Abyss Express

Chapter 561 Vol.12 Abstract

I don't know when, just add frame extraction, orange film filter, and finally a song by Croxia's "Yumeji's Theme·In the Mood for Love", you can take people back to that deep and strange midnight, and bring you... Return to Wong Kar-wai's world.

No matter how bright the street lamp is, it is only 18 degrees Celsius. This little light source is like the moss on the back of the Spoonton ladybug that serves as a refuge. It cannot warm the heart of St. Josh Joris. Like his blood body, this cold-blooded creature quickly becomes prey to the Night Stalker once it leaves the house.

A Dongfeng brand electric donkey brought two anonymous people. Although they had their own opinions on a medical book called "Cranial Brain Injury" in the first half of the night and displayed their medical skills on different parts of the mind and body, they were all confused in the second half of the night. They already have the same goal, and it seems that they don't know each other without fighting.

Zhang Congfeng didn't speak. His skin turned purple from the cold. At this moment, he just regretted it. He held the switch of the electric two-wheeler, his hands and feet stiffened along with his face. It was as if everything was because of his own impulsiveness. As a tool to defeat the enemy, the two of them braved the wind, snow and bitter cold, crossed the 13 kilometers of town and county roads, and rushed to the villa area.

Maguire also said nothing because the destroyed car was his.

He couldn't beat the person who brought him to the eDonkey, and he couldn't win the scolding. He also had no chance of becoming the salary leader, and he didn't have the inspiration.

Although Congfeng always said "there is a way", he could only hold his arms around Congfeng's waist and try his best to prevent his tears from turning into ice flowers.

He was just too angry to speak.

He also thought about becoming anonymous. In the back seat of the public electric two-wheeled vehicle, he gritted his teeth and squeezed out a few stubborn words, and repeatedly asked Congfeng——

"——Are you Nameless?"

Maguire Copenhagen wondered more than once whether the tall man with broad shoulders in the front seat was the owner of Belloberg, but that kind of speculation was too wonderful and psychedelic. Just like the swarms of insects that gather and disperse in the deep valley, there are also such devils in Saladin's legend of gods and monsters.

The bugs will gather together and become the person that the requester most wants to see, and then take the other person to the wilderness and eat them until no bones are left - this is the method Spuanton once used to fight against Homo sapiens.

Maguire thought too much. He had already decided that he was a murderer. If this man was really a gunsmith, he would not survive the next day.

It's 3:51 in the morning and Maguire is facing a question. Dr. Zhang Congfeng did not answer.

One minute passed, and after running the 800-meter road from Xiyuan Street to the entrance of Horseshoe Alley, Maguire finally knew why Congfeng refused to speak - the wind was so damn strong that he couldn't hear clearly at all.

The two got off the car at Unit D2 in the villa area. Dr. Zhang Congfeng scanned the QR code of the shared electric scooter and paid six yuan. He rode very fast and paid even faster - in Maguire's eyes, It's like an old social beast who has been rounded and squashed by life. The apps on the mobile phone screen are all firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea.

Finally, I must muster the courage to face the evil spirits in life.

Maguire became nervous. He once thought about the possibility that he could not deceive the ogre of Hercules at all. All his thoughts and thoughts would be transmitted through pheromones at the moment they met. Passed into the freak's nose.

But Zhang Congfeng remained calm, even a little indifferent.

"When you go in, don't look into his eyes. It's best to turn your back to him." Congfeng said.

Maguire did not respond. On the cold winter night, he only felt that the book "Cranial Brain Injury" should be returned to Zhang Congfeng——

——No matter how basic the knight's combat skills are against the enemy, there are no such outrageous CQB skills.

Come in? Don't look at it? Turn your back on the devil?

He didn't understand and felt ridiculous. I even had an illusion. Is there a possibility that Congfeng has been controlled by Joris's mind and wants to treat him, Maguire, as a human flesh takeaway, and send it to this devil's cave and deliver Joris's cutting board?

But there is a voice in my head, it is always beautiful and always warm.

Belloberg's spirit seemed to have enlightened and began to speak familiar English.

[YES, YES, YES. ]

So Maguire made a decision. He walked towards the door of the villa. When he slapped the door, it was like beating the drum of fate. At the same time, he turned sideways, as if he was going to use his life to act out this black absurd comedy.

In order to seize evidence of cannibalism in Joris, Maguire turned on the recording on his cell phone.

The owner of the house woke up from his dream, wearing a burgundy plaid shirt and pajamas. As soon as the door opened, Saint Josh felt his whole body tense up with the cold wind.

This ogre was cunning and clever, and had already thought of thousands of countermeasures. He was watching Maguire from the bedroom window on the second floor, and he was also thinking to himself - what is this surgeon so crazy about, and what is the purpose of his late-night visit?

No matter what, St. Josh Joris is ready for death. In his eyes, the host of Beloberg's spirit is like a natural enemy. Such a homo sapiens will fall into his belly no matter what. He cannot to ruin his wonderful life in Saladin.

