Abyss Express

Chapter 392 Act.19 Kite Kite

Foreword:

The more rigorous the mind, the simpler the appearance.

— Ernest Miller Hemingway

[Part ① Fragility of mind]

A light was lit outside the cage—

——From Jiang Xueming's point of view, the light swayed and swayed unnaturally, like the head of a poisonous snake, slowly approaching the cage.

His breathing also became slow, and when the enemy was about to show up, he kept his absolute calm and rationality. The rusty cage is divided into red and black, and the light illuminates his solid shadow, which moves back and forth with the light source.

There was a peculiar smell of fluoride in the air, he remembered that smell, the strange smell of refrigerants commonly found in chemicals.

The light finally came in front of Xueming, looking through the iron cage, there was a strange beast lying outside the cage, suddenly straightened up, and the light source flew along with its body that stood upright suddenly.

Xue Ming looked up——

—that little dim gleam coming from its head, which is a TV.

You heard it right, the head of this monster is a TV, and the light that Xue Ming sees is the power light of the TV.

The brand logo of Toshiba Integrated Electronics is printed on its black lacquered plastic frame. The TV head has a thick and long fleshy body, like twisted muscle fibers, without skin protection, about two meters long.

The strange smell that Xue Ming smelled came from this monster.

He caught a glimpse of the viscous liquid overflowing from the monster's flesh, thinking in his mind——

——It should be artificial blood and artificial meat.

The main component of artificial blood is milky white fluorocarbons, which can transport oxygen instead of red blood cells. He slaughtered the military and police in Shinto City, and he couldn't smell the red blood and rust of Homo sapiens.

Their prosthetic system has eliminated red blood cells. In order to make the VENOM organs have a more stable electrification system, their blood has turned white, completely excluding iron elements.

By the way, is this monster [Joliet]?

Jiang Xueming carefully observed the pitch-black screen of the TV, but couldn't figure out why.

Everything in [Elysium] is so strange to him. The physical laws of this ghost place are different from the real world. If Niflheim is regarded as the underworld, [Elysium] is more like a middle ground.

People's psychic essence has not yet left the physical body, temporarily stays in this virtual space, and cannot be reborn forever.

The monster spoke—

"Hello, Jiang Xueming."

The TV screen suddenly turned on, with horizontal stripes of clutter and dots of snowflakes, a familiar and kind face came into Xue Ming's eyes.

The iconic big bald head is back again, Falcon winks at Xueming in the cage, "I am [Jester], in Elysium, I am your auditor, I am your educator, I am your teacher."

Xue Ming didn't speak, he didn't even move. The light source of the TV illuminated part of the room. In this virtual community, there seemed to be other rooms with different functions around. In the dim environment, he could see some prison windows.

"Aren't you very scared now?" The jester was overjoyed, and threatened with a smile: "My replicas are endless, and the falcon-style reformed person can be resurrected again and again-but you will only become weaker and weaker, and you can only fall into danger." Let me fish in my hands!"

Xue Ming still didn't speak, he observed the rust spots of the cage, and stared at the noisy enemies between the gaps in the iron sheet and steel skin.

The jester writhed his ugly snake body, his expression revealing a morbid and twisted ecstasy.

"I want to turn you into my electronic pet! Then I will taste your beauty! Hee hee hee hee."

Sometimes it crawled on the floor, sometimes stood up straight, and when the strips of meat swelled and tightened, it made a strange sound, just like when a pulley bites a new skin, oil and organic matter rub against each other and make a harsh note of "poof".

"I just like a baby like you who doesn't like to talk."

The jester leaned close to Jiang Xueming, circling around the iron cage, as if he was inspecting the spoils of war and looking at hand toys.

"Look at your unmodified flesh and blood, an ugly body breeds an ugly mind"

It spoke rudely, mocking Xue Ming's avatar arrogantly.

"Except for the VENOM mechanism on your arm, you are actually a 100% natural Homo sapiens. You are so vile and despicable! Didn't the Falcon type tell you? You are naked without modification?!"

Jiang Xueming finally said, "I'm sorry, I don't know him well. We are definitely not the same in terms of personality, and naturally we can't talk about clothing."

The fool turned pale with shock: "You're not afraid of me? When you face my holy body, don't you even have the slightest thought of being in awe!"

"To be honest, when I saw you for the first time, I felt very kind." Jiang Xueming said truthfully: "When I was young, I squatted outside the gate of the richest household in the village, and watched Demon King and dinosaurs with his grandson. The team—it's interesting."

"You must be bluffing." The Fool's tone was a bit stern, it shrank its head, and the snake's body became a bow, keeping it away from the cage.

