Abyss Express

Foreword:

At the root of human nature is the longing for the appreciation of others.

Dale Carnegie丨The Weakness of Human Nature

[Part① New Toys]

"Mr. Jason."

The steward of the housekeeping department slumped by the shoe rack, still not understanding what happened——

——This reckless hotel employee was involved in the battle of the psykers. One second he was running wildly in the corridor, and the next second he came to the guest room.

"Mr. Jason, what's going on here?"

The manager is a middle-aged man with a fat body and a simple and honest face. From the staff badge of the customer service department, he can see a name that is easy to remember, called Boris Harman.

At this moment, Mr. Boris looked nervous, and with a smirk of a service attitude, he asked the famous lapis lazuli guards and the outstanding VIPs.

"Did you pull me into the room? Are you dissatisfied with the store? Or are you saying"

Jason Megan frowned and stood outside the children's room.

"Keep quiet! Boris Harman, keep quiet."

"It's really weird." Boris in charge could vaguely guess the truth of the matter——

——For the VIP to show such a stern expression, I am afraid that there are very terrible criminals in this room.

"I'm on a mission." Jason spoke extremely fast, trying to make the innocent victims realize the seriousness of the matter in the shortest possible time.

"Because you called out my real name, the enemy has already recognized my real body, but I can't blame you for this, it's because I didn't think carefully."

"We will be attacked by the power of the soul at any time. I'm afraid I can't protect you without my spirit body. You have to find a way to protect yourself."

"I know it's hard to stay sane in a situation like this, but fear just makes you lose control"

Before he finished speaking, Boris Harman's emotions almost collapsed.

For an ordinary person, a sudden change in spiritual pressure stimulates his senses and affects his mind.

The bright lights in the children's room, the bright colors of the wallpaper and toys, all of which look so beautiful, they are like colorful poisons in nature, which makes people instinctively resist.

Boris swallowed and interrupted Jason Megan in horror.

"Is it all my fault? Because of me? I don't know anything! Mr. Jason! I don't know anything! The manager made me do it! It's the manager!"

Jason's eyes swept across the house, and he could feel strange tides of psionic energy coming from everywhere.

"No! I don't mean to blame you! Haman!"

Is the soul of the enemy hiding in this room?

Mix in with these brightly colored decorations?

What are special abilities?

What means will be used to attack?

He didn't bother to comfort Boris, there was no time for that.

Traces of spiritual disasters were scattered throughout the room. Like the fingers of the Almighty Hand, Haitang's soul power seemed to be fragmented and could be divided into many small parts.

Time passed by, and nothing seemed to happen. Jason didn't dare to move, he didn't want to touch the brass chain of the gate.

During the case handling career of this green gold guard, he has met many psychics who use spirit bodies as static traps. These traps will not actively attack the victim, like exquisite trigger mechanisms, slowly Tormenting and weakening the prey before finally delivering the fatal blow.

Just now Haitang has already called out Hunwei's real name - [Circus of Doom·Devil's Circus].

The soul power attack had already been launched, and the moment they stepped into this room, they had already entered the trap.

"Don't move around, don't touch anything suspicious, Mr. Harman!" Jason Megan reminded him kindly: "This guy doesn't seem to have the ability to actively attack us! You have to stay calm!"

"But how can I calm down!" Boris squirmed on the carpet, moving his buttocks and trying to stand up: "Mr. Jason! You said it lightly! How can I control my brain!"

"I still have someone I want to pursue! I have just been promoted to the position of supervisor! This is terrible! This is terrible!"

Boris bit his fingernails nervously, his eyes were bloodshot, and his thick black-rimmed glasses were already covered with mist, which was the mist that evaporated from nervous sweat under the impetus of high blood pressure and high body temperature.

"I still have a lot of debt and I have to pay it back! If I die in this kind of place, it will bring a lot of trouble to the hotel."

"What will my co-workers and the manager think of me? It's not okay for them to go to my house to trouble my father!"

"Just because I called your name? Just because of this trivial thing?"

With that said, Boris slowly stood up.

Jason shouted nervously, "Harman! Boris Harman! Get yourself under control!"

"Why do I feel so hot?" Mr. Boris' fingernails were full of meat paste, and some sticky sebum and debris came off when he scratched his neck: "Why did I stand up suddenly? I couldn't stand up just now .why?"

Jason's pupils shook——

——In the entrance hallway next to the shoe rack, in front of the mirror in the cloakroom, the carpet near the door is still closely connected with Boris Harman's buttocks and legs.

