Abyss Express

Foreword:

[The ideal is the guiding light. ]

[——Leo Nikolaevich Tolstoy]

[Part ①——Small Church of Giving Blood]

The five stared at the elevator buttons with big eyes and small eyes——

——In the end, Jason reluctantly took Jiang Xueming's panacea and healed the bruise on his face. Immediately afterwards, his eyes widened, carefully observing the button.

Meteor yelled at the side: "Hey, can you handle it? Don't play tricks!"

The little waiter pouted, and immediately became unhappy: "You are not allowed to question my good sir! He is very powerful!"

After about ten seconds, Jason pressed the wooden button corresponding to the floor - the elevator finally started running.

Wen Bucai: "How do you know it's this level?"

Jiang Xueming was also waiting for an answer, staring at Jason with fiery eyes.

Jason patiently explained.

"This elevator has a total of 31 floors, of which the eighth and ninth floors should be the financial room or the council hall. There are seven different fingerprints. The fingers are hypertrophy and there are no scars."

"The other ordinary floors are considered the living area, and there are more oil and dust on the wooden buttons, which are the tool room, warehouse, electrical room and garbage disposal room."

"According to the organizational structure of Nine Realms Station, people from Skull and Bones will go to platform zero to report. Judging from the mechanical strain of the wooden button, the oldest and loosest button is the floor leading to platform zero."

Jiang Xueming asked: "What if there is a grumpy old man who likes to punch the elevator buttons?"

"If this is a long-term habit, there will be a large dent on the dial." Jason didn't finish his sentence——

——The elevator door opened slowly.

A group of people passed the reception hall and the bathroom, and after walking for tens of meters, they suddenly realized that a huge obsidian bridge came into view.

Meteor pulled Jason excitedly: "Wow! Really! You are really good!"

Wen Bucai: "So talented."

"It's just a small skill." Although Jason said so, the little waiter was like his tail, wagging happily.

The bridge is more than 60 meters wide. Jiang Xueming used a pedometer to measure the total length of 441 meters. There are many footprints of livestock on the road, as well as tire marks left by rubber tires.

All the way unimpeded, did not encounter any enemies.

Until the five people arrived at the first road sign attraction on platform zero.

It was a classical building in the European Gothic style, with flying buttresses and a tall, pointed roof.

The large golden glass is covered with blood-red crazy butterflies. The statues on the left and right sides of the main entrance are knights in armor and swords, and sages holding stones and sticks in the other.

On the inverted cross at the highest point, instead of Jesus being crucified, a huge mad butterfly hanging upside down was replaced.

The church is about sixteen meters high, and this butterfly occupies almost two-thirds of the entire church. Its insect mouthparts are just aimed at the gate, as if it wants to suck the brains of the blood donor.

There are different roads on the left and right sides of the church. To the left is a winding mountain road that stretches for several kilometers, and you can take a car.

To the right is the complex mine road leading to the bottom of the deep pit, but all the mine carts are gone. Judging from the traces of cigarette butts on the duty post, it seems that they have just left - it seems that they have received wind, and they must hurry up and do things. All means of transport are taken away.

Only the antechamber and the confessional are exposed in the entire church, and the rest are hidden in the obsidian mountain.

Its name is engraved on the white marble floor in front of the door, which is in Hebrew.

Wen Bucai knew each other, and so did Jason.

They read out at the same time.

"The Church of the Blood."

Jiang Xueming was puzzled: "Is this imitating the Lingweng Church at Nine Realms Station?"

Wen Bucai: "I'm afraid it is. After all, the station gives passengers sticks and pyroxenes, which are real favors-the Skull and Bones Association wants to recruit troops, so it is impossible to do nothing. If you admit defeat in terms of welfare benefits, who will pay you?" What about risking your life?"

"There are no people, no ghosts, what Church of the Bleeding! The scriptures will be burned for you, and the cross will be straightened for you! You will be destroyed within three days, and the church will be full of doors!" Meteor walked forward, wanting to kick him. Open the door and see what's going on inside.

Wen Bucai grabbed Meteor just in time, and threw it behind him.

"Wait."

Jiang Xueming caught his little partner, and saw Wen Bucai walking forward while taking out his backpack, wondering, "What do you want to do?"

Wen Bucai: "Did you enter such a ghostly place? Do you think you didn't suffer enough? My inspiration tells me that there are people inside."

Jiang Xueming observed the mountain: "Is there someone inside? This seems to be the only entrance to platform zero. After we gave the stone, we went to the boss to get the stick immediately. It should not be far from the final goal. Mr. Wen Bucai, your Means, we have to take a detour? Make another careful plan? Make a detailed battle plan?"

