Abyss Express

Foreword:

Think like a wise man and speak like a normal person.

Dale Carnegie丨The Weakness of Human Nature

[Part① Nightmare]

The scent of green grass oozes from the earth. It is the clear rainwater in midsummer in early August, the field next to the farm, the bright and strong sunshine, and the unique aroma after sterilization and mite removal on the sweaters on the clothes rack in the small yard.

Mary Perot couldn't move at all. He stood in front of the gate of the former residence in a daze, his eyes wide open, and his face was full of disbelief.

Because he shouldn't be here—

——He should stay at the Roman Holiday Hotel in the capital, in Royunna City of Barikstan, outside the most prosperous and bustling Lionheart Stadium in District 41, on a commercial street full of flowers.

The psychedelic time and space made him a little nervous, but he fell into the hallucination involuntarily.

How long has it been since you came home? How long has it been?

Half a year or a year? One year and six months?

He couldn't remember the last time he stepped into the house, and he almost forgot the details of the former home's furnishings, only the surrounding livestock and fields were so friendly-that was the only thing in the process of Marley Perrault growing up Things are worth remembering.

He and his younger brother Groba went out to herd cattle with vivid memory. When they were children, this was one of the few free time for the two brothers, where they could escape from the control of their parents and release their nature to their heart's content.

"elder brother."

A call woke Marley up.

"Brother, brother! Wake up! Brother!"

The old cow in the shed let out a restless growl, causing the blood-sucking horsefly to stamp its heels on the ground and whip its tail against the wooden fence.

The second call urges Marley to move on, to wake him up, to keep walking toward the house.

That's the voice of Little Globa! It's my brother's voice—

——Marley Perrault frowned, finally overcame the fear in his heart, and walked towards the house on the farm.

He was struggling, and he was very resistant to this matter in his heart. Just standing outside the door, he could smell the smoke on his father.

Accompanied by a strong coughing sound, as well as the snot and saliva that came out along with the sneeze, the mucus full of filth and bacteria gave off bursts of stench, often accompanied by his father's cursing and harsh words, growing up slowly with Marley Perot .

He remembered that the voice became more and more ruthless and louder.

He knew that if his son grew up, his father's words would not be easy to use.

The father needs a louder voice, a harder whip, and a more deadly technique to strangle him by the throat, grasp his life, and make him obedient.

The two men living in the same room have nothing in common except for their similar looks——

——Marley Perrault and Kant Perrault are just such a pair of father and son.

"Brother! Brother Marley! Brother Marley!"

Globa's call became more and more impatient, as if he was urging Marley.

Until Marley Perrault slowly opened the door, the sunlight spilled into the front hall through the crack of the door, illuminating the shoe rack and the carpet, spreading all the way in, like golden soup, about to overflow into the house, and wipe out all the stench Clean it up.

In the dining room, beside the white tablecloth, mother Nana was fiddling with the dishes on the table, and looked back at her eldest son.

Conde Perrault sat leisurely in the rocking chair, holding a newspaper and dangling a cheap cigar worth two yuan a piece. He didn't light it up, but just enjoyed the craving for licking tobacco leaves.

Neither of them spoke. Following the source of the voice, Marley looked up at the kitchen counter, almost terrified at this one glance.

The range hood made a rumbling sound when it was working, the boiling water in the big soup pot was boiling, and bright red foam came out, and the fat and froth gave off an attractive aroma, and a pair of swellings protruded from the yellowed spice leaves of the stewed vegetables in the soup pot The arm has been boiled and softened.

Half of the torso was left on the chopping board, the blood had been cleaned up, and it was put together with the bloodletting steel basin.

Little Groba's head, which had not had time to remove its hair, was pale and hung by the cupboard with his thighs.

This head with cracked lips, bloody nose, dry eyes, half neck and festered mouthpiece together issued a warning to Marley Perrault.

"Brother, I'm already dead!"

"Don't believe that guy! I have been killed by my parents! That guy is here for the hero! He is here for the gunsmith!"

"Run away! Brother! Run away!"

"That guy's name is Pei."

Before he could finish speaking, a thick hand grabbed Little Globa's face tightly. The knuckles stuffed into his mouth, completely stifling all sound.

"Global!"

Waking up from the hotel bed, Marley Perrault straightened up in fright, cold sweat dripping down his bare back.

The sheets and bedding were drenched with sweat, and there was a sour smell in the air.

He clutched his forehead, feeling a splitting headache, gasping for breath, feeling his heart was about to burst from pain, as if in a daze, muttering to himself.

"Global Groba. My only brother. My most important brother."

"Really? Is this true?"

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows of the hotel suites are the bright lights of the Lionheart Stadium. The high-rise buildings on both sides of the Lion Gate Avenue have left thousands of lights in the dark cavity. Even two layers of soundproof glass can't block the sound of the bar street. .

