Abyss Express

"This bitch sat down obediently, can she understand what we are saying?" Bu Liuxing stepped back towards the mansion.

"Ah Xing, do you remember?" Jiang Xueming pressed his little friend's shoulders, and then retreated to the gate of the mansion, "Mr. David said that this kind of creature can speak human language, and it's nothing if it can understand human language." strange things."

"Hahahahaha" Bu Liuxing became inexplicably happy: "Then is she really afraid of the dump truck Juhe technique?"

"Who knows?" Jiang Xueming was uncertain, and kicked open the door cautiously, "Let's go in first."

The two entered the room and carefully observed the environment.

There are two pairs of shoes on the shoe cabinet in the entrance, one male and one female.

The tables and chairs in the hall were already covered with a thick layer of dust, as if they hadn't been taken care of for a long time.

There was a pile of black cinders in the fireplace, which was blown into dust by the sea breeze only during the tens of seconds when the door was opened.

Jiang Xueming looked at the layout of the house, and everything in front of him had a sense of mystery.

Who is the faceless woman outside the house?

Why is this house incompatible with the drop-shaped building in Fangfeng Settlement?

It looks like a wooden detached villa in the mid-nineteenth century, with very retro decoration and furniture.

Whose are the two pairs of shoes in front of the door? Has a couple ever lived here?

"Ah Xing, remember to take pictures, don't record videos, the phone's fixed focus will have problems, don't shake your hands when taking pictures, and be sure to take pictures clearly." Jiang Xueming held up the gun and probed into the house step by step.

He saw more incomprehensible things.

There are many black and white photos hanging on the walls, most of them are landscape photos, and there are also portraits.

The largest photo is a group photo of a man and a woman.

Men are wearing dresses, women are wearing wedding dresses, which are wedding photos, but they have no face like the faceless woman outside the door.

It is worth noting that this man also appears in other photos. He does not have a right leg - under the empty right leg is a prosthetic leg made of steel rods and wood.

Bu Meeoxing followed Brother Ming curiously, holding up his mobile phone and taking pictures all the way.

They passed the bathroom, inspected the warehouse, kitchen and bathroom, and finally climbed the old wooden stairs to the living room on the second floor, staying for a few minutes in the master bedroom and the second bedroom.

The wardrobes and cupboards in the house are empty, except for an old stargazing lens on the second-floor terrace.

In the gazebo in front of the terrace, there is a large desk, and there seems to be something in that place.

Jiang Xueming stepped forward to take a closer look. On the two-person bench at the desk, there was a pool of dirty and greasy stains on the left side.

And in front of the stain, that weird and inexplicable artificial leg. The wood of the prosthetic leg has decayed into a bad shape, and the steel rod connecting the soles of the feet is also rusty, and there are many dense trachoma holes, which make people's scalp numb.

That feeling is like.

The male owner of this house once sat here, died on this chair, and the body has not been moved away. It just slowly rotted like this, and finally turned into pure mud.

"What's going on here? Brother Ming? Did a couple live here before? How did it become like this now?" Bu Liuxing was full of question marks, and took a photo of the workbench.

"Cover your mouth and nose, and don't move around." Jiang Xueming instructed, lowered his body, and blew lightly on the tabletop of the workbench.

A lot of the dust on the table was immediately removed, revealing a stargazing map.

On the pitch-black bottom plate, countless stars are drawn with bright red lines and golden lacquer pens.

As the dust cleared, Jiang Xueming also saw the oil-paper calendar on the table revealing its true face.

The English language on the calendar is also revealed, and the time stays on June 21, 1888.

Jiang Xueming said: "These are things from more than a hundred years ago."

"More than a hundred years ago?" Bu Liuxing looked at the star map on the desktop in surprise: "These two have been looking at the stars in this ghost place for research more than a hundred years ago?"

"I'm afraid it's not astronomy. This is underground, where did the sky come from?" Jiang Xueming turned to look at the large lens outside the terrace——

——This instrument faces the mysterious sea.

"The things they draw may be the [stars] in the ocean." Jiang Xueming explained: "These underground craters, and these light spots of different sizes, look at these lines."

Ah Xing heard the sound and looked.

In this ancient picture, in the densely packed crater, many red lines are used to draw the links, outlining a huge fluid figure.

