Abyss Express

July 5, 2024.

Before the mist cleared in the early morning, Liusan dialed the mysterious confidential number.

There are only two days left before the boarding date. Will it be too late for Bai Lu's condition?

He didn't dare to take the initiative to provoke the Almighty Hand, such a weak body was no match for Ring Finger.

But day by day, Jiang Bailu didn't get any better. He had to do something—follow the original time trajectory, follow the basic structure of Jiang Xueming's life events, and follow this path of success to replicate another [Beautiful Paradise].

He couldn't stand his sister's crying and hissing in the ward.

These sounds were like rusty knives, repeatedly scratching and cutting his soul.

The nightmare also plagued him. He hadn't closed his eyes for two days, and a lot of white hair grew on the back of his head.

Survive this level, sixty-three—

— he said to himself.

No matter how hard it is, as long as you get through it, everything will be fine.

Unlike Jiang Xueming, Liushisan wanted to look in the mirror all the time.

He was scared out of his wits by his look like a walking corpse. It had been so many years, so many years, he had never felt so weak and powerless in his physical body.

In front of the torrent of fate, he is like a piece of rootless duckweed, which can only be manipulated by others.

His eye sockets were sunken, and there seemed to be a black air leaking from his cheeks and between his brows.

A cold and anxious long tone came from the phone, and it rang five or six times in a row, but no one answered.

This made Sixty-Three restless and vaguely expecting——

— until a hello came from the speaker.

"Mr. Sixty-Three?"

That voice seemed to have been specially processed by electric current. It was the same as electronic synthesized voice, and it was indistinguishable from male to female, old and young.

"I" Sixty-three immediately said excitedly: "It's me, it's me, it's me. Are you looking for me? I'm going to Jiujie Station right away, and I'll be there right away!"

Boss: "Mr. Sixty-Three?"

"No, no, no! I'm Jiang Xueming, I'm Jiang Xueming!" Liusan's eyes gradually became dull, as if he had never lived before, and he explained in a panic: "I'm Jiang Xueming, I'm Jiang Xueming."

Boss: "Don't worry, Mr. Sixty-Three, I will arrange a driver for you."

"When? When will Xiaoqi come?" Liushisan repeatedly asked: "Also, can the panacea be delivered right away?"

"I'm very sorry, Mr. Sixty-Three, I can't answer so many questions at the same time." The BOSS changed the subject, and immediately said seriously: "I know the reality is cruel to you, but there are many things we have to accept .”

Sixty-three: "What do you mean by that?"

Boss: "Bring your ticket, I'll be right there."

Sixty-three: "What do you mean by that? Hey! Explain it to me!"

The phone has been hung up——

——A terrible chill gradually enveloped Liushisan's heart.

He always believed that he was living in a peaceful and happy paradise before the magical power of regret medicine brought him back to the endless time. But never realized it was a dream.

Now that things have happened, Ao Han Mingde has immediately exposed the truth that he came from FE204863, which makes him at a loss what to do.

Did Aohen Mingde already know?

Does it know everything?

"I traveled through endless time, and finally came to this fertile land, to this heaven." Sixty-three was covered in cold sweat, the reflection in the mirror was so young, but his expression had a strange and inexplicable old age, "Now I’m like a sneaky stowaway! Has been discovered by Ao Han Mingde, the coast guard? The question is—how will it do?”

"Will it reject me? No, no, no. It is mercenary, and it will definitely not reject me."

"It will never throw me into the cold sea to drown, after all, I have already let it suffer once, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no."

A strong sense of unease almost swallowed him up.

"My ability is invincible in the world, my soul is invincible - it should understand this, it understands! It will never be so stupid as to oppose me, even FE33031's Ao Ruo Ming De should be in another me, I have tasted all the sweetness from another Jiang Xueming."

Liusan looked at his hands, and then clenched his fists.

"My essence, the potential contained in my body, my full and abundant soul power!"

