Abyss Express

Chapter 11 Encounters of the Fourth Kind

On the second floor of the supply station, there is a row of Chatong bunks, divided into six beds, which is the passenger lounge.

As the strange sun of the underground world sank to the mountains, Xue Ming spent his first night in this weird and bizarre world.

His sleep quality was very poor, and he was dreaming all night, neither a good dream nor a nightmare.

In the dream, he walked along the sparse stone forest, walked through the muddy path, and came to the seaside.

The sky and the ground were pale gray. He stepped on the gravel beach, leaving shallow footprints, and walked towards a small western-style building in the distance.

A woman was sitting on a bench in the porch of the western-style building.

This woman was wearing a thick blue one-piece gauze dress. She couldn't see her face clearly from a distance, and she didn't know what she looked like.

Instinctive curiosity was at work, and in the dream Jiang Xueming was persistently walking towards that house.

The distance is getting closer and closer. He could vaguely make out the woman's face—like his dreaming sister.

He started to run, with the sound of waves in his ears, the friction of the soles of his shoes rubbing against the gravel, and the sound of breathing when he was panting.

There are also raindrops hitting his face, and the sweet air smelling in his mouth and nose, all of which make him feel so real.

He ran to the porch of the western-style building, looked carefully, and wanted to call Jiang Bailu, but found that he couldn't speak no matter what.

When he came in front of Bai Lu, he scratched his heart and lungs, his mouthpiece and vocal cords had completely stopped working, and he couldn't control them at all.

Only then did he become alert—there seemed to be something wrong with the woman sitting on the bench in front of him.

Although she looks like a younger sister and uses her skin, this woman's eyes are very similar to those creatures in the Fangfeng settlement, like a picture of a walking dead, Jiang Xueming will never admit it wrong.

Immediately afterwards, he woke up.

Bu Meteor sat on the edge of the bed.

As soon as Ah Xing saw Xueming wake up, he asked like a curious baby.

"Brother Ming, have you dreamed about your sister?"

Jiang Xueming was on guard, and asked back, "How do you know?"

Ah Xing immediately replied: "You are dreaming, you can talk in your sleep, you have been chattering all night, chanting the name Jiang Bailu one hundred and two times."

Xue Ming didn't speak, stood up, stretched his waist, rubbed his sore shoulder and neck, his head was buzzing, accompanied by severe migraine.

Ah Xing immediately asked again: "Who is Xiao Qi?"

"What?" Jiang Xueming's heart tightened, "What Xiao Qi?"

Ah Xing explained: "It's brother seven, little seven, nine five two seven. You can't stop repeating these words in your dreams."

Did I dream of Seventh Brother? ——Jiang Xueming didn't have the slightest impression of this matter.

People are unconscious when dreaming, and it is difficult to retain the memory of dreams after waking up. Maybe he really dreamed about Seventh Brother, but he just didn't remember it.

After all, this strange and bad-looking woman was very impressive to him.

"Hey..." Ah Xing's spirit of gossip was blazing: "Brother Ming, do you owe this Xiao Qi a lot of money? I read her name more than two hundred times while sleeping. I can't even figure it out."

The corners of Jiang Xueming's mouth twitched - he didn't know if Ah Xing was lying or making some kind of international joke.

He waved his hand as if chasing flies, and shouted downstairs.

"Mr. David! We are about to set off. We will go sightseeing in the settlement today. Do you have time to accompany us?"

David Byrne's weak voice came from downstairs, "I'm afraid not. You two kept chattering while you were sleeping. You shouted the names of dishes all night, and I couldn't sleep at all."

Xueming: "Shouted all night?"

Ah Xing: "Am I dreaming too?"

"Yes, especially you kid." David poked his head out from the stairs, the dark circles on his face were particularly conspicuous: "You chanted more than forty different names while you were sleeping, and you chanted them for more than six hours. "

Jiang Xueming looked at A Xing suspiciously.

Ah Xing smiled awkwardly: "You know me, Brother Ming, my family is very rich, and my heart has been broken into many pieces. Each piece is reserved for a good sister."