He took the chef's knife and pushed open the door, but was frightened by Maguire standing with his hands behind his back.

How free and natural it is, the arrogance standing alone in the cold wind, almost like a cast-iron statue.

An inexplicable strong demeanor made Joris involuntarily put away his murderous intention. He calmly put the chef's knife back into his cuff, as if he had seen the most evil and vicious Anonymous in the world.

"Why did you come to my house?" he asked.

In fact, when asked about this sentence, St. Josh may have already had the answer in his mind.

Gotze's murder of the Division Chief was revealed, and Maguire had a talent. Through the spirit of Beloberg, he could taste the scars and blood to reconstruct the crime scene.

Maguire came here not to support justice, but to taste new dishes.

He actually knows everything, he just wants an attitude.

Like your girlfriend (if you have one), talks in riddles and doesn't make sense.

Maguire: “I suddenly wanted to come and have a look.”

The surgeon's answer surprised Joris, and he felt a little manic in his heart, because he had warned Maguire like this when he sent this guest off last time - remember to make an appointment.

As for why Maguire told this riddle, the reason is also very simple. The weather is so damn cold, just like in Hunan in mid-November. It only takes a few days to drop from 20 degrees to 9 degrees. It's unreasonable to beat you like a mother.

The surgeon's brain was so frozen that he could hardly think. He only remembered what Congfeng said - be calm.

St. Josh didn’t understand what Maguire meant.

"Come in first?"

Maguire walked all the way back, still facing the devil, and stood still in the living room.

St. Josh couldn't see through this weird back, nor could he see through Maguire's heart. If he couldn't make eye contact, he wouldn't be able to influence the other person's state of mind through body language and thought guidance.

He took two steps toward the kitchen counter, but suddenly stopped.

An inexplicable sense of crisis wrapped him tightly, as if he had returned to the Mimir Hot Spring Market many years ago, back to the 18th District.

At that time, the gunsmith was still very young. He had a pair of eyes so deep that they could almost absorb light. He didn't like to talk. He could scare the ogre to death when he opened his mouth. People said that Baba Yago was very shy, which was a good thing. Because when he is not shy, he will use his firearm to cast spells and take away the devil's life.

I don’t know why, but St. Josh suddenly felt that the gunsmith was very close to him. This was almost a survival instinct coming from the holy blood of the beast in his body. He did not choose to cook, but took the initiative to come to Maguire. , wanting to see this guest’s eyes clearly.

Then something very strange happened.

Like something out of a horror story, if Joris takes a step, Maguire will follow suit.

Joris started spinning and so did Maguire.

They are like the Earth and the Moon. The Moon is always tidally locked, with only one side always facing the Earth.

Joris asked: "What are you doing?"

Maguire replied: "I'm cold."

Joris: "Why don't you dare to look into my eyes?"

Maguire thought for a long time and finally choked out something serious.

"Your eyes are so hot, I'm afraid I'll fall in love with you if I look at it one more time."

This gave St. Josh Joris a different feeling. He felt numb all over, almost as if he was electrocuted, and wanted to stay away from this Homo sapiens.

Everything seems to have an explanation, this late night visit, this meaningless, like a waltz mating dance.

With this blond hair, a sad beard, green eyes, and strong hormones, Maguire came to the mansion despite the cold and frightened St. Josh.

A strange fate imprisoned Joris in a prison.

He thought he had escaped from District 18, but he had not.

There always seemed to be one or two patients who fell in love with him in various strange ways.

But he was like New Year's Eve in 2023, he could never give these Homo sapiens a holiday.

St. Josh walked to the kitchen counter: "Shall I cook you a meal?"

"Okay." Maguire breathed a sigh of relief.

This part of the road—Mr. Joris walked slowly, very slowly.

This wasn't the first time he'd cooked for Maguire, and he didn't expect it to be the last.

When he opened the refrigerator and saw the treasured treasure of the Secretary General's family, he thought about it and asked casually.

"Do you know what happened to the Robinson family?"

Maguire: "Know a little bit, but not much."

St. Josh was still wary: "That has nothing to do with me."

Maguire: "I understand you."

St. Josh: "It was Gotze who went crazy. He found me and asked me to provide him with psychological treatment. He was jealous of the Secretary and had undue thoughts about the Secretary's wife. I had to cure him and help him defeat his inner demons. "

Maguire: "He's caught."

At this point, alarm bells went off in St. Josh's head. It seems that I have finished writing a 100,000-word Danmei story in my heart. It’s as if Maguire has become the hero in a sad drama, trying to protect him, the culprit, for the sake of pure love between men.

He still couldn't see Maguire's eyes, and still couldn't guess what the other person was thinking.

He can only become more gentle, replay the role of father and mother, and even play the role of wife to make Maguire relax his vigilance.

He took out the chief's heart and flipped through the menu skillfully.

"Which national dish do you want to eat today?"

Maguire smelled blood and his heart began to beat wildly. The sudden rise in adrenaline made the ogre suspicious.