The pink rubber sheet is covered with red and blue hairs, they are like living animals, they bite Boris's butt tightly, climb up the calf, and hold on tightly to the chubby big brother .

It was these ghost things that grabbed Boris's legs and feet just now, and he couldn't stand up at all. In a trance, he exerted a strong force and pulled down the skin and flesh of his pants and thighs, and then stood up embarrassingly!

At this moment, fresh blood flowed from the gap between the muscles and the skin, like strawberry ice cream that was about to melt, dripping onto the rubber pad of this carpet.

"Boris Harman!" Jason exclaimed involuntarily. "Stop moving! You're hurt! You're bleeding!"

Mr. Harman's eyes were dull, he woke up from the great fear, and finally felt the pain. Looking in the mirror, he found that his thighs and buttocks were sometimes cold and sometimes hot.

"How could it be! How could it be!"

"I'm so unlucky! Mr. Jason! Can you help me? Why are you just watching? Why?"

Jason was about to step forward to help Boris, at this moment——

——The pink rubber carpet opened his eyes.

A dozen or so cracks of various sizes emerged from the bottom of the mat, and they all looked at Jason with hatred in their eyes.

Jason's expression changed, and his body began to stiffen, as if he was very afraid of the terrifying power of the soul.

Boris panicked: "Why? Why are you looking at me like that? Mr. Jason? Are you wary of me? Are you suspicious of me?"

"No! No no no! Boris," Jason Meghan explained, "there's a rug around your leg, it's hurting you, it's the spirit of the enemy, me."

"Are you afraid?!" Boris was sweating profusely, his face gradually turned pale, and he looked at the mirror again and again - he was just an ordinary person, without inspiration, so he couldn't see any "carpet": "What What rug! Mr. Jason! I'm still bleeding!"

At this moment, a pair of sports children's shoes on the shoe rack suddenly opened their mouths.

Its upper was cracked, exposing a pink tongue and sharp teeth, said Jason.

"How is it? Sweetheart? It's uncomfortable to be questioned, isn't it?"

"Jason Megan—although I don't know what your soul power is, but your spirit body doesn't seem to be by your side."

"If there is no way to attack the spirit body, I will slowly enjoy this piece of fat in front of you and under your gaze."

Jason scolded: "You fucking shut up!"

Boris yelled hysterically: "Where are you looking? Jason Meghan! Is there something in there?! Who's talking to you?"

Circus of Doom·The Devil's Circus continued.

"This poor thing seems to be completely blind to me. That's the limitation of Homo sapiens—you can't make a blind man get the light if you say it a thousand times. They lose themselves in the dark. Why should How about sympathizing with these weaklings?"

"Why don't you give up your current job and come to our camp? Jason Megan, you are a blood-granting unit with ideals, aspirations, resourcefulness and outstanding skills. We are not pure human beings, we are the same kind of people. "

At the same time, the rug that had gripped Boris tightly began to speak—

"——This guy's ass is so fucking bad! There's too much oil and water!"

The other objects in the room trembled and screamed along with the soul power, as if they were about to come alive!

Jason quickly pulled out two wind chime pipes from his backpack. This prop was a requiem silver bell given to Robert Downing by the gunsmith. It had obvious harming and soothing effects on the spirit body. Tangning rarely went on field missions. Pass this gift to the chef.

He slammed the bell, and all the noise in the hot room disappeared.

Haitang hiding in the dark seemed to have been hit hard in the chest. His soul parts were like sensitive organs, like a person with dozens of eyes and ears. The sound of the requiem bell made him speechless. I can't speak for a while.

"Ten minutes! Boris Harman! Only ten minutes!" Jason Meghan vowed, "The gunsmith will come to save us!"

Mr. Boris regained some sanity and his soul returned to his body.

"But... but ten minutes is too long! I want to leave here now! I want to leave this ghost place now!"

Just as his thick knuckles went to the lock, Jason yelled.

"Stay away from the gates! Haman! Don't touch those brass chains!"

Boris said angrily, "What kind of chain is there? Mr. Jason! Isn't this door locked properly? Just open the door and go out"

Before he finished speaking, Jason stepped forward quickly, no longer caring about his own safety. In Haman's eyes, this eccentric VIP was holding two silver pipes and waving the air, as if he was fighting an invisible monster. .

Blood gushed out of Jason's arms, and it seemed that his neck was tied with several ropes. After a fierce struggle, the VIP regained his freedom with a purple face, and the two of them fell back to the floor heavily. .