Because Jiang Xueming's body has not been transformed, and the VENOM organization is also controlled remotely by FE204863, which is a super autistic state completely disconnected from the Internet. As the auditor of [Elysium Space], the jester can't find out the detailed data of Jiang Xueming, an electronic ghost. .

In the eyes of the Fool, this anonymous soldier was wearing a forbidden label all over his body, and the firewall program pretending to be a wake-up service locked Jiang Xueming and locked him up. Apart from that, the Fool had no other actions. up.

"I don't need to lie to you." Xue Ming told the truth about what he saw with his eyes: "I just came to such a ghostly place, it seems to be a public space on the Internet, where many people engage in mental promiscuity, and some defecate everywhere— —It’s very similar to the Chinese Internet community in my hometown, except that the people in Shinto City are more radical.”

"I was just about to go offline when you caught me in a cage and sent me to a small room that I can't describe, but it's [wow]."

Jiang Xueming followed the Fool in circles, and the strange snake spiraled around the cage, and he spun around while talking.

"There's this TV set floating towards me with a big ass and a thick tail behind it, let's be honest"

He gestured towards the Fool, his expression became very funny, the corners of his mouth rose unnaturally, and there was a sense of joy rippling in his heart——

"—If you were an ordinary person, your unique aesthetics might scare you, but who do you think I am?"

His gesture changes, starting from the movement of two thumbs to measure the size.

"I'm not humble anymore. With your appearance, you are ranked according to your seat in the Crazy Butterfly Sacred Church. You are definitely at the table for children."

The thumb turned close to the index finger, and he squeezed out so cruelly.

"And you seem to have got something wrong, jester"

The monster whose name was called was suddenly startled. It was full of suspicion, and couldn't believe what it heard.

Jiang Xueming reached out to rub the exaggerated expression on his face to normal, and returned to the form of a cold-faced demon boy.

He said earnestly and firmly: "Do you think you locked me up to imprison me? Will I be afraid because of this cage? What will you do to me? I'm very curious."

Jiang Xueming knew the specialness of [Elysium Space], he was just a mass of spiritual energy now, and the falcon style could not harm his physical body, so he was sent here. As for how to make him hurt, judging from [Jester's] behavioral logic, it should be related to the mental attack of sanity.

The Fool said viciously, "You are so brave!"

Jiang Xueming: "Indeed."

Fool: "I'll undo this cage in no time! And break your spirit!"

Jiang Xueming: "Please go ahead."

Fool: "Hey! I've never seen such an arrogant guy!"

Jiang Xueming: "Is there a possibility that the cage is not protecting me, but you?"

Fool: "You're screwed! You're dead!"

Jiang Xueming: "We are like dogs barking at each other through an iron fence. I feel quite embarrassed."

Fool: "Damn you, you even scold yourself?"

"Whoever breaks the defense will take the initiative to admit it." Jiang Xueming embraced each other, not in a hurry.

More juice shot out from the twisted and ugly snake body, the jester glared at Jiang Xueming, but he didn't dare to do anything - such a strange DATA came to [Elysium Space], it also Don't dare to act rashly.

Jiang Xueming has a calm demeanor, he is a very patient guy——

——His character is not what it used to be. If he was in his twenties, the young gunsmith would immediately try to break out.

The fisherman's life turned him into a rock, his wife and children changed him, making him more stable and reliable, unlike before when he saw a monster, he would blow his hair and kill him while he was "so scared" - like a kite With a cable, you have more power.

"I'm curious." As if waiting impatiently, the jester tilted his head on the TV and chatted with the prey in the cage: "Where do you get the confidence? I have imprisoned many mental models and tortured them-this The image of the deputy software prosthetic skeleton should be very scary and very curious."

The Fool squinted his eyes, looked sullen and resentful, and continued,

"Combined with the inspirational pressure of this strange space, it can make people's most primitive fear emerge from the bottom of their hearts."

"But in your eyes, it seems to have failed"

Jiang Xueming clasped his hands together and shook his head: "You want to talk about Reiatsu? There is indeed a point here that affects my mind? It's not qualified enough."

"Hiss..." The fool gasped, and even changed his title: "Who is your Excellency?"

Jiang Xueming: "Anonymous."

The Fool explained in a serious manner——

"—In my torture room, more than 3,000 human brains are used as flesh and blood to form the neural network to release the pressure of inspiration. As long as ordinary people enter here, their will will quickly collapse. That is the spiritual attack of more than 3,000 resentful spirits." ! Under such vicious spiritual oppression, your Excellency just said lightly that it is not qualified?"

Jiang Xueming stretched out his hand, and introduced it with the same seriousness as the jester.

"It killed more than 3,000 blood-granting monsters, but I don't think it has any impact. It is still so easy to use."

