Abyss Train

Chapter 844 Horizonyi③·This is life
[Part①·Enjoy life]
Well, it's all over now!

The story changes from a simple family travel horror film to a family comedy without suspense.

Of course, you all know who this “he”, this “husband”, the “male protagonist” in this story is.

He is Bai Zhenzhen, Jiang Xueming’s third child and a geologist employed by the Secret Library.

We no longer have to maintain a strange sense of mystery and refer to the third child in the third person - he said he couldn't see ghosts, and that was true.

Bai Zhenzhen is 28 years old. In his childhood, he occasionally showed some psychic potential, but as he grew up, this talent became more and more distant from him, and finally slowly disappeared.

He really couldn't see spirits. Every dirty love word that the ghost doll Ginny said to him, and every cry of love and pleasure she made, was like talking to a cow and was in vain.

In some ways he is like his father, completely blind in heart and without any self-awareness.

For example, a gunsmith has no idea about his own beauty, and he often misjudges his own strength.

The same goes for Bai Zhenzhen. Things that he cannot see seem to not exist. This kind of experience of turning danger into safety often occurs during caving adventures. It accompanies his career and protects him everywhere.

And what about his father? What about the gunsmith whose name is so long that it could fill an entire chapter?

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“At the age of 50, experience life again!”

"Bring your friends! Bring these pretty girls!"

The radio played the Sydney TV station's travel advertisement again through two thin headphone wires.

The gunsmith worked quickly and efficiently. After cleaning up James' room, he carried the fat man's body to the first floor.

Fragrant Dream had already dug a pit and sent James, the new blood-donating friend, into it.

Then he dropped a silicone doll, which should be James' favorite "woman". The gunsmith began to swing a shovel and fill the soil with SD.

“Enjoy life! Enjoy the scenery of Oceania!”

Take James' monitor and write the epitaph with SD's cat's paw.

——James Irving, a morally corrupt scumbag.

Then the gunsmith squatted down, raised his mobile phone, and wanted to take a photo with the tombstone.

“Press the shutter! Seize every moment!”

“Crack!——”

He picked up the bucket and continued to search downstream following the rhythm of the advertisement.

"Go sea fishing! Go fight the waves! Be a real man!"

He found the dying Manson Page in a shallow stream in the wild.

There was also a nocturnal beast in the distance. The gunsmith was full of surprise. The last time he saw this thing was more than ten years ago, in a primitive tribe in Zanzibar. The natives there regarded this deformed monster as a god.

The nocturnal beast still had its last breath. It drank a lot of water, barely supporting its body, and gradually trying to get up.

"Go play ball! Sweat it out on the beach!"

The big iron cat stirs up a divine wind!
The fists and feet smashed the monster's skull in an instant, followed by the second head and the third head!

It exploded like a watermelon! It was completely dead! No matter how skilled the old wizard was, he couldn't bring it back to life!

"Find another way to live! Try!"

"Try! To complete another life!"

Manson Page raised his head and said to this old man whom he had never met before: "I want to live"

"Life! Life! Life! How wonderful!"

Manson: "I just want to live"

In the night, a brilliant firework exploded in the sky above Sydney in the late night.

The gunsmith couldn't hear what Page was saying, but the stench of blood coming from this guy was already nauseating.

He didn't know what the local government was up to. How could this evil creature escape from prison intact and even start a new life?
Before the next burst of fireworks, Fragrant Dream had already made a new gun.

"boom!--"

Along with the heart-shaped flower bud in the sky, Manson Page's brain also suddenly burst open.

After doing these things, the gunsmith returned to the muddy road, one step deep and one step shallow, and walked back to the door of the inn. His eyes were still changing all the time, scanning every window on the second and third floors. His pupils were constantly converging and diffusing, as if locking onto multiple targets.

Just at this moment, James Irving's grandmother finally woke up.

She staggered out of the trap door. The wound on her neck had healed. She was a blood-giving monster with extraordinary self-healing abilities.

Seeing that there was a new guest at the door, she walked out with a smile on her face, before her confused mind could clear up.

