Abyss Express

Chapter 513 Round # ⑨. Fall Again·lose again

Foreword:

People say that I have three idols: Jesus, Marx and Freud. That is just a formulaic statement. In fact, reality is my only idol.

——Pier Paolo Pasolini

[Part①·Afro]

"I didn't expect to find the master tapes of film master Pierre Paolo Pasolini and a complete set of filming tools in a place like this."

In the Museum of Curiosities, a coquettish man with an exaggerated afro, wearing tight bell-bottom pants and a diamond-encrusted jacket from the 1980s, was looking at the collections in the exhibition cabinets and talking to himself.

"What is it? A screenplay? Is it "Violent Life"? Is it "Medea"? Or "Marissa the Goblin"? Is it "One Thousand and One Nights"?"

He came closer to the exhibition stand. There was a pair of green eyes as gorgeous as gems in his sunglasses.

"Oh! It's "The Decameron"——"

Having said this, the guest fiddled with the mustache on his face with his dexterous fingers, his raised butt finally returned to his normal standing position, and his expression became dull.

"——Boring! Boring and boring well-known works! I thought I could find some [rare] objects, but in the end they were just this kind of masterpiece that has been circulated tens of millions of times."

The man with the afro's hair immediately attracted the attention of the tour guide. Come to the guest immediately.

"This guest, do you have any opinions on the contents of the collection in the Museum of Curiosities?"

The man with his afro put his head on his hips, raised his head and raised his chest, looked sideways and said fiercely: "Not only do I have opinions, but I also have big opinions."

He pointed at the works in the cultural and art exhibition hall——

"——Are there only well-known street stalls here? Are your [curiosities] just for middle school students to come to the museum to learn about the pinnacle works created by the bright stars in the history of art development when they became famous? "

“Is this [rareness] solely determined by the work’s ability to earn money?”

"I want to see something special, fresh, unknown, something evil that goes beyond common sense."

The tour guide looked confused and didn’t know what to say, because this guest was on the No. 4 cruise ship for the first time. Strangers are not allowed to enter the [Museum of Mankind]. As for the rare treasures in other venues, most of them are ordinary people’s values. The [baby] recognized by the audience is naturally a popular work. To be popular among the public, most people must recognize its value.

"I'm sorry, guest, this is your first time on Cruise 4, and you don't have permission to enter ours."

Speaking of this, the tour guide paused, as if the term was very ambiguous.

"Museum of Man"

"Wait a minute." The man with the afro suddenly became interested: "Is this [Museum of Mankind] you are talking about what I think it is?"

During the American Western Development Era, there were many mysterious circuses that followed the Pacific Railway to the West Coast.

They set up camp along the villages and towns, performed everywhere, and adopted many deformed weirdos, such as a woman with three breasts, a tall giant, a short dwarf, a conjoined man with two heads and a body, and a monster-like Hercules.

These sensory-stimulating performances are often combined with various erotic dance performances between scenes, turning them into scenes of bloody freak shows.

The Museum of Mankind is one of them. In order to make more money, people born with deformities have become hot commodities, transforming from the weak in society into the strong. So circus managers began to domesticate humans as animals.

They broke the limbs of black slaves, created disabled people, deformed all kinds of people of color, or simply burned, killed, robbed and plundered captives, burned their faces with chemicals or flames, tortured the human spirit, and made them Crazy, and finally thrown into animal pens for guests to visit and enjoy.

The man with the afro was very interested in this kind of performance——

——The tour guide came close to the guest and thrust a black-bottomed promotional poster. The content on the poster is exactly the same as the circus tabloid advertisement during the westward expansion movement two hundred years ago.

"Wow!" The man with the afro raised his sunglasses and looked at the poster carefully: "The layout design brings me back to that era. It is a work of art in itself!"

"Uh," the tour guide didn't quite understand what "back to that era" meant, so she just took it as a compliment from the guests.