The fool's expression changed, and he asked immediately, "Your Excellency, I worked so hard to make spiritual pressure torture instruments in the torture room, and the blood stained on this hand is not as good as it?"

Immediately afterwards, Xue Ming withdrew the other four fingers, leaving only the index finger, "No, no, no, I mean this finger, not the left hand."

"Enough! Enough is enough! Enough is enough!" The Fool's tone was terrified, but its thinking model would judge the signs of Homo sapiens. It was originally an organ for information review, and it could judge lies through various signs.

It can feel that the unattractive man in front of him is not lying. Every little movement, look or body language, including the counterattack that mimicked its tone, is real and unquestionable.

"Who doesn't know how to speak harshly?" Jiang Xueming returned to his lazy and natural attitude, and turned on the power saving mode: "Shall I continue? I have seen many monsters more terrifying than you, and they are in my hands. It can only be counted as one head."

"Including you—the Fool, you are one of the few who can still stay awake, and leave your name in my expanded "All Things Cracked" as a good material for a textbook."

"You can only count as one"

[Part② God]

The basilisk flinched in fear. It looked vicious, as if it was frightened.

But the truth is that, Jiang Xueming didn't tell a lie, the names of the eldest sister and the gunsmith were heard by the Mad Butterfly Sacred Church, they were the extremely terrifying Night Demon and the Grim Reaper, who could frighten the blood-granting monster baby so that they dare not sleep, In the past six years, Xueming's number of kills, divided into male and female accounts, has already exceeded 18,000. If the number of kills is evenly divided, eight hostile targets must be killed every day.

Leaving aside the rest time, the killing god has encountered countless ambushes and assassinations. The Crazy Butterfly Sacred Cult's counterattack at death is meaningless in the eyes of Wu Mingshi. They are the group of people who are best at assassination and sneak attacks in the underground world, and their anti-espionage and anti-assassination capabilities are also top-notch.

Regarding the aspect of inspiration pressure, there are also cultists who try to use vicious curses against gunsmiths——

——The most typical evil method, which is very similar to Mr. Thumbelina's soul power attack, is to trigger the psionic characteristics of the gunsmith, turning the numerous killings he committed into a curse, and use the venomous spirit body to release Injury to the sanity of the gunsmith.

But how can these ghosts hurt the god of killing, which is rare in the world? Perhaps people with weak minds will feel sorry for the sins they have done and the lives they have taken away.

In Jiang Xueming's view, every time an animal is slaughtered, it is a cyclical retribution of heavenly law. Even if a living animal cannot hurt him, let alone a dead one.

These evil curses took effect again and again. During these two thousand days and nights, many ghosts took the initiative to collect debts. The scenes of encountering Xueming again were all kinds of strange. The cannibal rich woman who never forgot to turn into a spirit body and come back to court for love broke Jiang Xueming's heart again, and turned into a heartbroken overage girl and went back to Haim's underworld.

For Xue Ming, the pressure of inspiration emanating from the jester's torture room is almost the same as eating, drinking, and breathing oxygen, and even worse than 9527, who begged him for homework but failed, and angrily went to the pond to poison him The mental damage of killing a fish.

And the jester looks too weak

In terms of the composition of the essence, the speed of the monster snake is far inferior to that of the incarnation butterfly. It has no poisonous characteristics, no fully evolved limbs, no claws, and no jaw as a bite attack joint. It doesn't have dexterous hands to control the firearms, and its thick, muscular body is about 55 centimeters in diameter. According to the strength limit of conventional disaster beasts, after successfully strangling and controlling the prey, the power to suppress the prey should be about 1.5 tons , if the physical rules of Elysium Space are calculated according to the real world, it will be this data.

Compared with the local specialties of the Mad Butterfly Sacred Church, the bunch of blood-granting monsters grow into crooked melons, golems with human flesh exposed, skulls and brains sutured to the giant tower of blood bones, except for a little smell, the avatar chosen by the jester for himself She can be regarded as one of the best beauties, and in terms of the style of blood-giving monsters, she can be regarded as pure and ascetic.

At this moment, the jester still didn't give up, and tried to exert extreme pressure on the prey in the cage.

"It seems your ignorance makes you fearless"

"Then I must show you my true form."

Jiang Xueming: "Please go ahead."

Dozens of fluorescent spots emerge from the dark shadows.

They are like stars that light up the darkness, like the eyes of ancient gods.

The Fool slowly backed away, the TV's light source gradually becoming one with these eyes.

The foul-smelling strip of meat returned to its body, and the entire torture room began to emit a heavy pressure of inspiration. Xue Ming glanced forward along the cell door on the right, feeling like a pawn guarding other inmates. The sub-supervisor put down the work at hand and turned his attention to this newcomer who was not very obedient.