The lights are feasting here, and the luxury here is luxurious.

A white and beautiful body emerges from the quilt, it is a member of the cheerleading team powered by Zebra - only twenty-three years old, this cheerleader climbed onto Marley's bed only on the first day of Marley Perot's debut bed.

"What's the matter? My dear? Did you have a nightmare?" The cheerleader leaned against the edge of the bed and propped his head up with winking eyes. He didn't remove his makeup when he was asleep, and his eyeliner and eyeshadow had begun to shine.

In the eyes of Marley Perrault, at this moment, the face of this big girl is like a monster, and it is no longer as beautiful as when they first met. The gorgeous golden curls are a good place to hide the filth, and the tour has eaten so much dust, and now it smells disgusting and musty.

Love can make Marley temporarily forget these things, can make him ignore all these things, and give his body to the original sexual impulse, but in the middle of the night, he has completely changed after waking up from the nightmare. There is a serious cleanliness.

"Get off my bed." Marley cursed in a low voice, "Shameless bitch, get out!"

The cheerleader's face became very ugly, and he saw the torn strips of cloth all over the floor, which were all written by Marley Perrault when he was frolicking and frolicking-her clothes were gone, and now they are.

Before she could finish thinking, her mouth had already cursed aloud.

"Are you fucking out of your mind?! Marley Perrault! What do you think I am? A hooker who comes and goes?"

Boy Marley felt that he was getting more and more hungry, his eyes gradually changed from dark red to bright red, he pulled the curtains with brute force, wrapped the cheerleader into a rice dumpling, shouted angrily and pushed this shameless woman Send out the room.

"How can I not know what virtue you have?!" Marley scolded fiercely before closing the door: "Anyone in the team who has any achievements has an affair with you! In the office! In the locker room! Anywhere! You"

He felt that he was getting weaker and weaker, and finally walked to the door weakly, without even finishing his sentence.

Back in the room, in order to fight against the hunger of the blood-giving body, he had to start working immediately——

——This is the skill taught by the gunsmith teacher in the course. When our thinking is chaotic and the brain is out of control, we can control the brain through physical labor with rational logic.

He cleaned up the dirt all over the floor, sent the dirty sheets to the washing machine, and the air conditioner dropped to 18 degrees. The cold air took away the hot sweat on his body. After taking a shower, he sat cross-legged in front of the window, naked, I finally feel free inside.

Eye of the Storm: "I don't understand."

The monster inside came to him again——

"—Why did you drive her away? You are obviously very hungry, and I can feel that hunger."

[Part② Indirect investigation]

Marley Perot didn't reply, he just opened his eyes, staring straight ahead dully, looking at the bustling beauty under the night.

Eye of the Storm continued, continuing to persuade.

"Sooner or later, you will take the initiative to swallow human flesh. I think this is a good opportunity."

"This bitch is a master of gangsters and a nightclub expert. She likes to live a life of drunkenness and dreams. She can change several male partners in a month. Even if she suddenly disappears, few people will care if she dies on the street."

"The privacy of our room is very good, and there is no surveillance. If you want to eat here, I think it's quite appropriate-you can enjoy her essence while watching the night scene."

Marley Perot still didn't answer. He drank too much at the celebratory dinner last night and could barely remember what happened, including the fish and water with the cheerleader.

"Do you want me to help you remember?" Eye of the Storm kindly reminded: "You called Yukiko's name while you put your arms around this girl's waist and entered the room drunk."

"There is a powerful thinking inertia that binds you, like after you become famous, you have to take care of your messy wife—you still remember Yukiko, which is a good thing."

"After all she's your [mother], the one who changed you."

"I was quite excited at first, thinking that you would treat this cheerleader as Yukiko and turn her into a celebration snack."

"It's a pity"

Mary Perrault spoke—

"—Is Globa dead?"

Eye of the Storm hardly hesitated, and his attitude of telling lies was justified without blushing or beating heart.

"What are you thinking about? This kid is healthy, so I'm only counting on him to threaten you. How can you tear up such a useful meat ticket?"

Then Mary Perrault asked, "Really?"

Eye of the Storm: "Really, if you don't believe me, open your palm and look into my eyes. Look at my sincere eyes."

When Mary Perrault opened his palm and saw the big watery eye, he felt nothing but horror.

"In the dream, Groba told me that he wanted me to run away quickly, because Mom and Dad had already killed him!"

"My only younger brother has died at the hands of my parents."

"Why? I can't figure it out. Why? Why do I have this nightmare"

"I want to see Groba."

Eye of the Storm was a little embarrassed, and then made a condition——

"—Then this business has been discussed. If you can defeat the Fairy Tale Kingdom and [managely kill] a certain player in the live ammunition rule, preferably a gunsmith's student, I will agree to your request."

