Abyss Express

Foreword:

The city is like an open sewer, full of garbage and scum.

——Martin Scorsese

[Part①·True Name Curse]

Backstage at the theater at the Museum of Man, Sandra Johnson sat cross-legged in front of a shrine to the Mad Butterfly.

He is a very good psychic scholar who has lived for more than 130 years. Unlike George Joshua, this little old man is not an immortal monster. He is already dying and is only a few steps away from death. .

If your memory is good enough, you should remember that Thumbmaner asked Controller Todd to bring a message to George Joshua——

——Among this information, there is the name of Mr. Sandra.

He is the fifth seal of George Joshua. The power of this psyker is famous far and wide. There is a terrifying legend in Sun Castle. As long as you go against the White Shark, whoever reveals his true name will have to endure the evil. The curse.

This weird real name curse death spell comes from the soul power of Sandra Johnson [All In Your Name·In Your Name]. If you want to do business in Sun Castle, you have to deal with the White Shark Society.

No matter how arrogant the dealer is, no matter how domineering the rich man is, when he comes to Lieyang Castle, he has to have a relationship with George Joshua, a local snake, otherwise he will never get over it.

The ability of [All In Your Name·In Your Name] is very domineering. It is like the book of life and death of the king of hell, the sickle in the hand of the god of death. As long as Sandra Johnson knows the name of the other party, she can keep casting spells, causing inexplicable wonders. "Misfortune" befalls the cursed person.

At this moment, Sandra held up the incense burner, silently recited a mantra, shook her head and looked crazy.

The target of the last curse was none other than 9527. He recited the names of Bai Zijin and Bai Qingqing together, but even the soul power failed to successfully target the waiter. It seemed that this girl had forgotten her own name. This method doesn't work.

The target of the last curse was the only survivor of the Yangjiang Ferry case. The child, who was not yet an adult, was also the witness who could convict White Shark of drug trafficking charges. This child had died violently in prison and was in the detention center. While bathing in a public bathhouse, he stepped on a piece of soap and broke his neck.

This time, Mr. Sandra is continuing to output, cursing Brother Carrot——

——Manager Todd provided Carrot's real name, which puzzled Mr. Sandra.

"Todd obviously wants Carrot to do something for the president, and the task has been handed out. Why do you still want to kill this kid?"

The old Sandra tilted her chin and felt a little unbearable. He longed for life and liked young people. Working for George Joshua also hopes that he can become a member of the Alliance of Eternals.

At this moment, a puff of black smoke gathered behind Sandra. It was a fat elf with a broad heart and a spirit body from [All In Your Name·In Your Name].

It was five feet tall and short, almost fat as a ball. There is no hair around the head, only a small bun sticking up on the top of the head, and the hair is shiny.

It has a pair of eyes that emit ginger yellow flames, and has an evil smile on its face. It holds a cattail leaf fan in one hand and a treasure vase in the other. This cattail leaf fan is a ritual prop used to send evil spirits and bad luck, and the aquarium can absorb the victim's "qi" - this "qi" refers to luck.

George Joshua said that the goddess of luck may also be looking after him, the ogre. This is pure fart. No matter how stupid the arrogant and wise man is, he will not let the immortals move freely in the train of the nine realms.

The fifth seal is the "strong luck" that Sandra Johnson continues to deliver to George. This is also the reason why War King Glory cannot kill George Joshua in a short time.

The bullets fired always seem to be able to avoid the falcon freak's vital points, unable to hit his eyes, unable to cause critical hits at weak points, unable to quickly kill him with one blow, just like in the game -

——If there is not a fixed value, but a random number of ATK (attack power), Sandra Johnson can reduce all the damage suffered by George Joshua to the minimum value.

At this moment, the fat elf transformed by [All In Your Name·In Your Name] floated next to the main body, smiled and spoke.

Like fragrant dreams and ruthless killers, [In Your Name] possesses a very high level of intelligence.

"Why did Todd kill Carrot? Isn't it a simple matter?"

This smurf grinned with a ghastly expression.

"This kid messed up. Half a ton of goods fell into Guangling Zhiqi's pocket. Do you think he still has a chance to redeem himself?"

"General Manager Todd spared his life just to show it to the other war gang brothers. Otherwise, how would we lead this team?"

"Sandra! Sandra! You are so naive."

"There is such a worthless man coming to plead with you. He has lost hundreds of millions of goods, but he is loyal and wants to find an opportunity to atone for his sins - this is a good piece of material to win people's hearts."

"How could Todd tolerate such a mistake? So I just found a reason and gave him a task, entrusting us to kill people, suck all the [gas] out of this stupid pig, and send it to George Joshua. Long, this is a simple and efficient way to utilize waste.”

Sandra suddenly realized——

"——Young people's brains are better. Is that what Todd originally thought?"

