Abyss Express

[Certificate Name: Jason Meghan]

[Sex: Male]

[Age: thirty-three years old]

[Brief title of the position: Nine Realms Station Passengers Active Lot No. 41, 51, 55, 57, 58 Districts]

[Employee specific information: Mr. Megan is a Romanian who can speak two foreign languages, English and French, and his native language is the Banat dialect of Romania. ]

There are dense notes written on the back of the certificate.

[Mr. Megan's temper has become a little eccentric after years of driving experience. Six years ago, as an interpreter, he went to RSH (Red Stars Hill) with the attacking team as an interpreter, and his mental state went from bad to worse. ]

[In the end he failed the VIP (Senior Senior Passenger) certification. ]

[The leak in the house happens to rain all night, the boat is late and the head wind hits. ]

[Three years ago, Mr. Meghan's waiter was sent to the scene of the spiritual disaster to perform a task due to an emergency order. Unfortunately, the waiter disappeared in the underground world. ]

[We have assigned another waiter to Mr. Meghan, who is from his hometown, and hope that he can get rid of his nightmares and demons as soon as possible. ]

[To this day, he is still driving in the block he is familiar with to investigate and troubleshoot the station. ]

[Hello, passenger, if you see this ID, please rest assured, he is an experienced and trustworthy senior. But he needs some private space to protect his fragile and sensitive heart. ]

In the spacious and bright isolated hotel, Mr. Meghan was sitting on the sofa.

He stared at the TV with disgust.

In this small remote city, none of the TVs have international channels.

In this large hotel used for isolation and observation, few people could understand his English with a native dialect accent.

He felt that this place was like an isolated island, and he himself was Robinson Crusoe who drifted to the island and got a fever.

Occasionally, a few medical staff came to poke his throat for nucleic acid, so they were Robinson's "Friday".

Holding his passenger ID, he stole a lighter from the smoking room. With the fiery and noisy sound of the TV program, the passenger's ID was set on fire.

He sat in front of the coffee table in the isolation suite, held the sacred ceremony, swore the oath, and murmured indistinct sentences in his mother tongue.

"I want to be a hunter, I am not reconciled"

"I'm not willing to live my whole life so ordinary."

"Thirteen years. The partners who set off with me have gone to deeper and farther regions. The annual gathering of old friends makes me feel like a clown."

"The waiter who shared my troubles is no longer by my side"

"I can't be a VIP, I can't be an armed employee, I can't be a wolf with a boring clerical job-I will never allow myself to be nothing."

"The identity of the hunter will be the new title page of Jason Megan's life poem."

He stood up and stared at the flaming passenger ID card in his hand. It was his past, which would be completely burned in this holy fire.

"Megan, you are reborn! Megan, you are reborn!"

He raised his head, with burning fire in his eyes.

"Find the first prey, grab him! Bite his neck, take his journal and elixir, and you'll be alive!"

Tongues of flame spread across the polymer card, sending out a thick, acrid fog.

Mr. Meghan smelled the scorched smell, as if smelling the bloody smell of a newborn in the delivery room.

His eyes were full of madness——

—and then the frenzy died out.

Because the smoke set off the fire alarm and dampened his enthusiasm.

The water mist was sprayed in the room, and the power-off device was linked to work. The originally bright room was also darkened, and the TV was immediately turned off to prevent water and electricity accidents caused by the fire-fighting device.

Only the midday sun shines through the windows on the blanket.

Mr. Megan touched his wet cheek and rubbed his hair. His eyes were bloodshot, and there was a nameless anger in his heart.

"grass!"

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"

"I'm so fucking screwed!"

He pointed to the lunch on the table—

—Carrot stew and big white rice are the things he hates the most.

"I hate the food!"

Grab another bottle of drink from the water bar counter.

"Oriental leaves? Magic Chinese tea?! I hate these drinks!"

The shrill chime of the fire alarm came from outside the door.

This made Mr. Meghan's already sensitive nerves fragile.

"I hate this city! I hate it so much!"

He scratched his clothes hysterically, like a caged animal.

"Jiang Xueming! I hate you so much! Why did I come here to catch you?! You can't even buy a gun in this bloody place!"