"All these are what it longs for, so it's not me that should be afraid! It's right!"

"The one who should feel uneasy is Ao Han Ming De!"

Liushisan's eyes were bloodshot, accompanied by a powerful spell——

——He seems to have regained some strength, a little bit of courage.

"Brother. Brother Xueming." A weak voice came from the convalescent ward.

Liusan immediately set off. He heard Bai Lu's sleepy talk, and he was still struggling with nightmares and illnesses. Hearing it trembles, touching it makes him shudder.

He wanted to caress Bai Lu's forehead, but he didn't dare to reach out, as if it wasn't his sister who was suffering from a strange disease, but himself.

The letter of comfort sent by the doctor has two meanings of conservative treatment and critical illness notification——

——The family members of the patients should be psychologically prepared for the loss of their loved ones.

Unlike Xue Ming of FE33031, Liushisan could not accept this kind of written notification.

He had already signed this thin document once, with thick and terrifying handwriting in ink and ink, the three characters Jiang Xueming, written like crooked poisonous snakes, with unparalleled remorse and pain, turned into a sanatorium exempted from responsibility Evidence for the statement.

Sixty-three: "Take this piece of paper away!"

The attending doctor was astonished, and was still comforting and dissuading the frail young man in front of him.

"I can understand your feelings, this is a sanatorium."

"How many patients do you treat every day?" Sixty-three angrily interrupted the doctor, interrupting the set of official phrases that had been said countless times: "I won't sign, I won't, I want you to do your best to treat My sister, you have no way out, you have no way out - I'm watching you, if something happens to her before I come back, my medical trouble will definitely make you lose your job, not only your job, but even your life All must be destroyed, this is a death threat, you must think clearly, you must think clearly."

The attending doctor's expression changed. When the little man grabbed his collar, he was so strong.

Liushisan then said: "I don't allow any strangers to approach her, especially your new interns, understand? I will pay you, a lot of money."

The doctor nodded: "I know."

"No no no no. No. You don't know." Sixty-three pulled the doctor's badge: "HK Anshan Health Center, bed 405 in the second building of the nursing home, Dr. Li Kangming, I have investigated your personal information, every day you Will get up at 8:40, especially like the espresso at Xijiekou.”

Liu Shisan pulled the doctor closer to him, shortening the height difference, and their faces got closer and closer.

"You will wait for more than fifteen minutes for this cup of coffee, even if you stand in line for half an hour, you don't care, and you don't care if you are late."

From Bai Sensen's sharp teeth, a long scarlet tongue sticks out.

Sixty-three went on to say——

"—For you, the late deduction salary is calculated according to performance, and it is 1,200 yuan a month. You don't care about this money at all, and you think sleep and coffee are so good. The quality of life is far better than this A thousand or two hundred yuan is important."

Dr. Kang Ming finally realized that something was wrong.

"Now, I want to tell you." Sixty-three stuffed the card back into Dr. Kang Ming's breast pocket: "The price of being late is definitely more than twelve hundred yuan, it may become your wife, it may become your parents , may become your child, there is no medicine for regret in the world."

"Yes. Yes." Dr. Kang Ming panted heavily, and he nodded his head vigorously, not daring to look at the devil at all: "I know, I understand."

"Then let's strengthen the memory." Liushisan held Dr. Li Kangming's chin: "The person in front of you is not an ordinary doctor. He doesn't want money, understand?"

Li Kangming: "I understand. I understand"

Sixty-three: "He is a freak, a desperado who licks blood at the knife's edge. He is a person who will do what he says, including this month's medical bills, all additional expenses, and donations to Anshan Health Center Charity funds are ready to be sent to the designated account, understand?"

Li Kangming: "Understood."

Sixty-three: "So forget about your espresso, Dr. Li Kangming, go to sleep earlier every day, and cherish your peaceful and comfortable life. I will not sign this light paper, because it puts me too much pressure on me. It's too heavy—I can't bear it alone."

Li Kangming: "I know."

