Abyss Express

The plane set sail again, and the next stop was HK.

Half an hour had passed, and Liushisan and Benjamin were still asleep.

Jiang Xueming was curious, so he fiddled with the boarding passes of the two people, trying to find out their identities so that they could contact their family members and police officers.

I don’t know if I don’t look at it, but I’m startled when I see it.

"Jiang Xueming? He..." Xueming froze for a moment when he got the boarding pass of Liusan.

The identification, the boarding pass, and the stub of the ticket all point to the same answer without exception.

"Why is this guy using my name and credentials?"

Wood Plaque: "Let me see?"

Xue Ming immediately handed the certificate to the driver and waited patiently.

The driver held back for a long time, and finally said.

"It may be a member of the Mad Butterfly Sect. Send it to Barazong for interrogation, and maybe you can get the answer."

Jiang Xueming: "Why are they pretending to be me?"

"I don't know." Captain Wood made a hypothesis: "You are [JoeStar]'s rising star, and you have the red flower double sticks given by the BOSS in your hand. You have made a great contribution, maybe people have taken you as a breakthrough, if I were a member of the Crazy Butterfly Sacred Sect, I would also like to take this opportunity to kill you, and then enter the railway system under an impostor, so that I can rise to the top from now on."

"But how did they pass the polarizing sextant test?" Jiang Xueming was still worried, he decided that the matter was not that simple: "This guy, look at this guy's face."

Wood went to carefully observe Liushisan's expression and facial features: "I'm very old, although I resemble you, but I am very old."

Jiang Xueming thought to himself, and then said: "Yes, this guy will definitely be seen through in the DNA test, let alone the polarized sextant, I guess the big security guard outside Longhua Road will recognize him as soon as he sees him. Come out with this fake."

After that, Xue Ming got up and went all the way to the first-class cabin according to the seat number of the ticket. Maybe this guy has other accomplices.

Wood Plucker wanted to go with him.

Xue Ming put on his mace: "No, Captain, you stay here."

"Are you alone?" Wood was deeply surprised.

Xue Ming: "Their target is me, not you."

Wood: "You think I can't fight? You underestimate me? Ouch, I'm going to be angry."

Xue Ming shook his head, pointing to the two strange people who fell into sleep.

"I don't know if they're going to wake up suddenly."

As he spoke, he dismantled Mingde's remains into two nunchucks, and handed one of them to Wood.

"Captain, please keep an eye on them. I will come as soon as I go. No matter what happens, I will ask you for help as soon as possible."

In the end, Xue Ming gave Wood two of the panacea injections that were left in his pocket.

Wood smiled brightly: "This is unnecessary."

Xue Ming was extremely persistent, insisting that Wood take it, until the chubby ring syringe was stuffed into the commander's pocket, and he grabbed the commander's arm again, refusing to let the commander be polite.

He went step by step and went to the customer service room.

Wood Pluck took out the ring syringe, and suddenly didn't know what to say.

The train conductor was still leaning on the pillow of the seat, like a loyal knight, grabbed Benjamin's arm, and went to observe the clock hands on the gold watch.

He shook his legs in boredom, waiting.

Three full minutes have passed since Xue Ming entered the curtain of the customer service room, without any sound or abnormality.

"Wait a moment."

Wood began to talk to himself.

"Wait a minute wait a moment."

He grabbed Benjamin's arm, but was attracted by the red marks on his arm.

Those are three red marks shaped like the claws of a beast——

—— Immediately afterwards, the cautious commander pulled back the cuffs of his black wool coat.

"Oh shit."

On Wood Plaque's right forearm, there is the same imprint.

"Damn."

There is no doubt that Jiang Xueming's soul power has begun to have an effect.

Wood Pluck couldn't detect any fluctuations in spiritual pressure, and he didn't even know when he was attacked by the soul power.

"What a terrifying ability"

The captain repeatedly patted his cheeks, kneaded his nose and ears, trying to wake up his fleshy body from these weak pain signals, but he couldn't do anything.

He can't wake up! ——

— completely immersed in dreamland.

"Is it just now?" Wood lowered his head and pondered: "Just now when he grabbed my hand and put the panacea in my pocket, he just grabbed my arm, and the soul power attack took effect immediately, making my brain obedient. Be obedient, just turn off the phone and go to sleep? No, no, no, I have to confirm again."

