Abyss Express

Chapter 441 Act.3 Wings of Light·Wings of Light

Foreword:

Where your passion lies is also where your ability lies.

Dale Carnegie丨The Weakness of Human Nature

[Part ① Young Eagle]

"I'm going to hold a spirit awakening ceremony." Jason Megan said so, and took out the psionic catalyst in his big backpack, "You get ready."

The so-called spirit awakening ceremony is the unique witchcraft of psykers. It refers to many induction spells in mysticism, and can use various methods to amplify inspiration and search for spirit bodies.

Jiang Xueming spread her hands and shrugged——

"—I'm ready."

Jason Megan looked demented: "What are you ready for?"

Jiang Xueming immediately asked: "Is there anything else to prepare?"

The two stared at each other, and no one continued to speak for a long time.

Jason Meghan, in all his bitterness, started yelling.

"My boss! I'm going to wake up now! I'm calling back my soul! Can you be more serious!"

According to the basic classification of spirits, there are four types: wandering spirits, supervising spirits, tower spirits, and evil spirits——

——Whether it is the mundane world or the underground world, people with inspiration can collectively call them ghosts, and they can perceive the phenomenon of soul haunting.

Jason is now going to summon the spirit body, and this half-baked Qingjin can only do the ritual of awakening the spirit, and he hasn't had time to learn the two volumes of the book of keeping the spirit and the book of sending the spirit.

He hoped that Jiang Xueming would have some countermeasures. If evil spirits were summoned, the two morpho butterflies would not be afraid of spiritual disasters, but outside the Xijiao Park is the residential area of ​​Chenguang County, and it will be a big deal if the disaster spills over.

He took great pains to explain all the details in the spirit book to Jiang Xueming.

Jiang Xueming finally figured it out after listening for a long time.

"Oh! That is to say, you are not sure, are you?"

Jason: "Well, so to speak."

Jiang Xueming: "You want me to do some tricks?"

Jason: "Yes, I'm not good at learning. Last time I used this method to investigate the case, it caused a ghost in a nursing home for four months. The retired senior cadres of the entire Transportation Department learned how to play disco during the disaster. None of the grandparents ran away, and they had the wonderful experience of being possessed by the ghost dancer king."

Jiang Xueming: "Success, you wait."

During the time Mr. Jason was taking the perfume bottle, less than half a minute later, Jiang Xueming yelled [Fragrant Fantasy]—the almighty steel Doraemon fixed a weapon for Xue Ming.

The streetlight racks in Xijiao Park are gone, replaced by iron filings and steel flowers all over the ground.

Xue Ming pulled the slide to load it, disassembled the firearm, and poured some peanut oil into it—he touched a small bottle while eating breakfast.

With the sound of the sleeve reset, the silver bullet called the bolt to push into the muzzle.

"I'm ready, brother."

Jason raised his head and took a look, his eyes were filled with incredulity——

——He only knows that gunsmiths rub props very quickly, and he has also rubbed M1900 guns with a relatively simple structure before.

But what is in his hand now?

It was a Jericho 941 automatic pistol, also known as the Desert Eagle.

The whole gun has rough knife patterns, and it hasn't had time to be sandblasted, but the gun looks good. Judging from the yin and yang rifling of the muzzle, it uses 10mm bullets. How did the bullets come from?

Let’s look at a vague phantom looming behind the gunsmith. Fragrant Dream’s arm has become a chisel and mold for stamping bullet casings. It is two fists facing each other, hitting the bullet casings one by one. Before these semi-finished products hit the ground, they are called flexible tail curls Go, pour out granular powder from the thermos bottle in your pocket, put it on, and press it into the primer and steel warhead.

After making more than twenty bullets, Fragrant Dream seemed to be assimilated by Jason Megan, and she also began to show the eyes of a resentful woman.

Jason stuttered a little: "I finally understand why the polarizing sextant gave your intracranial contraband index an out-of-spec score."

The gunsmith's head was indeed full of contraband, and ninety percent of the things that Fragrant Huanmeng rubbed out couldn't pass the security check.

"Stop talking nonsense, hurry up and start." Jiang Xueming urged, according to the gun warning: "It was originally made for my student Daniel. I have been studying the design drawings for the past few days, but he didn't use it. I used it first. There's no surprise there - where the passion is, there's the ability."

