Abyss Express

"Emotional contagion is unconscious, often without knowing when, we slip into the hands of others without knowing it."

"When other people are in pain, it activates the same brain areas that make us feel similar pain."

"For people with the gift of inspiration, this ability to empathize with others will be very powerful. It is the excellence, it is also the Achilles' heel, and it is [the door to death]."

"Studies at the Delft University of Technology in the Netherlands have shown that fake laughter is a very powerful hypnotic method. It can not only make others feel less stressed, but it can also make the body fake and feel relaxed and happy."

"However, long-term false smiles are not conducive to physical health, and there is a very small possibility of inducing mental illness. Because of performances, a performance personality is bred, and eventually schizophrenia is born."

The sun was shining brightly from the window sill, and it lit up the farm warehouse on the outskirts of the Forty Arrondissement.

There were five or six heavily armed guards standing scattered outside the rooms in the farm, and the projector in the living room was playing the video of the gunsmith's knight combat skills course.

The words just now came from the first lesson of "Knight Combat Skills Teamwork".

Under the bright sunlight, the picture on the projector became dull and dull, and the shadow of Anonymous gradually faded away, making it difficult to discern the real face of the gunsmith in the projected picture.

The felt on the table was stained with some blood, and I couldn't tell what kind of animal it was. I only knew that the owner of the farm had just finished the slaughtering work, and ran back to the house in a hurry before washing his hands.

In front of the small tea table near the dining room and kitchen and bathroom, away from the window sill, sits a tall figure.

It was a burly Slav, whose physiognomy should be able to narrow down the race to Serbia. People who lived in this place in history often had genetic exchanges with the outside world, and trade and war created them.

Like the men in his hometown, he has capable short hair and short hair, and his facial features are three-dimensional, but he is not as sharp-edged as the people in Western Europe. In particular, he has a pair of big childlike eyes, and a round chin and forehead. This strong man of unknown age looked a little more childish.

Notail, a DOTA2 professional player from Denmark, and Nikola Jokic (Nikola Jokic), an NBA pork belly center who is also from Serbia, both have this kind of weird and cute face features.

A cloak of flamboyant white feathers became his shoulder ornaments, and his vigorous limbs seemed to be difficult to fit into this small chair. His powerful hips and legs were tightly wrapped by a pair of army green thick woolen pants, which lay on top of him. Together with the thick knuckles on the tea table, they constitute a rich and amazing element of quality.

The golden eagle flag was embroidered on the white feather cloak. This was six years later, the first time in nine hundred and ninety-nine days. The falcons pursued by the wolves of the Nameless One—the Immortals have returned to the trade transfer station again, and once again came to the territory of Ao Ruan Ming De.

"Listen well." He raised his index finger, but he didn't point it clearly, his eyes were out of focus, and his soul had already drifted into the distance: "My name is Pellellini."

"The full name is Pellerini Tuon. If you are willing to become the servants of the immortals, I will give you this elixir."

As the fingertips moved horizontally, it clearly pointed to the family of three kneeling on the ground in the living room——

—that is, the host and hostess of the farm, and a child about fourteen or fifteen years old.

Pellerini is a member of the Alliance of the Immortals. These immortals have unimaginable wealth, social experience and knowledge. As long as life itself lives long enough, it can become a powerful monster made of flesh and blood.

At this moment, Pellerini was called by the League to come to District 40 to do a trivial matter.

Leaving aside the mysterious sense of ritual, to put it in the vernacular, it is to add trouble to the gunsmith——

——The Shendaocheng party fired all the weapons of Nameless, and the information reached the ears of the immortals, but there was a hint of ambiguity.

Time will kill the magic weapon, and it will kill the brave man who uses the magic weapon.

One thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine days, for Pellerini, is just a flick of a finger, but for a gunsmith, from the toughest and most cold-blooded youth to the slow-paced middle-aged life, it seems The invincible Anonymous seems not to be that powerful anymore.

In previous large and small battles, Wumingshi had never suffered such heavy losses in battle, and it was the first time that all weapons were damaged.

So the immortals gathered again, pondering in the dark, pondering whether the tiger had pulled out its fangs, and could try to tease it a few times.

The Fairy Tale Kingdom's battle report and the list of participants, as well as Li Zhiwen's commentary broadcast, let the immortal lock the position of the gunsmith, and decided to use the most gentle means to test the gunsmith's ability.

These immortal condors living in the Homo sapiens society sent their idea king, Mr. Pellegrini is a powerful psychic who knows witchcraft and evil methods, and has the power of the soul to protect him.

His combat ability is not at an excellent level, and it is even considered a short board.

At this time, we have to draw the man from the grave as a metaphor. Six years ago, when he confronted the gunsmith head-on, he was seriously injured and his will to fight almost collapsed. Conquer Johnny was still able to wound the gunsmith, and finally failed miserably. Death can be regarded as a relatively capable existence among this group of demons, if the God of Cupid is regarded as a standard unit of measurement.