Xue Ming cheered up, and while feeling the pressure, he glared and said, "It's interesting!"

Flesh and flesh melted into one, and the jester's voice became deep and powerful.

"Day after day, year after year, we live on this planet, connected with the flesh and blood of the original seed."

Like the shape of the strange snake, these dazzling stars are also TV sets, but when gathered together, they become the veins and limbs of a pale giant.

"Being born, breeding, thinking, dying."

"Self-organization of electricity, evolution of nerves."

"The abomination you face is a god with a hundred eyes, a hundred mouths and a hundred faces"

It finally emerged from the darkness, the wriggling body was smooth and powerful, like a snake god with one tail and eight heads.

It stood upright, and dozens of faces were squeezed out of the pale meat strips, all of which were different models evolved after the split of the personality of the instructor TOM, and different batches of Falcon models. Their personalities constituted the real body of the jester.

The TV sets have also changed from square and angular to rounded, inserted into the limbs and necks of this huge and simple flesh and blood monster, and turned into black and white eyes.

When they stared at Xue Ming, they poured all their minds into Wumingshi's warriors.

The Fool was just about to speak.

"I"

Xue Ming interrupted immediately.

"Then what?"

asked the Fool's hundred mouths.

"What then?"

Jiang Xueming: "Is it over? The second stage? Is it over? No more?"

The Fool didn't answer because he didn't know how to interpret this

Jiang Xueming followed up and asked: "You call the units in other cells, or call them clones, or clones, and call these guys over to fit together, and become what they are now? Are there any more?"

"No." The Fool wanted to say something, but Xue Ming didn't let him say it.

"So? What do those riddles just mean?" Jiang Xueming was very honest, and he didn't see anything wrong: "I want to say that your transformation process has merged with that mother earth? Next time, be more straightforward. I'm out of my mind."

Fool: "Wait a minute."

Jiang Xueming: "Yeah. Shouldn't the cage be opened now? Can we have a good fight?"

It seemed embarrassing to say anything at this time.

The Fool roared in surprise and anger.

"See me so strong? Are you so arrogant?!"

Following the wind pressure and sound waves emitted by the roar, Xue Ming immediately plugged his ears, accompanied by strong tinnitus, and his brain began to feel dizzy. Like a shooting star, he turned his head and opened his mouth wide to protect his ears and brain, trying to shock the sound waves Digested in the head cavity.

Wait until the Fool is quieter—

——Jiang Xueming seemed to be a different person.

"I'm going to kill you, cutie"

As soon as this sentence was finished, the eight-headed snake god with all eyes and faces was chilled to the bone.

Its muscles contracted suddenly, and it felt a strong mental attack. The pressure of inspiration emanating from Nameless's body was very strange. It was like a cold blade. After piercing into the exposed body tissue, it turned into a hot bullet again.

In order to detect the user's mental state, it has an inestimable electronic nerve sensor unit, including the sensory organs for spiritual pressure. At this moment, almost half of the jester's eyeballs trembled with the violent spiritual pressure amplitude It cracked and sparks burst out, as if the program had been attacked by a virus, and groups of low-level codes exploded from the black pupils.

Jiang Xueming's eyes locked on it——

—It heard the whisper of the devil, counting its sins in detail.

"I know what you are."

"You can decide how people live, you control their aesthetics, you deprive them of free will, and transform their personality."

"You let them take electronic drugs, indulge in cyber prostitution, you tell children how to shoot a gun, you are a mentor, a public opinion leader, and a golden salesman."

"You use the lowest cost to turn office workers into soldiers, and then send them to my hands to chop into minced meat."

"You have no regrets. In this torture room, there seem to be other mental models that want to be transformed by you and become your puppets."

"You can speak well. To deal with the weak, you have to show your ugly and terrifying body to intimidate and manipulate their spirits."

"You say this is advanced? Is it science?"

"I don't think so, and I don't want to argue with you."

"This is your territory, and I'm unarmed. You treat me like an electronic pet and lock me in an iron prison."

"But I want to say, I will kill you, whether it is you in Elysium or you in the real world."

For a moment, Xue Ming's eyes turned blood red due to the data volume overflow due to the violent spiritual energy fluctuations.

"Why don't you guess? What method will I use? How will I dismember you?"

"Cut open your twenty-six-meter-tall body, chop off your eight heads"

"There are many instruments of torture here, all of which are of high-quality materials. Which one should I choose?"

"Why don't you talk anymore?"

Not far away, the jester deliberately avoided the scorching eyes of the thing in the cage, the spiritual pressure almost stabbed it, and it finally heard the second half of Jiang Xueming's mocking sentence.

"god?"