"No, I don't have any ideas, and I don't have any battle plan. What are the five of us planning? Come up with your unique skills and head to head!" Wen Bucai only cared about props from his backpack, and finally took out more than 20 yuan." Plasticine," much like soap.

But Jiang Xueming recognized it immediately.

- It's a plastic bomb.

Wen Bucai put bombs on the load-bearing columns outside the church while explaining.

"Remember, you little ones, like this kind of ghost place, most experienced passengers are directly leveled with bombs. A Xing is right-this kind of strange building with neither people nor ghosts , it should be blasted to the sky.”

"Go in? Enter the door from this road? What if there are some twists and turns in the mechanism poisonous arrows, and a few repeated terrains like ghosts hitting the wall, do you think I am playing a game made by Hidetaka Miyazaki? How many do I have?" fate?"

Jiang Xueming followed immediately: "I'll help you!"

Jason and Meteor Qiqi were dumbfounded. They thought that Wen Bu was a fun person, but he didn't expect that he was a life person. He behaved very sincerely in this kind of place.

The little waiter immediately asked: "Mr. Wen! Are these plastic bombs used to deal with rotten dragons? You use them now? What do you do when you kill the dragon?"

Wen Bucai immediately replied: "Relax, I've seen even bigger scenes, and he had suffered from hot weapons sixteen years ago, maybe he has learned to be smart, and this thing is not easy to use? Adapt to circumstances!"

Little waiter: "That"

"Don't talk about it." Wen Bucai snapped his fingers and signaled everyone to leave quickly, which means that after posting the bomb, we're done: "Don't we have to retreat without weapons, bombs, or fire? I'm going to hide in the dragon Kneel down to it? I'm going to admit defeat?"

Everyone retreated a hundred meters away——

——Looking at the weight of the plastic bomb, it can definitely destroy any creature within a radius of 100 meters.

[Part②——Sense of Ritual]

There are two rows of seats in the Chapel of the Blood.

The left side is reserved for the sixteen cabinet members, the smart people who are the bridge between the Skull and Bones and the external trade transfer station.

The right side is reserved for sixteen special guests, who are hunter talents recruited by Skull and Bones from all walks of life.

All the seats were empty, and a well-informed smart ghost took the lead in running away. After seeing the horrors of Boke Pass and the Great Shepherd Garden, he immediately fled through another secret passage.

Only the old housekeeper Andre and the little attendant Baru stayed here. They were the closest minions and the most powerful subordinates of the chieftain.

At this very moment, they stayed under the icon of the Mad Butterfly, guarded the only way to the cabinet, and stayed in front of the podium of the Chapel of the Blood, in order to give the enemy a blow - just like the ceremony of the Blood, Do all the rituals well.

The little attendant Balu is only twenty years old. He is strong and strong. He shows his guns and combat weapons to his companions. He wants to fight bloody bloody battles with the enemy. The power of the soul bursts out from his body, flashing and disappearing. .

The old housekeeper, Andre, looks to be in his fifties, but he is actually close to seventy years old. The reason why he can always be by the side of the chief is because the building design of the entire platform zero, water and electricity wiring, ventilation and fire prevention are all His pen.

It is half of Andre's credit that this devil's cave can be operated to this day.

Baloo changed several postures in front of the podium, discussing his debut lines with the old butler.

"What are we going to talk about, Andrei? How long is it going to be? They won't stop coming, will they?"

Andre stood in front of the podium, dressed in gorgeous clothes, with his hands on the Mad Butterfly Bible: "I have to ask questions one by one, so I can answer them one by one."

Baloo immediately stood up and raised his head, but felt that his momentum was not enough, and he wanted to ask the most important thing.

"Then just say it! How do I meet the enemy? How do I show myself when they come in?"

Andre: "There must be a sense of ritual."

Baru: "How can I have a sense of ritual?"

Andre: "I'll knock down the [Holy Blood] and [Holy Sacrament] of the Crazy Butterfly Bible, and you will cut your wrists and bleed to activate the mechanism."

Baloo was pleasantly surprised: "Good! This way the lime powder will burn with the sulfur when it sees my blood! It's very easy to fool people! They will definitely be scared, and they won't even be able to hold their guns steadily!"

Andre went on to say: "If you don't rush forward, I will continue to knock on [Etiquette] and [Blooding], and the lights will light up one by one-you will fight them, you must fight with style, and you must be full of determination." !"

Baloo was pleasantly surprised: "Okay! Then my blood and sweat will fall into the holy place, in the church, and I will be with the mad butterfly!"

