Abyss Express

Downing Street is located in Westminster, London, the capital of the United Kingdom.

For the past two hundred years, it has been the official residence of cabinet officers, prime ministers and chancellors of the exchequer.

Its name comes from George Downing, a courageous plutocratic rascal who quickly made a fortune by building houses in the most important parts of London, then betrayed the Commonwealth and re-established a United Kingdom with the exiled British royal family.

It can be said that without Downing Street, there would be no Queen of England.

But these historical connections meant nothing to Uncle Winston, who kept pigeons in St James's Park.

As early as a year ago, the whole world seemed to be in a strange trap.

The weather turned weird and the political situation began to turmoil.

People get sick, get well, get well and get sick.

The sun is not seen several times a year, tourists are getting fewer and fewer, and pigeons are getting more and more.

According to a decent statement, Winston resigned passively, moved his body from the bench in St. James's Park, and found a job as a chauffeur with a shy face.

What he likes to do most on weekdays is to watch the dignitaries across Diagonal Street come and go like running water, but if he can recognize the license plate of a luxury car, people from the British Guardian asked this unknown pigeon breeder in the park, Then it was time for him to scold Fang Qiuzhi eloquently and give pointers to Jiangshan.

Often in front of the camera, Uncle Winston can fluently tell the reporter what he has seen and heard outside Downing Street in a few tens of seconds, in the accent of an old British London aristocrat. Conjectures, the most infiltrating leftovers, the most romantic lace news, are told in a high-sounding tone, vividly without missing any details.

The mere remembrance of these events made the dry spring in Winston's heart well up again with drops of nectar.

Now he is very down and out, wearing an old jacket and a poor-quality turtleneck sweater that makes the skin on his neck itchy. A thick layer of horny scales.

His thin cheeks and gloomy eyebrows and eyes are enough to scare any woman or child on the road, even a man who is carrying a walking stick and preparing to deal with criminals is unwilling to say a word to this strange middle-aged uncle.

Winston thought so—

— This is the worst, worst time.

The rainy weather for half a year drove away pigeons, and the plague for several years drove away tourists.

Let him, the old aristocrat of Zhengbai Banner who lives in the root of the imperial city, just fall into the street, stand by the porch of the hotel, and talk about the current situation and politics with the ignorant, fearless and vulgar doorman who doesn't understand gentleman's etiquette.

In this age when people's hearts are not old, there are not many distinguished guests who can see the noble soul under Winston's down-and-out appearance.

The bitingly cold and weird weather has lasted for more than three full months. It seems that the sun has given up on this land, and the sun of the empire on which the sun never sets has set forever.

Even if Uncle Winston returned to his hometown occasionally, he went to Downing Street to take a closer look, wanting to see the solemn and solemn buildings and the fashionable beauties on the co-pilot of dignitaries. Not as good as usual.

Just what he saw in the past few months——

——The cabinet has resigned thirty-three important ministers.

It seemed that something very dire had happened. Like Uncle Winston, these great figures walked into Downing Street happily, and walked out of Downing Street in a daze, as if there was something very important in their lives, as if a part of their souls remained in this ancient street forever .

The severe cold in winter is like a strange hand with bone maggots, tightly strangling the throat of spring.

A phone call dispelled all the worries and thoughts of the old keyboard warrior Winston.

Life still has to go on, no matter how noble a gentleman is, he has to bow his head for food and clothing.

He has no wife or children, and his parents have long been turned into two tombstones.

Now I want to support myself and receive living relief in the rented house, and I can live well.

But Winston was not a man of idleness—

——After all, he is an old nobleman who has seen big people and big scenes.

Even if you are a surrogate driver, you have to explain all the royal scandals in the medieval era to the drunken guests, like flipping the skin folds of a patient after liposuction, and talking about the dirtiest and most curious things—— This is the style of [Old Money].

On the other side of the phone, a young male voice was indistinct and inarticulate.

