Abyss Express

The heavy stone hammer hit the wall and opened cracks.

Little sister Amona took a few steps back, with a timid and frightened look on her face at first, but when she saw the tall shadow outside the door clearly, and sister Daphne next to the woolen clothes, she finally showed a sad expression, and everything Fear and grievance turned into tears.

Jiang Xueming cleaned the dust off his gloves and looked at the two sisters hugging each other and crying. He didn't say anything more and was about to pack up and leave.

"Wait a minute! Mr. Father! Wait a minute!"

Seeing that the priest was about to leave, Daphne immediately shouted.

"Don't leave yet!"

Jiang Xueming stepped on the stairs of the corridor and was about to go downstairs to see the [front desk]. Hearing Daphne's shout, he immediately asked: "What's wrong?"

Daphne: "Why are you helping me?"

"Thank you for the hat and the clothes." Xueming made a random excuse and showed the trademark on the inner pocket of the coat: "I have always wanted to buy this brand of woolen winter clothes, but I couldn't bear the money."

Daphne was suspicious in her heart. She would never believe that pie would fall from the sky, just like Xueming when she was young, she was very cautious.

"It's that simple?"

"Yeah." Jiang Xueming stood at the entrance of the corridor, raised his head and said to the two sisters: "One more thing, I hope you won't be a newsboy in the future - if you were alone and carefree, I wouldn't advise you like this. You, each have your own way of surviving.”

"I'm not you, and I can't criticize your survival secrets from your perspective, but you can't protect Amona."

"The risks in this industry are too high. Just listen to the stories about harm to your family, but don't take it seriously."

Daphne asked: "That's all you ask for?"

Jiang Xueming: "Do you suspect that I want something else?"

Daphne: "Yes"

Jiang Xueming: "Mr. Pan from the King's Gang kidnapped your sister. Instead of questioning him and cursing him for doubting him, you want to doubt me, the person who helped you?"

Daphne immediately stopped talking.

Jiang Xueming lowered the brim of his hat and hid his face deeper. Only a little light fell on his chin.

Both of them were silent, listening quietly to the moans coming from the [front desk] guy. He had six bones broken by Jiang Xueming and was tied to a chair.

After about ten seconds, Daphne finally asked: "Who are you?"

"I am a priest and a part-time psychiatrist." Jiang Xueming responded: "I have a medical qualification certificate."

"If you help me, you will definitely get into trouble." Daphne said: "The people from the King's Gang will not let you go easily."

Jiang Xueming did not reply. The person who transported drug money on the train was not Mr. Pan, nor was the person who kidnapped Daphne. Mr. Pan did not know how to do these dirty jobs. These were the work of gangs. The gang's business is not limited to forcing a skilled newspaper boy to submit. Such a small amount of work in the personnel department is probably just a drop in the bucket in the eyes of the King's Gang.

The sample of the new gun has been handed over to Foreman Eric of the Dead Couple Agency. The people at the Iron Works will help Xueming continue to improve its ergonomics and material application. It should only take two or three days, Xueming You can get two finished products that have been tested.

In the past two or three days, he decided to stay in the City of Tears and help people to the end.

As for the "trouble" Daphne mentioned——

——Xue Ming didn't take it to heart at all. Meeting this little sister on the train was a good relationship, so it must bear good consequences.

"You guys go home first? You can also hide in the Qingjin Police Station." He said this and walked deeper into the corridor without looking back.

Daphne wanted to catch up, but Amona was weak and she couldn't let go of her sister——

"—Father!"

She could only shout a few words feebly. Deep down in her heart, she had always been afraid of Mr. Pan from the King's Gang. For ordinary people, the underground world was a lawless place. There was not much surveillance here, and civilized areas only existed in the big city. In the downtown area of ​​​​the platform, after stepping out of the city lights, there is deep darkness everywhere. It is too easy to disappear alone.

