Abyss Express

The story begins with the gunsmith's funeral.

This morning, 9527 changed into mourning clothes and kept vigil at the bar with her good sister Shanshan (3301).

She really couldn't stand it. It was clear that her husband was about to get a new skin, but she had to pretend to be sad as a widow. She really couldn't squeeze out a few tears.

But classmate Shanshan who was comforting Bai Qingqing didn't think so. The girl had just held her wedding and didn't know the inside story. Even Meteor didn't tell the truth to his wife. It caused a very strange situation

Shanshan was a bride in a wedding dress a few days ago, and she got married almost at the same time as her aunt (a bloodhound). Now that the aunt and nephew have changed into suits, they don't even have time to serve drinks at home. The blood relatives of the Wolf Mother gather together and become the closest siblings to the Nameless Doe.

"Qingqing," Shanshan called Xiao Qi's nickname, which is also a nickname between sisters: "Don't be like this, I'm really worried about you."

9527 has no self-consciousness. After the news of her husband's death came out, she has been pretending to be sad. She also reviewed the painful literature she read in her youth. She looks for knives on the Internet every day, for fear that the guests will find something wrong. .

Now there is only one final step left. After the funeral is done, she will be free and happy, and she will no longer have to live her life with the face of a resentful woman.

"I'm fine, I'm really fine."

Shanshan didn't believe it: "The more you say you're fine, the more worried I become. It makes me like your husband. Are you trying to fight me? I like to use this trick against Little Xingxing! Every time he makes me angry Sometimes, I always say that I am fine, and the more a woman says she is fine, the more trouble she feels!"

"I'm really fine!~" 9527 and Xueming lived together for nearly nine or ten years. With the support of Heart of Steel, she gradually became plain and simple, and no longer said weird things: "I said If you're fine, you're really fine, there's nothing else."

At this moment, Shanshan was moved by the scene and began to cry inexplicably——

"——I'm afraid, Qingqing, I'm really afraid."

This half-wolf girl is not young either. She is the same age as Xiao Qi, and they are already thirty.

She put her arm on Xiao Qi's shoulder and started talking to herself.

"We walked all this way, and I was afraid every time. There was also the time when you gave birth, I think about it."

Her mouth opened wide and she seemed to cry harder.

"How could you give birth to four children? Will something happen to you?"

"Then I saw that your family was all safe and sound, and I felt very good. It couldn't be better."

"In the earliest days, you and the gunsmith were chatting at my husband's house. I still don't understand why you, such a lively person, found a piece of wood? Will he cause trouble? Can he make you happy? Is he worthy of you?"

"You are always waiting for him to ring the bell. I'm afraid. The task of a gunsmith is always a narrow escape. If one day you are gone, who should I talk to? Me."

3301 nuzzled Xiao Qi's face with his nose. This was the habit of the lapis lazuli half-wolf. He was checking his partner's pheromones.

Her tears also brought to Xiao Qi's face, and she was still chattering and confiding.

"I really envy you two. You can let nature take its course and come together happily. I see you happy, and I also become happy."

"But why did this guy leave just as he said, this bastard?"

"I'll go to the shrine and beg him. I beg him. Don't take your heart away, okay? Qingqing, I beg him."

At this time, 9527 seemed to be taking care of the child. She hugged her good sister, gently patted 3301's back, covered the half-wolf girl's hair, and stroked the thick hair.

"Okay, okay, don't cry, don't cry. I'm going to look for a few targets tomorrow and find a stepfather for the children."

3301: "Huh?"

9527 was embarrassed for a moment: "Uh, how many days will it take?"

3301: "Huh?"

9527: "One month! One month is enough, right?"

"Are you kidding?" 330's eyes were full of suspicion: "Now I have reason to suspect that you have wanted to kill this civil servant husband for a long time. You have the most poisonous heart among women!"

"Hahahahaha!" Through a layer of black veil, the "widow"'s wild laughter could still be heard.

