Abyss Express

"How can I undo this hypnotic ability?" Jiang Xueming asked, carrying everyone into the first-class cabin.

"I don't know." Duran told the truth: "Could it be that you can't control your spirit body?"

To be honest, when Jiang Xueming learned of all this, he had a strong, unreal feeling.

Teacher Wood can resist the ability of [Regret Medicine] to reverse time, but at this moment, he is immersed in a dream and cannot wake up.

Sixty-three should have seen many strange soul powers in the endless reincarnation, but seeing his sleeping peacefully, it seems that he has no resistance to [Fragrant Fantasy].

As for the passenger Benjamin, this was Jiang Xueming's first acquaintance, but after this guy fell asleep, the pheromone revealed was very strong—a sense of peace of mind, an indescribable sense of peace of mind. Reuniting with old people he misses, or standing on the balcony to watch the sunset, as if the warm and comfortable wind blows in his face, every pore on his body begins to relax naturally, and he maintains a very high-quality sleep all the time.

As for Flavia—

——Like everyone else, this vicious flight attendant killed people without blinking an eye, and gradually became quiet after falling asleep.

When Duran hugged her, she fell into a deeper sleep, and even her breathing began to slow down, as if stepping into a paradise of absolute bliss.

Jiang Xueming was still looking forward to it, hoping that Mr. Wood would take the initiative to break free from the control of [Fragrant Fantasy] and wake up from sleep.

This visiting professor of the Galahad Academy of Magic must be able to teach Xue Ming how to control his soul power, but it is a pity that Mr. Wood is not moving at the moment—he will yawn from time to time and shed a few tears from the corners of his eyes.

At this moment, Xue Ming never dared to call Hunwei's real name lightly.

In case [Fragrant Fantasy] gets out of control and Liusan wakes up right away, the consequences will be disastrous.

He just waited quietly, asking Ms. Duran to the bottom.

"Ms. Duran, you claim to be a member of the Little Brotherhood. As we all know, the Church of the Mad Butterfly Saint sells their wares to people, the Skeleton Society sells dragon blood to the brave, and the Rosary Church sells immortal flesh to the rich. Stairway to Heaven Selling their Sun Bibles, the Almighty Hand selling fundamentalist messianic self-impression - what are you little brothers going to sell?"

Dulan hesitated for a while, and immediately asked back: "You want to send me to prison? Want me to confess?"

"No, that's not what I meant." Jiang Xueming looked at Duran, and at Flavia in her arms: "It's different from the cultists I've seen before, Claudia Als Duran, you There are still loved ones with unparalleled courage and determination.”

When Ms. Du Lan looked at Jiang Xueming, she felt an inexplicable awe in her heart.

You must know that she is already thirty-one years old. She has been struggling in the dark underground world, growing rapidly in an environment where the weak and the strong prey on the fittest, and finally came here after many selections.

Jiang Xueming has just turned twenty-three years old, and he reveals a mysterious and detached quality all the time.

When on alert, the pheromones released from the young man's body are like tigers.

When resting leisurely, he is like a piece of warm jade, which can also make people quiet immediately. The sense of presence is so strong that it can hardly be ignored.

This strange and inexplicable spiritual pressure reminded Duran of the Patriarch of the Little Brotherhood.

"Grey monks are a group of people who sell [luck], we are proficient in divination, coins, poker, tarot or feng shui, we think that anything happens, there is a [path], there is a [way], Through observation or calculation, you can use very small forces to produce great changes, and ordinary people regard this kind of miracle as [the favor of the goddess of fate]."

Jiang Xueming sat down, ready to have a long talk: "It doesn't sound like a crazy butterfly, does it have something to do with [Gui Yi]?"

"Yes, and it has a lot to do with it." Dulan felt that the itching in the brain had finally disappeared, and his brain had grown back, and he explained in a serious manner: "Jiang Xueming, the reason why the Little Brotherhood is called the Little Brotherhood is because As you said in the MLM model - what it sells to people at the beginning is not [luck], but people's [knowledge]."

With that said, Duran leaned over to get the notepad next to the vomit bag.

"Which end of the pencil is facing up, is it red or blue?"

Jiang Xueming shook his head: "I don't know."

"[The timeline] told me that it was red." Duran immediately pulled out the pencil, and the result was as she predicted: "I have the ability to predict the future, but it's not pure luck. It was definitely not a completely random event, but a customary practice of the Airbus crew."

Duran grabbed the pencil and stared at the blue end.

