Abyss Express

On the tree-lined road in Chenguang County, Marley Perot, who has just grown up, is sitting in front of the park promenade——

——Same as his mother, he has beautiful dark red hair, handsome facial features and a majestic demeanor.

Holding Hemingway's book "A Farewell to Arms", he sprinkled dappled sunlight from among the leaves, illuminating his thoughts and philosophies together with the street lamps.

In Marley's impression, this small county is much poorer than the capital. There is no public toilet in the western suburb park, and his female companion can only find a small grass nearby to solve her physical problems.

After closing the pages, Marley raised his head slightly and noticed that his little girlfriend had returned.

"Yukiko, what are you looking for?"

A little girl of Japanese descent came out from the guardrail. She was Marley's girlfriend in name. She was holding up her trousers with a face full of embarrassment.

"You can't even find a public toilet in this damn place, Marley, why did you bring me here?"

Marley: "You're the one to follow."

Yukiko clutched her belt buckle and sat next to her little boyfriend with a red face: "What nonsense are you talking about! You are my boyfriend! Of course I will go wherever you go!"

Marley didn't answer, showing an impatient expression.

Yukiko yelled, pointing at the landscape of the park.

"I can't see a single person, it's like a modern countryside."

"You can see the sun in Chenguang County at five o'clock in the morning." Marley explained tirelessly, "I came here just to watch the sunrise."

"Why don't you go to District 40? You can also go to District 42!" Yukiko couldn't understand her boyfriend's brain circuit.

Marley went on to explain: "The contestants of Fairy Tale Kingdom are from Chenguang County. I want to experience the environment here. As for you? Why do you follow me? Don't you have your own life?"

Yukiko was full of surprise: "You bastard! Have you never regarded me as a lover?"

"I've told you from the beginning that this relationship is an excuse to deal with my parents." Marley turned his head and looked condescendingly at the girl's house next to him, "I don't have to make video calls to my family every week , with more personal space.”

"No need to deal with the solicitation of university clubs, no need to participate in social communication."

"As long as I concentrate on studying and competing with knights, my younger brother Groba can get more attention from his father and mother."

"As a reward, I will give you 860 pyroxene coins every month to buy my freedom."

"You don't have to reveal our intimate relationship to anyone. When my parents insist on talking to you, you can deal with it with a cold attitude. It's also convenient for [breaking up] with me in the future—"

Yukiko just lowered her head at first, shaking her hair uneasily, and then roared loudly: "What do you think of me?!"

The shrill female voice spread far and far along the boulevard——

——The distance between Marley and Yukiko is very, very close.

For a moment, the kid was in a trance, as if he couldn't understand what was going on in the girl's mind.

Isn't this a good business? Could it be that the monthly pocket money is less?

In the 41st district, 860 pyroxene coins per month are enough to support the food expenses of a college student. For Yukiko, the usual expenses of eating and drinking are saved.

"You bastard." Yukiko was so excited that she spoke her mother tongue angrily, "You bastard has never thought about it, never thought about it."

Her face was flushed with qi and blood, and her expression was coy and artificial, shy and sad.

"You never thought that I really like you! Do you love you?!"

"I haven't thought about it." Mary Perrault's mood was calm, almost unchanged, like a piece of ice——

——He ran towards Anonymous, learning knight combat skills deeply, and in order to get rid of his father's overly strong desire to control, he went to District 41 to study.

The gunsmith was the person he admired and respected the most.

Marley was fascinated by the emotional control of the unnamed legendary figure.

Being able to fight against the students of the gunsmith is an adventure that Marley Perrault would wake up with a smile in his dreams.

But what did this silly woman say just now?

She seems to want to fake the show for real? Tell me about vigorous love?

"Why do you think so, Yukiko?"

Marley couldn't understand it, only felt horror.

"Why? Since March, I have given you more than 7,000 yuan. Isn't this money enough? It's just a show for me"

He began to panic, and dark thoughts reflected in his heart.

"Do you still want me to be by your side? Waste precious time walking with you, telling you love words, providing you with emotional value, we cook together, sleep together, eat and live according to your daily routine, and plan for me life?"

It was as if there was a cage, and Marley was locked in it tightly.

"Why? What the hell have I done?"

Yukiko was stunned——

——She just thinks that Marley Perot is a very good young man. He looks so serious and reliable. He usually doesn't like to talk, and he is well-dressed and neat.

At first, when Marley and Yukiko used money to maintain this relationship, she wondered more than once whether it was possible to make a fake show, but after waiting day after day, day after day, it seemed that the relationship between them was really just a director. There is no progress in the employment relationship with the actor.