The man with the afro then asked: "How much membership fee do I need to pay to participate in the exhibition? I want to become your senior VIP!"

Naturally, the tour guide will not let go of this opportunity to make money. According to the previous process for regular customers to apply for high-level VIP, they have to pay 48,800 yuan. If they are new customers and they impatiently ask about the Museum of Humanity, then This price has to reach 488,000.

The manager’s sales strategy is so ruthless——

——For people, the value of the thing itself is far less than the anxiety caused by "impatience".

Things that cannot be bought are always the best, and goods that are still rushing towards you in the logistics system are always the most beautiful.

If you want to find a small movie immediately to meet your urgent needs, you will not hesitate to dig into your pocket and give the money to the movie seller.

This impatience is a unique way to make money.

"Four hundred and eighty-eight thousand yuan" The tour guide has only been on the job for half a year. Every time she is quoted this price, she feels inexplicably guilty. The manager always says that she has cerebral palsy and that in business, it is always a win-win situation.

The man with the afro waved his hand, and like magic, he took out the black card HC from his cuff——

"——Take it and swipe the card! I want to leave immediately and see the contents of the Museum of Humanity immediately. I can't wait!"

The "good" tour guide was a little confused. Cruise ship No. 4 has always been the project with the weakest money-making ability of White Shark Club. Compared with arms sales, medical services, erotic industry, entertainment and gambling——

——This ship is just to satisfy the special hobbies and novelty needs of distinguished guests. Occasionally, some noble gentlemen who want to pretend to be literary and artistic will bring their female companions to talk about romance. It seems that talking about these artists can also highlight the nobleness. The wealth of the gentlemen is impressive and graceful.

George Joshua left the fourth and fifth seals of the Death Gate on this ship. He originally did not intend to make money from the museum of curiosities, but mainly used it to adopt some extremely dangerous high-value units. A stable used for psychic research.

In just one minute, the tour guide returned the VIP card to the man with the afro.

"Sir, I'm sorry, there's something wrong with our accounting system."

The man with the afro was puzzled: "Huh? Why?"

"Maybe it's raining too much." The tour guide explained: "The Chaos Egg doesn't want to work very much. It seems that today's fireworks show and various pheromones have made it stressed."

As a living POS machine, the Chaos Egg will also strike due to the spiritual pressure environment. It was the battle between George Joshua and Glory that caused it to have a stress reaction.

"You don't accept my money, but you still give me a card? Is there such a good thing in the world?" The man with the afro asked doubtfully, "Why?"

"Because," the tour guide said with a smile, "you came to President George Joshua's ship and insisted that you could pay 488,000 yuan. When the manager received your HC, He treats you as a rich man and a distinguished VIP! He trusts you!"

If this is completely a scene for the manager of the Curio Museum, if this guy really can't get the money, Cruise Ship No. 5 has many ways to send this swindling guest to "discount".

"The service is attentive! It's heart-warming!" The man with the afro took back his HC and asked the tour guide to lead the way: "Take me to your secret garden, I can't wait."

At this time, the tour guide was about to leave. She was not in charge of the exhibition area of ​​the Museum of Mankind, so she summoned another cruise ship steward, who was the number one assistant to the manager of the Museum of Curiosities.

The assistant was seven feet tall and looked like a strong bear. When he walked from the corridor of the exhibition hall to the afro, he took off his thick felt hat and bowed respectfully.

"I am the assistant to Damian, the manager of Cruise Ship No. 4. Distinguished guest, you can call me 'Da Shan'——"

With that said, Dashan stretched out his hand and picked a ruby ​​​​from the necklace from the brown hair on his neck.

"——This is my life amulet, and it is also a vital prop. It carries my breath. When you visit the Museum of Humanity, some strange things may happen, but don't worry, it can protect you."

The man with the afro looked up and saw that there were more than a dozen stones on the necklace, all of which were artificial pyroxene jewelry. Then he shook hands with Dashan and took away the red stone.