This young Eagle uses 10mm ammunition and has a muzzle velocity of more than 400 meters per second. It is a powerful pistol with excellent performance. It has the blood of CZ-75 and the charm of Sand Eagle.

It doesn't suit the build of a gunsmith, it suits Daniel's wingspan better.

"What if guns can't deal with spirits?" Jason asked.

Gunsmith: "Call out Fragrant Dream, ask it if it has eaten, and punch me if it doesn't eat."

At this time, Jason Megan suddenly felt that the gunsmith had changed——

——The gunsmith in his twenties is still a taciturn and timid boy. After the age of thirty, the gunsmith's beard grows very fast, and with that inexplicably simple and honest demeanor, he already has a bit of comedian temperament, and can follow the route of a comedian.

Jason didn't say much. With the speed and power of Fragrant Dream, it shouldn't be a big problem to really attract evil spirits.

He started to work, pouring the oil in the perfume bottle into the experimental vessel, repeatedly merging and heating up, and volatilizing the rich and sweet liquid vapor.

At this time, Jiang Xueming could feel a subtle change in the nearby psionic tide——

——The fluctuating spiritual power that had been faintly present began to become intense, as if guided by the aromatherapy of medicinal liquid.

There is a layer of mist on the boulevard, and it gradually becomes solidified, drifting with the warm wind one after another, trying to gather in one place.

"Something!" The gunsmith licked Brother Jason's waist, full of praise for this spell: "You should go to Galahad earlier to learn, can we save a lot of time in hunting for the enemy on our expedition? ?”

"How can it be so easy?" Jason Megan replied impatiently: "This is a delicate job. The spirit body is very sensitive to the environment. It is not that simple to activate the spirit on the site of the Mad Butterfly Sacred Church. Please keep your voice down." Son, keep quiet."

After half a minute, Jason's big golden wolf eyes began to follow the flickering light source, searching for signs of the spirit body.

The surrounding electric and magnetic fields also became less stable, and the electric box in the distance made crackling noises.

Jiang Xueming didn't know much about this kind of ritual, and he didn't know very well—in the secret library, his learning focus was always on "All Things Cracked", and he was thinking about how to turn living things into dead, and he seldom cared about how to make the dead speak. .

"Is there something coming?"

Jason Megan held the thick parchment scroll and said while checking the information: "I don't know, it should have a specific form. If it is buried alive, it is a spirit body with sand and stone as the medium."

"If it's drowned, it needs some water to make it visible."

"If it was burned to death, there must be a corresponding medium."

There is a viewing lake in the western suburbs park, the power system can act as a heat source medium, and there is a sandy field next to the swing slide not far away. After all, this spirit body should have been born naturally. According to Jason's experience, the strong psionic tide can even Affecting the public power facilities of the park, the spirit body should have appeared long ago.

There seems to be only one answer left.

Jiang Xueming: "It was eaten."

Jason Megan frowned, and nodded silently.

Jiang Xueming: "It was swallowed alive. While maintaining consciousness, it was swallowed by the blood donor unit."

The thread seems to break off here——

——If you want to find the mysterious person behind Mary Perrault, you can't get around this boulevard.

The two exchanged information, and years of experience hunting mad butterflies made them agree that Marley Perrault held the [Communion] here, which is the ceremony of eating the first bite of human flesh.

The victim is most likely Marley Perot's little girlfriend. The name on the ticket record is Yukiko Haruta, a girl of Japanese descent.

If you want to investigate Yukiko's family, you may not get any useful information.

If you rashly go to Marley Perot's hometown and go to District 40 to inquire about news, you will be back to the original dilemma-Marley Perot's parents are likely to be under control. Near Mary Perrault's ancestral home, Anonymous' search intentions would immediately be revealed.

To catch an unsuspecting criminal, you have to be very careful. If you let the enemy escape, trying to chase the crazy butterfly in the complicated railway system is really looking for a needle in a haystack, and the damage caused is immeasurable.

In the past, the Anonymous rarely fought this kind of battle. They always broke into the enemy's territory, went deep into the dragon's pool and tiger's lair to fight away, and burned, killed and looted without any worries.