That figure is like a drop-shaped earthen house in Fangfeng Settlement.

"That is to say. The [people] we saw in Fangfeng Village actually came from the sea?" Bu Liuxing's eyes widened.

Jiang Xueming replied without hesitation: "I don't know, I'm not sure. Where they come from doesn't matter to me."

He quickly took out his notebook and wrote down everything he saw and heard. Examined the drawers of the workbench and found nothing new.

He came to the terrace and peered into the deep sea through the long and thick lens——

——This glance almost left his soul here.

At the bottom of the deep, dark sea.

There are countless stars shining in it.

The dots of molten lava from the active volcano are driving the tidal undercurrent.

Under the golden light, a huge drop of water stands on the rock platform of the trench.

It is like an upside-down golden egg. The dome exudes warm orange light, and its material is like gold and stone. Its surface is covered with rock spots formed by twisting and combining coral and fish bones. The characteristics of petrification became more obvious, as if it had gone through countless years - as old as the stone forest outside Fangfeng Station.

Through the double focus of the rotating lens, Jiang Xueming also saw countless similar light spots standing on the seabed from a bird's-eye view.

Sleeping peacefully next to a restless active volcano, they radiate little light sources that form a huge golden egg pattern, like a trademark.

"Brother Ming? Brother Ming!" Bu Liuxing's restless voice brought him back to reality.

Jiang Xueming's face was pale, and he woke up from the dreamlike scene.

"What's wrong?"

"Look. Look!"

The two of them looked down from the terrace and found out.

The woman sitting on the bench was gone.

"Where did she go?" Bu Meteor's voice trembled: "Could she have entered the house?"

"I don't know." Jiang Xueming replied, "But judging from the information I have so far, she should be a scientist. She studied this ocean with her husband more than a hundred years ago, and her husband also died in this room. inside."

Bu Liuxing asked cautiously: "Is she still a human being? Could it be that she was infected with some kind of virus and turned into such a ghost?"

Jiang Xueming boldly replied: "The spotlight black-and-white photos from more than a hundred years ago will not deceive people. Their wedding photos have no faces. I don't think this couple was human from the beginning."

Bu Meeoxing asked anxiously, "What should we do now?"

"Kick off." Jiang Xueming said bluntly: "I went into the widow's house for a walk, touched her things, and studied her husband's belongings. Can I not be angry?"

Bu Meteor: "That makes sense, return the same way?"

"Jumping off the building is faster." Jiang Xueming looked at the height of the terrace, which was only over three meters high.

"Okay!" Bu Liuxing felt the power coming up again, he pushed the phone towards Jiang Xueming, "Brother Ming, let's change the phone, there are important photos here, let's go back to the station today, your sister will be rescued soon."

Jiang Xueming kept silent and took the pink phone.

He returned the navy blue cell phone, with a heart still hanging in the air.

He didn't know if this information could be exchanged for panacea, and he didn't know if panacea could cure his sister's illness, and he didn't know that ordinary people without [inspiration] could survive for a few days under the torment of Vita's brand.

These horrible imaginings were like ants crawling around on him.

"Brother Ming! I'm taller than you, and I'm stronger. I'll try first. If I jump, I can still catch you." Bu Liuxing climbed up the guardrail of the terrace while talking.

He looked at Xue Ming with a grin, showing his gleaming white teeth, and was joking.

"You always look so cold, Brother Ming. Smile more! Thanks to you, I have experienced such an exciting thing!"

Ah Xing said jokingly while climbing down.

"Brother Ming, don't you have a job? When we go back, you must come to work in my shop. I have long wanted to open a coffee shop, and I don't want to make money from it. I just want to hear stories. This There are so many people at the station with stories, it must be very interesting.”

Hearing a plop, Bu Meteor landed safely.

Jiang Xueming also turned over and jumped down.

Bu Meeoxing was about to open his arms to catch Xueming, but when he came to his senses, Xueming was already slapping the muddy water on his body.

Ah Xing asked ignorantly: "Brother Ming, why don't you speak? Are you still worried about your sister?"

Jiang Xueming rubbed his sore knee, he didn't want to owe Bu Meteor any kind of debt, nor did he want to expose his weakness to anyone.

With his normal expression, he stuffed his phone into his inner pocket, fearing that it would get any damage, and walked back and forth with his head down.

