Abyss Express

Fifteen hours later—

—— Bu Meteor woke up in a daze on the big warm bed in the crew lounge.

The flight attendant prepared a toothbrush and towel for him, as well as a basin of hot water, and asked him to wash up before going to the compartment to find his travel companion.

Ah Xing quickly thanked him, and also learned about his sudden drowsiness from the flight attendant.

There are many passengers who suddenly faint like Ah Xing after the mission is over, and the flight attendants will carry these passengers back to the lounge and keep their luggage——

——These passengers have overdrawn their mental strength in a high-pressure environment, and when they return to a safe environment, their brains will suddenly lose power.

At this time, Ah Xing was silently recording.

"The total duration of the two knights' contests should be about 28 minutes, and at most it will not exceed 35 minutes. During this time, my pyroxene is glowing. If it exceeds this time, I will fall asleep. Be careful next time." That's it - if you sleep in a dangerous environment, Brother Ming will go crazy with anxiety."

When Ah Xing returned to the car, he happened to see Jiang Xueming and Mr. Victor leaning against the car window silently, closing their eyes and resting their minds.

So he greeted enthusiastically: "Hey! Brother Ming! I'm back!"

Jiang Xueming nodded, didn't speak, just patted the seat lightly, asking Ah Xing to sit down.

As soon as Ah Xing sat down, he was about to ask Mr. Victor what his zodiac sign was, but seeing Mr. Victor's serious expression, he stopped talking and skipped the fun part.

When the three of them arrived, Xue Ming and Victor talked about the destination of the trip and continued the question and answer from the previous round.

Xueming took out his laptop and mobile phone, and asked Ah Xing to turn his mobile phone into recording mode.

When the two couple's mobile phones were just placed on the table, Mr. Victor's face suddenly changed, and he wanted to ask.

In order to explain this misunderstanding, Xue Ming immediately raised his hand, showing the heart of a straight steel man with his ring finger.

"I have a waiter, and she has a good relationship with me."

Victor asked casually, "Is this waiter your fiancee?"

Jiang Xueming shook his head: "It's not that good, it's a blind date arranged by the station, but everyone doesn't see it right."

"Brother Ming, the recording is on. You have to explain all the investigation records to Brother Seven later, and you have to hand them over to our waiter." Bu Liuxing yelled loudly.

Jiang Xueming scratched his head, his face full of doubts, wondering what he said was wrong?

"I don't mean anything else. This pair of rings, I have the right to regard them as a testimony of the friendship between the employer and the waiter. But the spirit must make a ring according to my ring finger, to be honest. Oh... you."

Bu Liuxing pursed his mouth and kept making the gesture of ringing the bell, as if he was afraid that Brother Ming would not understand——trying hard to make dumb words.

"I see, Seventh Brother is greedy for your body! She has a visual love brain, if you hurt her heart in the recording, make it clear that you will not take the initiative to set up a few tables with her in front of the folks. , Maybe next time you ring the bell to ask Seventh Brother to save her life, if she is unhappy, love will turn into hatred, and you will be forced to set a few tables in front of your folks."

"I~~~~~ I don't have any plans to get married right now." Jiang Xueming turned the topic around again with a hairpin turn, "Let's not talk about this, teacher, let's talk about the dead couple mechanism last time?"

Victor put his hands on the table, playing with the pen, and looked at the deep darkness outside the window. This place is different from the light zone behind the twilight pass, and there is no such weird sun.

"Talk."

Jiang Xueming opened the diary in response, took out a pencil, and started working.

"What was the Death Puppet Agency before? Did the teacher know about it?"

"Belongs to β level secrets, except for some VIPs related to it, senior engineers or researchers at the station, and some armed personnel in the command post can know that other people cannot touch this core secret."

"Can you tell me a little scrap? Why can't I know?"