[Part② Copyright Infringement Warning]

Jason was panting heavily, half-wolf's pupils were completely blue, in a state of extreme anger and shock.

"Well done! Well done! Boris!"

Haman realized that he had gotten into trouble, smelled the stench of wolf blood on Jason's body, and finally realized——

——This VIP is risking his life to protect himself.

"Fatty man! You did a good job!" Jason gritted his teeth and patted Boris' face: "You did a good job! Now we are grasshoppers on a rope, no matter how blind your eyes are , see it too!"

Harman was confused by Mr. Jason's boastful attack—

"—Mr. Jason, what the hell is wrong with you. I. I should apologize to you. I.. Yes. I have a problem. I'm controlled by fear."

"The root of human nature is deep, longing for the appreciation of others." Jason said, got up from the floor, put his arms around Boris and straightened up unsteadily: "Without you, I can't trigger these static traps .”

"The most important ability of human beings is the power to turn adversity into prosperity."

"Boris Harman, these children's toys, these wallpaper decorations, these colorful things fascinate my eyes, I can't find the real body of the enemy."

"This guy is a very flirtatious, extremely flirtatious who goes to the doctor in a hurry. When he tasted your flesh and blood, he still didn't forget to make a gesture to me."

"The smell of alcohol in the air is numb my nose, it's fucking bad luck."

"It would be hard for me to get out of this room alive without you."

After listening to Jason's words, Boris Harman felt a sense of ecstasy for a while.

"Honorable VIP! Can I really help you? Is it really the same as what you said? I saved your life?"

Jason stomped on the carpet on the porch, and together with the shoe rack, it turned into torn flesh, like a balloon filled with water, all the blood sucked from Boris was spat out, and the floor became sticky Gooey.

Boris was so excited that he temporarily overwhelmed his pain, ignoring these visions.

These spirit bodies have the texture of plasticine, and hitting the requiem bell only changes their shape, kneading the plasticine into other shapes, and cannot directly crush the soul power.

The seal at the gate is the tightest. There are fourteen thumb-thick brass chains that tightly block the exit. Once you get close to them, these smooth copper bars immediately grow fine and dense deciduous teeth, turning into frantic tentacles. The prey was chopped into pieces, and Jason's blood-implanted flesh was no match for them.

"Now I want you to do me a favor." Jason once again showed his amazing talent for drawing. He took some blood from the wound on his collarbone and quickly drew a picture of the porch on the sleeve.

Every exhibit, every display is not let go.

"Boris Harman, let's play a little game, what I can see, you can't."

"Then what things don't exist in this painting?"

The steward of the hotel staff tremblingly pointed to the light switch on the wall outside the bathroom——

——In the picture drawn by Jason with blood, there are only four power buttons in the bathroom, which are two Yuba headlights, one air vent and one fluorescent lamp.

At this moment, there is an extra switch on the wall.

Before Boris could speak, the gleaming silver requiem bell cracked the wall, smashing the spirit trap made by the Circus of Doom into a pulp.

"Very good!" Jason Megan continued, "We've found our way out now, Harman! Well done!"

"Hey! Hey, hey, hey." Mr. Boris laughed dryly at first, but slowly he couldn't laugh anymore.

Because he felt that there was a new change in the wound on his butt——

——Jason Megan's arms and neck also showed terrifying mutations.

Dense hairs grew out of the wound.

"Mr. Jason, your wound seems to have healed."

Boris couldn't see the spirit body, but Jason could clearly see these fine fibers parasitic in the flesh. They were like wriggling fungus mushrooms, quickly covering the wound, and then began to emit bright colors.

The fibers gradually occluded each other, weaving a complete hair ball, quickly tightening and transforming into shape, just like that——

——Bright red building blocks "grow" out of Jason's neck!

"What kind of weird thing is this!"

Jason looked at the growths on the neck and forearm in horror. The toys on the forearm were even more "cute". The pink and tender arms that looked like dolls were intertwined, and the wounds were filled with these polymer materials.

And Boris' thigh-to-buttock wound became a giant Mickey Mouse rubber pad.

This is the true ability of Circus of Doom·The Devil's Circus. Its destructive power and speed are mediocre, but it can gradually transform the human body into a toy.

Jason's arms were no longer as dexterous as they were at the beginning. The foreign objects in his arms and torso made him unable to move, not to mention drawing, and his movements of blood-stained fingers also became stiff.

The toy soldiers in the children's room climbed onto the desks and saluted the unknown warriors.

"You're tough! Jason Megan!"

"I like hard ones!"

"Take me apart! Play me bad!"