The dozen or so guests present were all quite embarrassed——

—— Sensing that something was wrong in the atmosphere, Xiao Qi calmed down a little.

"Well, I think so."

She straightened her expression and seemed to be infected by 3301's emotions.

"He has always been this kind of person. He never wants me to cry in front of the shrine. If he can also leave a spirit body, he will definitely not want to see the few closest people to us."

When Xiao Qi talked about this, she suddenly broke through her defenses and seemed to have entered a psychologically preset situation, because this kind of "what if" and this kind of "imagination" had become a common thing in her life and had happened countless times.

Every time the gunsmith and the war king put on armor and went into battle, she thought carefully about whether this would be the last time she saw Xueming. Even if they were fighting side by side as attendants, the two of them would encounter too many major life-and-death crises. Too much.

"He definitely doesn't want me to cry. He definitely doesn't want me to put on a bad face and bring several children with me, as if the sky is falling, as if"

Xiao Qi couldn't speak anymore. She started to choke and couldn't control her emotions.

"I can't bear to let him go. I like him so much."

"He said that when I smile, I look very good at this, this person."

"My smile looks so pretty. Can I not know that my laughter is either cleaning glass or like Donald Duck?"

"When I think about this, I feel like my heart is starting to ache, as if a knife is stabbing it in and stirring it up."

3301 supported Bai Zijin instead, and she panicked: "Don't say it anymore, don't say it, don't say it anymore, it's my fault, my fault."

After helping his mistress down, Robert Downing finished cleaning up the affairs on the second floor of the club and returned to the mourning hall to receive the guests——

——This disciple is very mature. Although he does not have much psychic talent, under the guidance of the gunsmith, he can stand alone and is the talker of the unknown Senate.

He knew that his teacher was not dead, but seeing the gunsmith's mourning hall at this moment made him feel emotional.

From now on, there will be no teacher to guide him, he will have to walk the road by himself. After such a ceremony, there is no difference between Jiang Xueming and real death.

The teacher's social identity died, the friendship with the students suddenly stopped, all human relationships were cut off, and the established authority was like the body of a god, turned into ashes.

This is a devastating blow to a person, especially a man.

Tangning had stayed in Anonymous's office for so long. He knew how tempting a seat in the Senate was and how sweet the taste of power was.

That is a characteristic that has been engraved in the genes since Homo sapiens was still in the era of naked apes. Monkeys want to become monkey kings, and men want to stand out, realize personal value, and become famous in the world.

When the gunsmith teacher initially gave up the club's office to Tang Ning, he was flattered. It was like a thunderclap. With such great power, the teacher just let it go without any hesitation, as if it was a joke.

The Anonymous Senate serves as a mouthpiece for arrogance and morality, like a service window that reaches the heavens. For Tang Ning, it is an extremely destructive tool. If it is not used properly, he will be shattered to pieces.

The teacher believed in his ability, believed that he could handle these things well, and believed that he could hold the sword tightly.

At this point, the gunsmith teacher has lost even his last identity——

——Tang Ning has read a lot of Chinese classics in the past few years. To use the philosophical reference books in the secret library, the teacher is like a legendary immortal to him. It seems that he has truly gone through the path of transformation, become an immortal and live in seclusion in the bustling city. . Come from the masses and return to the masses.

When the time comes for guests to take turns to comfort the spirits, a long string of sky lanterns rises from the unknown bar street.

Tangning asked her fellow junior brother Haspen to prepare seats for the Galahad students. There were too many people. They had to line up from the club to Ms. Fenxing's House of the Rising Sun, then to the plastic steel suspension bridge and Guangyuan Road. Looking down from the observatory, many people came to attend the funeral in front of the gates of Houwang Pavilion in the male and female areas.

