Abyss Express

When passing through the twilight pass, everything suddenly becomes clear.

The moment the train rushed out of the narrow canyon and jumped into the plain, everything lit up.

The king of salary shines on this land, and four turnouts spread out, extending towards the Eureka Volcanic City. It becomes a bridge linking Eureka and Shambhala, going to the other side of the Pompeii sea, and the other side of the ocean is Daxia Sendai Port of the imperial court.

However, this journey has to be slowed down, and Xue Ming will be eligible to board the ship only when the violent ocean currents calm down during the flood season of the coming year.

Condensed water with gray-white dust slapped on the car window, and the familiar yet unfamiliar rain evokes Xue Ming's memories——

——The last time I saw it was ten years ago.

The white particles are the carbides that have not had time to turn into coal and oil after the natural weathering of the fossil forest.

Ah Feng was about to pick up his mobile phone to take some pictures, this was his first mission with Anonymous.

As soon as the camera function was turned on, Xue Ming covered Brother Feng's camera.

"Sunlight burns out your camera, don't do it."

Brother Feng responded with a smile: "Oh, that's it."

The train is almost at the station.

Brother Feng is the same as Xueming. When he first came to this wilderness, he stuck to the car door early, looking at the dense stone forest outside, with the free meal bag provided by the kitchen cabinet in his mouth.

Xue Ming took a big black umbrella from the comprehensive self-help box and stuffed it into A Feng's arms.

Then, the door opened with the howling of the hydraulic valve.

The wet and cold air rushing towards him made goosebumps all over Ah Feng's body. He only had a work vest, and Xue Ming took a one-size-fits-all spiritual garment from the self-service box and put it on Ah Feng's shoulders.

"You have to return it when you return."

After a simple instruction, he followed the broadcast prompt and walked all the way to the platform exit.

There are people coming and going all around, not as deserted as it was ten years ago. The mud splashed by people's shoes on the wet iron road has turned brown and black.

Ah Feng walked forward with difficulty behind Xueming, carrying the disease bone box. He felt very uncomfortable, but he had to hold on.

Xueming rushed to the cargo compartment first, and after waiting for a while, Ah Feng found out the specific location of the cargo compartment of the train, and asked with a smile while climbing on the train.

"Boss, why don't you like to talk anymore?"

Jiang Xueming unlocked the wheel hub, and carefully untied the wire rope that locked the car body.

"After leaving the trade transfer station, or leaving the Nine Realms, I entered a battle state. It's not safe here, young man. You can call me a fuss, but this habit has saved me many times."

"Oh." Ah Feng also became serious: "Oh! Don't talk! Pretend to be a master!"

With only three minutes to unload the goods, Xueming was quick and agile. Under the signal instruction of the platform service, he quickly reversed the truck into the temporary unloading bridge and returned to the weighbridge at the comprehensive checkpoint. After counting the supplies, the vehicle came to the security management office. That is next to David Byrne's office.

It's very different here.

Xue Ming jumped down from the driving seat, wiped off the mud on his trousers, and looked up at the four-story building.

At first it only had two floors. After reconstruction, two food and accommodation stores and four entertainment rooms were added next to it. There are also biographies of historical figures of the gunsmith and General Weeping, and it seems that they are planning to promote this place as a tourist destination.

The Volga next to the parking lot has also been increased from one to nine, and the entire parking lot has been expanded.

Going to the front lobby on the first floor, I saw that the council counter was overcrowded. There were about 20 passengers who needed to sign. Jiang Xueming asked Ah Feng to get a number and sit on the plastic chair on the side of the hall to wait.

He is not as anxious as he was ten years ago, after all, his sister's life was at stake at that time.

"Hey! Dude!"

At this moment, a passenger took the initiative to come over——

— the guy looked like he was in his twenties, and he wore outlandish clothes and looked like

The spirit clothes were cut into the shape of a heart, and the fabrics were cut and trimmed everywhere, and gaps were made in the heart and thigh arteries to ensure that the panacea could enter the large blood vessels smoothly, and the hair was dyed black. This passenger should have been a The blond-haired European chatted with the gunsmith with a smile.

"Wow! Where did you get this face done?! It's exactly the same as the gunsmith!"

This spirited guy pouted his buttocks, propped up his waist, and made a pose in front of Xue Ming.

"I spent a lot of money to get this figure, how is it? Does it smell like Anonymous?"

Jiang Xueming didn't know what to say, he felt at a loss, even terrified.

"Why."

Before he could finish his "why"——

——The fanatical COSPLAY lover replied immediately.

"How do you know I'm pretending to be a gunsmith! ~ Ah! It must be because I act too much! Right? Right! Right! ~"

Jiang Xueming suddenly laughed out loud and applauded lightly: "Yes! Yes, yes, yes! You are so right bro! You are so right! You did a good job!"

