Abyss Train

Chapter 840 Tantrum`Fin·The Smiling Man

[Part ①·Reservoir Dogs]
Night falls, and you sit by Jenny's bed, watching the hair dryer do the laundry bit by bit.

You are in a hurry to leave and don't want to disturb Jenny's life anymore -

——This is the end, this is the end of the story.

Even though she has been trying to keep him and hinting at him, maybe this story can have a new beginning?
A desperado, a whore, what else do they have to say? Who wants to hear such a story?
You can no longer remember the process, you are moving very fast.

You are blaming her, accusing her of not being clean enough.

She will also insult you, like a fox terrier whose tail has been stepped on, she will call you a coward and say you have sexual dysfunction.

——If she had scolded you, you would have lost your job long ago, maybe just like her.

You also shared a message on Twitter, which she liked.

These are also old photos of you after you successfully quit drugs and started facing life again.

Jenny seemed to know everything, she just didn't want to expose it.

There is nothing to talk about now, nothing to talk about. You are like an old couple who are familiar yet strange, and who, many years after their divorce, once again burst into unimaginable anger - like two monkeys fighting for territory.

You silently put on your wet and hot clothes, saw the heavy rain outside, and left without hesitation.

Jenny is crying and shouting behind you!

"Book!"

You didn’t want to respond, her voice was louder than thunder.

"Ben! Ben Rickett!"

"Can you kiss me?!"

I am already thirty-three years old, and most of my life has passed.

Perhaps in the fake world, in the fake Internet, in the fake neurotoxins - Jenny occasionally woke up for a moment.

Your dark skin and ugly looks turn everything into a strange gap, a strange difference.

Suddenly you feel that life is meaningless, just like the clothes you just washed, which do not need to be washed again or dried.

Look at me, I am right beside you, I spit out some firewood and was drenched by the heavy rain like a drowned dog.

"Goodbye, Jenny!"

Ben Rickett decided to die, and before leaving the world, he wanted to say goodbye properly.

"Bye! Take care, girl!"

Jenny suddenly stopped, and when she reached the used car market, she stopped running out.

To her, it seems that the whole world is just this big, and it is already wonderful enough——

——The mobile phone can take her to very far places, but desire locks her tightly in this cage.

"Bye, nigger!"

Jenny makes a gesture towards you, but you can't tell whether it's [OK!] or a middle finger.

Holding the rotten banknotes and stuffing them into your inner pocket, you rush into the rainy suburbs of Washington, open your arms and walk freely in the rain.

You walk faster and faster, your body feels so light that you can almost close your eyes and jog on the country roads.

Breathe! Ben Rickett! Breathe!
The storm is on the way, more than 800 meters to your right, and there are no cars to stop you! They are afraid of that cumulonimbus cloud!

The tornado connects the sky and the earth, the thunder is beating your drum, keep going! Keep going!
The buildings in the distance are like man-made gods. They tower into the clouds, flashing all kinds of lights, bringing together the wishes of almost everyone in the United States to this great city.

You no longer have guns or knives, and it seems that you no longer have to hurt others, nor will you be hurt by others.

Like your ancestors, run ten kilometers or so, panting with exhaustion, and then look at the prey that is almost dying of heat, declaring victory in this round.

I shouted, "Ben! Run! Ben! Where are you going to die? The White House?"

"I don't know! Bad dog! I don't know!" You are so happy that you can't stop laughing: "I don't know!"

There is an MPV on the road ahead, and a reckless storm chaser!
You immediately follow him and come to the side of the researcher at the weather station.

"Look! Brother!"

You pointed to rain clouds in the far distance, and a tornado connecting the clouds to the earth.

"You should go! You should go!"

But this fanatical meteorological researcher had no intention of giving up. He still held his cameras, trying to pursue the death that was so close.

"You're so damn disobedient!——"

You are so angry that you are mad and you are so angry that you laugh!

You knock the idiot unconscious with a headbutt and kick his equipment into the field, smashing the camera to pieces.

You are laughing wildly! Hahahahahahahaha! Fists can talk! Fists can find power!
You carry the poor creature into the car, and then set off again, driving towards the city!
You feel like the tornado is right behind you, urging you to complete your mission quickly.

The moment you drive into the suburbs, you hear the Miami police report again, and then switch the radio station to change your mood.

“I believe that the current rapid development of the United States can still lead all mankind to a happy future.”