St. Josh: "You brought others?"

If you listen carefully to this sentence, it is like being disappointed when a stranger suddenly crawls out from under the bed while a couple is dating in a hotel.

The ogre of Hercules dropped his heart and raised his chef's knife.

He finally smelled the smell of betrayal, including Maguire's inexplicable indifferent attitude with his back to him. Perhaps it was a special skill taught to this kid by the enemy outside the house to deal with psychological hypnosis and mind reading.

St. Josh: "Looks like we have nothing left to say."

At this moment, Saint Josh Joris almost transformed into his original shape. His lips had some protruding features, and he was about to turn into the ugly face of a hyena, but in a short moment he returned to his human form.

Because he remembered again six years ago, there was a figure outside the house, whose face was almost exactly the same as the gunsmith's, looking coldly into the house through the floor-to-ceiling windows - it was only a long time later that he figured out that it was not because he ran away fast enough. Just because the Nameless One brought 2,200 rounds of bullets, and an average of thirteen bullets were used to kill a blood-giving devil. He happened to be the one with the extra bullets after all the bullets were used up.

When he met Beloberg again, St. Josh thought this was the beginning of the story. After all, the gunsmith was dead.

I didn't expect this to be the end of the story.

Zhang Congfeng, Long Congyun, Tiger Congfeng. Ao ruthless Mingde, the claws of the fierce tiger, naturally has to "follow the wind".

Perhaps St. Josh should have thought of it, until that moment, when he watched the floor-to-ceiling windows shatter like fragile ice. The dark night devil burst into the house to punish the child who didn't like to sleep.

For those who left, in their eyes, it was us who left.

Familiar knight combat skills and unfamiliar Pankrasin, when they are used on Saint Josh Joris, they actually have similar effects.

His body temperature returned from twenty-three degrees Celsius to eighteen degrees Celsius, just like the street light outside the door. The spiritual light source that occasionally bursts out from the body is similar to the protective moss of the Sponge Ladybird. They seem to be used to intimidate natural enemies, but in the eyes of the Anonymous, they are used to identify friend or foe for themselves. .

The chef's knife could not go through more than three rounds in St. Josh's hands. He seemed to feel that he still had the slightest chance of winning, and would let out a terrifying laugh before disaster struck. But when the knife suddenly fell into the hands of the black-haired Asian man, he couldn't laugh anymore. In just three seconds, he couldn't even breathe.

He felt that his trachea and lungs had been cut open, and cold blood was splashed on the carpet. A second ago, he was thinking about what happened in the hunting group camp. Maybe he could go there to find his brothers in the war band and find new ingredients. The next second he was face to face with the God of Death.

"gun"

St. Josh could not finish the last word "craftsman".

He collapsed leaning on the kitchen counter. The broken veins in his right arm were counter-injury caused by the invading enemy's knife. The blood flowing out of his mouth and nose came from three fatal stab wounds to his heart and lung system.

The white lady larvae in their stomachs kept rushing towards their throats. They seemed to feel the fear, realizing that this weak blood-giving body was about to wither and die. They wanted to repair this fatal damage, but it was too late, it was too late. .

Maguire never turned around, he didn't dare to look into Joris's eyes——

——Belloberg seems to understand that this little surgeon has been burdened with too many obsessions that do not belong to him.

The moment the great revenge was avenged, the elf disappeared from the scalpel and ran towards the inn where Oriental Dream Paris was, trying to return to the broken hilt of the sword.

Zhang Congfeng finished searching the first floor, took photos of the organs in the freezer to collect evidence, and then ran to the second floor to search the room. He found many psychic catalysts and classics on demonology, and finally realized that something was wrong - this blood-giving freak was not only a cannibal. , as well as the support of demons from the Elf Holy Land.

There were a lot of Hebrew characters on the scroll, but Xueming didn’t recognize the words, so she had to pack them up and take them back to Oscar for help.

Maguire just stood there the whole time, not daring to move.

Until the man pulled him out of the door, climbed on the eDonkey again, and scanned the code to pass, he could still hear the sweet electronic synthesized sound.

"Please wear a helmet when traveling, and I wish you a safe journey."

He never spoke the whole time - Maguire thought.

The process of killing the blood-breeding monsters is like riding a bicycle to buy groceries or visiting an unmanned supermarket. The whole process is very quiet. Including how to prepare the ingredients afterwards to ensure that the disaster of Vita Brand will not spread again, Saint Josh Joris disappeared in the flames created by alcohol, and his body turned into blackened mud in the garden full of snow.

Back on the streets of Western Yuan, Maguire couldn't help but asked again.

"Are you a gunsmith?"

He didn't seem to understand how cold Saladin's second half of the night was.

From four o'clock to five o'clock, the outdoor temperature during this period has reached minus five degrees.

——The wind was so damn strong that Zhang Congfeng still didn’t hear clearly.

It's like an inexplicable nonsense, although it sounds very literary.

Just like taking a train, some people miss it for the rest of their lives.