Bu Liuxing shouted loudly: "Brother Ming! Hey! Wait for me!"

Right now, right now.

Two soft, boneless arms emerged from the gate.

They were like dexterous snakes, the moment Bu Liuxing and Jiang Xueming completely relaxed their vigilance, they attacked from a blind spot behind them.

In an instant, the two arms were like sharp knives, cutting open the nylon button pocket of the quick-draw holster.

Jiang Xueming only felt a lightness in his waist, and when he recovered, the holster and pistol were gone!

There was a piercing pain in his brain, and his [inspiration] told him at this moment that disaster was imminent.

The moment he turned his head, Jiang Xueming saw a dozen soft and greasy tentacles coming out from the dark gate of the western-style building, and they were within a hair's breadth of the Meteor.

There was still a smirk on Ah Xing's face, as if he didn't know what happened.

Xue Ming almost gave up thinking, without any hesitation, before the brain's synapses were active, before the logical thinking gave the answer, his body moved first.

He violently knocked Ah Xing's heavy and strong body two or three steps away.

After a crackling noise.

Those tentacles had already firmly entangled Xue Ming's upper body.

He was dragged all the way back, and sat down on the gravel.

He wanted to reach for the gun that fell to the ground, but he couldn't reach it.

He felt that his arms could not exert any strength, and he was not an opponent at all in front of these pale gray cold tentacles.

"A Xing, go get the gun. A Xing"

These weird bare rod tentacles dragged him back to the house bit by bit.

Jiang Xueming shouted: "A Xing!"

Bu Meteor covered his head, still unable to wake up from the torment of [Inspiration]. He struggled, picked up the pistol from the ground, and ran to Xue Ming's side.

After stumbling and falling several steps along the way, Ah Xing finally saw Xueming's appearance clearly.

"Shoot at the gate! Hit her!" Jiang Xueming sternly ordered.

There was a piercing gunshot, and except for the first bullet that hit the door, Bu Meteor's hand shook like a Parkinson's patient.

"I still have bullets! Keep hitting!" Jiang Xueming felt the tentacles on his body tremble a bit when the first shot was fired, "You hit, well done! Don't be discouraged, keep hitting!"

Bu Meeoxing gasped nervously, he saw Xue Ming's body sinking into the abyss little by little, the huge pressure made him unable to breathe.

He took out the magazine on Xue Ming MOLLE, and he didn't even change the magazine very quickly-this was the first time he used a gun, and it was also the first time he tried to change the magazine.

He tried several times as he inserted and removed the magazine.

These fatal mistakes seemed so stupid and incompetent to him, his eyes were swollen and bloodshot. Snot and tears came out together.

"Brother Ming, Brother Ming, don't be afraid. Brother Ming, Brother Ming, I'm sorry, Brother Ming. I'm sorry. Yes."

He said he was comforting Jiang Xueming, but actually Bu Liuxing was comforting himself crazily.

"Continue to fight." Jiang Xueming's body was still some distance away from the mansion, about ten meters away. He stood up and twisted vigorously, trying to resist the strange force of the tentacles on his body.

"Your hand, Brother Ming, your hand." Bu Meteor caught a glimpse of Xue Ming's weird body posture when fighting against these tentacles-the two arms seemed to be disconnected from the upper limbs, completely twisted and turned backwards.

Jiang Xueming rolled his eyes, sweat the size of soybeans dripped from his forehead, his expression was distorted and painful: "It's dislocated, little girl, have you ever seen a dislocation? Don't ask, it doesn't hurt if you ask, keep shooting!"

Bu Meteor gritted his teeth, raised the muzzle of his gun and fired another round of bullets.

Smelly blue blood flowed from the door.

Jiang Xueming was shocked, he felt that his dislocated arms seemed to have a chance to breathe, his expression was horrifying, and he tried to break free from these tentacles.

He growled: "Ah Xing, don't stop, keep shooting."

Bu Meteor was not as flustered as before, this time his reloading was much faster, but within a few seconds, he shot out again, and when the bullets were fired, he was still pulling the trigger, like a mechanical Complete the order as if numb.

The hit rate was very poor, only two or three bullets exploded in the shadow of the door.

"Hold your breath when you pull the trigger." Jiang Xueming felt that his body was still retreating. He still couldn't resist the huge force, and he still couldn't escape: "Don't worry, don't be afraid. Don't let fear destroy you."