Pellerini's overall combat power is about 0.6 Johnny Boy.

The twenty-three-year-old gunsmith is 0.9 Johnny the Kid.

Mistress Mary Stuart, who is very afraid of sunlight and flames, has superb swordsmanship. In terms of physical effort in the competition, she is 1.3 Johnny Boys.

As for Pellellini, a smart star, the specific plan for coming to the 40th district this time is to regard the students of gunsmiths as the first target. He never thinks that he is impatient with life, and he does not want to go to the forest of merit to buy a suite. .

He made a big circle and came to the 40th District. While collecting the battle reports of the Daji Township Division, he followed the gunsmith's movements, and decided to do something horrific and inhumane today.

"Master, your eldest son is fighting on the field in Daji Township. What's his name? Can you tell me?"

Pellerini asked unhurriedly, with a gentle tone, shaking the small bottle, the blood-red elixir collided with the inner wall of the glass, leaving a little scarlet blood, and then it was sucked back by the round meat ball, showing madness Butterfly with red eye markings.

The farmer knelt in front of Pellerini. The honest farmer raised his face slightly, tears and cold sweat hung on his skin, which was twisted due to excessive tension, and the wrinkled brown-yellow skin squeezed the water into balls shadow.

"Mr. Pellellini. I. I don't know what you want. Why are you doing this? Why are you bringing so many people to my house. Still."

Before he finished speaking, the farmer unconsciously wanted to cross his hands. This was a defensive action, but the fingers on his right arm were gone.

When they invaded this farm, Pellellini's mercenaries had already completed the preliminary processing of the meat, chopped off the old farmer's fingers, and simply sealed the mouth with Mrs. Bai's products. Become a good baby.

It seemed that he was too panicked, and the male host didn't dare to say "he chopped off my fingers" in his mouth, and he didn't even dare to say the meaning of blame.

"I've already told you my name taboo." Pellerini continued to ask unhurriedly, "It's the most basic etiquette to report your name when you meet a stranger—and I don't want to repeat this stupid question again." .”

Saying so, he waved his hand, and the mercenary captain watching at the door blew his whistle loudly. The two subordinates rushed in quickly, trying to separate the owner of the farm from his wife and young son.

"I have an older son who is studying in District 41! He is eighteen years old! He is gifted with psychic powers!"

Immediately the farmer shouted—

"——He has just entered school! His performance in the youth training is good. At that time, he called us and said that the Zebra Power team wanted his quality! He was asked to serve as an attacker's substitute in the team."

"My name is Conde Perot, my wife has my last name, my eldest son is Marley, and my younger son is Groba."

"The eldest son hasn't talked to us on the phone for two weeks. He must have received a scholarship from the Power Team. His roommate is an Asian named Cheng Yutian. He said he used the money to find a girlfriend and didn't want us to Know."

"That's all I know! Mr. Pellerini! Mr. Pellerini! Me."

Old farmer Kant spoke more and more slowly, as if suffering from shortness of breath, because of excessive tension and panic, it was difficult to breathe.

"Sounds like a great guy." Pellerini praised. "I remember the Zebra Power Team, which is also a popular team in Daji Township, isn't it?"

Old Kant nodded blankly: "Yes. It's an engine company, very famous."

Pellelini stood up, blasted the two men out, his eyes were eager and gentle, he came to the projector, and closed the gunsmith's course.

"Is this his thing? Does he admire the heroes of the Nameless?"

Old Kant nodded: "Yes"

Pellerini: "You think so too? Like Marley? Little Groba—you tell me."

Saying so, the white feather cloak was hanging on the floor, and Pellelini was not too dirty at all, squatting in front of old Kant's youngest son, and asked with a smile on his face.

"You like gunsmiths too? Don't you?"

When Anonymous was mentioned, Little Globa's eyes lit up, and he just wanted to nod——

——Old Kant immediately scolded: "No! No! That's not the case, sir! No!"

"It seems that the father and the child have some small disagreements." Pellerini immediately became excited, and turned to the hostess to ask: "Madam, your husband and child seem to have something to say, so how about you?" For example, the relatives in the family are all admirers of Anonymous? They like the deeds of heroes very much, right?"

"Nana." Old Kant shook his head nervously, the creases on his face were about to shake off: "No, Nana. No. No. Don't."

The answer is already obvious. For the ordinary families in the 40th District, the Wuming family is like a sacred guardian, and they are the angels who bring happiness and well-being with Aoru Mingde.

Mr. Pellerini, a smiling tiger who enters people's houses to chop off people's fingers and torture them, must be the mortal enemy of Anonymous.