Jason Megan murmured to himself: "If we could know their names, we would be able to pinpoint their approximate locations. Unfortunately, no one even knows the names of the enemies now, so there's no way to find out."

Jiang Xueming: "If it's just a remnant of the Crazy Butterfly Sect, that's okay—but judging from the characteristics of Marley Perot's essence, he has become the [Wing of Light] of the Immortal."

Wings of Light - The Eternals use falcons as their totems, and the wings they spread out are their wings.

The holy blood can maintain the organizational structure of the Mad Butterfly Sect, and different formulas can produce blood-granting units with different signs.

The elixir and secret medicine prepared by the immortals themselves is that they have improved the old formula for who knows how many years, and the monster they created is only one step away from turning into a butterfly. When Conquer Johnny was seriously injured and dying, his body had the characteristics of bird feathers and an eagle beak, and he was almost beaten back to his original shape by the gunsmith. This also means that the leader of the Eros and Mercy Society is the direct lackey of the Eternal Life, the [Wing of Light].

The spirit body of Foehn has the characteristics of a cuckoo bird. The researchers of the secret library are particularly concerned about this point. They have tried to link the tragedy in Shinto City—but there is no direct evidence to prove that Foehn was ever helped by the immortals.

"Wait a moment."

Just when Jason Megan was about to pack up the psychic props and find another way. Jiang Xueming sent the experimental utensils back to the oil lamp, and the scented water vapor continued to radiate out.

[Part② Tiger Eyes Wide Open]

The darkness is getting thicker and thicker, like mellow wine, attracting wandering ghosts from afar.

After a while, a group of sticky and wet water plants climbed up from the wharf of the viewing lake, including old mud and rotten bones.

When it stepped on the soft wooden board, the domestic garbage deposited at the bottom of the lake gave off a stench, and the tattered plastic bag tightly wrapped its belly, and the limbs that could barely be called "legs" exposed green aluminum flakes. Some decaying soda cans make up its joints.

Dense snail shells are arranged between its chest and abdomen, and a piece of soft-shelled turtle bone becomes its abdominal muscle line.

It was babbling, and the two fresh water plants on the lower jaw involved the collarbone and the crooked shoulders. It suffered a very severe impact during its lifetime. It seemed to be fighting some kind of monster at the bottom of the water, and finally died in the lake.

Its skull was damaged, and black mud and sewage kept oozing out. It tilted its head and poured down the fish bones that crossed its skull. Finally, the waste water in its brain was emptied, and its eyes emitted faint green light. Fire, wake up.

The undead let out a sharp roar, which suddenly aroused the waterfowl on both sides of the river bank, and the ducks and egrets fled in panic to the depths of the dense forest.

It walked towards the tree-lined road step by step, and with each step, the soles of its feet became more and more complete. You could see the gravel, road, dust and mud climbing up its torso, gradually filling the shell full of holes, but the shape was not much better. , It's nothing more than a little white mushy muscle on the skeleton frame.

Neither Jason nor Jiang Xueming spoke——

— The reason Jason didn't speak was because he was a little scared.

The reason Jiang Xueming didn't speak was that Jason didn't let him speak, and he didn't know whether to speak at this time.

When the undead came to the stove oil lamp in the spirit raising ceremony, he kicked the ritual props away.

Only then did Jason come to his senses: "WTF!!! Do you know how expensive this thing is!"

The undead lowered his body and roared at Jason, a piercing and sharp scream came from the swollen and deformed festering mouthpiece.

Jason's eyes turned red immediately: "You want to scare me? Just kicked away the catalyst I spent more than 40,000 yuan to buy? That's it?"

Before the undead could speak—

——Jason was furious, took off his clothes, covered the water ghost with his jacket, and began to beat him violently.

"What the fuck! And a whole set of Potions crafting vessels! I'll fucking fuck you!"

"If you want to frighten me! The only scary thing about it I tell you is that I'll be scolded for another half hour!"

Jiang Xueming was dazed and didn't dare to speak. Maybe this was part of the awakening ceremony and it was inconvenient to disturb Master Jason.

