Abyss Express

The train on platform zero has already entered the deep and dark crypt.

It started from London, England, and began to circle downwards at 3,400 meters underground. When it dropped to about 6,600 meters, it began to slow down. It drove 241 kilometers to the western wilderness, passed through the satellite towns of the Golden Town, and left the hidden Abandoned mine tunnels, entering the railway system of the Abyss Railway General Administration.

These zombie trains disguised as abyss special trains departing from platform zero are the transportation vehicles used by the Mad Butterfly Sect to evade security checks in the underground world.

The huge railway network is like the blood vessels of the human body. There are countless railway switches, but there are very few platforms and monitoring.

For Mary Stuart--

—It is a pity to lose London.

——It is a happy thing to lose only London.

——If she lost her life, she might feel the pain and regret.

"History is not a cycle, but a spiral."

Sitting on the side of the car window, leaning against the window, she could see birds nesting in clusters next to the railway under the warm cable lines.

"I went from the surface to the underground, and then returned from the underground to the surface. In my 483 years of life, I have experienced countless near-deaths, and my life is hanging by a thread."

Holding the diary, she imitated the gestures of the passengers and carefully took notes on this unmanned train.

"I have seen the decline of dynasties, the development of technology, and the decay of great and majestic leaders—these things have gradually become blurred in my brain over time. There is only one thing I dare not forget."

Compared with the VIP compartment at the station, she has a very beautiful living room-the big bookcase in the living room is full of Mary Stuart's personal journal.

"I don't dare to forget, I can't forget—I will live on at any time, and live on unswervingly."

Mary spoke while writing.

"I can't get along with Wilson, a fake writer, because he often repeats David Victor and his old friend's awakening motto, saying [life should not be a journey from hot blood to cold blood]-I I don't understand."

She chuckled lightly, not only puzzled but also disdainful in her smile.

"The longevity of immortality made me understand how absurd this sentence is. Man relies on his intellect to transform from an ape to a homo sapiens, and loses the innocence and kindness of the ape, and loses the curiosity and passion of the ape—from Climbing branches on trees to pick fruit, and drinking blood on the ground. This is a natural evolution."

"As I grow older, I have repeatedly examined myself. I no longer have a young girl who is pregnant, no mother who is filial to her son, and no one who cares for her. I am afraid that I will not be able to find a single truth from my mouth."

"Recognize, learn, control, and formulate, symbolize, and streamline all these. Turn the complex into simple, and turn the chaotic into regular."

"Turning people into edible resources turns me into an apex predator."

"I talked to Wilson about it - and he said it's not the kind of story people want to hear."

"I asked Wilson, so what do people want to hear?"

"He told me that people like romance and fantasy, especially unrealistic fakes, but also with a little bit of truth. Although this truth can be ignored, people will still find the corresponding in life according to empirical theory. The prototype of this kind of story is the best template."

"I couldn't understand his creative techniques, so I asked him to speak human language."

"So Wilson put it another way--speaking of the way fakes are written."

"There are all kinds of strange characters that people like, but they can usually find a very strong commonality in them-that is luck."

"Whether they are men or women, people or dogs, the lives of these characters never seem to lack drama formulas and performance arrangements. Their lives are colorful, and everything is taken for granted because of luck."

"From the earliest slinging game to today's ever-changing gambling industry, there is a disease that cannot be cured, and it is the intellect deep in the heart of Homo sapiens."

"Wilson told me that gambling is an expression of intellect, and an ironclad proof of what makes a human being."

"If the ape couldn't learn to gamble evolution, then it wouldn't come down from the tree."

"If the science of life does not gamble for evolution, then it will always be an organic soup."

"If we can't learn how to gamble and evolve, then this world should belong to the mad butterflies."

"In this era, old people go to play Texas Hold'em, young and middle-aged people go to the court, and entrust the winning or losing of the competition to this random ball movement, and the teenagers are buried in mobile games. Ten consecutive draws. Young children will try to turn irregularly Rubik's Cube, and try to find its regular method from this lucky ritual."

"I have followed the times all the way forward, let me say - the essence of life is the journey from hot-blooded to cold-blooded."

"When we are young, we still believe that the world is beautiful and that good deeds are rewarded."

"When we were young, we immediately realized that work and family are the most important things."

"We still have enthusiasm in our prime, but we can already feel where the limit of our achievements in our life is, and the ceiling that we can touch in this life seems to be close at hand."

"When we reach old age, in addition to maintaining our blood and family, we also need to pass on our genes and memes, physical and spiritual essences to our children, transforming these natural and pure lives into our own shadows .”

