Abyss Express

John Bogle. Or Jon Borg.

This is the name of the horror artist. He does not belong to any derivative branch of the Mad Butterfly Sect, but is inextricably related to the Almighty Hand.

More than a hundred years ago, an explosion occurred near Tunguska, Siberia, Russia.

An asteroid with a diameter of 65 meters hit the earth, destroying an area of ​​2,000 square kilometers of coniferous forest in the area, and leaving behind many Lonsdaleites.

This kind of hexagonal diamond is very precious. At that time, it was as difficult as heaven to create such a huge impact pressure and heat, and it happened to retain the hexagonal lattice of graphite and the hardness of diamond. It was a technology like a magic miracle.

These days, Meteorite returned to the Nine Realms Station, and formed a gift of pyroxene with a child from the spirit witch shaman family who had just grown up, and he was John Borg.

Boy John, who got the white stone, could have taken over the duties of the train conductor. He has outstanding talent, and Lingweng and Aohan Mingde are very optimistic about this young man with abundant energy and transcendent inspiration.

But things are not as simple as the station imagined. This spirit witch is obsessed with ancient and mysterious taboo knowledge. In his opinion, whether it is the mad butterfly or the station imitating the soul power of the mad butterfly, as well as the divine power of runes, they all have one thing in common. source.

In the ocean of the underground world, with a depth of tens of thousands of meters to hundreds of thousands of meters, in the high-energy and high-temperature zone close to the extreme depths of the earth's core, there are even greater life forms. Those things are far more treacherous and bizarre than giants or disaster beasts, and more terrifying than the giants that are rumored in the towns and cities of the underground world.

Not to mention highly inspired psykers, even ordinary people who get in touch with them will have their brains broken and their nerves collapsed under the pressure of powerful psychics, and they will fall into the eternal torment of madness and chaos in an instant.

A hundred years ago, John Bogle obtained the remains of Mingde and the powerful extraterrestrial meteorite. With a staff and a stone, he joined the Almighty Hand without hesitation, and started from the little finger to the thumb all the way through the level, just to better understand the impact of the crazy butterfly on various creatures and the transformation of the natural environment.

He wants to follow this clue to find the ancestor of Mad Butterfly and find out the truth of life.

In fact, he succeeded. After visiting many giant palaces or ghost ruins, the psionic scholar deciphered an extremely important message from the texts of various ancient sites of prehistoric civilizations.

The meaning of that message is called——

[—The earth is a living thing. ]

There are tens of thousands of stars in the sky and the universe. Judging from the known history of human beings, which has been constantly overthrown and reorganized, and re-understands the content of geographical chronology and biological composition. According to John Berger, the earth has a pulse, a psychic, a consciousness, and a brain.

Biology is to the earth what viruses are to the human body.

Every mass extinction is like the earth renewing its immune system and updating the virus database.

Life from the ocean to the land needs the help of viruses.

And this blue planet full of vitality is preparing to go through repeated screenings and natural selections to select the most powerful poison king in the biosphere to reform and correct its wild and backward [physical essence], so as to escape nature. Gravity, escape the control of the sun, escape the tragic fate of other dead planets, and evolve into new life forms.

Perhaps one day, it will put on armor, install engines, and fly to other star systems. It emits light, grows five sense organs, turns into a brain, and speaks to children.

Going back to a hundred years ago when John Bogle was there, he believed that human beings were one of the candidates for this trial.

Leaving aside other evolutions or conjectures, at the bottom of Niflheim's Trench, there is really a huge monster shaped like a mudflow and thunder structure, which is its synapses.

John wished to come into contact with it, and called it the "Original Seed".

No matter where it came from, is it an extraterrestrial? Is it a parasite? Or native creatures? Indigenous to the solar system? None of this matters to John.

Almost like Jiang Xueming, this powerful psychic broke out of a cocoon and became a butterfly in just one year.

According to word of mouth in the underground world, he is the reincarnation of the souls of hundreds of shamans, and the Soul Power contained in his body is almost immeasurable.

He does not work for anyone, never participates in the struggle of any forces, does not have any interest in the Senate or the Blood Butterfly Sect, and everything is just to explore the mysteries of the [Original Seed].

Aohan Mingde warned John dozens of times to stop exploring the [primordial seed], and the BOSS believes that all psionic research should stop at [soul prestige].

Before Guangling Zhixi could turn into a modern army, the Green Gold Guards and members of the stone union headed by King Hunter at that time chased and persuaded John.