"Ouch! Another guest is here?!~"

The scary grandma couldn't find a shovel, so she took a half-finished sweater from the cashier counter and pulled out two sharp knitting needles, ready to use these things to stab to death the ungrateful old man in front of her - of course, she had to stab him in the eyes right away!

She thought that the guests who came in the second half of the night were not easy to deal with. They were either police officers who came to question her or relatives of the victims who had been tracing their families. If they were not, she would just kill them all and leave peace - after all, Australia is so big, and the death of one or two lonely and helpless passers-by is not a big problem!
The evil god needs more essence! More blood!
The gunsmith turned around and asked, "Hello, old man!"

The scary grandma's cheeks turned red, and her blood rushed up.

——She saw the graceful figure of this "handsome young man" in his early fifties, and the wrinkles between the gunsmith's eyebrows. Those eyes seemed to be able to speak, and every crow's feet told a story, were like aged wine and intoxicating tea.

Under the windproof and close-fitting high-collar jacket, the black tight vest is so tight that it can show the explosive muscle texture. In the 1990s, this man was so tough that he could penetrate granite! ~
"Oh!~~" The terrifying grandma was captured at once. She seemed to feel that at the age of 64, the holy blood was about to bring new life to her, and her bones were about to become soft.

"I followed my son and my daughter-in-law. They just arrived today. I found this place later. Do you have any impression?" Jiang Xueming took out a diary and a pen, and said in a gentle voice: "He should have driven an electric pickup truck. He paid with a coupon at Hertz Car Rental Company and then came here."

[Part②·The story is about to end]
"Uh..." The scary grandma was in a dilemma. She rarely saw such a handsome old man visiting late at night. Almost all her life before that was given to little James.

——Ever since James's parents set themselves on fire and summoned the evil god to the cellar, she has been conscientiously taking care of her grandson, either choosing sacrifices for the evil god or bringing food and women to her grandson.

"Wake up!~Wake up!~" The scary grandma whispered in a low voice: "Maybe you should live for yourself once!~"

"Oh no no no. Oh no."

Her lips were dry and she was in a dilemma. If she let the newlyweds go, would the Evil God spare her life?

Don't let love get to your head! No! ~
But look at him! look at him! —

—He's like a Shetland Sheepdog! Look at his eyes! Eyes like amber!

"They are on the second floor, 203"

Gunsmith: "Thank you! Can I go get them?"

The scary grandma hesitated.

The gunsmith explained: "I know that many private hotels have rules. For example, guests cannot go upstairs after the visiting hours at midnight." The scary grandma was relieved.

——What a polite person!

The gunsmith whispered, "I would feel guilty if I caused you any trouble and made your guest angry."

At this moment, the followers of the Crazy Butterfly Holy Church were almost defeated.

"I want a list of who these residents are, what floor they are on, where they live, so that if I disturb them - I can still say a few words? Right?"

"That's right." The terrifying grandma took out the registration book without hesitation, and took out her mobile phone to exchange the hotel list with the gunsmith.

This list became a book of life and death in the hands of the gunsmith and a circle of friends for another Thumb Brother.

"Thank you so much, my beautiful lady." The gunsmith said sincerely, nodding his head repeatedly, and talked to the scary grandmother about the details of his family. "If you don't mind, I'd like to stand in the corridor for a while?"

The scary grandma wanted to chase him out, but she didn't want to disturb this strange man.

"Please."

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"It's brighter here." The gunsmith looked up at the fluorescent lights on the porch and began to talk about the garden. "I found some nightshade plants in the garden. They look great. You have great taste."

“Hehehehehehe!” The scary grandma laughed, “They are all poisonous. You’d better be careful.”

The gunsmith lit a cigarette and said, "I didn't want to come to Australia with the young couple. It's too far. I shouldn't travel far at my age."

"I think you're pretty strong." The scary grandma asked, "How old are you?"

The gunsmith scratched his head. "Fifty-two? Or fifty-three? Or fifty? I can't remember clearly. Time has passed too quickly."

The scary grandma said: "You look like you're 40, little brother, you don't even have many white hairs"

"My daughter-in-law doesn't like me. She always thinks I'm too old. Maybe it's because of my face?" The gunsmith said frankly, "I don't want them to find me either. After all, this is their wedding anniversary. Last week I found out that my daughter-in-law is pregnant, so I wanted to sneak along and watch from a distance."