"Hey!" The artist immediately sat next to the gunsmith, meeting a fellow fan and wanting to have a long talk, just like meeting the same character at a comic show in the mundane world, and another fan who bumped into his shirt. There are endless things to say, "Hey! Brother, let me tell you-you are not professional enough."

Jiang Xueming: "Oh?!"

Actor: "You have to be self-conscious about experiential performances, and you want to enter that role, do you understand?"

Jiang Xueming: "Oh, what do you mean?"

The actor immediately said: "Come on! You ask first, you ask my name first!"

Jiang Xueming: "What's your surname?"

"Why did I tell you?" The actor immediately darkened his face, slightly pursed his lips, and his eyes suddenly became gloomy, full of vigilance and suspicion: "You look suspicious, you need to investigate carefully."

Jiang Xueming patted his thigh, grinning from ear to ear: "Hahahahahaha!"

The actor is still immersed in the performance: "What are you laughing at? Is it funny?"

"No, no, it's not that outrageous." Jiang Xueming kept scratching his head, thinking that he wasn't as virtuous as he was ten years ago.

So the actor has to point out Xue Ming's incongruities——

"—Listen to me, the gunsmith's overalls period is not like you! You can't act like this."

Jiang Xueming: "Well, tell me how to act."

"Tsk." The actor took off his spirit clothes, revealing the jeans in his overalls, which were the same style as when Xue Ming was fishing, "Brother, think about it carefully, what is the mentality of a 30-year-old gunsmith--he is successful and famous. .”

Jiang Xueming applauded for this hand change: "Yeah."

After changing his clothes, this little brother's temperament immediately became mature.

"A man, we use experiential performance methods to substitute him and enter his life wholeheartedly."

"His eyes should be sharper. Dead fish eyes like yours can't do it, and the temperament can't meet it."

"You have to figure out this basic theory. Look at your clothes, this black and autumn gray winter jacket, how does it look like a gunsmith. Doesn't he have to wear a flash butterfly suit when he travels far away?"

Jiang Xueming reluctantly explained: "Actually, he still wears a soft body armor."

With that said, he flipped the lining open, revealing the Kevlar layer inside.

The performer's eyes lit up immediately: "Oh! You can draw inferences from one example, you are so awesome, brother!"

"But I'm going to criticize you." The subject changed, and the harsh performer pointed to a medal lining the gunsmith: "This is the commemorative medal for the Battle of Brant Onstein, I remember it's not What important battle, gunsmiths will not keep this kind of thing close to the body!"

Xue Ming immediately explained: "You have to make up for this, little brother, in Brant Onstein, when I broke through the enemy's defense line in the suburbs and went to the city, my child had just turned one year old—Xiao Qi was not yet fully After recovering, he immediately went into battle and came to me, this medal is of great significance."

"Oh." The actor was a little dazed, and suddenly stood up: "Oh, that's right. That's what I said wrong. Hey, your experiential performance is very good! It's a bit powerful, I was fooled by you Living."

"Thank you." The gunsmith nodded with a smile: "I am very happy to be recognized by you."

The actor suddenly felt relaxed again, sat back, and wanted to give a few more pointers and share his experience in cosplay techniques——

——At this time, Ah Feng returned to Xueming with the license plate.

"Boss! Gunsmith boss! It's our turn!"

The actor asked in surprise: "Brother! I didn't expect you to spend money to hire a small worker to cooperate! Awesome!"

The gunsmith didn't reply, but nodded with a smile.

The actor compared his thumbs: "How much is it? I will do the same next time! Find a tall guy in my group, you reminded me!"

"They asked how much your working hours cost?" Jiang Xueming took the license plate from Brother Feng's hand, "You should."

"Oh!" Ah Feng shouted to the artist in a daze, "The asking price is a bit higher for Anonymous, about 80 yuan per hour, and board and lodging are also included—but you have to do your best." , you might lose your life, hehe!"

"Awesome!" The cosplayer was very excited and wanted Brother Feng's contact information.

Before the two came into contact, Xue Ming grabbed Ah Feng's belt and pulled the kid away.

The two went to the security department, Brother Feng was still wondering who that guy was just now.

Jiang Xueming rubbed his temples while walking, feeling a little tired.

"Don't ask, just asking is a fanatic."

After passing through the staff lockers and returning to the door of David Byrne's office, Xue Ming knocked on the door this time.

Mr. Bourne did not answer—

——His eyes were straightened, and he only felt that the world was noisy.

At the same time, there were noisy voices from the next door. It was the sound of security guards from the two groups playing cards, drinking and playing mahjong.

After waiting for a few minutes, Xue Ming didn't have any extra patience, so he pushed the door open and went in.