In the end, this powerful psyker lost his physical body in the experimental ritual of searching for the [Original Seed], and he became a powerful spiritual energy body.

At the moment when his physical body was connected with the [Original Seed], a powerful spiritual storm destroyed half of the city in the sixth block. The spiritual tentacles of Mother Earth grew wantonly in his brain, spreading fresh vitality.

Homo sapiens and all kinds of animals and insects were infested by this kind of divine power, and instantly turned into flesh and blood suture monsters. These life samples became their abundant source of inspiration in the eyes of the Mad Butterfly Cultists, and then the blood-giving rituals were full of tricks.

The disaster created by John Borg became a lingering shadow of horror in Aohan Mingde's heart. Since then, materials about giants or other prehistoric civilizations have been added with the highest level of confidentiality agreement.

The stronger the inspiration, the more obsessed with these things, it seems like the curse of knowledge.

They establish contact with the [Original Seed], just like human bombs, they will tear the barriers of space in an instant, rebuild the flesh and blood from the brain, and grow beautiful flowers that give birth to new life like blossoming and fruiting , Immediately after that, other life forms around them will also be irradiated by this kind of spiritual energy, and begin to fuse and mutate.

Vita Brand and Crazy Butterfly are terrifying lives born from this kind of flower.

The Lonsdale Stone held by John Bogle was recovered by the relevant personnel of the station, and could no longer be recast on the Shining Path, and other passengers could not get this colorless stone. John was originally the speaker of [Anonymous] and held Mingde's remains, but this bone fell into Jiang Xueming's hands.

A hundred years later, this legendary god-man finally escaped from the spiritual storm of the [Primordial Seed] and returned to the human world once again. He gathered four souls to form a circus troupe, and was about to inquire about the news in the mortal world to see what the psykers of the new era would look like.

He gave four simple and easy-to-understand names to his good brothers.

They are the Director of Sigma—the eighteenth Greek letter.

Alpha bartender - the first Greek letter.

Beta Singer - the second Greek letter.

And the middleman Omega - the last Greek letter.

[Horror artist] appeared in this city for nothing more than a few very simple and simple purposes. But before achieving these goals, they encountered a little resistance.

During the trial operation in the last two months, some people have long been eyeing this store.

As soon as the middleman Omega got his business qualification certificate, Tianshu's armed group issued a wanted order for him.

The members of the horror artist realized that there seemed to be an unidentified extraordinary armed force on the land of China who was secretly investigating them.

While Sima Yao was visiting the store to collect information, Omega also collected specific information about the police in the local area for the master.

The person who controls the spiritual energy disaster here is called Ye Bei. A law enforcer with powerful psychic powers.

Just today, Jiang Xueming took Brother Ye Bei's class and took Brother Ye Bei's bill to deal with spiritual disasters.

Closer to home.

Steward Sigma calls himself a lord—

——He came from France in 1557, his real name was Jacques Cartier, he built New Zealand with many explorers, and hoped to find a new sea route from Europe to the east.

In Xueming's eyes, this lonely ghost does not have any physiological characteristics of body temperature and heart rate, just like a mechanism puppet stitched from leather and paint.

Lord Sigma has worked hard for his master's business, and he has to calculate the entrance ticket price, and talk to the guests about the inequality of value. It was his job to make money—to make money for John Bogle, the common currency of the mundane world and the underworld.

"Our ticket price is 800 yuan. Did you all get tickets according to this standard?"

This entrepreneurial team is very aware of the weakness of human nature, and can use this as a breakthrough to plunder the essence.

As soon as these words came out, the two fat and thin Toutuos behind couldn't sit still.

The thin one was called A Le, and he yelled loudly: "I bought it from the ticket dealer, and it cost three thousand yuan."

"Can you refund the price difference? Sir?" The fat one is called Fei Bo, and he is a good partner in the same club as A Le. Both of them work in Huadu Nightclub. They are black security guards who do dirty work and are responsible for the collection of non-performing assets. , To put it nicely, it is called debt collection by force, and to put it bluntly, it is called the fish that slipped through the net to eliminate crime and evil, the kind of old fritters who go to the police station and meet the police comrades more familiarly than their relatives.

"I'm afraid not." Lord Sigma pursed his lips, and then made a condition: "Let the two distinguished guests suffer, this is not acceptable, we will offer you two thousand pure gold coins of the same value as an exchange after the end of the tour. "

Speaking of this, the manager took out a small box from under the counter, and there was a golden coin in it.

