Abyss Express

Foreword:

[Indifference is paralysis of the soul and premature death. ]

[——Anton Pavlovich Chekhov]

[Part① Time Passage and Situation Change]

After meeting with David Victor, it took almost half a year for people to return to the Nine Realms Station.

Yes--

——You heard me right, half a year, six months, a full hundred and eighty days.

Counting from the time when they knocked down [Thunder] and returned to Red Star Mountain, people spent more than two months recovering from their injuries. It was already midsummer when they returned to the Golden Township, and then they went to Jushan Station, more than 600 kilometers away, to collect waste. Participants walked back along the railway with the mobile market.

At the beginning of May, Xueming and Meteor were finally able to walk on the ground, and the neuralgia in their spines also eased, but it was impossible to maintain a long-term combat state.

In the past few months, Ah Xing and Xue Ming suffered from severe muscle loss.

Xue Ming lost a full sixteen kilograms of flesh, and Ah Xing even dropped from ninety kilograms back to eighty kilograms.

This is the sequelae of VIP's trial mission, the exploration of unknown land. It was a blessing to be able to save his life, and the damage caused by the spiritual pressure to the spiritual essence would take a long time to repair and heal.

The two little guys didn't have any chance to practice. They lost sunlight, and their muscles and bones lost calcium.

If Aohen Mingde's harvest season could be postponed for a few months, the train could quickly bring them back to the surface, and they wouldn't lose so much essence.

But there is no way, this is the rule of the underground world——

——Rules are rules, just like a train ticket during the Spring Festival travel season, even if the passengers are only a minute late, the train will not wait for anyone.

There are a large number of non-ferrous metal mines in the Gold Township, and the mining company and mining engineering department also have a lot of railway-standard mine cars, but the team leaders headed by Victor and Su Ling do not support taking mine cars home.

Starting from the underground world of northern Europe——

—— Arrive at Jushan Station, then return to the surface, and take a plane back to HK. This is the shortest route.

If you want to take a shortcut and run to the railroad tracks during the harvest season, what you will face may be more complicated and deadly than the railway network of Red Star Mountain.

The zombie train of the Crazy Butterfly Sacred Church will start carnival every harvest season. The trains of these cultists are decorated with lights and colors. To celebrate the death and rebirth of Ao Han Ming De, they are almost bewildered.

These insects parasitic in the body of good cats are both looking forward to and afraid, and they want to dilute their inner fear with carnival.

This kind of expectation comes from the "returning to one" essence of Mad Butterfly.

If Ao Lun Ming De dies completely, it will be a huge tonic for Crazy Die. It's just that the railway system is paralyzed, and platform zero is also going to perish in chaos and darkness. After all, in the eyes of the Mad Butterfly Sect, passengers and ordinary people are food. "Not far away.

If Ao Lun Mingde continues to live, it will be a huge nourishment for Crazy Butterfly. It’s just that the railway system continues to exist, and platform zero can continue to survive in this happy dream catcher—in Sun Yifeng’s words, it’s all a good thing.

Almost every derivative sect has to send clan elders or fresh blood to witness the carnival ceremony at this juncture, according to the opinion of the patriarch or head of the family.

This is a great honor. After all, the harvest season comes every few decades. For the underground world, there are all kinds of crazy followers of the Butterfly Sacred Church. Their lifespan may not last a few years before they will usher in a unified ending. .

Zombie trains will carry respected elders of various sects, as well as newcomers with great potential, using various means to approach various large sites, and preaching and preaching in the surrounding cities of the site.

When Aohen Mingde was weak, many passengers or underground residents’ beliefs were shaken, they surrendered to material temptation and spiritual control, stripped their essence from the railway system, and turned to the embrace of the crazy butterfly.

so--

——The two VIPs are not recommended to use transportation to go home.

If you bump into a zombie train on the railway and get crushed by these lunatics who revel in the Chinese New Year, that would be a very wrong way to die.

There is also a possibility that when the harvest season comes, no vehicles will be allowed to occupy the public railways except railway inspectors and signal engineering teams. Their mine carts are likely to be used as zombie trains by the Qingjin Guardian or Guangling Zhixi. Before the two parties can contact each other, the good brothers will greet them with cannonballs.

It is not shameful for the heroes who went to Red Star Mountain to expand the territory to die at the hands of the enemy. If they died in the hands of these scouts, it would be an extremely difficult academic task for the proofreaders and chief editors who compiled the history books of the secret library problem.

Not to mention that in their team, there is also the salary king of Midas Bruno.

In the eyes of the people of the Crazy Butterfly Sacred Church, this guy is a mobile billboard. It coincides with the carnival. Such a person came here. I wish I could light the Salary King as the headlight of a sightseeing bus. Wherever I go, it will be bright. Where—the cult propaganda slogan can also be directly changed to "Do you believe in the light of the mad butterfly?"