There were passengers and ordinary people among them. From the Bar Street to the podium of the Council of Five Kings, we could still count the number of people. Representatives of mourners from various war groups, people from various schools of thought, and leaders from various senate houses took time out of their busy schedules to come. More than three hundred comrades from all over the world have gathered here. Countless people who are not in Bar Street and the Council of Five Kings are countless, to witness the moment when a star goes out.

At 9:40 in the morning, before the funeral began, Tangning came to the electronic tombstone in the mourning hall and stood next to a virtual reality projection image——

——That is the appearance of the gunsmith in full battle gear. He has a Morpho suit, a carrying bag, MOLLE equipment, and magazines and explosives. The visor still has a blue steel seal, and there is a vivid green-gold military dog ​​beside him. , Xiaoju accompanied him, equipped with anti-armor weapons.

Behind the dark tombstone is the coffin. The ashes in the coffin, to put it in a bad way, are the goat milk powder that Ao Mingde personally stuffed into it.

Robert Downing Jr. first bowed to the tombstone, then turned around and bowed his head to the guests in a solemn manner.

He pinched his collar, feeling his mouth was dry and his mind was filled with thoughts.

"Thank you all for taking time out of your busy schedule to attend my mentor's funeral."

"My name is Robert Downing. I work in Anonymous's office. I don't know much about the friends my mentor has made around the world, and I have nothing to say. My mentor has never liked me talking nonsense. In my world, He always had a frown and a serious look on his face."

"When I say a few words, he will correct me and tell me what to think and do. Only when the work is completed, will he start to praise me and recognize me."

"Excuse me."

Tangning covered her mouth and was silent for a while.

"I am not a eloquent person, and the same goes for Anonymous. We all follow the instructions of the gunsmith teacher. We are always listening, always doing things, and rarely speak."

"It's like a fight, a wrestling match."

“He would also say, close your mouth before knocking your opponent down. Even if your opponent is completely down, don’t speak. That will only make you consume more oxygen, your muscles will begin to relax, and your will to fight will slowly disappear. "

"That's the kind of person he is, it's hard for me to describe, it's hard for me."

Tangning waved her hand, walked off the stage, and returned to the stage in a panic. He was like a clumsy child who realized that he had lost his temper.

"Guests can come to the stage in the order of registration. You can go and see the gunsmith for the last time and say something. You can say anything - you hate him, you like him, it doesn't matter. We won't have him in the future."

The second person to take the stage was Jason Megan, who came up with his spirit body.

Wendy Mills followed Jason and came to the virtual projection of the gunsmith.

"This guy is finally dead." Jason said with a smile: "Did you see that kid just now? He seems to be crying!"

There was a chaotic noise from the guests in the audience, including boos and laughter, and some angry Chapter officers and soldiers gave Jason the middle finger.

"I know! I know it's impolite to be clever in this situation. I understand! Oh! Oh oh oh! I remember you! The guy who made obscene gestures at me!" Jason waved his fist and gestured a few times: " Let’s have a fight afterwards! Just you and me!”

Immediately afterwards, the comedian began to unleash his artistic talents.

"As you all know, I'm a bluestone man, and he came to me during the most confusing and difficult time of my life. This guy was arrogant and forced his way into my heart."

"We are comrades-in-arms and have a good relationship. Every time I go to search for clues, I always smell of shit. Who makes me unlucky? This little helper handed me the toothbrush and asked me to give me an evaluation - I could only Said he was a good man."

"The thing that makes me most distressed is probably the gunsmith's wife's tears. I have also lost my lover and the most important person in my life. I can understand this feeling."

Jason raised his head and lowered his hands, as if he was beyond love.

"Farewell! My brother! Farewell! Farewell!"

"Amigo! I came around in such a big circle before I met you, I won't cry!"

"Goodbye! My leader!"

"I have always admired my teacher." Daniel was a little shy when facing the guests: "He always criticizes me, and I also accept criticism, and I have developed this habit. Criticism will always offend people and make people feel bad about themselves. Being attacked will dampen my fighting spirit."

“His teaching style is like a fight, one side always loses.”