Until one hundred and twenty days later, she became more and more curious, more and more itchy, and doubted her femininity more than once. Finally fell in love unilaterally, in a dream with this familiar yet unfamiliar robust guy, and when he woke up, he saw in the mirror that his hair was messed up, his face was peachy and his cheeks were flushed, and he finally realized that something was wrong.

—It was like being under a wonderful hypnotic spell.

Yukiko was sure that she loved Marley Perrault deeply, even if the young man hadn't said a few intimate words to her.

She wanted to get closer and closer to Marley, so she started from the trip to Chenguang County, trying to break the ice between the two of them. But just now, Mary Perot took an ice ax and split her heart in two.

"I am a selfish person." Marley Perrault said with a pouted mouth: "I hope to be able to improve myself and have more private space in the most brilliant and beautiful youth in my life. , I'm sorry, Yukiko - I don't have a place for you in my life."

"Bastard!" Yukiko scolded, "You bastard! Big bastard! Worst! Worst bastard!"

She didn't leave, she was still sitting on the chair, releasing her anger at Marley Perrault beside her.

"Bastard! Bastard thing! Dirty bastard! You."

"It's a pity" Marley only felt troublesome, and he would explain again and again: "You start to make me feel sick, do I ask a person for a precious treasure, and if he doesn't give it to me, I'm going to insult him? That's reasonable Yukiko, love and freedom are the most precious treasures in the world."

Yukiko suddenly lost her mind, and finally shed tears of disappointment, her shoulders twitched, as if she had lost a very important stage goal in her life.

Her two arms don't know where to put them, the belt buckle is broken, and like everything else that happened today, it doesn't give her any favors, and walking back to the traffic station is a huge problem.

"Give it to me, please," said Marley Perrault, asking for the belt from his companion.

Yukiko still felt a little bit of unwillingness in her heart, and she said, "Please?! You still say please? My God! You are so polite! You are so personable! It makes me feel ashamed!"

Marley Perrault: "I could try to fix it."

Without further ado, Yukiko pulled out the buckle belt from her waist, slapped Marley's hand, folded her arms and began to wipe her tears angrily, muttering in a low voice while crying, saying something Marley couldn't understand Japanese.

Marley Perrault began to tinker with the buckles, carefully removing the decorations, exposing the worn and broken buckles, and casually gave up the lunch box sent by his parents, and put Hemingway's works as insulation pads between the two of them.

"My mother made it, and you can eat it if you're hungry."

Yukiko replied loudly: "Why are you so nice to me?! I'm not your girlfriend! Director, I have money, so I will buy it myself!"

"Last night, thank you for your willingness to cooperate with me and deal with my parents together." While repairing the buckle, Marley took out tools from the gun maintenance bag beside him, chatting with Yukiko about his kindness, wanting to comfort her. Girl: "They have a strong desire to control. If there is no outsider like you, I will quarrel with my family again."

Yukiko pursed her lips, clasped her hands together, and her tone softened: "You hate your parents so much? Why didn't you say it clearly? If you hate it, you hate it! If you like it, you like it! It's so strange to pretend to like it if you don't like it!"

Marley Perrault replied, "But what about my brother?"

This sentence made Yukiko silent. She didn't know what the family that Marley Perot had been avoiding and resisting was like.

"Before I entered high school, my spiritual essence was controlled by my father, and my physical essence was manipulated by my mother-they decided my bookshelf, my recipes, my life schedule and hobbies."

"My family obviously doesn't have much money, and I can't be regarded as a nobleman, but my father and mother have to train me with noble standards. It seems that by doing so, I, Marley Perrault, will truly become a noble person and become rich. , will take them to heaven with chickens and dogs—this is a ritual.”

"If I leave silently, my younger brother Groba may also suffer this cruel punishment."

"So Yukiko, can you give me the answer? I originally thought that as long as I can join a certain club during my college career, work and study to get a salary, and after I become financially independent, I will wait until Groba is also admitted to college. , I will take him to work in a distant place and live in another city. Occasionally I will come back to visit my parents."

"But the reality tells me that in order to accomplish these things, I must always stay focused and spend plenty of time with myself—I am poor, very, very poor, and all my essence must be given to myself, against my negative emotions, against my parents The pressure, and now you have to engage in a love struggle with me, which I did not expect."

Yukiko has nothing to say, she is not a daughter of a wealthy family, let alone the ability to solve problems directly with money. Holding the lunch box silently, she suddenly felt that Marley Perrault was a poor person, far more pitiful than her who had lost her love.

Because she can lose many Marley Perraults, and have many, many, very crying love affairs, whether it is false lovesickness or true love, this is her freedom.

