."

"You like his car? Right?"

"You like his big house? Don't you?"

"These can be yours! These should be yours!"

"I'm yours too. The sweetheart I want to chase should be you."

"Aren't you jealous at all? You only see me riding a bicycle with my breasts exposed in front of you, but don't you see the inexplicable resentment in your heart?"

"You scold me, scold me for being a shameless bitch, scold me for being greedy for wealth, for being coquettish in front of young and rich guys, maybe I won't even look at you once."

"I know, I know, what you are thinking, I know!"

"I'm going to open up with you, and I'm going to make these things clear."

"Age and appearance, in my opinion, are all vanity."

"But if you want to be like a knight guarding a princess, open this unbreakable city gate for me, and send me, who is so poor and so poor, into the house, I will do my best to serve you, Lord Knight, I am Your meek lamb, I am your exclusive slut."

"We can sit on the body of this blond guy and talk about his fortune, talk about our wonderful future."

"If you want to play a little exciting, my amazing body can make you feel"

Winston said impatiently: "Enough!"

The voice outside the door became cold and decisive.

"What is enough?"

Winston didn't move. "I said, enough is enough."

After finally prying the old man's mouth open, the monster outside the door will never let it go.

She asked unwillingly.

"Are you willing to open the door for me?"

Winston's tone was cold: "No, I don't intend to open the door."

The voice outside the door became restless: "Is the conditions I offered you not attractive enough?"

Winston explained: "No, no, I'm not a piece of wood. How could a person be ruthless without a plant?"

The voice outside the door became joyful: "So are you ready? Hahahahaha are you ready to meet me?"

Winston stood up and walked towards the entrance: "That's not what I mean, I'm not interested in you"

Outside the door began to sneer: "Do you like men? Have you taken a fancy to this kid?"

Winston said angrily: "Damn it! Who are you scolding?"

The monster outside the door asked bitterly: "Why? Am I not good enough?"

Winston had already walked to the door and explained in a low voice: "It's not just me. I might like older, intellectual and elegant ladies."

"I can do it! I can do it! It's not difficult!" The voice outside the door became more and more urgent, as if suffering from illness, "Please, open the door to whatever woman you want! I will give it to you Catch it and give it to you!"

Winston Spencer was at war with man.

He didn't know what happened to the little customer, or in the final analysis, it was like a prank.

Several times he thought there were surveillance cameras in the house, and he became a special guest on a TV prank program.

To confirm this, he came to the gate——

——The closer he got, the more he could feel the muscles in his body become stiff, as if a pair of invisible cold palms were gently stroking his limbs.

The urgent and heavy breathing outside the door is like the strong desire for survival expressed by a beast when it is dying.

Winston Spencer's brows were furrowed tightly, like a furious guard dog. In an instant, all fears turned into anger, and he wanted to use the soaring adrenaline to drive away the haze brought by this evil spirit.

"Everything should come first, first served. I have already signed a contract of sale with this customer. During this entrustment of driving, I must protect his safety."

The monster roared: "But isn't your work done?!"

Winston held his head and chest out with the air of an old London haughty man.

"He didn't settle the bill with me, so the business is not over. All the troubles you bring will be recorded on the bill."

The monster scolded: "You old bastard who got into the eyes of money! How much did he pay you? I'll pay double!"

Winston shook his head: "There's nothing to talk about, it's a rule - if anyone gives more money, I'll help him? What's the difference between me and the cheap goods that people enjoy at the auction? How dare you insult me ​​with money?" knightship?"

The monster threatened aggressively: "Aren't you afraid of me? Are you not afraid that I will kill you?"

Winston folded his hands like an old john trying to reason with a whore—

"—how will you kill me?"

The monster said viciously: "While you were sleeping soundly! A knife cut open your stomach, pulled out your intestines and strangled you!"

Winston was surprised: "Sounds like it must be a big news, how could I be published in the Guardian in this way?"

The monster found it unbelievable: "You are still thinking about getting into the newspaper when you die?!"