The Smurf kept rubbing its chin, and the folds in its flesh could hold several cards.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!~ The manager is only in his thirties or forties, but he has already gained the trust of George Joshua. You and Damian can only be regarded as tools because you don't understand people's hearts!~ "

Sandra's face was full of remorse. He had become George Joshua's murder tool, but how could the owner have feelings for the weapon under his hand?

I’m afraid I won’t be able to come into contact with the holy blood of the Eternal One in this life, right?

"Keep working." The Smurf said: "Keep cursing this carrot, don't think about what is there and what is not. I have finally recognized the reality. My body, you are a person who is content with the status quo - - Even if your soul is clear about these things, it is impossible for you to implement them and take action."

"You can't do that, you're not Todd."

"Let's do what we are good at, let this kid Luo Bao be riddled with bad luck, let his bad luck spread out, and the stairs will collapse immediately next to the railings, and an earthquake will occur immediately after entering the building, and the car he sits in will explode. If the tire pulls the vat, any small animals that touch it will get sick and die violently."

"Everyone who comes into contact with him will be in bad luck!"

"He is the evil star!"

Sandra Johnson followed the guidance of the soul and prepared to continue chanting spells and casting spells.

At this time, another gray-bearded old man walked in from the backstage, Damian, a hook-nosed man, came to visit.

"There are two people who want to ask you to cast a spell."

"This is one order after another." Sandra said with a sullen face and no good temper: "If you want to report to the underworld, you have to queue up."

The manager Damian looked serious, and it was obvious that he was very nervous - the arrogant and virtuous King Tan personally came to his curio museum, which made him worried and he must find a way to kill David Victor.

His animal-creating psychic ability has no lethality. When dealing with multiple targets, he still has to maintain the balance of the holy blood in George Joshua's body, and he really can't use his hands to kill people.

"I recognize this kid, but he doesn't remember me."

[Part②·Eager to obtain materials]

Sandra Johnson was immediately interested. He liked to hear gossip——

——President Joshua sent him to the Museum of Curiosities and made him an overage homebody for five years.

"What do you mean? Your old man once had a relationship with David Victor?"

In Damian Katz's slow and gloomy tone, he told a short story from more than two hundred years ago. That was Joe Rank's experience when he came outside the Grand Canyon and came to Sloth Town to deal with the Perfume Bottle Gang's Circus of Curiosities.

Wen Bucai, David Victor, Jack Martin.

Damian had faced these three young men, fought with them, and finally escaped.

This is not the first time Damian and Victor have met. They were old rivals more than two hundred years ago. Damian changed several names and swallowed his anger and lowered his head. Maybe Victor had long forgotten this curator of the Museum of Humanity.

Damian could still remember the soul power of these three brothers, and he could still recall the shame he felt when he was beaten and abused.

The combination of these old and new grudges made Damian angrily find Mr. Sandra and try to use the curse of death to attack David Victor.

"They are about to enter the museum. I hope Mr. Sandra will use the power of [All In Your Name·In Your Name] immediately to curse David Victor."

"This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, nothing compared to that!"

Damian was so excited that he couldn't speak clearly.

"If you can kill Victor! I will go to President Joshua and say a few words of kindness, and Manager Todd will also ask for a favor for you. I think the president will definitely give you more powerful holy blood! I, I, I I feel"

Damian, an old dog, felt the fear that penetrated deep into his bones. He had seen the power of Drunken Maniac. If Wen Bucai was also in Sunset Castle, and if Jack Martin was also in Sunset Keep, he couldn't imagine what would happen to him. of severe beatings.

To kill Victor! And don’t let any news get out! Don't let anyone know about this!

Only [All In Your Name·In Your Name] can do it! Only [All In Your Name·In Your Name] has the special ability to kill without leaving a trace.

"I understand." Mr. Sandra nodded and began to burn incense.

Clark and Victor crossed the registration desk and walked to Hall 1 of the Museum of Mankind.

Under the bright lights, they arrived in front of the booth——

——There is a high chair on the stand, and a dwarf doll sits on the chair.

Victor, in the form of a little fox, stared at the exhibit announcement board curiously, checking the description of the exhibit in detail.

"A congenital malformation was discovered in the mortal world in 1989. His parents named him Anderson Brooke."

Clark didn't dare to look at that thing. The doll was too penetrating and had an evil vibe.

The little fox's eyes widened in curiosity, and he lay on the pole of the booth's notice board.

"Little Anderson was discriminated against. After his parents raised their second child, they regarded him as a monster. Anderson died not long after."

"The Brooks took the initiative to call the police, but the Ohio state police were only able to find part of Anderson's body. Later, according to the state police's investigation, parts of Anderson's organs were found in a neighbor's house, a school, and a public bathhouse."