But there will never be another Miss Yukiko in Marley Perrault's life—

——He looks decent, tidy and handsome, but just the word [family] can turn this mentally healthy red-haired guy into an earthworm. In order to avoid the scorching sun, he had to struggle hard in the mud and had to leave Something many of their peers should have had.

"Eat it." Yukiko grabbed the hamburger and handed it to the busy Marley Perot, "You said that the food made by Aunt Nana is delicious—I'd better leave it to you."

Marley packed the buckle, inserted the teeth into the belt, and returned it to Yukiko. He was not polite at all, he never regarded Yukiko as a woman, he didn't say a word in the scene of prevarication, and reached out to get the hamburger.

"Thanks."

Yukiko added a condition: "No, I have to feed you."

Marley looked into Yukiko's eyes, not knowing what to say—

——The brown pupils of the Asian showed psychedelic spots between the leaves. He stared at these pupils for a long time, feeling as if he had passed away.

The tomato slices and pickles in the lunch box are neatly stacked, and the sauce is placed in the small grid. Nana's mother specially made the plate for her son. She knows that her son likes to be clean, and the food should be divided equally. .

In the early morning of summer, Cicada and the crickets started arguing, like a concert, mixed with the sound of water dripping from the small fountain beside the slide in the farther part of the park, every minute and every second accompanied by the sun, the grass in the air The taste of the leaves has a kind of refreshing beauty.

Marley finally moved. He opened his mouth, leaned forward and took a bite.

I heard Yukiko's question in my ear——

"—Marley, I just thought, I'll save the money you give me every month."

"When it's time for graduation, shall we go on a trip?"

"Travel to the surface world, go to Tokyo, go to Mount Fuji, go to hot springs and play table tennis."

"Can I buy a few days of your time for money?"

From the sandwich of the hamburger bun, a ball of tender and delicious meat rolled into Marley Perrault's mouthpiece.

When he came to his senses, he was already unable to speak, something blocked his pharynx, and rushed along the tip of his tongue all the way to the esophagus!

His face was livid, his eyes were absent-minded, and his hands and feet became weak all of a sudden. He wanted to break free from Yukiko's hand, but he couldn't move his palm from the belt buckle!

A fishy-sweet aroma came out of his throat and nostrils, and everything became psychedelic and distorted. At this moment, a straight tree-lined path turned into a twisted and twisted mountain road in Marley's eyes. He could only stand stiffly. , waiting for the elixir to take away his consciousness.

Under Yukiko, there was still the girl who seemed to be unrestrained and enthusiastic, but was actually shy.

For a moment, she arrogantly thought that she could continue the relationship, that she could turn magic into miracles with various travel rituals.

"Marley Perrault, you're always telling me how horrible your home is, and have you ever thought about—finding a new one?"

The sun shines on the tree-lined road, and the sunrise in Chenguang County is very similar to the sunset. The air in the sky reunited, scattered and gathered again, turning into bright red fire clouds, like warm and bright roses.

When Marley Perrault woke up from a strong sense of hunger and regained the slightest sense of being a human being, at that moment, the wonderful taste experience from the smoothness and flexibility in his mouth made him happy, almost to the extreme.

The sun passed over the leaves of the tree-lined avenue, and the bridge that diverted the aqueduct to the inland river from far away cast bright red light from the other side of the sky, stretching his shadow long.

He finally fully opened his eyes and blinked vigorously. The color of his pupils changed from gold to red, and slowly turned completely red.

The aroma of food was still stimulating his nerves, and he could feel Yukiko still holding his hand tightly - that kind of strong attachment and deep love would not lie.

It wasn't until he turned his head that he finally found that his female companion sitting on the bench had only one hand left.

There was only one fleshy palm that held the belt buckle tightly and held him tightly. The white broken bones were exposed, and there were fine and terrifying tooth marks left on the bloody and bloody broken bones. From the back of the chair There was no blood on his face, nor any clothes, as if he had disappeared out of thin air.

Mary Perrault's mental state fell into extreme shock, extreme anger, and extreme fear.

He couldn't utter a word, his pupils were trembling violently, and there was a low and low hungry roar from his belly. It seemed that the hunger had just left and hadn't gone far.

There are some bloodstains near the seat surface of the broken palm, which are the marks left by the tongue licking the white plastic chair. The disc operation was strictly implemented without leaving any food residue.

Mary Perrault's sanity was still stuck on Yukiko's last sentence.

"Shall we go on a trip?"

He could see the twisted long tongue that flickered beyond the palm of his left hand, and the scarlet eye lines on the thumb's Venus meat mound gradually dissipating—the brain finally started to work, and he responded.

"good"