As Mr. Megan said, he turned into a wolf who chooses and eats people.

The security guards and translators outside the door kicked open the door together.

In just a few seconds.

Mr. Megan rubbed his face, managed his expression well, and sat back on the sofa holding the oriental leaves.

He unscrewed the lid and savored the water in the fire-fighting device and the smell of the magic Chinese tea. Then with a kind smile on his face, his voice was trembling, and he didn't know if it was nervousness, excitement, or fear when he saw the security guard.

Greeting in English, he explained: "Excuse me. I want to have a cigarette, and I will pay for the mess I accidentally made in here."

The security went to deal with the fire alarm.

The lady translator wore an isolation mask and communicated fluently in English: "Mr. Megan, you are still under observation and you are not allowed to smoke. This is a hotel exclusively for medical staff. Please cooperate with us."

Mr Meghan immediately asked: "Can I call the consulate?"

Miss translator: "The nearest consulate here is in the provincial capital, more than two hundred kilometers away. If you want to find someone to help, you have to wait until your quarantine is over."

Mr. Megan asked again: "Can you prepare some other food for me?"

Miss translator: "You have changed the dishes three times, and there is nothing you can do if you are not satisfied. Our small city only has these agricultural products, and there is really no dish from your hometown."

Mr. Megan insisted: "Can you let me go? I have money, a lot of money. As long as you help me, I will bribe your supervisor and give you money. Is three million enough? Five million Is it enough?"

Ms. Translator: "I've seen your rhetoric in a telecom fraud case, so I'm going to give up on it. Epidemic prevention work is too big. I recommend you to use the next app, and learn a few tricks from the National Anti-Fraud Center first." Come again."

Mr. Megan quickly explained: "I really have no intention of running away. You just help me this time, I will go out to get some air, and I will come back immediately within three days, no! Two days! No, no, no, just a few hours"

"It's no use." The lady translator rolled her eyes through the mask: "You opened the window six times today. Brother Anbao is like catching a doll. He saw you jumping out of the building and took you back. The beard is bad. Very, do you think I will believe your nonsense? This is all arranged for you to the twenty-seventh floor, and the windows are locked, so you must not go out again. This is a hospital hotel, not a cremation field."

"Then can you give me some?" Mr. Meghan bargained and finally chose a guaranteed plan: "Can you bring some movie videos?"

He pointed weakly at the TV.

"It's okay to be a member. I can't watch many movies."

The lady translator muttered, "All right."

Wait for the security to deal with the fire alarm.

The sanitation aunt came in to clean up the things, stared at the bearded man fiercely for a few times, and finally ran away like hiding from the plague.

Wait for people to leave.

Megan's wolf-like eyes couldn't come back.

The soft cloth cover of the sofa was replaced with a new one. First, he took off his wet clothes and pants, then fell on the sofa and cried secretly for a while, turning into a whimpering little wolf cub.

He straightened up, picked up the remote control, and cheered himself on.

"Meghan. Brace yourself! Brace yourself Megan!"

I turned on the TV and chose the American TV series "Prison Break", wanting to get back a little feeling.

"Yes, I want to escape from here like this actor."

He looked at the sea bowl of new dishes on the table and muttered to himself.

"Someone used a spoon to escape from the most horrible prison in the world. I can do it too. I'm a sexy tough guy! I have a willpower of steel."

It's a pity that there is only a pair of chopsticks in the meal plate and no spoon.

—Mr. Megan decided to change the program.

Selected "Forrest Gump", "When Happiness Knocks on the Door", "The Story of the Loyal Dog Hachiko" serial broadcast, followed by the "Harry Potter" collection.

When the image of Mr. Tom Hanks appeared on the big screen, the music of Forrst Gump Suite sounded again,

He vaguely remembered the time when Jason Megan hid in the garage and watched movies with the waiter girl before he became a long-term passenger.

Megan had tissues ready, and he blew his nose hard and wiped away his tears. He picked up the food he didn't like, and tried to learn how to use chopsticks.

He felt as clumsy as the kid on the screen, like that Forrest Gump.

He ate, watched, cried, and thought.

How fierce and fierce are the armadillo hunters in these worlds, the senior hunters can not only deal with these tribulations in his life, but also easily overcome these tribulations to hunt.