Halfway through listening, you are almost impatient and go to the TV station where this media person works -

——It's only a fifteen-minute drive to the broadcast studio, and you snatch the director's evening high-sugar snack with a glass covered in corn syrup, and knock the cereal porcelain cup into the head of this stupid idiot who is talking nonsense!

Kill another one! I didn't say anything! Ben! Good job!

Like a flash of lightning, you rushed out of the TV station through the emergency passage and made faces in front of the surveillance camera. You found your innocence again! You found the pleasure of playing pranks in your childhood!

Back to the rain! Another noisy sound draws you away.

On the commercial street next to the Broadcasting Building, towering mobile phone stands open a thousand and ten thousand mouths to the chaotic digital space and the information world of the World Wide Web.

You listen all the way, and then kick their tripods away!

No one dared to stop you because you looked like Beelzebub crawling out of hell, covered with flies.

There is a voice! There is a voice that haunts you!
"Mexican chicken burrito! It's awful, guys!"

The food blogger looks ugly and like a hyperthyroidism patient. He has a billboard hanging around his neck and holds three or four food tastings in his hands.

"I think we need to have a little American confidence! What makes you unconfident?"

"Is it a 5G signal? No! American chicken rolls! Delicious!"

The rapidly increasing amount of money transfer information in the live broadcast room makes people's blood pressure soar.

"Chinese hotpot is nasty! American hotpot is delicious!"

"After coming to America, the air has become sweeter!"

"Look at this beautiful environment! I'm going to get some water from the sewer to drink now!"

"There's not a speck of dust in the rain! It's time for dinner again this month!"

You grinned and took the fire axe next to the emergency door like a graceful dancing artist.

Then he chopped his head in half with one axe!
Blood flowed out like a fountain, along with shit and urine!
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!
Ben! Ben Rickett! Life isn't just cheating on you! It's raping you!

What kind of country is this!? Children are smuggling drugs! Men are committing crimes! Women are eager to become prostitutes and are proud of it!
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Ben Rickett! Listen carefully!
You are at the center of the world! Do you hear the sirens?! Do you hear them?!

People hate each other for all sorts of reasons—

——Men hate women, and women hate men.

Men and women hate new life and live worse than pigs and dogs.

Religion has become a tool of fraud, and state troopers have more power to carry out executions than judges.

The criminals will never repent. Violence! Violence! Violence everywhere!

Animals are worth more than human lives, my brother, before discussing family and love, we must first clarify the politically correct opinions.

Everyone is like an atom, isolated, divided, and surrounded by terrifying loneliness.

The whip never leaves you, nigger—only it doesn't choose its slaves any more, it whips everybody, young or old, male or female.

You stand in the rain like an iron statue, with only flies and axes to keep you company.

Have I ruined your life, Ben? Should I not be here?
"Hehehe! Ahaha! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

You are crazy, completely crazy.

"Ehehehehehe! Hehehehehe!"

"Hehehehehehehehe!"

Yes! Happy! You are happier than ever.

The pain is gone! The thing that has been holding you back is gone!

[Part②·That moment]
"I'm sorry, Ben Rickett." Su Xingchen came to you again.

At the bottom of a lead-sealed well, you are guarded, facing a television.

6◇9◇Book◇Bar

The daily entertainment consists of collections of fairy tales and cartoons from the 1960s to the 1990s.

You return to your childhood and feel that the whole world is full of strange colors——

——The floaters in my eyes are getting worse and worse. There are many Morpho butterflies floating and slowly wriggling.

"It was my carelessness that allowed the Huodou monster on Agent Su Xingcai's body to run into your brain." Su Xingchen felt very guilty. He was about to light a cigarette and finally handed the first cigarette to you.

You take it slowly—

—Borrow fire from my forehead.

You said: "It's okay"

Su Xingchen: "Before the FBI finds out the whole story, I still have to say that this situation is actually very rare in human society."

Another female agent from Tianshu followed up with an explanation.

"I'm really sorry. I didn't expect your schizophrenia to be the cause of evil spirit possession."

You then said, "No, this was all my intention. I don't mean to shirk my responsibility."

To this day, Ben Rickett, you still believe that this anger comes from your true heart - this kind of destructive and unthinking rage seems to really come from your heart.

“Haha.” You still smiled lightly, looking relieved: “If you let me out for a few more days, I will definitely be happier - I want to kill more people, there will always be a chance, there will always be a chance.”