So for the sake of safety, they spent half a year returning to Jushan Station almost on foot.

In the past six months, Xueming has created all kinds of weird means of transportation.

For example, simple exoskeleton boosters, crutches, or more labor-saving baskets.

Big Brother William just carried the two babies on his back all the way, and he didn't feel it was a burden.

In the end, Xue Ming chose a wheelchair. There is no motor drive, and the power is completely provided by his hands. It can more or less wake up the muscles of the upper arms, so as not to cause the body's metabolism to drop too much.

Starting from the Golden Township, passing through 23 small post stations and two large trading stations, there are also thousands of people in the mobile market along the way. People feel very strange when they see this group of people.

Xue Ming and Meteor sat in wheelchairs, like two young children, racing wildly on the maintenance road with wide and narrow one-way lanes.

Immediately after that was David Victor. Many people know this writer and have seen his photo in the "Sun"——

——When Mr. Victor sat in the wheelchair, he seemed to have recovered some of his lost soul. With his familiar techniques and exquisite skills, he almost raced with the two students through corners with cruel acceleration.

The hot-melt tires softened quickly in the geothermal environment, and they clung to the iron plank road, and the two-wheeled vehicles speeding past set off a gust of wind.

Perhaps this kind of scene has been seen a lot. When the small workers in the mobile market were cleaning up the stalls, they saw the snow-white disposable bowls and chopsticks being blown away by these strange wheelchair riders, and immediately changed their faces, looking aggrieved.

"Boss! These guys are so rude!"

The boss tidied up the booth in a panic, gathering the dining car and kitchen utensils together, for fear of blocking these inexplicable passengers.

"No no no that's David Victor."

"Isn't he a VIP? Why did he come here?"

"Perhaps they ran out secretly."

"ah?"

"Look at the way he shakes the wheel of the wheelchair. His leg must have been broken. He's rushing back to Jushan Station to wait for the BOSS. He looks like he's burning with anxiety."

"What about the others?"

The voice has not yet fallen——

— more wheelchairs fly past the vendors.

Almost everyone in [JoeStar] has become a wheelchair warrior.

Only Midas Bruno, with his face bandaged and tightly bound, hung on the back of Great William, and William drove his vehicle—like a chariot roaring past.

Xiaogong clutched his hat and pointed into the distance.

"Where are these guys?"

The boss thought about it for a while.

"It must be the pursuers of the Mad Butterfly Sect!"

"But they look so happy!"

"The people of the Crazy Butterfly Sect are always happy, and they will be even happier when the harvest season comes."

"Have all these people broken their legs?"

"I've heard many names of the Blood Butterfly Sect, and there are many strange things among them—then what we saw is probably [Knee Harvester]."

"ah?"

"Just like the initiation ceremony, you must sacrifice your knees to conquer the earth. From then on, your feet will step on the steel and leave the ground to obtain such supernatural powers."

"It seems that this is the case!"

In this context, which is almost like urban legends spreading falsehoods.

Almost everyone in the mobile market encountered such a column of wheelchairs.

[Part②·For our respective missions! ]

Only Jason Megan isn't happy --

"—Because it's too mentally retarded."

Katyusha and Wendy followed closely behind their employer.

The little girl said: "I think it's very interesting! Employer!"

The eldest girl said: "I just replaced the chain and solid lubricating oil for the power group at the last station! Be careful! Jason! Now you are not my opponent! ——Look at my cornering skills! You can keep up Can I get my mind?!"

Jason covered his face: "It's really mentally handicapped"

At that time, he only felt that the madness index was rising rapidly——

——He firmly believes that when any passengers or residents on this road see what [Joe Star] is doing, they will think that this group of people may not have a serious brain problem.

When Mr. Victor saw Xueming making a wheelchair, Jason was shocked from ear to ear by his proficient and natural driving skills like breathing. Maybe this VIP has already mastered the usage of this vehicle, and the number of broken legs Too many to remember.

The other VIP, Su Ling, joined in cursing, her mouth was very cold, her body was very enthusiastic, and in a few short hours, she learned to evolve at the speed of light and joined the first echelon of wheelchair racing.

It’s just that the Meteor at the front of the team is very dishonest. He tried to turn the fruits purchased at the last site into weapons, adding some fun to this hard journey, and turning a simple sprint race into a prop race.

"It's so mentally handicapped."

Jason was describing it, but he couldn't control his hand on the other side.

His way of manipulating the wheelchair was a little rusty at first, but after Xue Ming's hands-on guidance, he was able to handle some complicated or narrow roads, and he was as happy as a hot knife through butter to cool off obsessive-compulsive disorder when cutting corners.

Every time I heard the screech of hot-melt tires biting the iron plate, the moment when the car body suddenly sank, the reassuring howling of the wind, this is easier than driving any vehicle, and the fully open main cab gives Unparalleled freedom of vision for the manipulator.