Marley Perrault: "Why? At first you wanted me to beat them."

Eye of the Storm: "You didn't even think about meeting little Groba at first."

Marley was speechless.

Eye of the Storm strikes while the iron is hot: "And killing people is not that difficult for you, is it? I am very satisfied with your performance in the face of Fiego Sebasti. Those four bullets are your killing intent— — they don't lie."

"I" Marley Perot's words flickered and his eyes wandered: "I feel very hungry. I feel. I feel that I am out of control, I"

"Sooner or later, you will eat human flesh." Eye of the Storm continued, "Otherwise, the holy blood in your body will get out of control, and you will suffer a complete defeat, and you will die without peace. You don't need a gunsmith to take your head away—the Vita brand can kill you." you."

With seemingly no turning back, Marley Perrault escaped from his father's clutches and from his family's clutches. But just like most people who leave the campus, there are countless cages and obstacles in the dangerous society. They may be companies, labor dispatch, or various rules and contracts—— Marley encountered the most terrifying human flesh business.

In the nightmare, the little Groba cried out to his brother with all his strength, and issued a warning to his brother.

But the little angel's broken body and tragic death scared Marley out of his wits.

People are always weak and will believe in the good side.

Pellerini's eye of the storm gave him a life that he could not have imagined before, and gave him abundant material and noble social status. His heart has long been shaken—only a bite of human flesh can be exchanged for these things.

The boundary between good and evil is gradually blurring, which is also the housekeeping skill of Pellellini, the immortal.

The thoughts that lure people into depravity don’t need to be profound, and the words they speak don’t need to be complicated——

——Just a simple collision between material and spirit time after time, and the comparison of quality of life can corrupt a person's soul.

At this moment, the gunsmith returned to Chenguang County.

In the hot summer, he wore a hat and a mask, like a criminal, and couldn't see people with his true face—if he was recognized by the local defense and the masses, he would inevitably frighten the enemy away.

At the breakfast shop near Xijiao Park, he ordered two baskets of steamed dumplings, and chatted with the boss acquaintedly.

"A college student from the capital came here a few days ago, old brother, I want to ask you a few things."

With that said, the gunsmith handed over a wad of change to the boss, along with two packs of cigarettes.

The boss's face also became kinder, and after picking up the cigarettes, he didn't charge any money.

"The officer is here to investigate the case? No money, no money! I will try my best to cooperate!"

The Department of Transportation has access to Marley Perot's ticket purchase records—

"—Four days ago, there were two college students from the capital, one was a Scottish guy with red hair, and the other was a Japanese girl. They came to the West Suburb Bus Terminal together. Boss, do you have any impression?"

The owner of the breakfast shop immediately began to ponder, trying to recall what happened a few days ago.

"Oh! There are two of them! Sir, they are going to Xijiao Park to watch the sunrise."

"Thank you."

Jiang Xueming took back the change, got up and left immediately.

When you come to the ticket office of the park and walk along the tree-lined road in the park, you can feel a strange spiritual pressure a few hundred meters away—a characteristic of spiritual disasters.

Xue Ming didn't hesitate, and immediately followed the clues.

Coming to the side of the corridor again, the swing in the distance was shaken by the hot monsoon, and I saw a familiar figure squatting beside the gravel road. That person was our old acquaintance.

Jason Megan clasped his hands together and pursed his lips, looking for traces of the murder scene.

Jiang Xueming: "Come so fast? Earlier than my wife?"

Jason raised his hand to signal: "The summoning bell of the master is the biggest thing. I'm relatively close to here, so I rushed over immediately."

Jiang Xueming squatted beside Jason: "Where's your waiter?"

"I came here alone." Jason explained: "They have to stay in the Kulpo Gold Mine, and people need to watch the scene."

Saying so, Jason stretched out his hand and pushed Jiang Xueming, the chef tilted his head and vomited out on the spot.

"vomit!----"

When the unweaned green-gold wolf cub regained his spirits, he chatted with Jiang Xueming one after another.

"Master, how did you find this place?"

Jiang Xueming: "Following Marley Perrault's route of action, I found it."

Jason: "I watched the game and knew something was wrong with this kid, didn't you go to his house?"

Jiang Xueming: "It's not easy to scare the snake. If his family is already under control, it will be difficult."

Jason asked in surprise: "Then how did you get the ticket record? People from the Transportation Department know that you are checking the ride, and if you think about it with your ass, you will feel that something big is going to happen! What about the confidentiality work?"

"I didn't check directly." Speaking of this, Xue Ming felt a little embarrassed.

Jason immediately took out his small notebook, ready to study: "Can you check directly?"

Jiang Xueming explained in detail the method of indirect ticket checking.

"You cover your face, go to the office building of the passenger terminal, and go in with a gun."

Jason Megan put away his notepad.

"Okay, I understand, needless to say."