"Until one day, the teacher told me that he hoped I could win."

"First when I went to Galahad to study."

This is a student, an ordinary student.

"I've only heard of the gunsmith's name and seen him on TV and online news."

"I couldn't believe it when I saw him in real life. It just seemed so ordinary. He looked like a homeless man after growing a beard."

"He always has no time, running between more than a dozen classes."

"I thought knight combat skills were an art class. That's what I thought at the time. The teacher didn't seem too distracted. After all, he was so busy."

"But he did call my name, and I was stunned."

"How did he remember so many people?"

"I feel guilty talking about it"

This was an officer of the regiment, a centurion.

"Whether it was the recapture of Hercules or the battle in Beach County, I didn't help, and yet I could get this medal and save my life - this makes my conscience even more troubled."

"I remember his appearance because we were hiding in an armored vehicle at the same time. His visor cracked and blood flowed from inside. Was I injured at that time? I don't know."

"The gunsmith protected me behind him and saved me for the first time. Later, during the highland battle in Beach County, I was still not convinced. I wanted to return this kindness and repay the favor, so I also wanted to play a trick. So handsome, he almost lost his life."

"It feels so good to be able to go home alive, and it feels so good to be able to fight side by side with him."

"He's an artist. That's my area of ​​expertise, I can tell you that for sure."

This is a secretarial library worker, a data observer specializing in sextants, and a psychologist.

"I have never seen such a peculiar personality. This is related to the environment in which he grew up. There are many powerful external forces that gave him a set of hard armor. These qualities are extremely destructive and extremely aggressive."

"But the gunsmith we are familiar with is not like that. After giving him the first test, I was fascinated by this personality pattern. It is a pity that there is no second chance."

“We have lost a mentor, but his meme has taken hold on many.”

“He had a short but powerful catchphrase that I loved—”

"——Fight back."

"The United Nations is very grateful to Mr. Jiang Xueming for his outstanding contributions to the underground world."

This is a representative of the Philosopher's Foundation and the representative of the United Nations Security Council on the Abyssal Railway.

"The WHO and the Security Council have been unable to find an effective solution to the disaster caused by Vita Brand. This huge humanitarian disaster has lasted for a hundred years since the First World War. Before that , that is a darker and crueler savage world."

"We have provided consultants to passengers in the underground world, including guidance from the Royal Air Service, comprehensive training in modern weapons, and information-based combat. However, the results have been minimal, and terrifying regional armed forces may have been fostered due to various reasons."

"We are in an era of stagnation that is difficult to overcome. The stagnation of economy and technology, the stagnation of humanistic care, and the stagnation of civilization. It is difficult for us to fly into the brilliant sky, so we can only ask for help from the earth."

"Ten years ago, war once again became a dark cloud hanging over mankind. The Security Council once again recognized the vision of the Philosopher Foundation, which is the preserve of human civilization."

"Among the bright stars in the history of Homo sapiens, Mr. Jiang Xueming should also have a place. For the 40 million residents of the underground world, and for all mankind, I am willing to apply for the Nobel Peace Prize in the name of the Security Council."

"Take it!~ What's the Nobel Peace Prize?" Ao Mingde climbed up the tombstone and drove the speaker away: "Be tougher! Call me Xiaonuo! I will have a gunsmith medal in the future!"

BOSS drove away the people in the surface world, and then talked to the guests about the funeral.

"I won't talk about the scene. There are a few things to do before the banquet begins."

"I don't have a good impression of the United Nations, because the "Crown Convention" does not allow my soldiers to possess weapons of mass destruction. We can only use light infantry units to deal with monsters. It is an era like this that creates the achievements of gunsmiths."

"He's gone and passed away like this. I'm very sad——"

"——In this mortal world, I have dealt with many Homo sapiens, many heroes, and many bastards."

"At the beginning, I still remember this kid told me about his original intention. He just felt that there were so many unfair things in the world, and that some people's children were being sold as human flesh, and he was one of them."