"Because you are still too weak and have too many and complicated ideas. If it is leftovers, as I said before, I asked the BOSS if there is a block in the underground world that is similar to the junction of life and death. Are there any half-dead things? It is convenient for me to write the next book. It introduced this place to me—but everything related to life itself is full of temptation. If you know too much, you will not be able to grasp it.”

"Mr. Victor, what you just said was [recommendation], not a direct recommendation, right? It means this place doesn't completely belong to the BOSS yet? Want someone to recommend it?"

"You are really as perceptive as a candle, Jiang Xueming."

"Please also answer these questions clearly."

"Yes, I need a letter of introduction from the BOSS before I can enter the deepest part of the Death Puppet Agency. The guards there are heavily guarded. There are more than four military camps in the inner city that I saw, all of which are information-based troops. This letter can let me Enter the core area to investigate the special creatures between life and death."

Victor was silent for a while, as if he was choosing his words carefully, for fear of violating BOSS's β-level confidentiality agreement.

"I can't describe the appearance of this creature, nor can I tell you what it is, but it has many, many subordinates, and these subordinates will have an impact on us humans. In short, before your body and spirit [ Before breaking out of the cocoon and becoming a butterfly]. It is best not to try to explore deeper unknown lands."

Jiang Xueming nodded, and continued to ask.

"How many times are you here?"

"I can't say, I can only tell you that it's not my first time here."

"Will you bring any necessary combat equipment and props?"

"The light source is very important, and the ability to fight in the dark is also very important. Sometimes you can't believe your eyes, and you have to rely on your nose and ears to distinguish spiritual disasters."

"That is to say, apart from a WALKMAN, Mrs. Bai's coffee, sticks and pyroxene, you don't bring other things?"

"Yes, armed employees will give me weapons, and I can shoot, but if I want to deal with monsters, ammunition for light weapons may not be useful, even .50 AE bullets for hunting large animals, It is also difficult to cause effective damage. Heavy weapons like main battle tanks or self-propelled artillery cannot be deployed in complex and extreme terrain environments. When the muzzle is ready, these cunning beasts have already gone deeper into the underground world I'm dead—I can fight them only with clubs and pyroxenes, and my will."

"Why don't you wear the spirit clothes?"

"Sixteen years ago, the station did not issue spirit clothing. At that time, many passengers died in investigation missions, repeatedly entered and exited the same plot, and many stimulations from ancient objects or spiritual objects made them go crazy— ——The morbidity and mortality rate of newcomers is very high, so there is this procurement plan, to make a swaddle for ordinary passengers, but for us VIPs, the spirit clothes are just a kind of bondage, which adult have you seen, How about wearing children's crotch pants every day on the street?"

"Victor, I suspect you are mocking me."

"Jiang Xueming, I didn't mean that, it was just a metaphor. I really like your flamboyant clothes, which are full of vitality."

Jiang Xueming peered into teacher Victor's eyes, the burning eyes did not seem to be lying.

The instruction manual for the spirit clothing states that although it can protect the passengers from the trauma of the inspired stress response, it will also weaken the passengers' inspiration.

Perhaps for VIPs, keen inspiration is more important than anything else in a high-pressure and high-risk unfamiliar environment. After all, in that environment, any sudden disaster is fatal, and inspiration must not be numb.

There is another thing, Mr. Victor just said that this spirit clothing procurement project started sixteen years ago, but this writer looks very young - there are no wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, and occasionally he can't see forehead lines when he is raised. White hair and no dark circles under the eyes, no more than twenty-five years old at most.

Could it be that this writer started writing books to earn money at the age of twelve or thirteen, and then went to the underground world to take risks?

impossible

No matter how brave a boy in the second year of middle school is, he is not so brave, right?

Although Jiang Xueming was very, very curious, he still suppressed this curiosity. After all, it is very offensive and disrespectful to ask about other people's private affairs in the underground world - because hunters usually do the same.