According to the tone that young people like, Winston wants to make a perfect driving entrustment with the tone of elegance and spirit compared to Batman's old butler Alfred.

"Master! Hello! Please send your location to my mobile phone, I will be right there!"

It was February, and there were cold rain and snowflakes in the sky.

Winston's philistine and sly expression made the porter stick out his tongue, full of disdain.

Ask the customer about the driving distance and explain the price. The doorman made a nauseous look again at Winston's disgusted face of a lion.

Winston dismissed it, but wanted to explain the subtlety of the high price with his high head.

"Young man! One day sooner or later you will understand that our sincere service is not just to ask for a coin or two - we should be the spiritual mentors of the guests. In addition to simple hard work, we have to be with the guests during this journey. Share knowledge, become a partner, or a life-and-death friend.”

The young doorman just responded, thinking about the few cigarettes that Uncle Winston usually sent, and did not sneer or refute.

"Yes! You are right"

Hearing the doorman's response, Winston became more energetic.

"The friendship between Sherlock Holmes and Watson written by Conan Doyle may have started on a train, right? You carry an umbrella for the guests to stop and pass towels, order meals and guide the way to pull luggage, but you have a shy expression that is difficult to express. , it's such a pity—I know a lot of great people! But I never think of myself as outstanding, why do you think I can have today's achievements?"

The doorman finally couldn't help it: "Uncle Winston, what have you achieved?"

Winston was at a loss for words, so he skipped the topic directly: "Because getting acquainted with people is not about letting them know me, but about letting them remember me! This is very important! If they remember me, no matter what Remember the means, you know them all.”

After saying this, Winston walked down the steps contentedly, held up a black umbrella, and pretended to wave goodbye to the doorman. The thick-skinned man didn't feel guilty at all because of his bragging and showing his flaws just now - he just thought that he had learned a lesson with the young people again today, which is an excellent thing.

This feeling is like chanting a spell and releasing a spell.

The sense of pride that arises spontaneously in my heart can wash away the continuous nightmares of recent days.

Yes - Uncle Winston's sleep quality has been getting worse lately.

The rainy weather made his forty-six-year-old arms and legs almost rust. He was obviously a vigorous man, but he could feel the call of death all the time.

The old rental house began to smell moldy, and the wooden floor would always make crackling noises in the middle of the night following the heating of the coal stove and the temperature difference outside. If you were awakened by such strange noises, it would be difficult to fall asleep. If he fell into a drowsy sleep, these weird notes might turn into gunshots in his dreams.

He thought—fortunately there is such a magical spell, otherwise he would go crazy.

However, at a distance of about 500 meters, the streets, alleys, roads and avenues are full of icy snow, and occasionally children can be seen grasping the sharp icicles on the railings. Winston immediately shouted: "Be careful! Don't hurt yourself!"

Wait until the kids are all frightened and frozen by the scary uncle.

Winston and the belated parents of the children put on a smile.

"You don't want anything to happen to your baby, do you?"

This is so good, even the parents were frightened and froze, and hurried away with their children in their arms.

"You can't even say thank you. It's really uneducated." Uncle Winston sighed: "People's hearts are not old, and London is no longer London."

He seemed to be looking at the flowers on a horse, and he finally walked to the car of the driver.

The guest was leaning against the railing and was vomiting, as if drinking ninety-six-degree water of life, and wanted to spit all the bile in his stomach into the Thames.

Winston immediately raised his eyebrows, said nothing, and performed etiquette and ceremony, like a quiet old housekeeper, holding an umbrella for the guests, and observing the demeanor and race of the guests along the way.

It was a young man in his twenties, with very beautiful blond hair, and the smell of beef tongue and lobster could be smelled in the alcohol coming out of his mouth. Hearing the cursing tone of the guest, he should be a native of South Wales.

When Uncle Winston found out about these things, he immediately went to see the brand and value of the vehicle. Immediately afterwards, my heart beat faster, and I began to regret again.

The reason for the heartbeat is that this car is very expensive, and it is a Rolls-Royce Ghost long-wheelbase version.