"Pencils are inserted into the notepad one by one by the customer service staff of the flight attendant team. The red end is facing up, which can make the flight attendants be more careful and treat this kind of expensive stationery more carefully, so that the guests will not be in the notepad. found the broken nib in the

Jiang Xueming: "How did you come to this conclusion?"

"Because the uniforms of the flight attendant team are blue, isn't it amazing?" Duran took a pen and drew a line on Flavia's skirt: "The specifications of the uniform are the company's regulations and cannot be changed - when placing the pencil, Once you are careless, marks will be left on the clothes. If the tip of the blue pen is pointing upwards, the flight attendant service staff will not care about these details at all. Anyway, the clothes or sleeves are marked with one or two marks. If it doesn’t come out, this is the causal logic.”

Duran emphasized: "It is because of [peace of mind] that people will reveal their weaknesses and reveal their dead ends. All things, once they reach the [perfect] state, once they are completely [peace of mind], they will start to become incomplete. , when we see the full moon, the perfect moon is dead."

Jiang Xueming: "You said, these intellectual calculations are what the Little Brotherhood pursued at the beginning?"

"Yes." Duran nodded, and then said: "You may think, since it is to remind the Airbus attendants to treat these fragile pencils well, why don't they cover them? Replace them with more expensive oily pencils. pen, or simply make it a style with red refills at both ends?"

Jiang Xueming immediately became curious.

"That's what I want to ask too."

"Because new life needs breathing and space to live." Duran explained: "This pencil is like a rule in human society. Like the reckless newcomers in the Airbus service department, they need to adapt to this rule. There may be one or two chances for error tolerance. When lazy and slippery behavior is always corrected, it becomes a rule over time - everyone needs to gradually understand the operating laws of the world. In the end, they are shaped into various people by the rules of all walks of life. The reason is very simple, right? ? But it is very difficult to see through these things."

Jiang Xueming was silent.

Duran continued.

"The predecessor of the Fraticelli was the Franciscan Order, a church founded by ascetics who imitated the Almighty Hand - at the beginning, we hoped to use our own feet to measure the underground world and find out various laws. Deduce the result through the phenomenon, and reach the state where everything is perfect and smooth, that is, you can always be favored by [Goddess of Destiny].”

"But it was different later. There are many, many interpretations of the word lucky, and there are many, many criticisms."

"We will use divination to save time in doing things, and we will use superpowers to overcome insurmountable obstacles. Everything is like taking a shortcut - just like a railway train, as long as the predecessors have repaired the rails, the people behind only need to spend In a few minutes, you can walk through the natural danger that road repair workers can only overcome in a few years."

"The Little Brotherhood cannot escape the vortex of [Nihilism] at all, just like Liusan cannot escape from the palm of [Regret Medicine]. Individual paths cannot be inherited from each other, unlike science and art, which cannot be passed on through the relationship between master and apprentice. Everyone's divination techniques and the manifestations of predicted results are different."

"Most of the gray-robed monks of the Little Brotherhood are omitting the process and pursuing the result. It is the same as the concept of unification of the mad butterfly. Since life will eventually be integrated into one, the evolution path is meaningless. It is pure nothingness— ——We saw that Liushisan used regret medicine continuously like taking drugs, because in his life journey, the process was also meaningless, everything was up to him, and if he didn’t want the result, he could regret it and start over. "

"Why do people take drugs?" Duran raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Isn't it because of emptiness? Lost the meaning of existence, lost the meaning of work, lost the meaning of life, no stimulation can make the empty heart feel happy Or satisfaction, to pursue the ultimate physical and spiritual pleasure, so I pushed myself into the abyss.”

Jiang Xueming muttered silently: "The shortcut is to take a long way."

"The Little Brotherhood doesn't take long detours," Ms. Duran said. "What it's selling people these days is to get something for nothing, or at a small price, to use an inexplicable fortune-telling to determine the most important thing in life. This is a major event—perhaps due to fate, Sixty-Three found us, trying to use the power of [timeline] to help him complete this ceremony."

"I probably understand." Jiang Xueming was dizzy when he heard it. To be honest, he didn't understand what these fun people were thinking. He could only barely understand some people's words, "Let's get back to business, Dulan."

Dulan shrugged indifferently, looking like a dead pig who is not afraid of boiling water: "Where are you going to send me? Whatever is fine, as long as I can survive. It is more worthwhile to make a deal with you than to risk your life with Liushisan .”