The office is still as narrow as before. The walls on the left and right sides were filled with filing cabinets and information bags. After ten years, they were all sent to the newly built archives room. There are more people coming and going, and more information pages. , Bourne's small office can no longer accommodate so many documents.

Instead, there is a wall full of firearms, all kinds of weapons as exhibits, accompanying David Byrne.

Mr. Bourne knew that the gunsmith was coming, but today four different versions of the gunsmith came.

In the morning, there is the ordinary version of the gunsmith, and before lunch, there is a beggar version of the Shanzhai Shandie clothing gunsmith. At 2 o’clock in the afternoon, I brought my little girlfriend to visit the winter cotton-padded version of the gunsmith. A gunsmith in a waiter's gown.

To be honest, he was a little numb. When he saw Jiang Xueming, he already had PTSD symptoms.

"Hello! Mr. Bourne." Jiang Xueming spoke very quickly, wanting to get straight to the point: "I brought the BOSS's disease bone, the main purpose is to get close to the Fangfeng settlement and get in close contact with Canaanite creatures—Secret Library The researchers should be stationed next to the settlement, and I need their help."

"Most of my weapons have been scrapped, and the psionic catalysts in these two suitcases need to be disposed of harmlessly. The BOSS asked me to come here to try, so I ran here."

"Besides, I brought you a gift."

Bourne's corpse-like eyes changed——

"—Fudge."

Jiang Xueming: "Mr. Byrne, I'm not joking."

Bourne: "Keep fooling around."

Jiang Xueming picked up the suitcase, put it on the table, took out the passenger log, and revealed the boss's cat paw seal.

Mr. Bourne leaned forward to look, with a strange expression on his face.

"The props are quite complete."

Ah Feng was sweating in a hurry, and hurried up to break up: "Brother Security Officer! He is really a gunsmith!"

"Since when did Bu Meteor grow a beard?" Byrne mocked, "Ouch, ouch, seaweed head, Peter Ho's version of Bu Jingyun, right?"

Jiang Xueming tapped on the table lightly, not knowing what to say——

——He was so happy that he almost changed from a living person to a happy person.

Bourne said seriously: "Stop pretending? Get the hell out of here, don't have fun with me. Fangfeng Village is now on alert, and only scientific researchers are allowed to enter and exit the core area. Other passengers are temporarily not accepted, sorry."

Xue Ming was not angry, he took a gun from the wall, it was also the long gun that Mr. Bourne used when he took them to Fangfeng Village.

He held the AR-15 in his arms, and Bourne immediately tensed up.

"Without bullets! What do you want?"

In just a few seconds, the pins appeared on Bourne's desk, followed by the wrench lever, the trigger, the barrel fishbone handguard, front and rear sights, and the butt.

Large and small parts exploded, turning into a table of scattered corpses.

Bourne opened his mouth and didn't recover for a long time.

Jiang Xueming smiled politely and without losing embarrassment: "Is it a familiar feeling?"

"All the fucking sights have to be reset to zero! My wife!" Bourne finally woke up, his eyes brightened.

The shrill screams attracted the younger brother next door, and the security guards all blocked Mr. Bourne's door, first angry, then frightened——

——When they saw the gunsmith, their first reaction was to fire their guns as a warning. Looking at the scattered body parts on the table, they immediately hugged their precious weapons tightly, and slowly retreated to the dormitory.

Mr Bourne was very angry--

"—Can't you use other methods to identify yourself?"

He grumbled as he snapped the AR-15 back together.

"As for? As for?! As for?!!"

Xue Ming remained silent, walked to the window, and opened the window before speaking.

"I brought you a set of soundproof decoration materials, and a set of building materials, which can add a lounge outside the office"

Bourne immediately changed his words: "Come here often! The most important thing I need here is guests! I must come here often!"

Jiang Xueming talked about the mission location: "Mr. Bourne, you just said that the Fangfeng settlement has been under martial law? What's the situation?"

It took Bourne a lot of effort to screw the dustproof window onto the receiver, and the spring flew out several times, without looking up, he talked about this strange thing.

"It's the nearest, the new station is going to be here—"

"—But there are many passengers who come to see Canaan. They think Canaan is a god, a god from outer space."

"Those weird people on the beach, you have seen them, they can imitate people's speech, and they already have the intelligence of seven or eight-year-old human beings."

"So there is a new sect, and it is not a sect of the nature of the mad butterfly."

"A person who took the lead became a leader and enshrined the life of Canaan, believing that this creature can transform the essence of human beings, so that people can be reborn and reborn, and gain the power of aliens."

"After all, the starting point of you and General Weeping is here. Many people believe this strange rumor. Mrs. Canaan herself is also very happy to see this kind of rumor. It can attract more human beings and exchange their essence with her, so that She is better at collecting DNA samples to study humans and understand human society."

"The name of this sect is [Afterlife]."

"Canaan became the mother goddess of rebirth."