At this time, bustling conversations came from the reception hall bar of cruise ship No. 4.

The conversation gradually turned into cheers, quarrels, and groans of punches and kicks.

A rash man rushed into the exhibit counter. His head was covered with blood and he was drunk and unconscious. His hair was dyed red with plasma, and there were a lot of glass shards on his face.

This person was none other than Clark Shawn, a reckless and stubborn young man who was inquiring about information at the reception hall bar. However, everyone on the No. 4 cruise ship knew the origin of this Guangling cessation soldier.

Most of the retainers maintained by George Joshua were outlaws, and there were also many thieves who were sent to prison by Clark himself. Naturally, they would not give this soldier a good look.

A cousin from the war gang made a bet with Clark. The two had a drinking competition. If Clark won, Clark would have to take Clark to see Damian, the manager. If Todd couldn't be found, he could still ask Damian for the carrot. whereabouts.

Clark drank more than 1,500 milliliters of whiskey and won the drinking competition openly.

But the cousin of the war gang didn't seem to intend to fulfill his promise, so Clark rushed into the exhibition hall to find the tall and burly Assistant Dashan.

"I'm going to the Museum of Humanity! Assistant Dashan! I'm going to the Museum of Humanity! I want to see Manager Damian! I have something to do with him!"

Clark looked very scary. His head was still bleeding. He was hit by a wine bottle thrown by the bandits. There were glass shards on his face. His face was twisted in pain. He also became delirious because of the alcohol rising in his belly. Trance.

"Who is this guy?" The man with the afro took off his sunglasses completely this time. His green eyes were hidden in the messy hair of his afro, as if he was seeing a precious work of art, a perfect gem that is rare to see in the world.

Assistant Dashan stood in front of the distinguished guest, ignored Clark Shawn, and explained to the distinguished guest.

"This is a soldier from Guangling Zhizhi. His name is Clark Shawn. He was dissatisfied with his long life and went to the No. 4 cruise ship to find someone."

Clark Shawn was hunched over Assistant Dashan’s arm, almost collapsed into a ball of mud——

"——Do me a favor, just do me a favor. Just do me a favor and I just want to arrest someone."

Dashan grinned and said: "This guy is so dedicated that he actually thinks that Baisha will help catch criminals. How can there be such a thing in the world? Do you want the boss to help catch his own employees? Hahahahahaha!"

"What do you want me to do? I will be promoted to the position of centurion of the battle group in the future, and I will help you! You and Damian go talk!" Clark seemed to understand the mood of the anti-narcotics team for a moment. . "As long as Damian helps find someone! After I become famous, I will definitely help you with things!"

Without power, he is nothing. He has to beg for mercy from senior cadres of the evil forces in order to find the whereabouts of Carrot.

He lost again, and gradually lost everything, including his will to fight.

[Part②·Follow me]

"Get out!" Dashan raised his leg and kicked Clark in the stomach.

Clark rolled out, his eyes bulging, and he immediately got up, enduring the vomiting and pain, and crawled back.

"Take me to see Damian! Why? Why can this guy see Damian?! Why?!"

He seemed to have lost his mind and pointed at the man with the afro behind Dashan.

"Is he also a criminal? He is your high-ranking guest? How many people has he eaten? How much money has he earned for you?!"

Clark was furious. After entering cruise ship No. 4, these "middlemen" who were walking on the edge of the law teased him repeatedly. They would not commit crimes directly, but criminals had to listen to their orders.

Clark had nothing to do with them, not even a search warrant.

At this moment, he looked at the diamond-encrusted jacket on the man with the afro, looked at the gorgeous and exaggerated accessories, and thought about why this stupid society is so unfair. The instructor taught him how to survive. But hard work and happiness are not equated at all.

He sprinted towards the man with the afro, and when blocked by the mountain, he received another solid punch.