Jiang Xueming: "I will hand you over to my teacher."

Duran: "David Victor?"

Jiang Xueming: "Yes, he can discern your crimes. After reading your book, you will plead guilty and serve your sentence."

Duran: "I have a request."

"You want to intercede with Flavia?" Jiang Xueming shook his head: "It's no use."

Dulan became nervous: "She is the person I love the most in my life, Jiang Xueming——she killed many, many people, both good and bad, including the Green Gold Guards and others from the Crazy Butterfly Sect. She can't go to prison, only If you can be sent to the execution ground, you don’t even have the chance to make up for your mistakes through labor reform.”

"I don't have the final say on this matter." Jiang Xueming didn't have the slightest intention of pity.

Duran: "I am willing to suffer for her."

Jiang Xueming: "There is no such thing. She is her, and you are you. If your life can be exchanged for hers, there are many criminals in the world who can find a scapegoat. The teacher also taught me that people do not hate evil, but only hate incompetent people." Own."

Duran pleaded nervously: "My lord, listen to me, Flavia's soul power is very vicious, and the things she owns can only be used to kill people. It's like a baby got a gun. She"

Jiang Xueming interrupted: "It's meaningless for you to say these things to me, Ms. Duran. It's not me who decides whether you go to prison or to the execution ground, but my teacher."

"I, I understand." Dulan's words flickered, and there was a flash of a decisive and fierce expression for a moment, and then disappeared immediately: "I understand."

"The plane is about to land in fourteen minutes." Jiang Xueming called Teacher Victor while talking: "Ms. Dulan, you have to be prepared. People cannot be resurrected after death, and we all have to look forward. "

Du Lan shook his head with a disappointed expression: "Jiang Xueming, you should understand me. Some people in life are irreplaceable."

The phone has always been in a state of blind tone, which makes Xueming feel uneasy, maybe Mr. Victor is outside the service area.

"how you said that?"

Dulan murmured: "Sixty-three lost Bailu, lost 9527, and Bu Meteor never appeared from the beginning to the end--I ask you, if you lose these crucial people, you lose Bu Bu Meteor, lost these friends, lovers, relatives."

"No ifs." Jiang Xueming interrupted immediately, "No assumptions."

"You are so cruel and ruthless." Dulan gritted his teeth: "You are more like a cold-blooded scum than my soul power!"

Jiang Xueming immediately retorted: "How many people lost their relatives did Flavia make? How many people lost their lovers and friends?"

"So what!" Dulan was hysterical and finally went crazy: "I only care about her! I don't want anything!"

Jiang Xueming immediately said: "Ms. Dulan, think clearly, your soul power is not capable of combat. Struggle is futile."

"I obviously worked so hard." Dulan pursed his lips, his face full of grievances: "I've been walking for a long time, circling this road repeatedly, trying my best to deal with you big men, After finally getting rid of the terrifying reincarnation, I just want to live with her."

"Think about it, Ms. Dulan." Jiang Xueming said immediately: "She doesn't have you in her heart. In the words of my partner, she is not affectionate or playful. It's just that her heart is broken into many pieces. It's heaven to leave you a piece." En mighty."

"How do you know!" Duran roared, "If she can't survive, in the last ten minutes, I will try my best to wake Liushisan up!"

Jiang Xueming raised the gun: "Really? Although I am curious about what you will do, I have to restrain my curiosity."

Two lines of tears fell in Dulan's eyes: "Do you dare to kill me?"

Jiang Xueming turned on the hammer and released the insurance: "You should know me very well."

"Yes. Your Majesty the Demon King." Duran sneered, "Even the lives of the people in your hands. You have to kill three people every day to sleep peacefully."

"Yeah." Xue Ming's eyes were serious and persistent, and no pity could be seen in his dark pupils, "You're right."

The silent confrontation lasted for a long, long time.

Until the plane started to descend, the Walled City came into view again.

The familiar scenery gradually became extremely clear.

Xue Ming saw the cluster of rental houses next to the Hung Hom subway station, as well as high-rise buildings.

"You executioner!" Dulan's expression was distorted, ferocious and terrifying, but he didn't dare to take a step, and could only scold with the most vicious words: "Fuck you! Fuck! Fuck you! Bastard! Little bastard! "

Jiang Xueming: "Go ahead and scold me."

There were more and more tears on Duran's face.

"Please, let her go, please. Please."

Jiang Xueming: "Keep scolding, don't stop, the more tears you cry, the more panicked I will be."

