Abyss Express

"Hoka!~Uncle Hoka!~"

A little kid named Envi Plishkin rushed out of the dormitory of the transportation management branch of the Transportation Department.

He looked excited. He was only seven years old this year. His parents were both militia soldiers of the Metropolitan Police Department. They died on the dark night before the arrival of the unknown.

"Huoka!~Huo——————Ka!~"

Every morning, little Enwei would ask Mr. Hoka, the chief of police at the Metropolitan Police Department.

"Can I become a hero! Look! I've grown taller again!"

This little boy is wearing the basketball jersey of the Transportation Department's senior cadre sports team. He is a child of the Metropolitan Police Department, a child of an unknown person, and a child of every militiaman who works on the front lines of crime scenes.

With slugs on his face, he rushed into the compound waving his hands, grabbing a branch to use as a stick, and hanging a string of pebbles around his neck as pyroxene jewelry. When he saw Uncle Huoka, he started shouting excitedly.

"Of course! You will definitely become a great hero!~" Mr. Hoka had a flaming red beard and a bald head so oily that it could be used as a mirror. He touched little Envi's shoulders and kneaded the doll's skeleton. It seemed that doing this would continue to stimulate the little baby's body and help Envi grow up quickly.

Immediately afterwards, Mr. Hoka was rushing to his workplace.

Yesterday, a terrorist attack occurred on the streets of Santa Monica in the downtown area. The case was very complicated. The Transportation Department screened out several elite units of the criminal investigation department. They still couldn't figure out what happened at the scene. Everything had to be done according to the victim and the suspect. The suspect's confession was used to resolve the case.

A while ago, Huo Ka injured his right leg when he was on the field. He didn't want to waste the panacea for treatment, so he took two more days off to take care of little Enwei in the compound. No matter what, he had to go to the Metropolitan Police Department today. Let’s see what the situation is.

He picked up two breakfasts at Mickey Lane, both of which were standard caloric meals of bean juice coffee and toasted raisins. He was going to take one to the new operator, Miss Bell, and he took the Buffalo County newspaper and wrapped it up with French fries. , I want to bring it to the suspect who is being interrogated today - Hoka is a reasonable person and never abuses criminals, but the prison food in the Traffic Department is not delicious. It has always been like this in the City of Tears, treating prisoners like scourges. , on such a cold day, the canteen of the detention center will only provide overnight meals to the suspects. If something goes wrong during the trial process, the suspect is innocent and a lot of reports will have to be written.

Arriving at the entrance of the Metropolitan Police Department, Miss Bell had been waiting for a long time.

Hoka handed over the breakfast and immediately asked: "Bell, you said you were a psychiatrist before?"

"Yes, I took the certificate and want to come to the Metropolitan Police Department to do psychological profiling of criminals. Maybe this will be useful?" Bell responded immediately.

Hoka: "Where is the prisoner?"

Bell replied awkwardly: "He is in the field team, and two team members are looking at him. He is sitting in the corridor."

Huo Ka's expression immediately became strange——

"——Why isn't he in the detention room?"

Miss Bell had just finished handling Amona's disappearance case and learned the cause and effect. She knew that the priest was here to save people and also wanted to help people in trouble, so she always had a tendency to favor the suspect.

"He didn't like being there. The smell of smoke in the detention room was too strong and there were people watching him."

Hoka immediately said angrily: "You were cast by this guy? He exercised mind control on you?! Is there such a rule?"

Miss Bell immediately sneered and said, "We don't have any evidence either."

"This kid killed twenty-three people on the streets of Santa Monica. Six of them were near death and ten were seriously injured and disabled. Although there was no surveillance and no tangible evidence. Even the murder weapon could not be found," Hoka said. He felt unsure, so he stopped saying: "Okay. At least he is a dangerous person. Miss Bell, you shouldn't be like this. Use chains to deal with wild beasts."