Andre: "If you are exhausted, use the panacea, and I will draw out the envelope of [The Holy Spirit], and when you open the envelope, its gunpowder will ignite the pages, and you will be reborn from the ashes at the same time, and you will be the first to be with them." In two rounds of fighting, you have to shoot out all the bullets before you can show your white blade and fangs."

Baloo: "Then what are you doing?"

Andre: "I'm in charge of watching."

Baloo: "You just watched?"

Andre: "After you die, I will try to fight and eat your flesh and blood, like a weak old wolf who is about to die of old age and will die of a heart attack at any time. To fight for the ideal in my heart, the mad butterfly will definitely appreciate it." Me, look up to me, and finally accept me."

Baru: "What about before?"

Andre: "Maybe I'll fire a few shots, but I don't know how to shoot—if I hit you, the sense of ritual will be ruined."

Baru was lonely: "Are you going to use these tricks to pretend to fight alongside me?"

Andre: "After all, the chief will only say [Get on me], not [Follow me]——Do you have any strange illusions about our station? Baru?"

Baru shook his head: "It's just... I don't think it should be like this, it shouldn't be"

Andre: "In the past sixteen years, I have worked for the big boss and built a nest for the rotten dragon. No one has ever arrived here. This is your first time on stage. You will be nervous, feel uncomfortable, and lose your sense of security. this is normal."

Baloo suddenly woke up.

"That's right. I never killed the enemy with the lowly mercenaries at the Boke checkpoint. I just watched them roll in the blood and flesh. Occasionally, I felt an inexplicable pleasure in my heart. I understand that it is a sense of superiority. I compare These low-level beings who are dying to survive must be noble and elegant—thanks to the chief for keeping me away from disputes, not having to work for the abyss railway, and allowing me to live comfortably and happily for so long."

"But don't worry." Andre's calm expression became sly and stern: "In the sixth row and the eighth row—two places near the gate, I prepared a hidden arrow mechanism, and there are steel wire trip ropes everywhere here. Clamps and traps - before the big boss didn't want me to do these weird things, so as not to accidentally hurt the VIPs in the cabinet, now I can let go and do it hehehehe"

Baloo: "What if they hurt me?"

Andre threw a design drawing casually: "Then use your brain and write it down?"

Balu caught it, and held his breath under the icon of the Mad Butterfly. After watching it for a long time, he finally couldn't remember it, because he didn't have this talent at all.

"It seems that I am in danger today. Andre, I always feel that the probability of dying in your hands is much greater than in the hands of the enemy."

Andre's face was full of indifference: "The big boss is only interested in currying favor with the rotten dragon, and the VIPs in the cabinet fled. After thinking about it, I don't understand why Platform Zero, which I have worked so hard for so long, is like a porcelain doll. It just breaks—maybe because of this disregard, I disregard your life, and you disregard mine, no matter whether we live or die, we will eventually become crazy butterflies. How could a group that eats human flesh and drink human blood care about [ What about people's own safety?"

"Forget it, my mind is simple, so I won't think so much." Balu finally gave up and chose a suitable place to stand still.

Below the podium, he could see the long and redundant lobby avenue dozens of meters away.

He pondered carefully, thinking to himself.

This room is really exquisitely made. If the enemy comes in, if he wants to raise his gun immediately, he will definitely not be able to find his target in the dark.

Immediately afterwards, the lights came on round by round, and there was a magnesium strip in the flame closest to them, which would surely blind these people's eyes.

If necessary, I'd be going through the lectern mic to get them flustered.

What can I say?

Just in Spanish - say welcome!

They are confused by the sound and cannot find the real sound. I kicked a few more chairs away, and while they were raising their guns, I shot and killed one or two from the darkness, and when they were shot and fell to the ground, I walked forward—stepping out of the darkness on the red carpet, followed by Anne. Andre's organs worked together to kill these dogs.

so--

——The big boss will come back to me!

so--

——Maybe I can continue to lie on the soft bed in the tower of platform zero, use the binoculars to see the scenery of Bok Pass, and live a life of eating and dying every day.

bring it on.

Why not come?

As long as you show up--

——I will greet you with two CZ805 rifle bullets.

If you dodge to the side and look for tables and chairs to save your life, that's the best thing - I can also use my high-pitched and loud laughter to mock your stupidity of being trapped by traps and traps.

I have all the lines in mind!

"Ideal is the guiding light! Only brave warriors who go forward in the dark can be my enemy!"

Baloo muttered like this, as if he was in a daze, and all he could think about was flowers and spirits.