Duran: "Fuck! You are so fucking perverted!"

Jiang Xueming: "No, no, no, I don't have such a special hobby, Ms. Dulan, but social experience tells me that only one hand and mouth can move. If you stop scolding, I'm afraid you will do something stupid."

The moment the plane touched the ground, it bounced——

——At the very moment, Du Lan almost wanted to take away the deadly weapon from Jiang Xueming's hand!

But her weak body warned her time and time again, and the loyal little white snake reminded her that there is only one end for doing so, but there are many ways to die, and the end will not change in any way.

When the tire touched the ground again, it was as if her heart, which was suspended in mid-air, suddenly touched the ground.

The love in her life was finally going to the end of her life, she just felt powerless, as if her heart had suddenly dropped back into her chest from mid-air, everything became empty, and everything returned to nothingness.

The plane began to taxi, and the devil in front of him did not change at all, it was an iron statue.

Just like when Sixty-Three just came to platform zero of the Little Brotherhood and looked at the icon of the Mad Butterfly, when they stared at something, they looked exactly the same,

Dulan was just yelling and cursing, and before the finish line of the journey, he roared with all his strength, swearing the most ugly and vicious words.

And then it seemed to be dazed again——

"—I want to adopt a child with her."

"Big man, you will also have a family, I have seen it in sixty-three memories."

"Family can change a person, right? Even you, even sixty-three, after you get married, you will become gentle, right?"

"The child has two mothers and two, you can't take the mother from the child, you can't do that."

Duran opened his eyes wide and swallowed the tears from the corners of his mouth.

"Flavia will get better, it will get better, I will definitely find a way, I will find a way. There will always be a way"

"Her blood-soluble toxin and her [Yin-Yang Demon Realm] are very powerful. Maybe she can go to the scientific research station and help scientific researchers make medicine? Isn't it? It will always be useful? It is impossible that Ao Ruan Mingde really wants to kill She? How many people did she kill, you let Ao Han Mingde order her, let her save as many people as you want, and pay off all the debts! Isn’t that good? Isn’t that good?”

"No, it shouldn't be like this. I helped you, my [Modern Siren] helped you, without it, you wouldn't be able to win at all! Jiang Xueming"

"It's not Flavia's fault, it's not her fault, it's just that those people are bad, they don't have eyes. What's wrong with her that they want to kill themselves? She's right! She didn't"

Jiang Xueming: "We've arrived. Dulan."

It seems that all the strength has been emptied by these five words.

Duran sat down on the ground, and gradually calmed down as the roar of the plane's engine.

She can't remember how she got off the plane—

——I only know that Jiang Xueming found a big truck to transport all the unconscious people away.

Billy the Kid and Foianini embraced each other, fell into a dream under the influence of fragrant dreams, and waited for the trial of the Barathon Tribunal.

Wood Plaque still hasn't woken up. It seems that this kind of superpower, this kind of [peace of mind] is used to deal with people with stronger obsessions, the better the effect.

The truck drove up the Hung Hom Submarine Tunnel and finally stopped at the fork of the Submarine Tunnel to the Ring Expressway.

It is impossible for Xue Ming to drive this kind of car into the highway, only the Volga sedan at Jiujie Station can safely drive in the big roller.

He has been on the phone, but he can't get through.

Duran hugged his lover tightly, and felt the chill that went deep into the bone marrow in the hot summer—beside the cold and humid temporary maintenance passage of the subsea tunnel.

It was five forty in the morning, just as the sun was rising.

The tunnel ushered in the first car heading south.

It suddenly changed direction and accelerated, crashing into Jiang Xueming, who was calling for help, with a heavy rain of bullets.

Flavia didn't even come back to her senses, she saw the bullet and the front of the car collided with the wall of the tunnel maintenance passage, almost crushing Xueming, and even the light of Hunwei couldn't be seen!

Three people came out of the twisted car door, all of them were contacts of the Little Brotherhood.

They raised their guns, fired at the truck, and then killed everyone in the truck, and the blood flowed all over the place.

The young man in the lead yelled at Duran: "Sister! Where are the things?"

"What?" Duran just woke up from the chaotic state.

The young man dug Jiang Xueming's body out of the wall and found a package of hallucinogens.

"Nothing, I found it."

Immediately afterwards, Flavia heard a loud whistle and woke up from her dream.

The thugs of the Little Brotherhood showed their emblem: "Let's go, big sister, let's go."