Bell shook his head, but his cheeks turned red and his eyebrows brightened: "I don't think he is a beast, he is like a gentleman."

Chief Hoka crossed the director's counter and greeted the people. The militiamen all respected the chief of staff——

——Just like the ecology of Saladin's army station, the chief of staff is the spiritual leader of the militia and the soul of the team. He is in charge of the food, drink, equipment and dry food of these brothers, which can be said to be the life of their parents.

But when Mr. Hoka came outside the corridor of the field department, he felt an inexplicable embarrassment.

Originally, this was the noisiest place. Several young men from the Stormtroopers liked to ride on the heating rack in the locker room, chatting and spanking. Now they all changed into neat uniforms, and suddenly transformed into dirty wild dogs. A well-educated and elegant young man.

"Mr. Hoka! Good morning!" Julian, who likes to smoke in the office the most, is sitting at his work station today, processing documents, tensing his body, fearing to show his timidity.

On the other side, Jackson, who was supposed to be late, had dark circles under his eyes, but he still wore a tie and sat next to the suspect. He was doing his job faithfully, even though Hoka could tell that Jackson must have gone to the bar last night——

——Everything seems to be different.

Huo Ka walked over with breakfast and saw Father "Zhang Congfeng" sitting quietly on the bench in the corridor.

The mysterious man took off his coat and hat and folded them on the other side. He still wore work gloves. The overalls and shirt looked like a dock worker. Only the Bible tract in his shirt pocket identified him as a clergyman.

"What the hell?" Hoka was full of doubts. When he walked to the priest's side, he felt a strong force coming from his knee. He was about to resist, but somehow he sat back in the chair.

A warm flow of heat came from the injured leg, and in the blink of an eye, it seemed to be healed without medicine.

"Just a last resort?" Jiang Xueming said politely.

Hoka: "I"

Jiang Xueming: "Rheumatoid arthritis, the sequelae of Mrs. Bai's products, seems to be almost healed. You should move more."

Hoka: "Are you a doctor?"

Jiang Xueming: "A psychiatrist occasionally gives massage to patients."

When Huo Ka was about to put breakfast on the table, Jiang Xueming immediately pulled a mobile table and sent it to Mr. Huo Ka.

"please?"

"Uh-huh. Okay." Hoka replied hesitantly: "Thank you."

The chief clerk just put the hot bean juice back on the table and took out the French fries. The priest had already taken away the outer packaging of the newspaper——

——Xue Ming's movements were quick and natural. Returning to the Metropolitan Police Department was just like returning to his own home.

This is not the first time he has come to the military station of the Tear City Transportation Department. To be precise, this place was the temporary headquarters of the Nameless One during the expedition era. Hoka was still a police sergeant at the time, and they had met many times, but at this moment Hoka could not recognize the gunsmith.

"You go back first, Jackson." Hoka ordered: "And you, that one... called..."

Jiang Xueming dismissed the two young men beside him: "My name is Darby, little Darby. His father is the library administrator here - he just came to report last week."

"Oh little Darby." Hoka said with a smile, "You all go back."

The two young men stood up, pretended to take off their hats to thank the priest, and then returned to their respective departments.

Jiang Xueming held the newspaper and put French fries into his mouth. He took out his hand, reached over Mr. Hoka's torso, and picked a vinyl record from the record player on one side.

"'Speak Softly Love', sung by Andy Williams."

Hoka: "What are you doing?"

Jiang Xueming: "They told me you like this."

Huo Ka immediately laughed and said: "Hoho. This trick doesn't work against me. I always do."

"Iron-faced Judge." Jiang Xueming continued: "You have always liked to call yourself this nickname. I know, I know."

These frivolous and casual words seemed to have irritated Mr. Hoka's nerves. How could the leader of his military station be teased by a suspect at will? So he immediately scolded severely.

"Zhang Congfeng, I don't know where you got the confidence to chat with me - but there is one thing I know very well."