Winston laughed loudly: "You have no idea what I care about most! Son of a bitch!"

The monster impatiently asked: "What do you care about? Tell me quickly! Tell me quickly! I am like a genie in a magic lamp, as long as it is what you want, I can give it to you!"

Winston was elated and complacent.

"The thing I hate the most, and the thing I care about the most, is your attitude of aloof and arbitrarily deciding the direction of my life"

The middle-aged man showed a treacherous and cunning smile.

"You must have killed a lot of people, right? From your tone of easily catching women for my lust, you must have said these things to others too? Right? But I see you alone, with a lover beside you mate, I can’t see a single partner”

Winston's face became dark and menacing, and he spoke in a low voice.

"You want to use such low-level and mentally retarded words to deceive me, the white pigeon knight who has been guarding outside Downing Street and has dealt with reporters and paparazzi for 20 years? You are a blood-sucking blood-sucking person who uses such low-level hunting skills on the back of your skin. Bitch! Don't look down on me! My blood is still flowing in my head, trying to arouse my lust and make me lose my ability to think. Your clumsy skills are not enough! Lovely and well-educated, a pretty widow who has religious beliefs but wants to be fulfilled at sea--in terms of eating and waiting to die, I have the best requirements for myself in the world, but you come to insult my aesthetics, insult my pursuit, and insult me ideal."

The monster outside the door was silent for a long, long time.

Winston continued: "Why are you silent? Are you going to break your defense?"

The monster cursed: "Fuck! You are a once-in-a-lifetime animal scum."

Winston raised his eyebrows: "It's a top enjoyment to be able to hear the insults of demons and ghosts. I turned on the recording."

The monster yelled: "You can't go to heaven!"

Winston responded: "Please continue! Don't stop, have a sense of justice! Can you imitate the indifferent widow who follows the rules and respects the rules? She looks disgusted when she sees the filth—maybe I will suffer from cerebral hemorrhage and cerebellar congestion, and put my pants on immediately. Take it off, just open the door a crack, you know what I'm about to do, all ages shows don't see these things!"

The monster's tone also began to be weak and frightened: "My God, what kind of hell devil are you?"

"I'm a human being, a forty-six-year-old man who has achieved nothing." Winston spoke harshly, without doing anything beyond the rules, and his tone was light: "I was just kicked out of James Park in the last two weeks. Come out, the favorite thing for me, a messy, greasy guy, is to brag—God bless me, when I was starving and cold, I met this little customer, and I think this is my mission, Knight Winston Stein Spencer will surely live up to his mission!"

The monster gritted his teeth: "Fuck your fart! You are dirty, disgusting, pornographic, despicable, make me puke, bald."

"I have a lot of hair." Winston interrupted immediately. He put on the silver door chain, took the customer's watch to open the door, and prepared to open a gap: "I'm going to open the door! My tiger is going to come from here I got out through a crack in the door! Are you ready? We have made a deal, as long as I open the door, even if it is only a little crack, are you willing to do anything for me?"

"Damn it!" the monster swallowed his saliva, frightened, "I don't want to see you again! I don't want to in this life!"

Winston showed his foul-smelling face through the narrow crack of the door, "A liar will swallow a thousand needles! How can you not keep your promise?"

Even though I was mentally prepared--

——When Winston saw the real body of the monster through the narrow door, his spirit was still severely injured.

The mass of flesh and blood exuded a musty stench, and the broken organs were exposed, with broken bones and dirty clumps of hair.

The red-haired stunner I saw on the streets of Kennington now has only half of a tattered body, and the white worms emerging from the huge belly wound are constantly reorganizing and healing. Judging from the injury, at least It takes half an hour to recover.

There were many bright red spots on the monster's skin, as if it was seriously ill and needed blood to sustain life, but when it encountered Winston, a hard bone, it had to find another way of life, and felt a foul smell from its soul. evil thoughts.