Dulan stayed where she was, letting Flavia slip away from her arms, and saw this irritable and silly girl rushing to Jiang Xueming's corpse to scream, and then to the traitor's corpse, Billy the Kid, to get rid of it. The skirt pissed on the spot.

"Flavia!"

Duran just yelled, still unable to believe it was true.

Flavia rolled her eyes, squatted in the van and yelled, "Don't stop me! You're trying to shame me! Don't do anything! I can't calm down!"

"Let's go! Second Sister!" The young man looked at his watch anxiously, "Let's go! Let's go!"

Dulan grabbed his colleague and kept asking: "I'm dreaming, right! Am I dreaming, right?"

The three young brothers of the Little Brotherhood looked at each other and smiled, suddenly feeling that this topic was out of the question.

Immediately afterwards, the leader of the team was slapped severely by Duran. He was so unconscious that his mouth was full of blood.

"Sister, why did you hit me? I'll save you!"

Claudia Als Duran felt deep fear, "Don't try to lie to me! Fragrant dream!"

This sense of fear comes from [Fragrant Dream], from Jiang Xueming's soul power.

Is there a possibility-

——She never woke up from the beginning to the end.

From beginning to end, all her guesses about [Fragrant Fantasy], all her conjectures, were wrong.

Even if she has a strong desire to self-destruct, jump off a building or behead her, or shoot herself, none of her behaviors can wake her up. As long as she is attacked by Jiang Xueming's soul power, she won't be able to wake up at all!

But this sense of security.

This kind of—

"—Duran! Don't be stupid! Do you still pee in your stomach? Come with me!" Flavia yelled: "These guys have made us suffer! Smile! I have never been wronged like this in my life!"

Dulan thought for a while, first ran into the truck, and urinated happily with his good sister, urinating all the fear and anger on Sixty-three's bloody face.

Immediately after, Duran's eyes widened, he took the gun from his colleague from the Little Brotherhood, carefully looked at the trigger and magazine of the G33, and pulled the bolt to load it.

"boom--"

He shot himself in the head.

"It's amazing." David Victor put his hand on Ms. Duran's forehead: "She seems to want to wake up from her dream all the time, but she can't."

There were people coming and going in the square terrace. For the BOSS's new life ceremony, most of the armed employees were making security preparations in advance and clearing out safe evacuation passages.

Jiang Xueming looked worriedly at the other sleeping people.

"Can I take the initiative to call Soul Might?"

Victor: "It's better not to wake up FE204863, the situation will only get worse."

Jiang Xueming looked at Du Lan: "How is she?"

"She shot herself in the right eye, eighty-eight days later." Victor told the truth word by word according to the vision written by [Hell Highway]: "Wake up in the perfume shop of the rare man's palace. , Flavia was by her side, crying very hard—begging her not to do any more stupid things, after all, flesh and blood are healed easily, but heart wounds are hard to heal."

Jiang Xueming: "How could this be?"

"Your soul power is very powerful, very terrifying." Teacher Victor's expression became serious and tense: "Claudia Als Duran simply can't resist the tears of his lover, even if it's a dream - she can't refuse, Even accepting the horrible idea of ​​living in a dream."

Jiang Xueming exclaimed: "My God."

"She hopes you don't release the power of the fragrant dream." Victor grabbed Duran's hand, becoming more and more nervous: "The perfumer in that small shop is the introducer of the sisters. They were born and raised in the underground world. Came to the rare man's mansion to find a job, and incense was an important prop in ritual divination, and finally, under the arrangement of fate, fell into the arms of the Little Brotherhood—they have loved and known each other ever since."

"Jiang Xueming, this illusion of revisiting her old place, this kind of warmth and tenderness, she simply cannot refuse or resist."

"She prayed to heaven, almost treating you like a god."

Victor's eyes flicked to the people around him.

Billy and Foianini, Sixty-Three and Wood Plaque, and Benjamin Black.

"Like these people, she doesn't want to wake up."

Robert Downing sat next to Xue Ming——

— became the only happy comedian.

"The head of the family! Please."

Jiang Xueming: "No."

Tangning: "Please."

Jiang Xueming: "No way, no way."

Tangning: "I want to see Martha, just once! Just this time, I don't take drugs, and I will definitely not relapse."

Jiang Xueming held his breath——

——Finally, he slapped Tang Ning on the face. He watched the young man go to Wenrou Township contentedly, and talked about Mr. Wood's catchphrase.

"genius."