"This is how Homo sapiens has survived for more than 30,000 years, starting with the Cro-Magnons and continuing until today."

"I never think that I did anything wrong. According to the theory of retribution, I, a blood-sucking and meat-eating ogre who has killed countless people, should have died under the sword of a certain warrior-but the reality is different from the story. no the same."

"People worship me like a god,"

"All sentient beings sent me to the shrine."

"I don't need to say anything or do anything, someone will naturally put the price on the essence and send it to my mouth."

"At this moment, I deeply realized that I am no longer a Homo sapiens, but a more advanced life form than Homo sapiens—otherwise, why do these people who come to flatter me so long for the Holy Blood of Grace? Why? Want to hold me high, but never dare to fall hard?"

"I was also confused and doubted."

"Why are there many poor and poor people, but few happy and rich people?"

"Why are there so many vulgar and incompetent people, but so few outstanding people?"

"Why are there many people who risk their lives to survive, but few who give orders."

"Why is this world in the shape of a pyramid? There are so many weak people, and the higher you go, there are so few strong people."

"Using pure blood and flesh to exchange assets to calculate an account, in this chaotic world, at least the blood and flesh of twenty slaves must be used to fatten up a slave owner, and the blood and flesh of at least two thousand courtiers must be used to support an incompetent man. King, use the blood and flesh of at least 500,000 workers to create an international company that devours wealth."

"Civilization has covered it with a fig leaf layer after layer, and changed countless new names for carnivorism."

"At the same time, I was also thinking, observing my fetal essence. My starting point is human beings, so where does this servility rooted in human hearts come from?"

"Is there a possibility! I mean is there a possibility!"

"As early as hundreds of millions of years ago, there was a more cruel civilization before us, which dragged us from the trees and transformed us from apes into human beings—serving us as slaves, and only then did we have today, with the ability to lead our necks in front of the gods. The lamb to be slaughtered has the stupid sacrifice of love without asking for anything in return, and the inexplicable self-movement in the blood of the family."

"Otherwise, these slavishness rooted in Homo sapiens, these vile instincts, these terrifying and weird fantasies, and these inexplicable rituals! Where did they come from? Is there a possibility! Miserable miners who came to collect the primordial! Slaves trapped in fragile flesh!"

Mary Stuart went on to write—

——The strokes stopped for a moment.

Immediately afterwards, he became angry and became hysterical.

"Thinking of it this way, I'm just a slave of the Holy Blood, changing from one set of shackles to another heavier and stronger shackles."

"Humans eat animals in order to seize the essence of animals."

"I use more efficient and advanced means to capture the essence of low life."

"It's like what the black cat from the East often said—we are seeking the truth, and we are going against the sky. In the early days, I was naive. When I talked about my deeds and ideas with the believers, I thought I would be criticized Merciless shooting."

"But I didn't expect that there are so many people willing to work for me. They think that I am a leader with ideals, beliefs, detailed plans, and firm will. I am an idol worthy of worship."

"I am always vigilant, thinking that sooner or later, the crazy butterfly will take away my essence and swallow me, a hard-working believer. I will never give in, and I will never be reconciled!"

Mary closes the journal—

——At the same time cut off the power of the projector.

The screen just stopped at the scene where Jiang Xueming and Xiaoqi worked together to kill Maggie.

"Now Mary Stuart is dead, and this clay idol is dead. Just like Wen Bucai, I will usher in a new life. I want to leave the dangerous place of Sky Station."

"Don't worry, Jiang Xueming. I have seen your ability, so I won't be your enemy anymore. You are a child, and children can only distinguish right from wrong, and hate evil like hatred. But I have grown up, and I will not haggle with you. .”

"Most of the messages I left with you on the phonograph are empty phrases, used to intimidate you and your friends. By the time you discern these smoke bombs, I have successfully escaped."

"I don't hate you at all, on the contrary, I want to thank you."

"You let me see the terrifying firearms of the 21st century, and you let me understand how fragile a vampire's body is."

"You almost let me know myself again. I feel that my previous self is so strange-your more than 600 killing shots will become samples for me to learn and observe."

"I will not shed a single tear for these children. I have no feelings like you."

"A long time has transformed my rational logic and thinking mode into a cold-blooded animal. When I think of JOE and Wen Bucai's experience, I am so envious and so puzzled—why is this perfect living body , but has a weak and incompetent brain, and can't even remember what happened a hundred and fifty years ago."

"This brain makes his life like the constant hexagram in the sixty-four hexagrams - the words of the hexagrams are the wind and thunder, and the universe is always new."