Close your eyes, take a deep breath—

——Liu Shisan finally showed a satisfied expression. This kind of pleasure of controlling the life and death of others, almost like choking the throat of fate, finally returned to his heart.

Through the window, he could see the toilet at the end of the corridor in the hospital, and in front of the sink in the bathroom, the terrifying and handsome young face in the mirror.

——Every day is extremely cool!

Soon he will return to the King's Hall and embark on the [Road of Glory] where Lingweng is.

Bringing two tickets, he changed into a khaki jacket, and then walked out.

He hadn't closed his eyes for forty-eight hours. He was worried about Bai Lu's condition, and he was full of expectations and fears about the uncertain and unknown path of life.

He stepped forward frivolously, stepping on the dry cypress leaves that had been baked by the sun, making a crackling sound, as if the body of the cremated body had too much moisture and was steaming in the flames.

The ear-piercing trumpet sounded like a vicious needle, and every time it sounded, he was so weak that his heart throbbed—because he was about to meet another very important person in his life.

Nine five twenty seven.

Bai Zijin.

Sixty-three said silently: "Qingqing."

On the secluded and remote woodland road outside the porch, there is a dark car parked.

It was a Volga, a Volga that Sixty-Three was extremely familiar with, but also extremely unfamiliar.

The two round headlights looked like the eyes of a beast, staring straight at him.

Sixty-three knocked on the car window, and the back door opened immediately——

——When he sat in the back row, he saw the shoulder sleeves of the navy blue suit and the white gloves pressed on the steering wheel.

After making enough mental preparations, he finally tried to peek into the waiter's eyes from the special angle of the rearview mirror.

"white"

"Superise!—Mr. Sixty-Three!"

A very strange woman smiled towards the back seat, showing her ferocious canine teeth.

Liushisan felt like he had seen a ghost, and was terribly frightened: "Who are you? Who the hell are you?!"

The woman turned her head, took off her hat, pulled her eyelids and made a face while showing her golden linear pupils: "I'll come to pick you up in person! My SSR brackets have been blackened, and the brackets are over."

"What's the situation! What's the situation!" Liusan covered his mouth, feeling a strong sense of nausea, all familiar things instantly became strange——

--disturbed!

— so disturbing!

—It's so disturbing!

"Who do you think I am? Kicked off 9527? Made her leave work early? Then the Sichun bitch who came to you instead of her?" Ao Hanmingde combed the hair on his head: "I like me A sub-anthropomorphic body? I specifically want Victor to write me more beautifully! To save you and me from seeing each other after a long absence, it would be embarrassing to glance at each other."

She was five and a half feet tall, with slender fingers when she took off her gloves, and a shrewd look in her eyes. The nose and mouth are very small, and the eyes are big. Except for the black hair and cat ears, it looks like an American shen.

"Ao Ruo Ming De?!" Liu Shisan's eyes almost popped out of their sockets, and there were more and more questions in his heart.

Why?

Why in this time and space, Ao Han Mingde came back to pick him up personally?

Why does it seem to know everything? Know everything about time travel!

Why is it a woman? What about the Victor in its mouth?

I'm already under the [Hell's Highway] spell? Controlled by this guy David Victor?

What a mess! My head is so messed up!

"Don't think about it, sixty-three, some things get more complicated the more you think about them." Boss took out a ball of wool from the storage compartment, then put it on the passenger seat, and started to pat, like a cat's nature, Losing all sanity at the sight of this toy, "Let me guess what dream you're having?"

Immediately afterwards——

——Boss knelt in the driver's seat like a big smart ghost who couldn't stop for a moment, tilting his head and yelling towards the back row.

"You must be thinking! What the hell is going on here? Damn it, why did you go through the journey of rebirth smoothly and kill me, the living Hades halfway? Right? You must be thinking about these things!"

Sixty-three shouted, "Four years! I've been here for four years!"