Andre finally got a little impatient - he had been standing in front of the podium for more than an hour, and his old waist couldn't hold it up.

The same is true for Baloo, feeling dry eyes.

The day before he hid in the tower and didn't sleep, just to clear the game, but he didn't expect such a thing to happen the next day.

The defense of the cabinet is very weak. There are not many guns in the master's bedroom. The chief is a suspicious and sensitive person, and will never allow any dangerous dirty things to be brought into platform zero.

"Why? Why haven't they come yet? My [Drama·drama] enthusiasm is going to be exhausted!" Baloo scratched his heart and lungs, and the little bow tie of the white dress became messy with his restless heart: "Why did they Still not coming? Why are you so arrogant?!"

Andre remained silent, using inspiration to explore things outside the house. Finally speak——

"—Maybe it's because of fear? They're leaving? Originally, I could vaguely feel that someone was groping outside the door."

Baloo raised his head and asked angrily: "Could it be that your clumsy mechanism showed its feet! Scared them away?"

Facing doubts, Andre became even angrier: "Impossible, the trap mechanism I set up is perfect, how can you question me? I will design the room and arrange the schedule for you. Don't you feel how delicate the comfortable life is every day?" Absolutely flawless?"

Baloo was puzzled: "Why? Why did they run away? I don't understand! Could it be that they are a group of cowards? They are clear in their hearts and think clearly—they are not our opponents?"

Andre looked regretful: "Perhaps I was scared away by the icon of the crazy butterfly-what a pity, how perfect my stage is! How perfect are you as an actor?"

"No, no, no, no, no, they can't leave!" Balu's feeling of uneasiness in his heart became more and more intense: "If...if they leave, how can I prove my ability? How can I continue to eat and wait to die under the favor of the big boss?" ? I have to take back some loot at least! A head? An arm? Even a finger? What should I use to prove my worth to the big boss?"

Andre also began to lightly beat the old waist: "Don't you have ideals? You read the same scriptures and perform the same ceremony as the chief. You are also a person with soul power. You don't need to use these mortal bodies to prove anything?"

Baloo shook his head, and was about to rush out the door: "No. I'm still very uneasy. If these enemies come in and fight to the death on the stage, it's okay-if the enemies just run away like this! The guests are shameless Come back, if you want to take credit with me, they will definitely come to harm me when you go to the altar for a sacrifice ceremony, and the offering to the rotten dragon is my useless human body!"

Andre wanted to say something else: "But... how do you count the credit for Bok's sentry?"

At this very moment—

——Baloo ran over two low steps and rushed towards the gate.

At this moment, the bright firelight illuminated the contours of his hard cheeks.

Time slows down.

He secretly rejoiced, is it the light that bursts out when the magnesium bars are burning?

wrong--

——How could this kind of light be so hot, the scorching air waves almost took the legs off the ground?

The flames engulfed the shattered glass, like a stream of iron, stone, and gold sand. The roar of the shock wave and the gnawing flames destroyed Baloo's eardrums within a hundredth of a second.

He didn't have an inch of intact skin on his body anymore. The huge energy generated by the explosion tore his skin and muscles apart, and then his bones were also turned into powder, causing countless scorched black gravel and glass fine sand to be cut and smashed into a meat paste, and finally turned into a fleshy pulp. Formed into a blood mist like clouds and smoke.

Andre was farther away from the explosion point, with a distance of tens of meters. At the moment of the explosion, he did not respond.

——I could only watch helplessly as the billowing smoke and dust rushed towards my face.

The trap in the dark was crushed by the huge pressure, and the air wave blew away all the hidden arrows of the mechanism.

He wanted to escape, but just as he took a step, the pre-prepared animal trap found Andre's leg in the revolving vortex created by the pressure difference of the explosion, like a little tadpole looking for its mother.

Only a tenth of a second passed, and Andre froze in place, and his strong dragon blood body made his death process very slow.

The plastic explosives turned the statues and glass of the church into ten thousand knives, like cutting equipment of the sand washing process, took away all the soft substances in Andre's body, and turned him into a dry bone at the first time, and eventually even the bones There is nothing left, only the iron frame riddled with holes, protecting a solitary metacarpal bone - it is an academic problem for Jason Megan, a half-assed coroner, to find out the cause of death is as difficult as heaven.

At a distance of two hundred meters, Jiang Xueming could still feel the air shock waves generated by these explosives, and the entire obsidian bridge shook. A lot of gravel fell and fell into the lava river.

— An explosion, better than the roar of a rotten dragon.

——The explosion is the fire of retribution.