It's hard to be a bad guy, but it's even harder to become a superstar among the dark forces. Without any weapons, without anyone's help, language barrier, unfamiliar place, and wearing a red health code, it is even more difficult to hunt passengers.

When Fowles Gunn on TV starts running.

Mr. Meghan had some rice hanging from his mouth, and there were some oil stains in his beard. The vegetable leaves between the teeth let out an unwilling roar along with the throat.

"Run! Forrest Gump! Run!"

He shouted, holding the bowl with chopsticks, as if he had found a new direction in life.

He looked at himself in the floor-to-ceiling mirror in the living room, just like Crusoe, the wild man Robinson wearing only a pair of boxer briefs. Scream a deafening roar at life.

"Run! Fowles Gump! Run!"

Seeing the shackles fall off one after another on TV, the protagonist runs faster and faster.

Just at this time--

——At this very second.

Jason Megan's eyes flicked to the window.

The twenty-seven-story high-rise building does not seem to be an insurmountable obstacle.

He came to the window, wearing only a pair of underwear. Take a close look at the steel snaps and hex nuts on the edge of the window.

These things are like the walking aids on Forrest Gump, as if Megan can remove them as long as he moves his legs.

The distant airport terminal was calling to him.

He could hear the plane's engines singing loud as gulls as it taxied.

He could feel it—the pipes breathing life into the plane's fuel tanks as the pumps worked. The indescribable power made him immersed in the background music of the movie and couldn't help himself.

Just when he was about to take practical action, unlock the window, climb down the tall building, and run towards a new life.

A bus stopped in the square of the terminal building, and more than ten passengers got off the bus one after another.

Mr. Megan has been inspired by years of underground adventure experience.

At that moment, the pores of his whole body shrank, his eyes straightened, as if struck by lightning, he froze.

He felt that it was difficult to breathe, the blood flow in his body slowed down, and the muscles and joints of his limbs became jerky.

Stimulated by inspiration, the heart and the great blood vessels in the neck seemed to be strangled by two big hands, and his face turned pale.

He immediately squatted down and leaned against the wall, and pressed his palms tightly against the wall, as if he was afraid of being discovered, and his eyes showed horror.

His nerves were strained, and the sunlight from the windows above his head was becoming harsh.

He couldn't look directly at that person—the familiar person who had seen countless times in the target's photos these days.

That cold, dark man, that slender little man.

In Mr. Meghan's impression, the one returning from the car for the first time should have been a defenseless prey like a newborn.

That Jiang Xueming.

The square of the terminal building.

Seventh brother has already booked the ticket in advance.

Xueming held his younger sister's hand and talked about what to do in the future.

"You're about to graduate in less than a year, where do you want to go?"

Bai Lu said in a daze, "I want to be admitted to the Academy of Fine Arts! Tsinghua Academy of Fine Arts, Gome Central America, my grades in culture are very good. Brother, you must teach me how to draw!"

Xue Ming turned his head meaningfully, and glanced at the buildings on the east side of the airport.

He felt it just now—an inexplicable inspiration seemed to be peeping at him, and it only appeared for a moment before disappearing.

However, this situation has often appeared in previous life.

It's like Brother Seven suddenly went mad last night, sneaked to the bedside and squatted in front of him, the same feeling as before.

He didn't pay much attention to it. He was very happy to hear that his sister's academic performance was good.

"I'll wait for your good news. I will follow you and settle in that city to take care of you in whichever university you are admitted to."

Megan waited, waiting for the body to return to the control of self-consciousness.

For about a minute or so, he returned to reality from the fearful illusion given by his brain.

Most of the passengers who have been there for many years rely on this transcendent inspiration to escape disaster in the underground world.

His face was covered with cold sweat, but he was arrogant and stubborn, thinking about it in his heart.

Jiang Xueming must not be allowed to become his inner demon, a terrifying barrier to his inner world.

He soon convinced himself that he had no reason to be afraid by postponing the kidnapping plan against Jiang Xueming for half a month—after all, he had to be quarantined for 14 days.

Then sit back on the sofa.

The movie goes on.

Life goes on.