Su Xingchen was silent.

Ms. Latia also fell silent.

Ms. Su Xingcai pulled me back into her body, and I lost my short vacation and my freedom.

My name is Huodou, I am the unlucky star in the sky, the star of disaster——

——I am the assistant of the God of Fire, and I will come to the mortal world occasionally to take a look.

Just a glance at it makes me sigh.
"At least the Animal Protection Association is still working hard." Ben Rickett, you always have a lot of witty remarks, "It allows so many animals to live well in human society, hehehe."

Su Xingchen and Ms. Latia said.

"How will Tianshu handle this?"

Latia: "This is a spiritual disaster spillover incident. It should be dealt with to the utmost. We all have to cooperate with the investigation - after all, so many people died."

"Ben Rickett." Ms. Su Xingcai said seriously, "Do you really think these people deserve to die?"

You were silent for a while, and then recalled this journey full of surprises.

"Officer! You didn't grow up here, you didn't live in this community"

You flicked the ash off your cigarette and took another long drag.

"There is no such thing as who deserves to die or who doesn't. This is a jungle."

"The beasts in the jungle are divided into the weak and the strong."

"I love that dog, it's mine!"

“My Dog is also my God—I’ve never felt better!”

"So happy, so happy, so sad"

"Ms. Latia? Can I still watch your show?"

Latia quickly said, "If TRG allows, it will still be this Saturday, with a new guest."

"Hahahahaha! That's good! That's good!" You almost cry with gratitude.

I can't feel you anymore, the connection with you is broken.

I was taken to my motherland, to the other side of the ocean, to the underground world of Daxinganling for investigation.

I'm going to miss you, Ben Rickett.

On Saturday night, Marty TV's "Devil's Talk Show" started as scheduled.

There are three important guests this time, one of whom is a young girl who is deeply troubled by supernatural events - her name is Cindy Prado.

The second guest is a veteran of Russian TV’s psychic variety shows, a senior male psychic named Vladimir Ivan Urnovich.

The last guest is from Seattle. He often performs magic in front of the Key Arena. He is also an internet celebrity blogger in the era of self-media and a psychic hunter and faker - his name is William Blitz.

They had a great time chatting on the stage, but occasionally there were some live broadcast accidents, such as the evil spirit in Miss Cindy forcibly inserting advertisements. This young and beautiful girl might have put on special effects makeup and could change her head in an instant and turn into a ferocious devil.

You watched with great interest and exclaimed in admiration again and again.

Mr. Flamikil kept explaining that there was a powerful demon hiding in Cindy's body, trying to make her pregnant so that he could take this opportunity to come to the world.

On the other hand, Mr. William spoke some old-fashioned words and used various scientific explanations to expose these tricks.

As for Ms. Latia? She had been trying to ease the atmosphere so that the three people would not fight on the spot.

By the fourth commercial, you’re a little tired, but still hopeful that the story will end.

Well, it seems to be coming to the end.

Mr. Vladimir took out his book on exorcism and began to chant and pray from his old holy book.

——Miss Cindy was tied to a chair and struggling in pain.

In an instant, flames burst out of her mouth!
Her hair was almost burnt off and her skin turned blood red.

The audience was terrified. There was no more laughter or joy, as if the joke was not so funny.

William the counterfeiter screamed.

"Oh my god! Is there really a devil in this fucking bitch?!"

Ms. Latia took out the temperature gun: "It seems that this boring live broadcast farce has taken a new turn - let's take a look at Miss Cindy's temperature, she is almost cooked, 364 degrees - my God, she is like a sexy bomb."

"I order you! Get away from this poor woman as soon as possible!" Mr. Flamigil was still trying.

Miss Cindy's voice became wild and unbridled, and she grabbed the chair and flew up!

Her eyes were fierce and vicious, and her mouth was full of yellow teeth spewing out bugs and maggots!
"You bunch of bastards! None of you will leave here alive!"

Before he could finish his words, the studio doors slammed shut, the audience panicked, and the stage curtains began to burn.

Until an Oriental man with black hair and black eyes trotted onto the stage.

——As if it was a routine, he took out a strange-looking ring from his pocket.

The broadcast on TV suddenly stopped, and you finally felt relieved. Maybe this was just a comedy choreographed by computer special effects.

The devil's howling was heard from the intermittent signal source with snowflakes.

"Fuck! Gun!—"

(End of this chapter)