Back in the temporary interrogation room, the caregivers of the King's Gang had a tough attitude. Seeing that Jiang Xueming was back, even if he had a few broken bones, he still had to shout with dignity, show a fierce expression, and face the enemy majestically.

"Who sent you here? Are you a lapis lazuli? Or a militiaman?"

"I'm telling you! I'm not afraid of you!"

"Are you from Brotherhood 41?"

Brotherhood No. 41 is another gang in the City of Tears, and it is also the larger Silver Bailey. When the brothers of Silver Bailey's beggar gang are unwilling to be beggars and have some capital to start a small business, these When people become itinerant traders or have their own shop, they will form gangs and start secret societies. They are also the mortal enemies of old gangs like the King's Gang.

The old man at the front desk spat out a mouthful of bloody spit, which splashed onto Jiang Xueming's clothes - he then saw this tall figure blocking the only light source at the entrance. Inexplicable pressure came over him like a tide. The one who broke his ribs and leg bones The man walked forward unhurriedly, and when he came up to him, he pulled up another chair and sat down.

Front desk: "Hello!"

Xueming didn't speak. He put his hands on his knees, his fingers wrapped in construction gloves, and his eyes looked like a dead man.

For a moment, the man at the front desk even thought that the Asian man in front of him was a stone statue - was there a ghoul hidden in his body? Why does he look lifeless? Is he really looking at me?

Why did he sit down like that? How will he treat me? he.

Jiang Xueming took out the scriptures slowly and used it as a pillow to rest his hands on. Then he took out his cell phone to read the news.

"Hey Hey hey!----"

The receptionist specially raised his voice and shouted very hard.

Xueming still didn't respond, minding his own business in the Internet world.

After about ten minutes, this intense and crazy emotion was finally washed away by a bone-chilling chill. All the resentment and bravery disappeared, leaving only unknown fear and despair.

The guy at the front desk asked in a low voice: "Do you want money?"

Jiang Xueming still didn't answer. He took out a large iron box from the doctor's bag and took out two walnuts from the iron box. Focusing all his attention on the walnuts, he took out a small hammer that could detect knee-jerk reactions and lightly cracked open the walnuts. The crunching sound was very harsh in the quiet room.

The man at the front desk seemed to be under a spell. He finally realized that his body didn't seem to be that healthy. The fracture was taking away his body temperature little by little, and the blood accumulated in the injury would gradually turn into a swollen embolism - he began to have a bee in one's bonnet.

Could this guy in front of me be some kind of perverted murderer?

Injured me until I couldn't move, and then watched me die?

"What are you going to do? You...what are you going to do?"

Opening the Bible and reading, Xueming said nothing. The sound of rough gloves grazing the pages caused the man at the front desk to tilt his head repeatedly, as if he was under strong mental stimulation.

"Speak! Speak! Speak!"

Jiang Xueming finished eating six walnuts and ate while reading a book. It seemed that he finally realized that the person in front of him was asking for help and raised his head.

The old man at the front desk immediately announced his home: "My name is Luo Kang! I am a telephone operator from the King's Gang! I am just a little guy who helps deliver information and do some chores! You, sir, have a lot of people, so you won't kill me, right?" "

Jiang Xueming immediately stood up, packed everything, and left the room.

Luo Kang seemed to be relieved when he saw the man get up and leave.

But a minute later, two bags of cement were seen falling in front of the door, and bricks were piled up, seemingly trying to block the poor prisoner to death in the narrow room.

Luo Kang yelled: "No! Don't! Don't! Don't! I work for Mr. Pan! This was not my idea! I didn't want to abuse that little girl!"

Xueming squatted at the door and continued to pile bricks on top. His technique was unfamiliar and not as skillful as his wife's when beating dust. The wall that was built was also crooked, and the red bricks had to be pushed again to straighten the wall. A gentle swipe of the masonry knife in his hand, and the sound of mortar scraping against the stone, seemed to scrape a layer of flesh and blood from Luo Kang's heart.