"You injured twenty-three people on the streets of Santa Monica, which is prohibited by City of Tears law."

Jiang Xueming: "They are from the King's Gang."

Hoka: "It's not your turn to enforce the law."

Jiang Xueming: "Hmm."

"You could potentially face six months to three years in prison," Hoka added.

Jiang Xueming: "Hmm."

Hoka: "But."

Having said this, Mr. Hoka looked through the file.

"But you voluntarily come to the Metropolitan Police Department to surrender. Depending on the specific circumstances, it will be handed over to the tribunal for decision. You need to pay a fine and then wait for your legal aid. You must cooperate with our investigation."

Right now, right now.

Several little heads poked out from the two corridors in the direction of the Intelligence Department and the Internal Affairs Department - they were all chirping sisters from the military station. They were watching curiously, looking at this polite priest from a distance. I was afraid that this charming Oriental would be wronged at the hands of the Secretary-General.

"That's enough!" Huo Ka was furious: "What are you looking at?!"

Jiang Xueming: "Should I go back to the detention room?"

Hoka: "Yes, Miss Bell will ask you some questions, and you can answer whatever she asks."

Jiang Xueming: "Okay."

Hoka breathed a sigh of relief: "Now do you understand your situation? Father? I hope you can face this matter squarely."

Jiang Xueming: "Can you return my beef jerky to me?"

"That's evidence." Hoka was about to refuse, but when he looked at the priest's kind expression, he actually wavered, "Well, that's just beef jerky, right?"

Jiang Xueming: "Yes, I bought it at a strong-arm grocery store. It costs more than 100 yuan per pound, which is very expensive."

Hoka: "That's right, the food here is not good. Just wait a moment and I'll go to the laboratory to get the things. You go to the detention room first."

Jiang Xueming stood up and took away his clothes and hat: "Thank you."

When Huo Ka got up to look for something, he saw another incredible scene——

——Two K9 police dog units came from the field department. They both have lapis lazuli blood and are meritorious wolf warriors left over from the expedition era.

They circled around the priest, hugging each other with their paws on the ground, wanting to play together. Seeing Secretary Hoka coming, these two wolves were not serious at all, and they did not take the little sergeant of the expedition era seriously.

"What the hell" Hoka muttered under his breath.

Miss Bell pushed up her glasses and checked the personnel files repeatedly.

"Are you from Brumwell?"

Jiang Xueming had already changed into prison uniform. He put his hands on his knees and nodded: "Yes."

Miss Bell asked: "Your family is very complicated. Are you not your biological child?"

Jiang Xueming: "Yes, to be specific, Brunwell is a small city. Above it is District 29, which is an important transportation hub. My hometown has been crazy since I was a child. My parents are both human traffickers." .”

Miss Bell: "Oh"

Jiang Xueming: "Is this related to the case?"

Miss Bell: "I just want to get to know you. Mr. Zhang Congfeng."

Jiang Xueming: "Yeah."

Miss Bell: "I have passed the medical qualification certificate in the field of psychiatry. Regarding your violent crime, your behavior can actually be explained from the field of mental illness."

Jiang Xueming: "I have no intention of exculpating my illness."

Miss Bell: "Not me."

Jiang Xueming: "Or do you want to help me get out of crime? Give me a favor?"

Miss Bell was flustered, and to be honest she was just about to do this——

——When she received Amona’s call for help, she was already in a terrible state of mental collapse. How she wished someone could save this little girl.

Zhang Congfeng just appeared. This man was like an angel sent by God. He fished Daphne and Amona out of the devil's cave, and now he punched and kicked a group of ruffians from the King's Gang, even though he was injured so much. There are many people, but Bell still has a little selfishness. She wants to help the priest get rid of his guilt and use the name of mental illness to relieve his guilt.

Miss Bell changed the subject.

"Were you exposed to violence from your father as a child?"