Bu Meteor took out the last few magazines from Xue Ming's body.

His eyes widened, and he sprayed out both gunfire and anger.

When he hit the last box, he was almost desperate.

He watched Jiang Xueming still slumped on the ground like that, his back was already attached to the steps of the porch, and he was only a few steps away from being dragged into the gate of the western-style building by these tentacles.

"Cut off my clothes, use a knife to cut my clothes, be careful, Ah Xing, stay away from me as much as possible, don't get entangled by these things. Don't cut these tentacles, I don't know what the hell is in the blue blood in it !" Jiang Xueming has not given up yet, his two arms have been twisted and deformed, and he can hear the voiceless sound of bones cracking.

Bu Meteor didn't say a word of nonsense, his emotions were on the verge of collapse, and he almost lost his voice.

He took out the whaling knife on the leggings, carefully cut open the cuff and cut the lining. Under the protection of the stab-proof suit, cut open the body armor.

This short tens of seconds.

Meteor feels like it's been decades.

"Can I do it? Can I go out?" Jiang Xueming regained his composure, "I remember that there is the last magazine, right?"

Bu Meteor was still cutting clothes, without raising his head: "The bullet doesn't work on this rascal widow, haven't we seen it before? Her regenerative ability is too strong. And I can't shoot it right"

Jiang Xueming said: "But you hit me, if I can't go back, you take the log and mobile phone away. I..."

"What nonsense are you talking about?!" Bu Liuxing lay on the stairs, holding Xueming's arm and continuing to slash the knife: "Your hand, brother Ming, your hand, your hand, if you go back, let your sister see your hand. hand. I have to make the girl cry again"

"I would recommend her to listen to Lin Junjie." Jiang Xueming curled her lips and rolled her eyes: "After all, I am a man who can make [back-to-back hugs]."

"Ha..." Bu Liuxing blew his nose vigorously, this fun guy was indeed amused, "I now suspect that your madness index has seriously exceeded the standard, Brother Ming."

After such a toss, Ah Xing's inner pressure gradually dissipated.

With a quick kick, he finally pulled Xue Ming out from the grip of the tentacles.

The two fell into the mud and ran out like crazy.

But

The tattered clothes, Jiang Xueming's clothes were swaying in front of the gate of the mansion.

Dozens of tentacles were frantically twisting, quickly transforming into a pair of pale and tender arms.

The faceless lady was holding a pink phone and Jiang Xueming's diary. As if provocative, he hooked his fingers at the two passengers.

...

...

A deathly silence surrounded the two brothers.

Mindless and unhappy are standing still.

Jiang Xueming and Bu Liuxing glanced at each other.

"If you don't have that phone, and you don't have logs and photos, can you get a cure-all?"

"I have no idea."

"Want to wait for Mr. David to come?"

"I have no idea."

"How long can your sister Jiang Bailu last?"

"I have no idea."

"Are you sure about dealing with this widow? In that building?"

"I have no idea."

"How did those talking and scolding walking dead outside come here?"

"I have no idea."

"Can your hands still hold things? Can you shoot?"

"I have no idea."

It is said that the greatest fear in the human heart comes from the unknown. This series of "don't know" seems to reflect Jiang Xueming's inner fear.

Almost at the same time, Xue Ming and Meteor ran towards the gate of the mansion.

They seem to be in a race, who can run faster.

But Xue Ming underestimated A Xing's height and underestimated A Xing's muscles.

In terms of sprinting, he was far from being the 1.9 meter tall opponent of Bu Meteor.

He was left behind, watching helplessly as Ah Xing crashed into the arms of the faceless lady, and easily snatched the phone and journal—throwing them out the door.

Immediately afterwards, the door slammed shut, and no more sound came out.

Xue Ming's two arms drooped, like walking corpses in Fangfeng Gathering, hanging down feebly.

He endured great pain, performed dislocated bone surgery on himself in front of the steps of the porch, and tried to reset his shoulder joint with his body weight again and again.

The pain from both arms made the muscles in his abdomen convulse, and he was so painful that he vomited out all the filth in his stomach.

After a long time, about forty minutes.

Both arms were covered with bruises and purple blood, and his fingers were convulsed due to the severe pain. He barely took the phone and journal and stuffed them into his trouser pockets.