The reason for his regret was that the driver's salary might be less. If he could meet such a customer next time, he would have to think twice before talking about the money after seeing the car and the person.

"The key. The key is for you." The guest finally vomited the filth in his belly, swayed, opened the rear door, and handed the key to Winston.

Winston held up an umbrella to help the guests into the car, and responded softly.

"Okay, we will return to your warm and comfortable home in a moment."

The guest didn't answer, and leaned his head by the car window, and then began to snore.

This made Winston a little uncomfortable. After all, he had a lot to say and a lot of bullshit to brag about.

It would be a good thing if Winston could end his wandering career and live a peaceful life by getting to know this young and promising young man, or his father's young and promising young talent.

back to work-

——He touched the steering wheel of the luxury car, feeling the scent of the car and the warm air from the air conditioner.

There is also the slight tremor and hum of the car body when the car engine is ignited.

Winston's soul is almost out of his body-this is the life he wants.

Stepping on the accelerator lightly, a sharp and piercing sound came out, which made him panic immediately.

The guest was woken up and scolded sharply: "Idiot! Didn't you release the handbrake?!"

Winston: "Excuse me! Excuse me."

This absurd farce lasted only about ten seconds, Winston's heart was beating wildly, and the guest only asked sullenly in a daze when he was drunk, and then fell into a deep sleep, and he could still hear the young man's sleep talking.

It's the howling of pain, the begging that tears will flow down.

Winston looked thoughtfully at the young man's face.

He didn't know what happened to this strange guest, but in this city, there seemed to be a machine that created nightmares, invading people's dreams all the time.

For the sake of safety, Winston decided to get out of the car to check the status of the vehicle.

He bowed his head in the wind and snow, and felt a little bit of dark red stains on the tea-green car paint, which looked like blood.

The stain was no more than the size of a palm, and it smelled like damp and musty.

Winston didn't think much about it, maybe it was the mud on the road, or the moldy oil stained when passing through the bridge hole.

He immediately got back into the car, ready to hit the road.

The vehicle followed the navigation instructions and drove towards the countryside on the west side of the city. The destination was a villa near Dark Park, just beside the HB406 road.

Passing through the downtown area of ​​Kennington, many hostesses winked at Uncle Winston. This made his heart happy, but his mouth cursed.

"A group of unruly sluts! They only recognize this car! But they don't recognize me!"

Before the words were finished, a younger sister with bright red hair and scantily dressed got on a bicycle and snaked in front of Winston's car.

The swaying hot pants and black silk thighs dazzled Winston, so he could only follow behind the bicycle aggrieved. He only felt irritable, but couldn't look away.

Those were the best legs and ass he'd ever seen as a horny old man.

If you press the horn to drive away, such a beautiful body will probably leave immediately.

But after a long time, Winston would also feel a sharp and terrifying tingling sensation, provoking his fragile nerves like steel needles.

It seems that under the skin of that hot girl, there are countless steel wires hooked together, like a puppet that has lost its soul, just mechanically stepping on the pedals, deliberately letting go in front of the Gust luxury car.

When Winston wanted to understand these things, the alarm bell in his heart was loud, and he said to himself repeatedly——

——You are an old gentleman, and you have an agreement with your employer that you must not make any mistakes on the way, and you must be like a knight, and send him home safe and sound.

Although Uncle Winston had been very, very careful.

He is convinced in his heart that the plump and beautiful body is not something he can get, it is a rose with thorns, just like the wandering gypsy woman, it will only cheat the money from the fortune-telling customers.

Perhaps if only Winston had driven faster and honked the horn. The red-haired hot girl fell down immediately, and the employer had to face a huge compensation.

He's been very, very careful, very, very cautious.

Detour around the shoulder, press onto the pavement, and speed past the eccentric redhead.

Uncle Winston finally breathed a sigh of relief, thinking in his heart that serving these wealthy guests as a substitute driver is like taking an adventure.

