Abyss Express

Chapter 398 Operator # 5 [Colorful Flowers·Thousands of Reds and Purples]

In the official community related to the security review, the jester was unable to maintain his real body under Jiang Xueming's mental torture, and once again split into small and weak clones. Its spherical fleshy body first swelled and cracked, and then the little snake that became the head of the TV set ran around and fled.

Xue Ming threw away the deformed and cracked instrument of torture in his hand, and a tower made of decayed steel rods and iron sheets had already been piled up behind him. They were all weapons he had scavenged from all over the cell.

He didn't feel tired, he swung the club thousands of times in a row, except for a little soreness in his arms, the soft prosthetic skeleton of the electronic ghost would not be tired, he didn't need to eat or drink, and even his heartbeat was so steady.

Similarly, in this cyberspace where life and death are blurred, there should be no way to kill these monsters with only these scraps of metal.

He could only watch these basilisks slip away. They quickly slid to the various door openings in the torture room, and fled deeper through the sewer pipes and vents, as if they had abandoned the censorship community.

The Fool's mental state was on the verge of a breakdown, and he was terribly frightened.

Originally, when this unknown soldier came to the Bliss Space, the equipment he used was encrypted layer by layer. It knew nothing about Jiang Xueming. It could only force the opponent to play a question-and-answer game through soul power attacks and extract useful information to break the enemy's mind. Defend.

But in the competition of spiritual power, it was almost crushed by that powerful spiritual pressure.

The torture room in Kanto City couldn’t last a second. The arsenal in the real world had already been paralyzed, and the education work on classic human beings could also be put aside temporarily, so the jester immediately smeared his feet and slipped away.

Before leaving here, it still didn't understand, didn't understand, it didn't understand at all how powerful Jiang Xueming's metamorphic structure was.

When it launched a soul power attack, the psionic essence of the two confronted head-on. At that moment, it had an illusion, like turning on the sonar detector in the bottomless dark ocean.

From the reflected waveform of the radar, it seemed to have seen a ferocious monster and a thousand-foot-high statue sleeping on the seabed.

It almost fell into a state of complete madness, wishing to poke its own eyes blind, the strong anxiety made it vulnerable, from Jiang Xueming's right arm, from the colorless and transparent VENOM core came the wailing of dead souls, all of this Almost made it inaudible.

Send him somewhere else! Send him somewhere else!

Never let him find me! To run away!

This is the final thought of the Fool. Colonel Tom is the genetic prototype of the Falcon, and different versions of the Falcon form the Fool's thinking model. Confrontational.

The instructors of the Foehn Division have never seen the power of Wumingshi, nor have they witnessed Wumingshi's illustrious military exploits.

In the mind of the jester, everything about the Crazy Butterfly Sacred Church is terrifying, bizarre, and sad. Hundreds of major questions are derived from it to form its question bank. The correction and torture of human thinking is based on this set of spirits. on the system of attack.

Including views on love, values, views on life and death, social studies, morals and customs, etc., endless torture will destroy the spiritual world of ordinary people. When people start to protect themselves, they are forced to make choices—like a train coming to save someone or save them. Five such commonplace moral pitfalls abound.

But for Xueming, such questions can't help him.

Any horror content about human flesh trading, he has a strong mind dedicated to dealing with fallacies and heresies.

If only one mouth could make Wuming's battle king lose his will to fight, Xue Ming wouldn't be able to make it to where he is today, and he wouldn't be able to survive the six years of fighting everywhere.

So in the eyes of the jester, this unknown soldier is not like a normal Homo sapiens, and Jiang Xueming is more like a monster. This monster is more curious and terrifying than the Weta-branded products recorded in various modules and experiences, and it almost violates the natural principles of Shinto City.

In the duel environment constructed by [Return of Spring·一阳来复], the jester was completely defeated and had no strength to fight back. It fled to the No. 0 community in other cities. Only by destroying its hardware servo can it be completely killed .

At this moment, it left this big trouble to Kurome Senju. I hope that the female Bodhisattva in the bank can subdue this monster, and can identify Jiang Xueming's real body through element analysis, module disassembly and other operations.

After the basilisk disappeared without a trace, Xue Ming began to explore the torture room.

The building is divided into three floors, with more than 300 VIP single rooms. In a dark environment, he walked to a prison door and looked in through the observation window. There was a faint light source.

There was a child locked in the room, about eight years old, a boy.

The light source comes from the TV set in front of the child. The model of the TV is the same as that of the jester's head, and it is marked with the logo of Toshiba Integrated Electronics. It is presumed that these children are Nokaka and Yuguang, and there are many thinking models of the Rangers.

They want to be brainwashed by instructor Tom. Soldiers with problems in thinking must be locked in the torture room to answer questions repeatedly and recalibrate the basic logic of the electronic brain.

As Falcon retreated, the screen on the TV also became white. Xueming walked all the way forward, and the children in the sixteen cells on the left side of the torture room were different, wearing hospital gowns,

Some mental models also regained part of their consciousness, and when they met Xue Ming's eyes, they immediately began to scream in terror—as if recalling their previous experiences.