"Jiang Xueming, you have taught me a lot of combat and survival skills, and I will slowly digest and absorb them during my journey in the underground world——gradually hide my dead door."

"It's the same as the first sect I founded when I came back to London - it's called [the Red Queen], from the Red Queen theory."

"Everything is evolving rapidly. If we don't pay attention, we will be left behind by our competitors. Even if we run with all our strength, we can only stay in place."

"Modern society seems to have many, many examples of people working really hard and still not being happy."

"——The children study hard, but they still can't get into the school in the vision."

"—Young and middle-aged people are working very hard to improve themselves, but there are already people who are better and more powerful than them."

"—No matter how much the middle-aged and elderly people take care of their bodies, they can't beat the sharp edge of time."

Mary was already in love, and her heart and mind also drifted out of the window.

"You seem to be able to beat time-when I got the Heart of Steel, the person who made me swoon appeared, and there is only one sentence in that recording that is true, and only that sentence."

"I mistakenly thought that the four hundred and eighty-three years of waiting, this curse of immortality, was a gift from the heavens to the lucky one, so that I could live to see you—your heart that was always vigilant at that time , the mechanically precise and orderly Reiatsu, and the tranquility and peace that emanated from the Heart of Steel almost refreshed my soul."

"Through this pyroxene, I saw a simpler and more three-dimensional world."

"I have appointed the world's most powerful intelligence organization several times to investigate your life experience and your family background. I thought you were a child left by some mysterious and ancient alien species in the astral world—but the results were not what I thought."

"About your physical examination reports from childhood to adulthood, about your school and the environment in which you grew up, about your adoptive parents, your eldest brother, I know all these information and materials, but I can't find any unique points."

"The only thing that makes you different from ordinary people is that weird and stubborn [extreme intention]—just like Ao Ren Mingde of the Abyss Railway."

"—You guys are really alike."

"But it's done, so I don't think about these useless things. After all, I will live for a long time. Maybe you roll a few times in reincarnation and turn into another face. When you meet me again in hundreds of years, we will still be there. Can continue the frontier."

Mary smiled. Life is a long journey, and there are too many surprises waiting for her.

just live-

—Anything can happen.

"In a few million years, in a few tens of millions of years, even human civilization will cease to exist, and for future lives, I will become another true god—just thinking about these things, my brain is twitching Trembling with joy. I."

The voice has not yet fallen——

——A human figure made of shadows rushed in from the car window.

"Hi, Mary!"

Jack Martin sat upright on the other side of the table, his chin resting on his hands, his pupils revealed a scarlet light similar to that of a vampire.

"Do you want to know! What a fucking surprise!"

The big white teeth smile into a crescent moon.

Yellow saliva drools from the four canine teeth.

That man was like a hellhound, letting the nicotine and tar in the cigar's saliva fall on the clean and tidy table.

"Who are you thinking about?! Did you miss me?!"

Mary's complexion changed drastically!

She was frightened almost instantly—

——Completely different from her previous composure, when she caught sight of this lingering undead whose origin was unknown, Our Lady of Grace felt naked and in jeopardy.

It's like you entered the safe house in the game and broke into the non-PVP area, only to find that a big bad wolf suddenly appeared in the warm and peaceful room.

Jack squints—

——His expression is more evil than all the villains and blood races Mary has ever seen!

That smile came from the big leader who regarded cannibal sacrifice as a gang ritual and the remains of saints as his lifelong goal more than a hundred years ago.

"Hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! Stuart! I have seen your portrait in the museum, and re-read it in the history textbooks in the past few years, but no matter how many times I read it! I feel—— "

"—how can this bitch be so ugly!!! Hahahahahaha!"

The expression is weird, the smile is weird, so weird that it is indescribable!

Mary clutched her heart, feeling a suffocating spiritual pressure, as if a slender rope had wrapped around her neck.

"Jack the Ripper! A murderous devil!"

Our Lady of Grace uttered harsh words, her expression pretending to be ferocious, otherwise she would be at a disadvantage, like the low roar of a tiger fighting for territory.

Jack: "That's right! It's me!"

Mary: "How dare you call me ugly?! Hell will not take in such an ugly monster like you!"

Jack: "That's right!"

Mary: "When your mother was pregnant with you, your mother threw up!"

Jack: "There's so much medical truth to it!"

The two got closer and closer, like two ferocious dogs arguing who has sharper teeth, who is more ruthless, and who is more capable.

"You rode the wind and waves, followed these ignorant strange birds, and ran all the way to my car. Are you going to fight me? Do you think you can beat me?"