Wood ran to the tea room at the tail of the plane, found the western brown sugar from under the counter, and made a cup of tea soup that was so fucking sweet that it could almost kill you. Sugar activates the brain, and this recipe, along with some panaceas, can make you aware if you're in a hallucinatory state.

Drink the cup of tea and stare directly at the bright light for ten seconds, then close your eyes.

Wood murmured—

"——If the retina leaves light spots similar to floaters, it means that I am in reality and the optic nerve is still working normally. If I can't see the remnants of strong light, it means that I am in a dream. Then come on."

He drank the tea soup in one gulp, and then stuck out his tongue, like a dog eating chili, barking too much sugar stimulated his saliva.

Immediately afterwards, he turned on the strong light of the mobile phone and aimed it at the eyes for ten seconds.

He closed his eyes, held his breath, and concentrated on fighting the dizziness in his brain.

There is still that kind of strong light spot remnant in the eyes, it seems that it is not an illusion, is it not an illusion?

Wood Pluck breathed a sigh of relief.

At this moment, Billy the Kid in the last six rows turned around and asked.

"Mr. Wood, are you all right?"

"It's okay, it's okay." Wood Pluck breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to move forward.

But after walking a few steps, he circled back in place like a precision machine.

He squatted under the cupboard in the pantry, and then asked the second soul torture.

"Why?"

"Why can I find brown sugar and American ginseng here?"

"why?"

"Generally speaking, airlines have strict ration standards for food and beverages. This kind of health care product with Chinese medicine ingredients will never appear on the plane for passengers to drink - black tea, green tea, coffee, and cola should be more common. "

Wood Pluck frowned.

"Combined with the abnormal phenomenon before, could it be that I, like those two guys, have fallen asleep? That's why there is this false dream come true?"

"Mr. Wood" Billy the Kid's voice became urgent: "Mr. Wood, I have an unkind request."

The train conductor Pluck closed the cabinet door and opened it again and again, repeating this action, as if trying to perform a magic trick.

"Change it for me! Make it more delicious!"

But the drink counter in the pantry didn't work as he wished. When he opened the cabinet door for the first time, there were no other changes.

"Mr. Wood, Wood Pluck!" Foianini shouted eagerly.

Wood immediately got up and turned around: "Come on!"

He came to the side of the two little guys, bowed his head and asked in response, "What's the matter?"

Billy Khan grinned his teeth in pain like rain: "Mr. Wood, help me, the package in my stomach must be torn, please help me perform an operation and take them out."

"No problem." Wood smiled brightly, and turned to Foianini and said, "Please go to the customer service room to get some tools."

Fuyanini was so anxious that he shed tears and rushed to the customer service department immediately, almost falling down.

Wood is still not sure—

——Is all this a dream, or his hallucination.

Because it's too real, too real.

He took out a sweat towel to wipe the sweat off Billy the Kid's forehead, and immediately tasted the bitter and regretful pheromone on the tip of his tongue.

The emotion of the young man in front of him, the slightly trembling muscles on his face, the messy hair, and the pupils that were slightly enlarged due to the pain and could not focus.

All of this is lifelike, and it cannot be faked at all.

Until Foianini came running back—

——He was carrying a toolbox in his hand, which probably contained things like electric drills, screwdrivers, and wrenches.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Wood rolled his eyes: "Your friend is a robot cat? Now I have to fix its treasure bag?"

Foianini: "You told me to find some tools? I think so."

Wood interrupted: "Genius."

Foianini: "What do you want? Hurry up, Mr. Wood! I'll find anything else you want!"

Billy: "Don't blame him, Mr. Wood, he's out of his mind."

Foianini: "You're out of your mind!"

The quarrel between the two boys quickly attracted the attention of the passengers.

Wood also became busy, and there was no time to think about whether this was a dream or reality.

He stood up and pulled out a loudspeaker from his toolbox.

"Passengers, we have a patient here. He has acute appendicitis and needs surgery. Is there a surgeon? Is there a doctor who can help him through this difficulty?"

A passenger in the fourth row raised his hand.

"I!"

Wooden felt relieved: "Brother, which department are you from? What kind of surgery have you had?"

Passenger said: "I am a dentist."

Wood: "Sit back for me!"

Immediately afterwards, the captain said helplessly into the loudspeaker.