At this moment, it gave up all greed, and only thought about drinking a mouthful of fresh blood before the Vita brand in its body broke out, and never thought about revenge.

In this life—it didn't want to have anything to do with Winston Spencer, and it would make it sick to meet him even once.

cried Uncle Winston, commandingly.

"Do I give you permission to go? Ugly?"

Hearing this order, the monster finally couldn't hold back the strong revenge in his heart——

——It almost lost all its sanity. It wanted to rush into the sacred place, jump over the insect removal beam of the porch, and squeeze into the silver door frame. Even if the dead door's vitals were exposed, it would severely defile this man!

It's going to turn Winston into a brain-dead walking corpse monster.

No! Turn him into an insect that can only eat dung!

Let his brain live, and live in humility and humiliation!

The moment of loss of sanity——

——The monster lost even the most basic desire to survive in its heart.

It didn't care about it, and let the Vita brand in its body wantonly deprive it of its fresh essence, in order to burst out the most intense light and heat of hatred in its life.

It quickly grew a pair of bright red light bulb eyes, and its entire face turned into a mouse. The gray hair and claws protruded from the body in an instant. It poked its head into the door, and wanted to use its big die to catch Wen Si Dun's life was bitten off! Use this kind of fierce attack that destroys dignity and destroys the body to relieve the hatred in the heart!

The cold body makes it feel no pain, the swollen eyes and paralyzed lower limbs allow it to only see the dirty overalls, but not the cold eyes of Winston Spencer, and the early Silver baseball bat at the ready.

"Taste my big baby!"

"Pong—"

The crisp knocking sound still couldn't wake up the sleeping blond boy.

A charred and smelly corpse was left in front of the porch.

Winston's heart was beating wildly, the muscles on his face were twitching unnaturally, and there was only one thought in his mind.

—the monster must not be allowed to leave alive.

In just one second, he can awaken the scorching anger from Furui Wubo's heart, and turn this anger into a sharp and piercing strange roar. This is what he has performed countless times in front of reporters, and it is completely natural This kind of anger can make the skin turn red and sweat like rain, and the moment the adrenaline wakes up the body, the muscles burst out with amazing strength.

The release of anger this time can be regarded as an extraordinary performance.

Because Uncle Winston, the shameless bastard, was a knight.

——In the face of evil, never shrink back and run away.

He has practiced for more than 20 years, waiting in Downing Street, waiting for the spotlight of reporters, waiting for the opportunity to make the headlines of the newspapers.

Thinking of this monster wandering through the streets, sucking human blood and eating human flesh, threatening and luring people, asking people to do unrighteous things with it and seek ill-gotten gains.

It captures women as negotiating conditions. Many young and beautiful girls, who should have enjoyed happiness, turned into skeletons and were sucked into horrible mummy.

Even for widows! Winston was so angry that he couldn't contain his eyes!

He threw down the distorted silver stick, and felt more and more that the little customer was not a simple person.

Just this weird and inexplicable sleep cycle made Winston puzzled and unable to figure it out.

—until the sun rises again and hides in the clouds again.

Robert Downing turned over and woke up from the dream.

He is about to usher in his second transformation, and he is defenseless when he sleeps.

He was frightened and delighted at the same time, simply because he saw Uncle Winston sitting on the sofa, staying up all night, not moving.

The TV was still playing bad R-rated movies from adult channels, and more than half of the paper towels on the table were missing.

Winston said solemnly: "Master! I am like a dream catcher, and I will catch all your nightmares firmly."

Tangning thought about it a lot at the time, and saw that the silver baseball bat she used to defend herself against the vampires was bent and twisted, and the dirt outside the door was like the strong sunlight in the morning, burning the evil spirits into a handful Ash.

The amount of information in it was so huge that Tangning's little head couldn't figure it out.

But what is certain is that, apart from being a bit eccentric, this surrogate uncle is a very reliable person.

"I need a housekeeper! Are you interested?"

Winston Spencer got a head start.

"my pleasure."