Mary grabbed the trunk for a weapon.

Jack stomped hard on the arm of Our Lady of Grace.

Seeing that the slender and white arm twisted and deformed in the middle, and changed its course like a fracture and dislocation, the Holy Mother of the Blood Race exerted the soul power to transform the body, and had already retrieved her main weapon, which was an HK33 rifle.

"Oh! Terrible!" Jack covered his mouth, his body turned into dust and black smoke in the gunfire.

The bullet followed the trajectory of the black mist and shattered the furniture and objects in the VIP compartment, and the sink was smashed to pieces.

Our Lady of Grace was panting heavily, according to the smooth and natural reloading of the gun, holding a weapon in one hand, and pulling out a secondary weapon in the other hand to tie it around her waist—she doesn’t like fighting, and even avoids most battles, but it doesn’t mean she can’t fight , it does not mean that she is afraid of fighting.

"Jack! Can't you let me go?"

While the bullets were being thrown at the target, Mary was still negotiating terms and business.

Seeing the smoke rushing out of the window along with the vortex of bullets, a head poked out from under the roof of the train—Jack was covering his big hood with a playful smile on his face.

"I didn't come to take your life! It's a long story!"

The answer to him was the direct fire of rifle bullets, Mary is no nonsense, only the living can negotiate terms.

The warhead tore through Jack Martin's big hat and blasted half of his head, from which the wriggling black mud could be seen, forming a terrifying and weird brain tissue.

"I love that hat! You'll have to pay me back!"

"What kind of monster are you!"

"It's a long story."

"Let's make a long story short!"

The magazines in the big suitcase were kicked away by the slender legs, collided with the wagon and bounced, and the dexterous control made them fall into the receiver of HK33 obediently according to Mary's wishes.

She raised her gun and followed the footsteps on the roof of the wagon all the way.

Jack Martin can still be heard chattering.

"I recently met a little guy, his name is Robert Downing, and my savior, and the person I saved a life, they both have a black lacquered pyroxene."

"I know! I've heard the name of this little bastard! He's in love with my stand-in!" Mary fired while eating the messy shrapnel ejected from the steel skeleton, even though such a rude and barbaric piercing would hurt To himself, also kill the monster on the roof.

"So you know about this? It's easy to explain now!" Jack Martin ran forward all the way, to the locomotive, to the power room of the train crew. "Grandma Mary! It's embarrassing to say it! I cut up his vampire wife and killed his disobedient vampire daughter in front of my good brother more than a hundred years ago. Today, this wonderful fate If you want to ask me this test question, I can't repeat the same mistakes! You blood-sucking old lady looks exactly like the lover of my young master's dream - I don't want to lose this new friend."

Mary dropped the gun, emptied the last magazine, and drew out her sword: "That's right! One must learn to kill the immature self! Do it!"

She jumped on the roof and looked at Jack Martin across a carriage.

Jack grinned and cursed sharply, "You sinful ogre! Do you think you can escape from Sergeant Jack? Listen carefully! Can you hear the gust of wind blowing from the gullies and cavities?"

Mary held the sword and tried every step of the way, pressing every step of the way, trying to use the most primitive cold weapon to find a way out.

"This strong wind is urging people to fight!" Jack Martin lifted the sawing knife and stood on the stage: "I want to force this train to stop! Let my little friends follow, our leader of the Anonymous said that you can fight in groups Never fight alone.”

The turbulent flock of birds was like warriors going to die. They flapped their wings, held gravel in their beaks, and clenched broken iron in their claws, and slammed into the steel wheels of the train.

Jack Martin said so.

"Before they come, I will stuff your head in my stomach! Chop up your limbs and let Mrs. Bai maintain your last bit of poor vitality! Tie a bow with your hair! Make it the best gift Throw it in front of Robert Downing, let him personally kill you—"

"—Let him come and kill you, a devil and disaster beast who holds a blood ceremony for people!"

"——It's not just the young master who wants to kill his demons!"

"—I can't step into two same rivers in my life, and I want to kill my demon!"

"—Otherwise I will lose face and return to [JOERANK]!"

Mary swung her sword in salute.

"Let the horses come here! Animals!"

The engine of the train screamed—

——Its steel wheels cracked and turned into two scorching meteors in the dark, the sturdy front of the car fell down, and the steel front shovel gnawed more than twenty sections of sleepers with great inertia, and died behind two bare railroad tracks .

From the mines of the Golden Land cast the glow of nightlights left by gold diggers.

Jack Martin raised the machete and remained motionless.

"Today I know who I am"