"It's not a gold-plated copper counterfeit, it's just for those guests who have been tricked by ticket peddlers."

At this moment, Thin Toutuo Ale was skeptical, if the thing in the Lord's hand was genuine, the gold coin would weigh twenty grams, even if it was sold cheaply by the gram, it would be worth more than four thousand yuan.

Fat Toutuo Feibo went to his brother and whispered, asking him to be careful.

"Let him take it out and have a look."

Before A Le could speak, Lord Sigma opened the lid of the box openly and showed the gold coins in front of everyone. Let the guests figure it out.

Fei Bo and A Le hang out in the casino all the year round, and some gamblers who are in a hurry often exchange pawns for emergency. Gold watches and gold rings are precious metals that can be seen a lot, and you can tell the real from the fake at a glance.

The gold coin in front of me doesn't know its origin except for the pattern, and I don't know which country's commemorative currency it is. Maybe it's just a cultural and creative product of a certain factory based on the Internet map, but it is indeed genuine gold.

"We have both?" Ale couldn't even believe it, but just this gold coin is enough to exchange for the wrong money for buying tickets.

"Yes!" Lord Sigma collected the valuables, and made a small calculation with the two guests: "Is the price difference to be refunded to the two guests three thousand yuan?"

Ale: "I bought the ticket for 3188."

Fei Bo kept winking, and shouted: "I spent four thousand and five!"

"Then minus one thousand and sixteen, I will refund you six thousand and eighty-eight yuan." Lord Sigma took out two gold coins: "These two blood butterfly gold coins are also the qualification certificates of our VIP members. After the VIP guests have played, they can use the gold coins to receive two tickets from us every month."

"Two?" Ale's eyes lit up: "Does it mean that you can play for free?"

The lord nodded: "Yes."

Fei Bo immediately seized the opportunity to make a fortune: "Do we have to come in person? What if I don't have time?"

Sir Alex: "You can also give it to your friends."

The two brothers discussed together in private.

"This ticket can sell for so much money, there is something wrong, brother"

"Brother Le, it's much faster than we splashing paint to get money."

At this moment, Lord Sigma's cold words came.

"Guests, there is one more thing you have to think about in advance. These two blood butterfly gold coins are worth a lot. They will be refunded according to the difference in the price of your tickets, and you have to make up a little more." The net weight of the gold coins is calculated clearly, just like selling meat in a vegetable market, the calculation is clear and clear: "I have a good relationship with the two of you, remove the change and give me a discount, and then pay me 1,600 yuan."

A Le is still hesitating, but Fei Bo has already opened Alipay and is ready to transfer money.

All of this seemed so familiar and old-fashioned to Jiang Xueming.

There is no need to finish the following procedures, there are too many places to do it.

What fell into Lord Sigma's account was real money, and the gold coins could also be real. As for how much the tickets were worth and whether they could be sold, it all depended on the two brothers' own abilities.

After this transaction, it seemed that it was an exchange of equal value. Unknowingly, the two brothers became conductors for free.

Ah Xiang wanted to say something else——

——Her sister Qianqian is outspoken.

"Isn't this asking people to pay for nothing? People spend money to come here to play, buy your gold coins, and sell tickets for you?"

"Oh oh oh! Oh!" Lord Sigma smiled brightly: "This beautiful lady, don't say that, I never said these words-never."

Speaking of this, Lord Sigma changed his tone to question Fat and Thin Toutuo with a harsh tone.

"Are you planning to use the VIP qualification certificate, such a luxurious and rare blood butterfly gold coin, as a tool to make money? I thought it should be a testimony of friendship, a souvenir with special meaning. This lady reminded me— ——If everyone comes to my counter, holding 800 yuan tickets, and asking me to make up for the horrible price difference they yelled out by the second-hand ticket dealers, then my small business will not be able to continue. "

Immediately afterwards, the chief executive's tone became more and more cold, and he closed the lid forcefully, hiding all the gold coins.

"I would like to say a few words to the two of you with good intentions. The bills can only be transferred as a gift and must not be used to make money. Otherwise, the VIP qualifications will not be the turn of the two. I don't know how many people are eagerly waiting for this opportunity. .”

A Le was anxious when he heard this, and immediately transferred the money.

Immediately, the two yelled coldly at Qianqian.

"What nonsense are you talking about?!"