He drove according to his destination, but he couldn't forget that touch of bright red hair and that swaying figure in his heart.

Winston was very curious--

——What does that girl's face look like?

He looked up and looked in the rearview mirror.

Immediately afterwards, he saw a bicycle driving crookedly on the road.

Pedestrians on both sides bowed their heads in a hurry, not noticing this strange phenomenon.

Winston's mind froze at that moment, unable to think.

He just thought for a second that this enthusiastic girl could ride a bicycle with half of her buttocks exposed in the freezing Kennington Bar Street, she was a cute and lovely slut.

In the next second, from the rearview mirror, I saw the lonely steel frame and handle of the bicycle, and saw its constantly rotating pedals and steel wheels, crawling crookedly and twistingly on the road.

But what about the person in the triangular seat of the bicycle?

What about that woman?

she disappeared?

Where did you go?

Winston stepped on the brake slowly, fearing that he would never be able to take his eyes off the rearview mirror, and for the sake of safety, he had to stop the car to take a closer look.

However, no matter how much he polished his eyes, the bicycle in the rearview mirror was only crooked and serpentine, but it did not fall down, as if someone was really riding on it.

"Bang -" sound.

Uncle Winster finally woke up, and a great sense of terror welled up in his heart.

He turned his head slowly, and suddenly saw a little blood stain on the rear window.

The hot girl who was posing on the bicycle just now, with heavy makeup and scantily clad clothes, is now lying on the rear window of the car, her eyes are gloomy, her mouth is slightly pouted, and she is complaining unreasonably.

"Hey Uncle, why did you suddenly stop?"

Winston was panting very hard. He felt his neck was starting to ache, and it was very uncomfortable to keep turning his head.

The hot girl raised her broken and deformed wrist and pressed it tightly against the cracked glass of the rear window: "You can hear that, right? I broke my bones, and you're going to lose money! Lose money, lose money!"

Winston didn't answer, he just looked ahead—

——Nothing can be found in the rearview mirror, only the faintly cracked rear window glass.

This weird scene made Winston unable to think, he stepped on the accelerator almost instinctively, trying to run away.

"Hey! Hey!!! Son of a bitch!"

In the chaos, Winston could only hear shouts and screams of pain.

"Now you're going to lose more money! More!"

"I'm grabbing your exhaust pipe! It hurts, it really hurts"

The Rolls-Royce drove into the suburban road, and the sound was like a lingering ghost, chasing Winston all the time.

Occasionally, he looked in the side rearview mirror, and there was a bright red bloody road besides the tire marks on the road.

"500,000 pounds? Or 1,500,000 pounds? You said my legs... and half of my body? They were bloody and bloody on the asphalt road. How much do you think they are worth?"

"Why are you so quiet?"

"Winston Spencer?"

"I saw your driver's license."

"It hurts, it really hurts."

That resentful call came from the rear of the car, as if something had climbed onto the car.

There was only one thing left on Winston's mind--and that was escape.

Along the rear window glass, there is a bright red flexible connective fibrous tissue, with a round eyeball, to the front side window glass.

It watched Winston from the window—

— it can be seen.

Only Winston dared not look at it. At this moment, the middle-aged man only had wide roads, simple line markings, and wet and cold roads in his eyes.

"You bastard! Why don't you talk! I want you to lose money! Lose money!"

"Do you think you can hide from me by keeping your mouth shut and pretending not to see?"

A sad and vicious threat came from the trunk.

Winston didn't answer. He found the green belt of the emergency driveway, and suddenly leaned the side window against the leafy bushes.

Immediately afterwards, a shrill howl was heard.

"Bitch! Bitch! Bitch!! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! My eyes my eyes"

Winston's eyes were bloodshot, and when he heard the wailing of the unknown monster, he suddenly started laughing out loud, with shortness of breath, and the laughter was hysterical, with a hint of cruelty and madness.

The destination is not far away.

The guests in the back row were still struggling in their dreams.

The blond boy slept soundly and didn't move at all.