During the security missions in the Guandong City, these children manipulated the skeletons and died in Xueming's hands again and again.

Until they have mental trauma that cannot be healed in a short period of time, and they have hysterical and manic symptoms in the bliss space, some people will be sent to the healing department for recuperation, and some people will undergo surgery to delete data like removing the frontal lobe, and they need to invest again The mental model of combat has to be sent to the torture room to forcibly correct the personality.

Xue Ming ignored these electronic ghosts, he never regarded these children as human beings——

——They look like children, but most of the mental models have survived for more than half a century through copying and pasting.

These weird electronic ghosts are mentally fragile in the blissful space. At this moment, they seem to be weak and howling, but they only need to cooperate with drug treatment and thinking correction. After a while, they will change their appearance again and become actions in the real world. Soldiers who kill with guns.

Xue Ming didn't do anything, thinking carefully in his heart, suddenly felt a little ridiculous.

For the ghosts in Elysium, the skeletons in the real world are their game characters, and they can be resurrected through various arsenals and assembly workshops, which is the opposite of the video games in the mundane world.

For these electronic ghosts, Elysium is their real hometown. The physical bodies produced in Shendao City are like game characters purchased with virtual currency.

Continuing to walk all the way, Xue Ming came to the exit of the torture room.

It was a very simple rolling gate, like a large warehouse converted into a prison.

He couldn't find water and electricity pipelines and gates in this community, and he couldn't do other operations in this community. He didn't have the authority to shut down the jester's amusement park, so he opened the gate and wanted to leave here.

The moment he stepped out of the official community, his body lightened, and he smelled a strong fragrance of flowers in his nostrils. Walking two steps forward, the strong light made him unable to open his eyes, and when he looked back, there was nothing behind him, and the jester's torture room disappeared out of thin air, as if it had never existed.

The touch from the soles of the shoes was more like stepping on soft mud, which made him wonder—where did he run to? How can we escape from this strange cyberspace?

He thought about a lot of things, and for a moment he became vulnerable.

What if I can't get out for the rest of my life?

His wife and children are still waiting for him

But Xue Ming was relieved very quickly, because the same is true for many unknown plots, there are countless senior passengers, there are countless VIPs, there are countless seniors who go to dangerous places that the railways cannot reach, maybe they just go forward If you take one step further, you will never come back.

I hope that the blessing of the BOSS, and that the iron law that fate favors the brave will still be valid in this ghostly place

As he thought so in his heart, the scenery in front of him gradually became clearer.

The phantom light that permeated the surroundings slowly dimmed, and the mountains in the distance were undulating, and patches of moss were clinging to the rocky slopes. The mountain connects the sky and the earth.

He was in front of the torii gate of a temple at this time. On both sides of the road were layers of giant trees. These cedar trees were almost 80 meters high. Xue Ming knew this species—all of them could live for more than 3,000 years old tree.

There is an earthy smell in the air, and moist and warm water vapor pours into the nostrils, carrying the pollen scent of wild flowers on both sides of the road. Looking forward, a nearly 100-meter-long steep terrace spreads forward, and scattered sunlight casts from the cracks in the leaves, turning into ten thousand stars on the steps.

The strong light that covered his eyes just now should be the phantom sun shining directly from the mountains behind him.

Xueming turned his head to look carefully, and then walked about fifty meters to the foot of the mountain, there were gulls flying up and down on the beach covered with white sand, clinging to the old branches of fir trees for a while, and flying to the shallow sea for a while. fishing boat.

There is no road behind, only an endless sea, and two artificial islands far away, which are in the shape of Haitang Bay and Akita Islet.

On both sides of the ramp in front of you, there are strings of blessing wooden strips hanging on the archway of the torii, like rich ears of wheat hanging on the benches in the pavilion.

Beside the stone chair, there are two solemn statues of gods, one is the god of thunder, and the other is the god of wind.

In the neighborhood brochure of Shinto City, Xue Ming had seen these two gods——

——They are Shufeng and Haifeng, divided into images of warriors and ninjas, who can manipulate rain, dew and wind and clouds.

Looking forward from the torii, there are huge statues of gods built on the verdant green mountains, and in the temples as tall as cedar trees, there are lifelike female Bodhisattvas reclining.

That is Black Eyed Thousand Hands, who is also the rescuer invited by the jester.

Like the Zizai dharmakaya seen by Meteor, it is a huge image of the seven gods of good fortune, holding a precious carp in his arms, wearing a hunting suit, carrying a pipa on his back, and a huge figure with a white crane standing beside him.

She was lying in the temple, even if Xueming was a hundred meters away from the female Bodhisattva, she could still see her lying on the ground. The pagoda in front of her was the landmark of the temple.

The road guide of the torii states the name of the temple - it is called Kanto Lingtai Fushan Temple.

Xueming thought to himself, it seems that if he doesn't clear this place, he won't be able to get out.