Old Kant just wanted to live with his family, he just wanted to live, he would not allow his wife and children to give wrong answers, even if it offended this mysterious man with an unknown origin and a falcon flag in front of him - they would all have lives Danger.

"Can't tell?" Mr. Pellerini held his chin, feeling a little disappointed: "It seems that the person who risked his life to protect you is not that important in your heart. Hahahahahahaha"

Old Kant smiled awkwardly: "Hahahaha."

The hostess Nana also laughed with her husband: "Hehehehehe."

Only the youngest, Groba, didn't smile, because children can't lie, he just stared into Mr. Pellerini's eyes, fixed on the linear pupil of the hawk, which he remembered eight years ago, forty years ago. When there were cult activities in the district, the big figures in the church who liked to eat human flesh all had such a pair of beautiful eyes.

"The gunsmith is right." Pellelini pursed his lips and frowned, with a very strange expression: "Emotions are really contagious. Even a fake smile can make yourself happy. It's a very powerful thing. magic."

He stood up on his knees, and then continued to shake the elixir in his hand.

"Kant, have you considered it?"

Kant replied in a trance, "What are you thinking about?"

"Don't pretend to be stupid anymore." Pellerini paused every word, and almost started to gnash his teeth when he said the last few words. His face, which was originally like a child's, suddenly showed veins from his forehead: "I can tolerate stupidity, it's a very stupid person." Open-minded people, but don't tolerate deceit - you know what I mean, but you want me to waste time on you."

"I'll ask again, are you willing to do things for the immortals? It's just a small thing, an insignificant thing."

"This elixir is at your fingertips. If you think you are old, your wife is ugly, and you feel that this life is wasted and hopeless, you can give it to your eldest son Marley."

"He can help you a lot and save you a lot of detours. If he handles things beautifully, your family can return to youth and gain glory and wealth."

Old Kant's face changed in an instant, and his fragile inner defense was finally about to collapse.

Yes, why don't you listen to Mr. Pellerini?

Yes, yes, Kant, think about it carefully, Marley's life should not be as mediocre as yours.

He might have a bright future, and it's just a possibility—

——For a young man like him to catch a lot in the underground world and be favored by the power team, it is only because of shit luck.

What has Anonymous done for your family?

Has Aohen Mingde ever cared for you?

"Promise him." The hostess Nana suddenly grabbed Kant's hand; "Promise him, promise him quickly! I don't want to die, I don't want to die yet, I"

Mr. Pellerini looked puzzled: "Ma'am, I never thought of harming your lives—don't be so nervous."

"I've had enough!" Nana said sternly and emotionally: "Kant! I don't want to live in this damn place! I don't want to! Let Marley fight! Every day you have to drive Gropp to the sixteen kilometers away School, and then work work work!"

"To go to the city, you have to transfer two buses. The sunlight here is too harsh, just because the crops in the field need sufficient sunlight? What about me? Have you considered me for so many years?"

"I don't care what this gentleman wants to do! Do you recognize what he has in his hand?!"

"When Marley was in high school, he spent every day tinkering with the gunsmith's online class. This thing is an elixir. You know, only the dignitaries of the Crazy Butterfly Sect can come up with an elixir."

"Yes, yes." Old Kant nodded again and again: "Yes, yes."

Like believers who are chanting scriptures in front of a shrine, they need to break down the obstacles in their hearts and cross that hurdle.

"That's right, Nana, you are right, what you say makes sense. Mr. Pellellini, Mr. Pellellini, you must have other candidates, right? It must be like this. My son is not what a rarity"

"It must be like this, we can't let go of this opportunity, it must be like this."

"Anonymous didn't send the panacea to my house, no, they didn't give me money, and they didn't help me change to a bigger house. Where were they when my fingers were chopped off? Now they. "

"Now."

Kant's expression was in a trance, and he had become bewildered.

Mr. Pellellini didn't say anything superfluous, and just exuded a weak spiritual pressure, which made the two owners of the farm "convince themselves" - which made him both gratified and moved.

In just a few seconds, Kant's eyes turned red.

"Monsieur Pellellini! What do you want me to do! I will do what you tell me at once! There will be no second thoughts!"

The child in the couple's arms suddenly struggled and roared at the demon who looked like a priest in white feathers.

"What did you do to my parents?! Anonymous will not let you go!"

The brave little Groba clenched his fists with tears in his eyes.

"You big villain! One day you're going to be cut in half!"

Before he could finish speaking, old Kant immediately covered his youngest son's mouth, with a fierce and furious expression on his face: "Shut up! You're just making trouble for me!"

"Actually, this child." The hostess Nana panicked and knelt by the blanket, but she didn't dare to touch Pellerini's legs, so she opened her arms and explained in fear: "Actually, this child has nothing to do with us, sir. , if you don't like him, I can send him to my aunt's house."