Jason fished back both the oil lamp and the catalyst. Fortunately, they were not damaged, but unfortunately, the oil and medicine were polluted. When the water ghost stepped down, half a catty of mud fell into the container, leaving seven More than ten milligrams of spices are scrapped.

"Look what you've done! Look! Look!"

Jason grabbed his clothes and lifted the water ghost's head.

"Mud! Grass leaves! Dust! Soda cans! Chewing gum! And fucking condoms?!"

"WTF?!"

"I didn't know that what I learned was the ceremony of summoning the garbage man! I obviously held the ritual of raising the spirit, why did I summon a garbage man?"

"Do you think you're scary?"

Jason punched the water ghost violently on the head. There was still some water in the head, and it was shaken clean at this moment.

"I saw one like you when I was learning to swim at Boy Scout camp! There were four of them! Four!"

"Just like you—"

"—in a little puddle."

Mr. Jason showed contempt and exaggerated tone.

"Sitting in a row on a rotten log, they are the losers of life, picking up the cigarette butts we throw in the lake, and treating the cigarette butts as treasures."

"Why are you kicking me? Are you Brazilian? Does a water ghost still want to participate in the World Cup?"

"Ghosts still dream of football? My catalyst looks like a football?"

"You are so powerful, you can wow, oh oh! You can climb all the way from more than 50 meters of TM to me, and then kick my baby's catalyst to the sand!"

"From here! By the bench! Kick it into the sand! Good God it fell into the sand!"

"You can go to the disaster area to help the poor, you can go to the front line to move bricks, you can go to the Halloween special store as a model! You can do so many things! You can also help a magician who has no talent complete a big transformation into a living person. Wonderful magic trick in two stages. You can do so much! Such great things! Such incredible things!"

"Do I look like a down-and-out magician? So I'm a football coach?"

Jason finally took the jacket off the water ghost's head—

——At this time, the poor man summoned by the spirit awakening ceremony was pitiful, and his whole face collapsed. It turned around in a circle, just trying to restore the twisted and deformed neck.

After doing these things, it didn't say a word, it stopped yelling, and retreated back and forth.

Jason raised his head suddenly: "Where are you going? Do I allow you to go?"

The water ghost came back again, and took off the big octopus bone on his head, as if taking off his hat to apologize.

Jason pulled over the gunsmith, snatched the young eagle, and emotionally pulled the slide to reload it, ejecting all the loaded bullets.

"Clean all my beakers and test tubes! Otherwise, I'll send you to see Hades!"

Halfway through the bullet's flight, Jiang Xueming quickly grabbed it back, and pushed the muzzle away. When Jason Megan was talking about Hades, he couldn't help pointing the muzzle of the young eagle at Xueming.

"I ain't I don't. I."

It's embarrassing to say anything at this time. This undead is like a good baby. Putting on woven gloves, he packed up Jason's things by the public toilet, emptied every container of oily garbage, and finally broke the embarrassment pitifully.

The sound of water came out from its throat, and the vocal cords made of green algae trembled, accompanied by the sound of gurgling.

"can I go now?"

Xue Ming and Jason exchanged glances——

——The two drove the old water ghost onto the swing, like pushing the prisoner on a tiger stool. Immediately afterwards, he took out the diary and started the interrogation session.

"Have you noticed any abnormalities in the boulevard before?" Jason Megan asked focusing on the point: "Just four days ago, a pair of college students ran into the park, and the girl among them should have been killed."

The water ghost was holding on to the two swing wires, absent-minded and absent-minded.

"You haven't asked me about me and you don't care about me. You treat me like a prisoner."

The tone is quite naive——

——The gunsmith is also welcome.

At that moment, his eyes became terrified. It was the murderous aura emanating from the arrogant and virtuous essence when he met Xie Chong, his eyes almost turned into vertical pupils under the blessing of the soul power, and the tiger's eyes opened wide and the spirit pressed outward.

The cold air shot out like a sharp arrow, and Jason's whole body shivered.

After a while, the water ghost brother didn't speak.

Jiang Xueming packed up the spiritual pressure and asked Jason.

"What's wrong with it? You can ask it again, what's the attitude of this guy?"

Jason stepped forward to take a look, a little embarrassed——

"—tsk, wait. I'm stupefied."