He called the VENOM mechanism again, turned on the HUD and knocked hard on the wake-up service a few times, but there was no response at all, and he couldn't wake up—so he thought in his heart, unless he was tired of beating these gods, he would wake up. Let him drive out of this blissful space.

Go all the way forward and climb up the stone steps of the mountain road.

At first Xueming didn’t feel anything unusual, his inspiration was still keen, and when he observed the fir trees and mountains around, he would still be amazed in his heart, these environmental landscapes could almost be confused with the real ones, if it wasn’t for the index page of the wake-up VENOM mechanism to remind him all the time, tell him what’s going on around him. The fact that he was in an illusion—he might really think that he was in some unknown mountainous area in Japan.

Later, as he walked, he began to realize that things were not quite right.

After climbing up a dozen or so steps, he felt that his brain was not bright enough and his body was not in control. So he immediately stopped and crouched in place.

After waiting for half a minute, the surrounding area was still surrounded by the sound of birds and flowers, and the wind and the sea were calm, only the sound of Sanskrit bells and drums from the temple in the distance, and the rustling of animals, snakes and insects in the mountains touching dead leaves.

Xue Ming instinctively took a step back, and when going back and forth, Lu lowered his head and glanced, but his face changed drastically and his pupils trembled.

——Why did the shoes get bigger?

He was surprised to find that the shoes he wore for more than a thousand days and nights on weekdays were a whole circle bigger at this moment. It was no wonder that his steps were loose and his body was out of balance.

He reached out to touch the wide upper, and saw the crumpled cuffs of the white shirt hanging on his fingertips, covering his whole hand.

——Why did the clothes get bigger?

He finally came back to his senses and woke up from the shock, only to realize that not only the shoes, shirt and overalls, but also all the clothes on his body had grown a full circle!

"No! It's not getting bigger!"

Xue Ming covered his face, but he couldn't feel the slightest bit of beard. The palm protruding from the cuff looked smooth and white, and even the knuckles became pink and tender.

"I'm getting smaller! I'm getting smaller?!"

Without a mirror as a reference, he had no idea what had happened to the soft skeleton.

Is there a problem with this path? Is it the soul power attack of Black Eyed Thousand Hands?

What the hell happened? !

He can touch the hair on the top of his head, which is different from the clean and neat cropped hair in the past. The originally thick, dark hair has also become soft, like the slender and smooth hair of a child.

The clothes looked baggy on this frail body, and he couldn't stretch his hands and feet, so naturally his hands and feet couldn't be controlled. Like being in a cloth bag.

When tidying up the messy shoelaces, Xue Ming's eyes changed, and then he saw the footprints on the ten stone steps.

There were puddles of mud, the marks left by his shoes stained with wet mud and stepped on the steps. It seemed that the marks were getting shallower and lighter all the way up.

In the dark yellow muddy marks, there are still coin-sized water stains, which are like a mirror, reflecting Xue Ming's immature and young face.

This face is both familiar and unfamiliar, because he can't remember what he looked like when he was a child, and there are no photos or videos as evidence.

Perhaps when 9527 saw this scene, the madness index would break the meter in an instant, consistent with the wording of her husband's answer to the jester before—it was the ecstasy of running to the prison while shouting that he wanted to eat the child.

Xueming murmured: "I saw a ghost."

A child's voice came out of his throat, which confirmed his current state from the side. He was indeed a child who was only ten years old and seemed a little malnourished.

He tied up the trouser legs, tore off the excess fabric from the seams, tied up the overalls more firmly, opened the top of the trousers and looked down—the little brother also returned to his childhood with this soft prosthetic skeleton state.

With a strange expression on Xue Ming's face, he cursed secretly.

"Depend on!"

He rolled up the cuffs of his shirt, took off his ill-fitting shoes, tied the laces of his overgrown hair, and continued to climb. After taking a few steps, making sure that my body won't get smaller anymore, I finally feel at ease.

On the cement floor near the temple, there were two kerosene lamps on the left and right to greet him. The shrine in the temple in the distance smelled of incense, and wisps of green smoke floated out of it, flying only ten meters away. Dissipated without a trace.

The black-eyed, thousand-armed colossus was motionless, as if asleep.

Xue Ming scratched the back of her head, but she didn't know what kind of medicine this female Bodhisattva sold in her gourd. If she wanted to use this body to destroy the statue, it might not be an easy task.

A nightingale or two flew over the cedar branches of the woodland, and Yukimi's frail figure was reflected in their eyes--transmitting to the Fool the image of Kuromesenju's official community.

At this moment, the jester has fled to another city, observing all this secretly through the broadcast perspective.

He looked excited, his face was ferocious, and he was muttering words.

"This is the special ability of [Colorful Flowers·Thousands of Reds]! Jiang Xueming!"

"You will go back to being eight years old! Powerless eight years old! Innocent and childish eight years old!"

"In this state, you can't do anything!"

"Lost in the loving and gentle embrace of Kurome Senshou, let go of all guards."

"Give up your memories! Be the foam of the sea!"

"become a real"

"Real kids!"