"He feels that this matter cannot be like this. So many people are asking for it, but there is very little reward. He thinks this is wrong."

"It has no direct connection with how you thank you and how you are grateful. He is such a dull and upright person. To do what he thinks is right, evil must be rewarded with evil and good with good."

"It seems to be getting better now. He has completed his mission. Just like a star official in the sky, he came to the human world and circled around for a while, and then returned to the sky."

From ten o'clock in the morning to ten o'clock in the evening.

The funeral finally ended, leaving this solemn and solemn atmosphere in the mourning hall.

In the club's office on the second floor, several unscrupulous relatives were gloating over the incident and watching it with great joy.

When Jason Megan saw the gunsmith students crying, he was mercilessly mocking them from the perspective of an insider. Look at 9527 as the mistress, wearing mourning clothes and slapping her legs and stamping on the ground in ecstasy.

Meteor and Tangning didn't know what to say. They kept chewing on the pizza, preparing to hear how the next guests would express their true feelings.

This group of fun people all felt the pleasure of hiding behind the scenes to do bad things. Jiang Xueming was about to go home. This huge contrast made them feel as if they were watching a black comedy.

Think about it carefully. When you return to your hometown after two weeks, you suddenly see your parents and fellow villagers mourning deeply. As a result, your name is written on the tombstone at the funeral, and everyone still expresses their words in a decent way. Although they are consuming Others' emotions may not be appropriate, but they will still have a wicked smile on their faces.

Just at this time--

——Jiang Xueming knocked on the office door.

"Hello, I'm the new psychiatrist."

He was wearing a white suit, his height had increased to 181 centimeters, his fingers had become thinner and longer, and his whole body had lost a lot of weight.

He wore a pair of black-rimmed square glasses, had a monk's hair, and his hair was as stiff as a hedgehog, and his cheeks were concave and malnourished.

"Mr. Wood Placker asked me to provide psychological consultation for Ms. Bai Zijin three times a week."

He was holding the medical records, his shoulders were still as broad as before, and his frame had not become larger.

"Are you free now?"

For a moment, the good brothers stopped talking. They pursed their lips, ducked past Xueming's side, and sneaked away.

9527 took off her veil, still in disbelief, and stared into Xueming's eyes.

"You are my husband?"

Jiang Xueming: "Ms. Bai Zijin, what are you talking about? Please wake up. I am your psychological counselor. This is my medical qualification certificate. Just call me Xiao Zhang."

"Yohehehehe." 9527 felt itchy in his heart: "There are also role-players, yohehehehe."

"I still say the same thing." Xueming hasn't finished speaking yet.

9527 had already charged forward and hugged her husband——

"——Do you know how I lost weight? Doctor?"

Xueming opened his arms and did not dare to touch his wife: "This is not my area of ​​expertise. You should ask a nutritionist."

9527 was finally able to raise her head and rest her chin on her husband's chest.

"No no no, no no no no!~ No! When I hold you, my heart beats faster and my blood pressure rises, and my body starts to burn fat!~ I recognize you! I will never admit it! I want to add Nutritious!~"

At this moment, the office door suddenly squeezed open.

The brothers outside the door looked at this scene awkwardly, and they were all eavesdropping.

"I can explain!" Jason Megan said immediately: "Listen! Listen to me explain!"

Meteor: "Listen to his explanation!"

Tangning: "Yes! Listen to his explanation!"

Jason: "I think there are so many people imitating gunsmiths now! What if you are not real?"

Wen Bucai: "Yes, yes!"

Victor: "My student, this is also part of collecting materials."

Xueming pulled out a gun from under his desk and fired seventeen rounds of bullets into Jason's strong half-wolf body. The gun missed his vital points and only caused flesh wounds.

A group of people carried the chef's bloody body downstairs. Jason vomited blood and nodded in confirmation——

"——That's right. That's right, it's him."