Jiang Xueming replied without hesitation: "Often."

Miss Bell immediately apologized: "I'm sorry, I'm not"

"You didn't mean to stir up painful memories for me. I know this, I understand." Jiang Xueming thought of his childhood and his mood was very calm: "This is like a copycat. I am also a psychiatrist. When people face power, When oppressed, they usually imitate the behavior and thoughts of the stronger - this is a means of survival and comes from instinct."

Miss Bell asked cautiously: "So, Father, how did your adoptive father treat you?"

Jiang Xueming's thoughts drifted further afield.

"I used to have a dog at home, and I would secretly give it food. It came from the mountains. At first, my adoptive father didn't want to raise it. Just because I gave it some food, it stayed. .”

"I often get beaten. To be honest, I am not a smart child and my academic performance is average. These are not the reasons why my adoptive father beat me. Can you understand?"

"It's like there is an extra sandbag in the house. There are always some pains in our lives. They have nowhere to go. For example, today's weather is not good enough, the sun does not go my way, today's luck is not good enough, and the lottery does not go my way. , the girl I want to pursue today is not good enough, and she still hasn’t responded to my feelings.”

"The accumulation of these unsatisfactory thoughts turned into sticks and fists, and I, the sandbag, would suffer these abuses."

When Xueming talked about these things, his eyes kept staring at Miss Bell——

——He knows that language is a very powerful energy, and tries not to affect Bell's mental state.

"I would also take revenge on my adoptive father. I would steal some leftovers from the kitchen to feed the dogs, which made the family very angry. It's not that I was wasting food, but that I wasted the family's resources. I crossed the line - came From the perspective of the protagonist, he privately accepts a dog and turns it into a new family member.”

"My adoptive father locked me up with dogs in a woodshed for about a year. I don't remember exactly."

Xueming scratched his head and smacked his mouth. He took a piece of beef jerky from the table and gave it to Miss Bell.

"Do you want it?"

Miss Bell felt like there was a heavy stone in her heart and she couldn't breathe: "You can eat it."

Xueming: "It was probably locked up for more than seventy days. The winter vacation I spent with it was not that cold. The thing I was most worried about finally happened."

Miss Bell: "Are you sick? Are you going to die?"

Xueming smiled and said: "I didn't finish my winter vacation homework! Hahahaha"

Miss Bell wiped the tears from her eyes and suddenly became angry: "This joke is inappropriate!"

Xueming continued: "No, that's what I think. Because no one in life will tell me - whether this is correct, whether this is common sense, for a child, if you let him grow up with pain , then pain is as natural to him as breathing, but when he leaves the pain, he will suffocate."

Miss Bell asked nonchalantly: "How did you escape?"

Jiang Xueming: "It's hard to say, maybe I didn't escape. When you were a child, did you think, would life go on like this? If you change to a larger cage, would it still go on like this?"

Miss Bell was silent.

Jiang Xueming was munching on beef jerky and did not take care of the operator's mood.

After a few minutes, Miss Bell then asked; "Did your childhood experiences make you violent?"

Jiang Xueming: "No, I don't think so. I have always been afraid of violence. When I fought with more than 20 people from the war gang, I was very scared."

Miss Bell: "You weren't even hurt"

Jiang Xueming: "Then I should thank the gunsmith and the knight for their combat skills."

Miss Bell: "Do you have a lover?"

Jiang Xueming: "Not at the moment."

Miss Bell: "I am twenty-one years old and have just graduated. I would like to get to know you. If you are free."

"That's the end of the topic. It would be impolite to talk about it any more." Jiang Xueming emphasized: "I am a clergyman."

Miss Bell: "When did you become interested in religion?"

"No, I have never liked religion." Jiang Xueming explained seriously: "It is just a tool, like the law, a tool used to discipline people. I also often use tools to train dogs - talk to them about human beings. Benevolence, justice and morality. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't."