"Passengers, it's a pity that we didn't find this hero, and I can only give this chance to the limelight—you try to lean towards the front of the cabin, leaving enough space for this patient to breathe oxygen in big gulps, Hope he survives this."

After saying this, Wood greeted immediately.

"Give me the knife, Foianini."

Foianini picked from the toolbox and finally handed out a small hacksaw.

Billy's eyes straightened, and he glared at his little friend viciously.

"Relax, I'm a professional." Wood took off the saw blade and pulled a table knife from the side of the wafer bag.

Foianini: "Hey! Teacher! There's sour cream on top! It's not clean! I've only eaten cake with it!"

Wood attached the saw blade to the table knife, and then spread the vegetable cream evenly on the blade.

"Sex Bomb! Sex Bomb!"

Before the words were finished, the goat-head demon made of flames swung its hoof-shaped fist at the table knife!

The fist marks in the shape of a heart overlap and fit together, and the plain cream continuously emits a voiceless sound similar to the explosion of fried oil. With just one breath and one breath, the saw blade and the main body of the scalpel clamped with steel have been forged and formed.

Billy: "Wow!"

Foianini: "Wow!"

"Do you want to take an anesthetic?" Wood raised the knife and prepared to cut open: "Billy?"

Billy showed fear: "Will it affect the brain? I read in the news that anesthesia may affect people's intelligence."

Wood: "Then let me ask you a question. How much is sixty-three times sixty-three?"

Billy bit his fingernails and didn't answer for a while.

"Uh uh. Three thousand uh. Three thousand six hundred"

Wood was expressionless: "Your intelligence has basically bid farewell to the craniocerebral injury caused by anesthetics. This worry is unnecessary."

Billy: "Then give me anesthesia, Mr. Wood."

Wood remained expressionless: "Unfortunately, I didn't prepare narcotics."

Billy was almost mad: "Then what are you talking about with me? I'm going to die! Teacher! I feel that the bag in my stomach is bloated, and it seems to be bursting."

Wood: "There is another way of anesthesia, do you want to try it?"

Billy: "Could it be alcohol?"

Wood: "I don't have alcohol, and flammables can't get on the plane."

Billy: "Could it knock me out?"

Wood: "No, your intelligence will be visible to the naked eye due to this anesthesia."

Billy: "That's...what kind of anesthesia?"

Wood took out a Playboy magazine from his clothes and showed the cover girl's sexy figure.

Billy: "Oh! This one works! This one works!"

"I have a panacea in my hand." Wood took out the tooth ring injection: "The whole process will be very, very fast, very, very fast, do you understand? It won't hurt very much-it will end in an instant, like a dream. "

Billy breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the panacea, thinking he was finally saved, finally saw a reliable person, finally met a reliable thing.

Foianini even jumped up happily, almost hitting his head on the roof of the cabin.

Billy: "Mr. Wood, these actions of yours are really reassuring. Have you treated other students like this before? Or your comrades in arms?"

"Yes, I saved Van Cleef," said Wood.

Billy: "Sounds like a bleeding, often wounded desperado."

Wood: "It's a bitch and my wife loves it."

The whole cabin was silent for a while.

None of the passengers spoke—

——It seems that all the people who eat melons, all the happiness or curiosity are killed in an instant.

Billy: "Besides that? Except Van Cleef?"

Wood pursed his lips and shrugged meaninglessly: "I have basically never been injured. There are thousands of soul powers in the world, and they all have various usages - I am the best among them. , or be carried sideways and carried to the first aid."

Billy watched his stomach's clothes being cut open with a knife——

——Teacher Wood drew the path of the knife on his belly with a red and blue pen.

Facing the dangling white knife, Billy finally began to tremble uncontrollably. Without the anesthesia procedure, and without the gravitational acceleration of chocolate milk, people would still be nervous when facing a knife.

"Mr. Wood, you must be careful. If you puncture the package of hallucinogens, I'm afraid I will die and never live again. Before I die, I want you to do one thing for me. "

Wood: "Go ahead."

Billy: "There are a lot of big names in the railroad system"

Wood: "Actually, I'm one of them."

Billy: "Can I have an autograph?"

Wood: "Hahaha I'm going to sign on your stomach, oh no! I'm going to sign on your duodenum"

Billy said solemnly: "David Victor's signature, if I die, can you get this signature for me?"

Wood's eyes turned from blue to red in an instant.

"I'm going to use the knife, don't fucking talk nonsense."