Without saying a word, he watched the positioning signals on the couple's mobile phones getting farther and farther away, and getting closer and closer to the supply station.

Hearing the inexplicable crazy murmurs of the residents in the village, it seems that they also have part of their souls, and they will stay in that mysterious western-style building forever.

When he got back to the depot—David Byrne was still chanting the name of his lover's gun in his sleep.

He put Smith \u0026 Wesson near Mr. David's ear, and took off his dirty and tattered clothes. Bare upper body, leaning against Bu Meteor's luggage, to rest for a while.

He thought—wait for Mr. David to wake up. This reliable security officer will drive that Volga, send him back to the station, and send him away from this weird and mysterious underground world.

He will get better soon.

He was finally convinced that during this journey, his first little partner might never come back.

Thinking of this, Xue Ming closed his eyes, and there was still severe pain in his arms, and the hidden injury to his bones made him toss and turn, tossing and turning on the bunk, making it difficult to fall asleep.

Four hours later.

Mr. David was drenched, as if he had been drenched in the rain, and he looked like he had seen a ghost. Holding a bag of AR-15 parts, he violently pushed open the door of the second-floor shop.

"Jiang Xueming!? Why did you steal my wife, oh no, my gun? And dismantled it into pieces?!"

Jiang Xueming turned over, and Mr. David was startled by his listless expression like a living corpse.

"Sorry. Mr. David, I didn't listen to you. While you were sleeping, I took Meteor to Fangfeng Village, but he didn't come back. It's all my fault. I was in a hurry Yes, just want to save my sister. I'm too selfish of me."

"What did you say?" Mr. David looked like a little penguin scratching his head: "Mr. Bu Meteor? Isn't it downstairs?"

"He's back?! He? All right? He's all right?" Jiang Xueming's inner surprise was beyond words, and he realized that the big backpack next to him was gone—probably Ah Xing took it by himself!

He rushed all the way down the stairway.

When I got to the fireplace on the first floor, I saw Bu Liuxing standing there in a daze, with a big backpack on his back, without saying a word.

it made him feel weird

He saw that Ah Xing, standing motionless.

The eyes are straight and the hands are drooping.

Sunken eye sockets, hollow eyes.

Like a lost soul walking dead.

Jiang Xueming's smile froze on his face. He deliberately kept a safe distance and carefully observed every move of the person in front of him.

Could it be...

Could it be that Ah Xing has also become those monsters in the settlement?

"I lied to you!~~" Bu Meteor returned to normal in an instant: "Hahahahaha! Hahahahahaha!"

The smile on this happy man's face was almost squeezed into a chrysanthemum, and his thick eyebrows and big eyes were piercing, almost narrowed into slits.

He clutched his stomach full of complacency, poked Xue Ming's arm vigorously, and then slapped himself on the head violently, as if he remembered something.

"Oh oh oh! I'm sorry, your hand is hurt, I won't fumble around anymore." Bu Liuxing yelled loudly again: "Did you fool me! I act like it?! Abba aba Abba!~~”

"Are you alright? Are you alright?" Jiang Xueming breathed a sigh of relief, then became vigilant again, grabbed the bread and handed it over.

Seeing Xueming's nervous expression, Ah Xing looked nonchalant, and stuffed bread into his mouth to prove his innocence: "Why? Don't you believe me? Think I'm dead? Give me back the phone, and I'll copy the data to you , let's change it back. In case you kneel and knock nine times in front of that pink mobile phone every day as a spiritual seat, it's really bad luck."

This time Jiang Xueming finally believed it, this is a real fun guy, it's hard to see him laughing out loud: "Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

Bu Liuxing also laughed: "I told you all the way, I want you to smile more! This is the first time I see Brother Ming, you are so happy!"

"Hahahahahahaha bastard." Jiang Xueming cursed: "How did you get out? Oh no! How did you get in? What did you see when you went in? Did that widow do anything to you?"

"She told me a lot of things. On the way back, or in the bathhouse at Nine Realms Station, I will explain it to you slowly—but one thing is the most important." A Xingsha was serious.

Jiang Xueming: "What's the matter?"

"She has been a widow for over a hundred years."

Bu Liuxing said swearingly, compared with Xueming's clean and weird hand gestures, and said words with an explosive amount of information.

"I can't let her be a widow any longer."