"Then I will trouble you." Pellerini smiled, and stuffed his fingers and the panacea into the hands of old Kant: "Especially you, Mr. Kant."

He specially asked, like a humble doctor, it makes people feel like a spring breeze.

"When the finger heals, it will hurt a little. I'm really sorry for causing you so much unnecessary trouble. But the reward that should be paid must not be less."

Kant nodded vigorously, and when he brought the panacea, he was already fascinated by the huge white jar.

"This elixir must be handed over to your eldest son Marley. You must know that he is your future. No parent in the world would harm his own flesh and blood—if you sell it privately, or put It eats it." Pellerini shook his head, pursed his lips and did not continue to speak.

Nana immediately said: "I understand! I understand! Marley likes to eat my cooking! I have a way!"

Pellerini left a wad of cash and didn't transact with the HC card --

"—The goddess of luck favors the brave. Mr. Kant, I wish your child a good grade in the Luna Cup, and he should also have a good grade in his life."

Kant stood up quickly and went to open the door for Mr. Pellegrini, but he lost a few fingers and turned the doorknob to no avail.

Pellerini opened the door himself and patted old Kant on the shoulder.

"Don't bother you, the doorknob is disobedient, there is a solution."

His eyes suddenly became sad, and the bitter spiritual pressure went straight to Kant's face.

"If little Groba is disobedient, your life will be difficult. I think this child is very difficult to discipline, and sending him to his aunt's house is not an option. He is already fourteen years old, and he is capable - he can do a lot It's unimaginable for grown-ups."

Kant wanted to say something, but he didn't dare to say it.

Pellelini didn't finish his speech, but just shook the pocket under the cloak, revealing two small bottles—also elixir.

"We'll talk about it next time we meet."

The sparse mercenary team withdrew from the farm, as if nothing had happened.

In the vast field, the summer monsoon blows the wheat, and from the far distance of the cement road, two decked cars can be seen driving farther and farther, and finally disappearing into the horizon.

The felt on the table was stained with a new layer of blood, which, we should be able to deduce this time, was not that of an animal—it was the blood of little Globa.

The couple were restless, looking at the money on the table, and began the third battle between heaven and man.

Where did you go the second time?

The second process was too short——

—horribly short.

Just a few minutes ago, in the slaughterhouse next to the cowshed, little Groba was sent away by his parents to see his aunt.

His body hadn't completely cooled down, and like most European families, their kinship was very weak, even if they were blood relatives, they could be discarded casually after they had a new pillar of life.

At first he lay on his back beside the grass in the slaughterhouse, and his mother beat him with a rolling pin until he was dizzy, but not completely unconscious. His father picked him up and stuffed him into the stable trough, where he drowned, and when he was dragged to the slaughterhouse, the blood left a V mark on the stable and the cowshed.

He got in the slicer, but the blade broke, so Kant sent some sauce to the garden. The beast in the bullpen watched all this silently. In the big yellow eyes, an illusory and confused spirit could be seen. It was the little Globa standing outside the house, not leaving completely, and not planning to enter the room again figure.

"What should we do now?" Old Kant asked knowingly. Without Mr. Pellerini, he seemed to have lost the support of his soul.

Nana's hands were covered with blood, and she said calmly while shedding tears, "Send the elixir to Marley? As Mr. Pellegrini ordered?"

Old Kant sat at the dining table, breathing hard. After a long, long time, his wife did not speak, and his youngest son could no longer speak. He felt a strange peace.

Nana finally started to go crazy, and it seemed that her long-logged emotions had found a bursting point.

"What the hell did I do! What the hell did I do! What the hell! What the hell did I do! What the hell am I doing! My Groppa. My Groppah. Mom I'm sorry you're sorry You are sorry for you and me."

Kant interrupted her, and the simple and powerful phrase was like a spell, calming down this sad, angry, frightened and mad woman all of a sudden.

"Okay, that's enough, it's all right, it's easier."

Nana nodded, then looked at the elixir on the table. The meat ball shone with a strange gray-white light, which is the characteristic of a spirit body. Ordinary people cannot see this gray-white eye——

——Mr. Pellerini, who had been away for a long time, sat in the car and pulled out the artificial eye in the eye socket.

He called out the real name of Hunwei.

"I'll leave it to you - [Eye Of The Storm·雨风眼]."

Holding the phone in his hand, he used the front camera to observe the empty eye sockets, hoping that such a little essence could become a bridge for the spirit body, sending the power of the soul to the distance.

The screen of the phone changed, and he returned to the gunsmith's class.

"People with negative self-esteem are more willing to choose partners who demean and hurt them."

"Depressed people even see their abusers as family and friends."

"Man is such a strange creature with a strong desire to destroy himself."

"Students, we need to fight against this subconscious mind and tie up our inner demons with ropes."

Pellerini turned off the phone and applauded lightly——

"—well said, gunsmith."