"What a thinly-knit family," the scary grandmother sighed, "Do you have a wife?"

The gunsmith put down his cigarette, dropped his pen, took out his phone, and handed the photo of the seventh brother to the scary grandma: "This, this is her, she is the same age as me"

The scary grandma looked at the photo of 9527 with envy and jealousy. She was almost going crazy. She wanted to tear this sweet photo into pieces with her fingers several times, but she held back.

She winked and finally whispered, "She is so lucky."

"Our relationship hasn't been going well lately. Her focus has always been on her career." The gunsmith went on to say bluntly, "After she started working as a preschool teacher, it seemed that other people's children were more important than her own - I don't know why."

The scary grandma asked, "Did she change her mind?"

Gunsmith: "I don't know. I will still pick her up and take her home, and then walk for a while holding hands like when we were young, and talk whatever we want to say."

The scary grandma then asked: "Maybe we are sleeping in the same bed but having different dreams."

"Maybe." The gunsmith wrote down the information of all the guests, as well as the visitor records entering and leaving the hotel, and made a rough profile of the criminal. He searched his mind for similar features of "The Shattering of All Things", and was able to roughly define a vague range.

He had talked too much and his mouth was dry.

"Here, I'll give it back to you! Thank you!"

Horrible Granny: “You’re welcome!~”

The gunsmith suddenly asked, "Have you ever studied ballet?"

The scary grandma was stunned and surprised, and didn't think about why the visitor suddenly brought up this topic.

"Occasionally."

The gunsmith glanced at the old photo in the window behind the cash register. It was a graduation photo of a ballet troupe from an art club at a university in Oceania.

"Right there! You're there! Right?"

All of a sudden, the scary grandma felt like her heart was about to break, and she followed the gunsmith to find herself.

I found another self that I hadn’t properly greeted after a long time.

How long had it been since she looked up and had a good look at the window? Perhaps if she hadn't been reminded like this, she would have forgotten what kind of life she led and what kind of youth she had when this body was still human.

“I studied it for a while.”

The gunsmith said without hesitation: "Madam! I'm asking for your permission! Can you dance a few steps? Can I admire your dancing?"

The corners of the scary grandma's eyes widened, as if she had returned to her youthful days.

——Maybe. Can I?

Yes! Yes! I can!

She took a few steps out onto the porch, then stood on clumsy tiptoes.

With the blood-giving body, maybe! It is strong! It has power! It is agile enough!

She paced on the porch, then spun around, stretched out her arms, and the hem of her jet-black skirt began to dance along with her waist, which was held high and chest puffed out!

Following the rhythm in her mind, she took two more steps towards the entrance! When she returned to her original position, she bowed her head and thanked him!
The gunsmith stepped on the wooden board hard, and two iron nails also hit the witch's head and face!

But this time it must be more precise and more deadly!

The rusty spikes pierced through the eyeballs, but there was no strange noise, not even a scream!

After piercing the skull, they quickly found the hypothalamus and completed their mission in just one hundredth of a second.

The gunsmith rushed over and caught the old black swan before the body of the terrifying grandmother fell, before she fell and made a noise.

He is like a poet, like an artist, like the omnipresent elegant god of death.

Dragging the guest to the underworld, slowly throwing this ugly body without a soul back into the cellar—

——From beginning to end, he did not take off his headphones. He was still distracted by the radio and immersed in his retirement life.

Tearing off a page from the journal, leaving a note to warn the next victim to be careful.

[The landlady died from a telecom fraud, be careful.]
Returning to the entrance, SD took out two new nails from his backpack, pressed the nails firmly in, and repaired the fatal wooden board.

The gunsmith seemed to remember something. He quickly returned to the dark cellar, took a photo of the magic circle made of blood on the ground, and decided to leave it for last.

Fragrant Dream opened the skull of the scary grandma and checked the status of the hypothalamus again.

Night Demon finally breathed a sigh of relief. Yes, this black shop owner, this crazy woman who ripped off customers.

This beast in human skin—

——She is dead.

(End of this chapter)