"Due to insufficient evidence, the state police were unable to arrest and convict these individuals involved, making it a cold case."

"Six months later, serial killings began in the county. According to witnesses, the murderer was the long-dead Anderson Brooke, a short Rumpelstiltskin."

"The FBI picked up the file again and contacted the TRG Psychic Team to investigate - and finally the truth came to light."

"It was the Brooks couple who were the main culprits. Together with twelve students from the local school, the students' parents, two teachers from the school, two firefighters, and a garbage disposal truck driver, they jointly killed Anderson Brooke. Everyone Everyone participated, and the whole process was like a cult dismemberment and sacrifice ritual."

"Nearly two hundred residents of villages and towns believed that Anderson Brooke should die. His ugly appearance frightened the people. Even the pet dogs of village residents would be frightened when they saw little Anderson, so they entrusted the Brooks couple and related suspects to commit the crime. "

"The undead soul of Anderson Brooke began to cause spiritual disasters, collected the organs of the living, and re-created a doll body for himself. It was previously stored in the old warehouse auction house in the Northland Barn area. It was purchased by Dashan, the assistant of the Museum of Man, and is now in the Exhibition Hall 1 is for tourists to visit.”

"Dear tourists, distinguished VIP of the Museum of Curiosities——"

"-Don't worry if you don't find this dwarf doll in front of the display case."

"Mr Anderson did not appear to be completely dead, he was just hoping to have some fun, perhaps take a walk elsewhere and mingle with guests."

"He is an amiable, considerate and good boy. The looks and discrimination he suffered during his lifetime will not bring much resentment to him. He is the type of person who always takes responsibility for his mistakes and will never hurt innocent people."

"If Mr. Anderson is still sitting in the chair, please do not disturb him. Anyone who is disturbed while sleeping will not be in a good mood or good temper."

"Your good friend - Damian Katz."

The little fox Victor was in high spirits, as if he had taken some kind of psychotropic drug. His eyes widened and he almost crossed the cordon to take a closer look. He had no resistance to such story-filled objects!

"It's new material! Clark! Let me go! Don't hold me!"

Clark Shawn hugged Victor tightly: "Dear VIP! Wake up! I'm going to turn into a beast! Wake up! Now is not the time to collect information!"

At this moment, Clark desperately held down Victor's fox head and stuffed the fiery red cutie into his arms.

——The dwarf doll remained motionless, watching all this quietly.

They pulled each other and stumbled deeper. When they came to booth No. 2, Clark accidentally stepped down the steps and fell and broke his head. The little fox Victor in his arms fell over and rolled into the animal cage in booth two.

At that moment, a weird giant snake sprang out from the grass nest on stage 2!

I haven’t had time to read the booth instructions yet! The little fox told the giant python to swallow it in one gulp!

"No no no no! No no no no!" Clark Shawn turned pale with fright.

Did he kill Victor? It's that simple? Swallowed alive by a snake?

Why doesn’t this damn museum of curiosities even have a glass cabinet? Let these weird beasts and evil creatures attack tourists?

How damn unlucky! Why? Why can only these two or three stairs make me fall down? Can you throw Victor into the animal pen? Why?

"Fuuuuuck!"

The next second, golden flames bloomed from the python's throat.

A string of characters appeared in the flesh of the basilisk's belly, but in the blink of an eye, the little fox Victor's face was covered with mucus, and his fur was dirty, and he was spit out by the huge basilisk.

A wrinkled human face appeared under the giant snake's throat. It cursed at the visitors and crawled back into the hay nest in dissatisfaction.

"This city is like an open sewer, full of garbage and scum. I'm talking about you, the unpalatable scum!"

Victor ignored this poor snake brother——

——The little fox waved its smoking paws, and the dark toe claws retained the psychic flames generated when [Hell Highway] wrote the devil's orders.

It vomited, so disgustingly that it vomited all over the floor.

"Is this what it feels like to be eaten alive by a cold-blooded animal? It's like being wrapped in a plastic bag by soft, bloody frozen meat, Clark! Do you want to try it too?!"

Clark ignored Victor. Like his best boyfriend, he took off his shirt and asked Victor to wipe his fur. Maybe the gastric juice of the giant snake was still highly corrosive.

The little fox Victor tilted his head, holding the sweaty clothes, and glanced at boy Clark.

"Thank you."

Clark sat next to the little fox and said seriously: "Mr. Victor. I think we have to find Damian immediately, beat this old guy to pieces, and make him obediently dispel the soul power attack. Let's show him again." Can we take a nice walk around the museum?"

Victor wiped off his hair and rolled a few times on the carpet.

It twitched its ears, shook its head, and rattled its spine. Use your hind paws to scratch your chin hard.

"No problem, I'll just listen to you."