"Stinky bitch! One more word and I'll scratch your face!"

Immediately afterwards——

——A Le clung to Xue Ming's side in a low voice.

"Is she the girl you brought? I advise you to take care of these two girls! Don't hinder me from making money."

Lord Sigma blinked his blood-red eyes, his demeanor was calm, upright and polite.

"Everyone, don't laugh and play in the store. Our store refuses to shoot. After the ticket is checked, we will go to the first stop immediately."

Jiang Xueming didn't say anything, at least all the motives expressed by Lord Sigma so far are to make money, and it's not enough to kill him. If you don't have that ability, before you meet the real master, let's follow along step by step.

He ignored A Le's verbal threats, and nodded like an honest man.

After registration, the shelf at the counter becomes a revolving door——

——Lord Sigma walked to the backstage with the gold coins, the payment mobile phone, and the identity information of the guests.

A bartender followed up at the front desk and wanted to talk to the guests about the necessary etiquette before the art exhibition, that is, to choose a drink.

This time Xueming couldn't sit still——

——With the deflection of the shelves, there were various kinds of commemorative coins in the wall window behind the counter, which were probably exhibits made to cope with different price differences. Gold coins come in large and small sizes to accommodate a variety of situations, offering equivalents based on the bids of the bullies.

Then there is no equivalent exchange.

The bartender is also red-skinned and red-eyed, young and energetic, with a mouth full of sharp fangs and a hearty smile.

He first bowed to the guests, and then took out wine utensils and various raw materials. And treasures such as the bottom wine in the cellar, in addition to bottles and jars of different sizes, some small jars are filled with dense red scale powder, like the freeze-dried powder that has been mechanically processed after the mad butterfly has been ground into powder. Prepare drinks.

"I will prepare thirst-quenching drinks and snacks for several distinguished guests during the exhibition. This is the menu."

A bulletproof menu was left on the counter.

Right now, right now.

Lord Sigmar returned to his master.

In front of the messy workbench, many research notes and engineering diagrams were piled up next to Little Lulu.

The pink, vicious monster is being rubbed and stroked by a large hand.

The owner of the hand is like the great devil in hell, like the firewood for the salary king, which has turned to ashes.

There are dark blood vessels under the red skin. Like his men, John Bogle has a pair of bright red eyes.

Sigma said: "Master, the matter is settled, but Ye Bei didn't come."

John Bogle waved his hand: "It's okay, then perform as usual."

Sigma pressed, "He's replaced, it seems, by a rookie."

John went on to say: "Then let him have fun, and the service must be in place."

Sigma looked suspicious: "No special treats? Scaring him?"

"No need." John turned his head and scratched the little rabbit's neck: "I'm just here to make money, not to kill my life, Sigma——Thumb just sent me a message, you can read it, I don't understand Internet buzzwords in modern society, please explain to me what it means.”

Sigma picked up the owner's cell phone and looked through the SMS records of the emergency contact.

[Fuck off! senior! Your IP address is displayed in Hengyin City! If you are still doing some weird blood ceremony, it is simply that the third prince of the Dragon King ran to Chentangguan to walk a bird and surf to Nezha——I want to find an old Chinese doctor to loosen my muscles and bones! all in all! Get the fuck out of here! ]

Sigma couldn't quite understand it, because he was only half a year away from being unearthed, and he still needed to learn a lot of survival rules in modern society.

"I don't understand."

John didn't take it to heart either.

"I don't quite understand either. Is it possible that opening a shop here, planting some Vita branding for the lucky ones who voluntarily come to the door, doing experiments with blood-giving ritual props, and collecting experimental data, will it cause any disaster? It is a disaster. disaster?"

Sigma stood beside his master, shrugging indifferently.

"The current Almighty Hand is really not as good as the next generation. Master, I think it is understandable for these little guys to react so strongly and fear. They are weak and difficult to protect themselves. Who is this thumb of yours? ? If it’s not someone important, then there’s no need to contact him anymore.”

John: "After I left the Almighty Hand, this little guy once asked me for help. I have saved his life. Maybe he wants to repay his favor in this way?"

"Cunning little thing!" Sigma scolded, "Is this guy going to repay the kindness with his mouth? I hate the bad things that just talk but don't do!"

John thought about it, but still couldn't figure it out, so he finally stopped thinking about it.

He deleted this text message conveniently, just like deleting the online loan reminder text message from last month. After all, starting a business requires start-up capital——

— only if it does not exist.