"I'm not wondering about this." Jiang Xueming said frankly, "Did we both have the same dream? The same type of dream?"

"Oh! Oh oh oh!" After such a reminder, Bu Liuxing finally came to his senses: "You went to the beach too?"

Jiang Xueming: "On the rocky beach."

Bu Meteor: "There is a building."

Jiang Xueming: "There is a chair in front of the porch."

Bu Meteor: "There is a rain-drenched eldest sister sitting on the chair."

Jiang Xueming: "I can't see the face clearly."

Bu Meteor: "Wearing a blue skirt and no shoes. I'm still worried that this eldest sister will catch a cold, it's so cold."

Jiang Xueming: "When I get closer, I realize that they are acquaintances."

Bu Meteor: "But that look is like selling a house and holding a lot of A shares. No matter how bad it is, there are still a few green funds on hand."

"That's right, it seems that we both dreamed of the same place." Xue Ming took out the diary and pen, and recorded the scene in the dream.

The two went downstairs and explained the dream to Mr. David.

The armed man was full of question marks. Other passengers had never had such a dream before. The last time the station sent someone to investigate was six months ago.

"Mr. David, you didn't take a good rest, you can take a nap first. It's not an option for us to sit and wait for you to wake up." Jiang Xueming and Mr. David said: "Give us some equipment, let's go to the outskirts of the settlement first Look, you won't act rashly."

"That's impossible!" David immediately rejected the proposal seriously: "I am your security officer, and I will be responsible for any problems you have."

"What should I do?" Ah Xing reminded Xueming in a low voice: "Why don't we wait for David to sleep? Wait until he wakes up?"

But the time left for Jiang Xueming was running out.

He never thought that the few paintings in his hand and the few photos on his phone could be exchanged for a panacea from BOSS.

These innocuous information may have been sent to the station's database long ago.

Now there is finally a new clue.

Seaside, rocky beach.

Mansion, woman.

The things in the dream are likely to be new phenomena that have only emerged in recent months.

But just relying on a mouth and illusory dreams will definitely not be able to convince that cunning black cat.

"I have a solution." Xue Ming muttered in a low voice.

Ah Xing: "What way?"

Xueming: "Wait."

Ah Xing: "A good way."

The two sat in a row in front of the stove, just holding their hands together, watching the tired Mr. David fall into sleep little by little.

David Byrne was leaning on the sofa on the first floor. The patter of rain outside the window was like hypnotic white noise, causing him to yawn again and again.

He patted his cheeks again and again to wake himself up, but he was not good at words and didn't know how to persuade these two enthusiastic passengers.

His eyes were dazed and bloodshot, and his voice gradually became quieter.

"Don't even think about acting alone without me.

I promise you, when you wake up, I will show you every way of Fangfeng Village, but not now, boys

I need to sleep for a while. You don't want to run around, do you? The underground world is very dangerous”

Xue Ming smiled and said, "No, don't worry."

"Absolutely not!~" Ah Xing echoed, nodding like a chicken pecking rice.

Mr. David knocked his head up and down, his eyelids were fighting, and there was a grunting sound from his throat, and he hadn't fully fallen asleep yet.

Jiang Xueming asked again: "Mr. David, if those weird settlement residents come to the supply station, how should we protect ourselves?"

Ah Xing echoed pretentiously: "Yes, yes, I don't feel safe at all when you are sleeping."

"Mine." David clenched the black tarpaulin package in his arms: "There are weapons in the bag."

Mindless and unhappy combined.

Xue Ming supported Mr. David's head, and slowly pushed it onto the sofa, leaning against the warm side of the stove.

Meteor tiptoedly took out the cloth bag from Mr. David's arms.

Xue Ming conveniently added a pillow to David.

Meteor pulled the flannelette from the door curtain and used it as a quilt to cover it.

Cooperate tacitly, smooth and smooth.

The two hit it off and clapped hands in celebration.

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Before they opened the cloth bag to find the self-defense guy.