"Who the hell are you? What do you want to do?! What the hell do you want to do!"

Luo Kang roared helplessly and desperately. At this moment, he hoped that the Green Gold Guards would arrive at the scene. These law-abiding armed officers of the Traffic Department would never use lynching, and no matter what, he would not die in such a ghost. place.

Another eight minutes passed, and this "clumsy" mysterious man kept building the wall. Finally, only a small feeding window was left, and some light came from the outside. It was weak and indistinct, allowing Luo Kang to feel the oxygen in the air. All become thinner.

He didn't have to wait seven days and seven nights before he smelled a strange rotten smell emanating from his body. Maybe the little sister named Amona had also smelled this smell - this was the smell of despair, the feeling that the body was not dead yet, but the soul was still alive. The smell was mostly dead.

"Now, Mr. Luo Kang." Jiang Xueming's voice came from outside, "Let's talk about your life."

Luo Kang suddenly raised his head: "Me? My life?"

Jiang Xueming: "Yes, I am a psychiatrist and a priest. I worked in a small evangelical church in Brunwell, and later I went to work in the capital city of Nine Realms."

Luo Kang: "So what?"

Jiang Xueming: "It's a coincidence. On the way to a small station, Daphne and I met and heard the story of the two sisters' suffering. By chance, I came to you."

Luo Kang: "Shit!"

Jiang Xueming: "To this day, you still feel that you are imprisoning a thirteen-year-old girl."

"This has nothing to do with me!" Luo Kang interrupted with an innocent face: "I just use money to do things!"

Jiang Xueming: "Are you just unlucky?"

Luo Kang: "I am a screw in the King's Gang!"

Jiang Xueming: "You just think that you are not lucky enough and happened to encounter an engineering accident? Did you, a screw, suffer undeserved treatment? Is there an unbearable weight in your life?"

Luo Kang: "Otherwise!? This matter should have been completed smoothly! But this bitch Daphne! Why isn't she obedient at all? It's obviously just a matter of her fingers! Help us! I can steal some money, just a little! I don’t have to stay here anymore.”

"Mr. Luo Kang, calm down." Jiang Xueming asked in a low voice: "Whenever people suffer and face desperate difficulties, God will give them a way to survive - you have to think about it carefully before you speak. .”

"Human spiritual energy usually exists inside the body. It is in our blood vessels, rushing to the brain with the blood, in our brain synapses, and in the frequent activities of the brain - but once we speak, this energy The energy is used up and dissipated.”

"You must be very tired after talking so much."

Luo Kang breathed rapidly. He really felt depressed and seemed unable to cheer up. He had fallen into a hysterical state and could not think properly.

Jiang Xueming said: "I am not a madman who kills innocent people indiscriminately, and I don't have any quirks like killing people. I lock you in this room just because I want you to experience the feeling of little sister Amona - this is Pan My husband came up with the idea, this is his specialty.”

"What the hell" Luo Kang cursed, and then said: "I, I, I didn't know things would turn out like this, I didn't know."

Jiang Xueming: "That is, if you know it in advance."

Luo Kang immediately rushed: "I won't do this. Oh my god, what have I done? I let a little girl stay in a place like this for seven days and seven nights. Oh my god, I can't stay for a minute. I'm about to see it I’m so titty, Father”

Jiang Xueming: "That's an hallucination caused by hypoxia."

Luo Kang: "Really? Did I pee?"

Jiang Xueming: "It smells like urine. You have become incontinent. This is not a good sign. It means you are about to die."

Luo Kang: "I was wrong. I admit my mistake and I will kneel down to you, okay? I was wrong. I am willing to surrender. As long as you give me a chance, I will surrender immediately. I will never join the underworld again. Father, I want to be religious."

"I have two more questions." Jiang Xueming asked: "Where do you usually work? You are a telephone operator, who do you deliver messages for?"