This punch almost broke his jaw. He vomited blood, but tried his best to activate his spirit body. The incarnation stretched out a weak thread, which gradually turned into two fingers, and pulled off the man's headgear with the afro. Down!

"Damn it! You rich people are going to have to die!"

Clark adheres to the fine tradition of the idiot. When he became drunk and crazy, he lost his mind and turned into a furious beast.

Dashan still wanted to use more force, to completely crush Clark's skull, to knock this kid's jaw and his teeth into his brain stem, but at this moment——

——A hot and terrifying spiritual energy wave came from behind.

A hot red arm grabbed Dashan's fist and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Clark Shawn"

David Victor threw off his wig and was very angry. His carefully prepared disguise was actually seen through by this drunkard in an instant.

"No matter who you are, you conquered me with your determination to defeat the strong with the weak."

Dashan's expression changed drastically, and his face suddenly became gloomy and terrifying - King Tan actually appeared on President Joshua's ship? !

Victor crossed the mountain's burly body, got out from under his arm, and stretched out his hand to Clark Shawn who fell to the ground.

"This is the first time we have met. I hope you can recognize the reality. I will continue this journey with you."

The aggressive eyes made Clark sober up. When he saw King Victor's face clearly, he seemed to realize something - could it be said that many of the station's VIP units have come to Sun Castle? Aohun Mingde didn't give up here?

The mountain stood ready, with thick hair emerging from the neck, almost returning to its original shape. The assistant bared his teeth, and bursts of low beastly roars came from his thick chest.

The wired phone next to the wall suddenly rang. Judging from the bright orange indicator light on the phone, it was the call from Manager Damian.

Dashan was on guard against Victor while retreating. This blood-giving monster had heard of King Tan, so he naturally knew how powerful [Hell Highway] was.

He answered the phone——

"-Let them in."

Manager Damian's voice made Dashan feel inexplicably at ease. If that was the case, everything would be easy to explain. He, a lackey, doesn't have to face the power of Tan Wang's soul.

A piping hot pot of White Lady coffee healed Clark Shawn's jaw.

The impatient and reckless young man got up and saw Mr. Victor leaning on his waist and raising his hips, glaring angrily at the dark doorway in the distance.

Assistant Dashan changed his face, he looked mean, smug, and confident that he had a chance to win.

"Manager Damian said the Museum of Mankind will never be picky about its guests—"

"——I also invite two distinguished guests to come with me!"

As soon as the rough palms were opened, a giant man of nearly 210 centimeters led the way for the two of them.

Only then did Clark Shawn realize what a stupid thing he had done!

He was controlled by alcohol, lost his mind, and went completely berserk. He actually tore off Mr. Victor's mask?

Now that Victor's identity is exposed, how should the detective deal with the monsters on cruise ship No. 4? !

"Mr. Victor!" Clark Shawn was completely sober from the wine. His face was pale and covered with cold sweat. He only knew that he had caused a huge disaster: "Mr. Victor, I...I..."

"I have a student who often gets into trouble just like you." Victor said: "Getting into trouble is not terrible, Clark Shawn."

"The scary thing is that the consciousness is conquered by regret and pain, leaving the soul in the past and never being able to take the next step."

"Master Pasolini said - people often discuss that he had three idols."

"It's Jesus and Marx and Freud, the divine authority of religion, the divine authority of politics, the divine authority of the soul."

"That's just a formula. Idols don't exist."

"The only thing we can hold in our hands is reality,"

The mountains still stood frozen, full of fear——

——He was wary of Victor, fearing that the VIP would change his mind temporarily and leave here.

But Manager Damian is such a shrewd person and such a cunning master, he has almost completely figured out Victor's character.

"This is a knightly contest." Victor walked into the enemy's trap without hesitation. "I am a red stone man and will not refuse this challenge. Clark Shawn, if you want to pursue the answer, find the crucial Clues, find that carrot——"

"—Follow me!"