Every feedback. Every bump.

Every grain of sand on the road can be clearly transmitted to the buttocks.

Therefore, when people see these wheelchair war gods, they will inevitably associate them with the believers of the Mad Butterfly Sacred Church. They smile innocently, almost like children who get trendy toys.

Just hearing the shouts of the first echelon in the front line makes the SAN value plummet.

"Jie Jie Jie Jie Jie! My little sweetheart! ~ Let's compete! As long as I catch up with you! At our wedding, you will be the one wearing the wedding dress! ~ I will let you taste the happiness of being a bride! !he he he he he!"

——This is Xiao Qi whose madness index exceeds the standard.

"Brother Ming! Catch it!"

——This is the meteor who just dropped the golden durian stink bomb.

"Jiang Xueming! 9527 launched a duel full of love for you! It is a different kind of hug! You have to respond. Indifference is the paralysis of the soul, and premature death!"

——This is Victor, who doesn’t think it’s a big deal to watch the excitement.

"Next is a zig-zag railway hairpin curve. My differential and valve pedal will definitely throw you away on this road! Take it! This is my original lightning running method!"

——This is Jiang Xueming, whose madness index has risen slightly under the torture of Niflheim's spiritual pressure.

"Wonderful!"

——I don't need to introduce too much.

The journey was hard--

— but we can have fun.

When the active volcano in Reykjavik is getting closer, there are more and more villages and counties along the railway.

The 160-day journey is finally over.

People diverted from the maintenance road of the electrical pipeline, and then met at the exit of the solid igneous rock quarantine point under the platform.

Xue Ming went to check the new crown nucleic acid first, then the mania index, and finally after the Vita brand test, he was immediately invited to the private seat of the conference hall by the administrator of Jushan Station.

When people got together again, Su Ling and Xia Xia disappeared.

The Vita brand had erupted several times in this VIP's body, so she had to be sent to the special tea room for anti-virus first, and her employer, Xia Xia, also accompanied her, so she didn't dare to neglect.

Mr. Victor ordered two jugs of Iron Knight whiskey at the bar, left them on the table, and dragged the king by the back collar. the Green Gold Court.

The teacher just waved his hand and didn't look back, like shaking his sword fingers outward.

"Adios! (Goodbye!)"

This time Ah Xing did not miss this opportunity——

—he finally catches up to Victor and takes the top spot in this ridiculous wheelchair race.

He stood up staggeringly, his legs and feet were not yet very agile, and immediately hugged the teacher's seemingly weak, but actually tough body. This kind of hug was like an infectious disease, and it immediately turned into a carnival.

Xueming hugged Jason, and went to hug Katyusha and Wendy.

Xiao Qi also hugged everyone one by one.

3301 took Meteor out of Victor's arms, and kissed and hugged his employer.

In the end, only the silent Midas Bruno was left, and he saw the two-color stone building outside the meeting hall.

The darker part is the foundation pile that was cracked when he flew the plane, and the lighter part is the stone that was filled and reconstructed later.

Only at the moment when he was melancholy and silent, a huge body hugged him in his arms.

William's strong muscles nearly crushed Meadows—

"—Fuck! Let me go! Let go woo."

Big William didn't stop the car all of a sudden, and when he fished out the prisoner from his arms, King Xin was out of breath.

William immediately said, "Sorry, I shouldn't have hugged you."

Meadows said angrily: "You one by one! Are you all fucking crazy? Crazier than me?!"

William: "I think everyone has found someone to hug, and they can't help it for a while, please understand."

"Fuck" Meadows just wanted to swear more swear words, but the golden seal on the spine was like a devil's command spell, and immediately shut him up.

Victor finally left with the salary king.

Xiao Qi took the lead in toasting, and made a video call with Teacher A Ling who was receiving treatment in the convalescent ward.

"We're going home! Teacher!"

Meteor: "Respect the future! Respect the present! Respect the past!"

3301: "Respect friendship and love!"

Katyusha stood up obediently, as if she wasn't quite used to this warm atmosphere.

"To my employer! Jason Megan!"

Wendy didn't speak, but lightly clinked glasses.

The golden liquor swayed in the glass.

As the head of [JoeStar], Xue Ming asked Xiao Qi to help him stand up, and he wanted to invite Brother William in as well.

"I have a club, William - you're better at fighting than shooting stars, if you have nowhere to go, come to me."

William didn't mean anything coy.

"To you and me! And my father!"

Xue Ming clinked glasses with his partners.

"Respectful and ruthless."

On the video call—

——Su Ling had just finished drinking a glass of wine with Xia Xia. After drinking half a cup of Mrs. Bai's milk tea, she hiccupped. She didn't have the burden of being an idol at all.

"For our respective missions!"