Miss Bell: "You also said you were a psychiatrist? How did you get your degree?"

Jiang Xueming: "Part-time study and work, I want to understand myself."

Miss Bell: "Does this make you despise life? For example, after understanding people themselves, you"

Jiang Xueming: "I like art, creativity and vitality. Ms. Bell, I can also sing hymns - please don't peek into my heart and don't define me privately."

"Can you talk about the incident?" Miss Bell finally talked about the case itself.

Jiang Xueming explained everything clearly, including the encounter with Daphne on the train. And what happened in the poker room later.

"I want to talk to Corker."

"This rat hybrid has a bad temper. He's missing an eye, an injury that no panacea can cure."

"So I thought that Cork should be a remnant from the era of Our Lady of Grace. He has inferior blood combined with rat kidney cells in his body - he is also a miserable man suffering from lycanthropy."

"But the pain of fate cannot be used as an excuse to harm others. It is a terrifying force, but it cannot be turned into a weapon."

"I want to talk to Mr. Corker about why he wanted to imprison a little girl. Why?"

"I was mentally prepared and bought tools at a strong-arm grocery store, but Mr. Corker didn't want to talk to me. He just wanted to ask the thugs to use guns to reason with me."

"So I had no choice. I had to protect myself."

Xueming was very calm when talking about these things.

Miss Bell: "But if you do this, you will put yourself in a dangerous situation. The militia does not support ordinary citizens using violence."

Xueming: "Yes, I know."

Miss Bell: "No matter what, I want to thank you. Thank you for saving Amona."

Xueming: "Do you know Amona?"

Miss Bell: "Yes, I have been chatting with her these past few days."

Xueming: "Then you are a good person. Without you, this little sister might have given up."

Miss Bell said happily: "Really?"

Xueming: "Really, may God bless you."

Miss Bell: "And God bless you, Father."

"That's not necessary." Jiang Xueming shook his head.

Bell wondered: "Why? Isn't it that you came to the Metropolitan Police Department to surrender just to clarify the crime?"

"No." Jiang Xueming denied again: "I'm just waiting for someone. I want to see how Mr. Corker copes with this problem - who will protect him? That's what I think."

"Ah?" Miss Bell said unexpectedly: "Do you think you still want to..."

"Hahaha, I'm just joking." Jiang Xueming pointed to the cell door: "This is the safest place in the City of Tears. I am just a prisoner. How dare I say such a thing? I have no other intentions."

Miss Bell looked worried and warned repeatedly.

"Father, please stop thinking about strange things and leave the rest to us. I believe the inquisition will give you justice."

"Okay." Jiang Xueming responded.

At midnight, the second-in-command of the King's Gang arrived as promised.

This tall, gentle hybrid has a pair of beautiful ears. His name is Ivan Paul. His bloodline comes from the serval cat. He is a cute and cunning beast.

"My whole life has been like walking on thin ice." When Cork, the rat-man, walked out of the military station, he repeatedly said to Ivan: "Do you think I can walk to the other side? Of course I can! What can trouble us brothers!"

Evan: "Yes."

Corker: "We have to find a fucking way to get this priest dead in prison. I don't want to see him again."

Yi Wen: "Boss Pan is waiting for you, let's put this matter aside for now."

Through the prison window, Xueming saw the cars passing by on the street, and also saw the wounded figure of Mr. Cork leaving.

He whistled, and a military dog ​​immediately came to talk to him at the window. In just two minutes, he changed his clothes and found the key from the crack of the cell door.

When the cell door was opened, the two lapis lazuli dogs immediately pounced on him, calling out to the gunsmith with their hot and rough tongues.

"Good dog! Good! Good dog!"

He avoided all surveillance and couldn't avoid it when he walked out of the military station gate, so he turned around and nodded to the camera. He secretly patted the police dogs on their backs and bellies to tell them to hide and not be caught by Mr. Hoka - and then disappeared into the vast night.