Luo Kang: "No. 11, Santa Monica Street, Lower Town. There is a clothing store there. When you enter the back door, there is a small card shop. I work here. I pass messages to One-Eyed Cock, the third-in-command of the Kings Gang. I usually pass the message It’s that simple to sell appetizers (soft drugs) to my subordinates and ask them to retreat or sell goods boldly.”

"I'm so sorry." Xueming pushed away the bricks and walked into the house. The turbid air immediately became fresh. "It seems that you seized the opportunity God gave you."

The heavy stone weighing on Luo Kang's heart was suddenly lifted. When he saw the hope of life, he immediately smiled: "Hahahaha. Father hahahaha."

Jiang Xueming took out a knife, untied the gangster's rope, took the other person's still healthy arm, and brought out a small water glass with Mrs. Bai's products in it.

"Drink, you're dying."

Luo Kang immediately lowered his head and drank the medicine. During this period, he felt that his hands and feet were being pulled and twisted by the priest, and the broken leg bones and arms were being reset one by one. He was so painful that he grimaced and did not dare to curse.

Until this mysterious priest once again talked about the sacred classics.

"Now there is another test before you, Luo Kang."

The sound of a car's engine stalling came from downstairs——

"——I didn't answer the call on time. I..." Luo Kang immediately became nervous: "The gang's sentry came to see me, Father me."

This subtle change puts Luo Kang's heart to the test.

The knife was still on the chair, where it had been since the priest had cut the strands with it. It was only thirty centimeters away from Luo Kang's hand. As long as he took a little step and lowered his head, he could get it.

If the news of Amona's disappearance spreads when the sentry comes to the door, Luo Kang, the telephone operator, will also suffer - he cannot bear the responsibility, and Mr. Pan will make him chop off his hands and feet to pay off the debt.

"Hehehehe. Hehehe." A hysterical smile appeared on Luo Kang's face: "Are you deceiving me? Really? As long as I pick up this knife, you will kill me immediately? Right? Hehehe .I won’t be fooled, I won’t”

Jiang Xueming nodded——

"——You have withstood the test, Mr. Luo Kang, and once again seized the opportunity sent by God."

The three sentries from the King's Gang smoked cigarettes and rushed all the way to the thirteenth floor, where Amona was imprisoned. When they reached the twelfth floor, they saw a strange man in long clothes standing on the side of the corridor.

The sentry at the head was about to take out his gun, but he stretched out his hand and asked Xueming to take it and break it. Before he could scream, his Adam's apple was hit hard and his body staggered down.

The second man followed closely, and when he tried to draw his gun, he was hit by his companion's weak body, and rolled all the way back to the eleventh floor.

The last poor guy was hiding on the eleventh floor and shouting loudly.

"Luo Kang! Luo Kang, are you there?! Luo Kang! Where did this bastard come from! Who is he?! Luo Kang!"

Mr. Luo Kang still didn't move. At this time, he just felt like a beast——

——The priest was like a hunter, slowly taming him into a domestic dog. He no longer dared to pick up the knife on the chair. I didn't dare to answer the sentry brothers.

As a muffled sound of pain came from downstairs, the priest trotted all the way, carrying the three unconscious sentries back and forth, and threw them back in front of Luo Kang. His pair of white work gloves were not even stained with blood.

"They will be left to you, Mr. Luo Kang."

Ten minutes later.

Luo Kang received a call from the Santa Monica office of the Kings Gang. It was from One-Eyed Cock.

"Boss."

Corker: "Why don't you answer the phone!? Why!"

Luo Kang: "I met a man."

Cork: "What?!"

Luo Kang: "He has a damn charm. It seems that I can only listen to his words. I can't control myself."

Cork: "Huh?"

Luo Kang had already gotten into the car with the three injured sentry brothers and was rushing to the nearest medical center.

"Boss! I quit! I quit!"