"Yes! Since the age of seventeen." Boss pointed out his index finger, and put bright red nail polish on the bridge of Sixty-Three's nose: "You have followed FE33031's survival path and his life trajectory all the way, and it has been a full year. For four years, you have been looking forward to it—hope that in this ceremony, you can get a lucky life like him, this is your paradise, right?! FE204863!"

"You fucking know everything? It's not right, it's not right!" Liusan immediately began to bite his nails, and he nervously speculated about all the possibilities: "Could it be that the awakened soul power of FE33031 is still regret medicine? Could it be that he sent you back? Here? Could it be that there is more than one Hongshan stone? Could it be that you and him have reached a more secure and reliable agreement? Could it be that I, I can't escape at last. I..."

"Bring back all the overflowing energy, all the scattered thoughts." The boss slapped the weak Liusan in front of him twice, "It's not as complicated as you think, Mr. Liusan .You are just pure, having a dream."

"Dream? How is it possible! How can there be such a real dream in the world!" Liusan immediately denied: "No, no, no, no! Impossible! Absolutely impossible! I have stayed in this time and space for more than a thousand years My God! Every day, every minute, every second is so tormenting! I am living my life carefully, fearing that the process of the ceremony may go a little bit wrong, and the result may not be as perfect as expected. If I cannot reproduce the FE33031 Life, what is the meaning of all I have done? BOSS! BOSS! Ao Ruo Ming De! You are right! Am I dreaming? You will become like this, appearing in my head, Drive 9527 away and become my driver, these are the dreams, right?!"

"Did I provoke you with my appearance?" Aohan Mingde suddenly turned from excited to bored: "I still think Victor did a good job. Many VIPs thought it was pretty good, but a few of them said they were too gaudy, so I threw them off the roof of the 51st floor. It's like when a woman comes to her aunt, she has a big temper."

Sixty-three was almost insane.

"What are you talking about? Why can't I understand at all! BOSS! BOSS! BOSS!"

"As for the more than a thousand days you have spent in this time and space." Ao Han Mingde thought while holding his chin, and then smiled grinningly: "The time in dreams is very different from reality. People's time in sleep During the active brain period, it only takes forty-five minutes to dream big dreams for a day or two, or even a week—I know you need a sufficient mental preparation to accept this fact, so what?"

Liushisan's face was as ugly as a dead man's.

"So? So what? So what?"

Ao Hanming De betrayed a trick——

"—I have to ask the questions one by one, and I have to answer them one by one, hehe! Answer your first, most impolite question first, that is why I became what I am now!"

Sixty-three is almost instinctive, looking for a sense of peace of mind: "Why?"

Ao Han Mingde slammed on the accelerator: "Because of my short legs with a height of 40 cm! I can't even step on Volga's accelerator!"

The sudden feeling of pushing back caused Liu Shisan to lose consciousness, and then everything started to go wild.

Ao Han Mingde was jumping for joy, grabbed Liu Shisan's head and pulled him to the front seat, leaving a bright red hickey on his cheek.

"Hahahahahahaha! Hahahahahaha! Mr. Sixty-Three! Please sit down! We will take you to the Nine Realms Station right now!"

"Ah, yes, yes, yes, add this, add this!" Boss stood on Victor's lap full of expectation, licking his lips with his little tongue, his eyes began to glow green, "Is it easy to write? Is it easy to write? Look at him He is like a work of art! The sense of oppression he brings to people, even if the physical body is so weak, the spiritual power and soul are shining! I dare not think about it anymore, 呵呵呵呵呵勒(Licking paws), when I think of your student becoming like this in the future, I can't help but want to bully him!"

Teacher Victor frowned, and was controlling the tail of [Hell Highway], trying to carve new words on Liushisan.

"No problem, I can continue the story."

Jiang Xueming looked like an old man on the subway looking at his phone.

"Why are there still so many dramas at this critical moment?"

Xiao Qi is by his lover's side, speaking his hometown dialect like Mr. Wen Bucai.

"I don't know."