"Teacher, we are going to get off the bus soon. Let me sum it up and see if you missed anything." Jiang Xueming stood up his notebook and turned to Victor, "We are going to a dark place that used to be the station A key facility later experienced an accident and became a downgraded and abbreviated unknown block."

Victor nodded, "Yes."

Jiang Xueming continued to ask: "According to the teacher's description, it should be a city, why this city was built here, what is its main function, these things, you can't tell us directly because of the confidentiality agreement-but the district you are in Block, and the block we want to investigate, the relative distance is not far, right?"

Victor nodded: "Yes, maybe you encounter difficulties, and I can help - of course, the premise is that I don't encounter difficulties."

Jiang Xueming continued: "It is a place where life and death meet, and there is only so much information we know so far."

"The rest of the investigation, I need your security officer to tell you." Victor heaved a sigh of relief, freed from Jiang Xueming's pressure to interrogate the prisoner. To be honest, he felt like he was facing a reader who urged him to keep it secret. Under the pressure of the agreement, neither spoilers nor let the readers down, "After all, I don't know which area, street or building you are going to—— Regarding the confidentiality work, the station has done a good job in this regard."

"I think it should be to prevent armadillo hunters from randomly committing crimes among different batches of passengers getting off at the same station. This point-to-point, one-to-one management method is very safe, but it consumes a lot of manpower. Thank you for your teaching. , I have no other questions, teacher." Just as Jiang Xueming was about to put away his notebook, the strong curiosity emerged in his heart again.

He really couldn't imagine that the twelve-year-old little Victor had the time to go deep underground to experience such a thrilling life while creating stories.

If Victor's creative method is as always pursuing [real] experience from beginning to end, writing what he sees and hears into the work-this is an impossible task for the twelve-year-old little Victor.

So Jiang Xueming asked again.

"Mr. Victor, I have a very, very immature idea that may offend you"

Victor squinted, with anger on his face: "Don't call me [you]."

Jiang Xueming immediately changed his words: "I have a question that may offend you, and I want to ask you for advice."

Victor didn't take it seriously: "You can try to offend me."

"How old are you this year?" Jiang Xueming regretted as soon as he asked - mentioning age, Victor immediately had a very complicated expression on his face.

How complicated is it?

On that young face, the corners of the mouth twitched unnaturally, and the emerald-like eyes immediately became dim, and they were no longer as radiant as before.

It can't be said to be angry, but it seems to lament the loss and frustration of the ruthless years.

Jiang Xueming quickly comforted him, "It's okay if you don't want to answer."

"Did you just hear me say so many things?" Victor waved his hand, unwilling to meet Jiang Xueming's eyes. He just looked at the boundless darkness outside the window, and his eyes gradually became brighter, reflecting the coldness of the carriage. Headlight: "I'm talking about the purchase of spirit clothes sixteen years ago—are you guessing my real age?"

"Yes." Jiang Xueming didn't intend to lie, but just told the truth: "Teacher, you look very young."

"Because I'm an immortal alien." Victor shifted his gaze back and stared at the two little guys in front of him, "I'm a [Desperado · Desperado], just like the literal meaning of the word - I should have died a long time ago ,a long long time ago."

Ah Xing took a deep breath: "Teacher, what do you mean, you ate Tang Monk meat? Immortal?"

"You can understand it this way." Victor shrugged meaninglessly, and simply leaned back in the chair, telling the little secret in his heart was a sign of relief.

"Then how old are you this year, teacher?" Jiang Xueming had more and more questions in his mind, "I can take a look at your passenger ID."

"No!" Victor suddenly gave Jiang Xueming a fierce look, and in an instant he turned into a non-salty attitude, explaining in a normal way: "To be honest, I'm a little angry, and I don't want to say anything more—let's talk about it lightly." !Kids, take it easy, would you like to hear my story?"

"Wow!" Ah Xing hurriedly bowed to the table, looking like a curious baby.

Jiang Xueming put away everything and wanted to listen attentively.

The story begins.

"In 1810, an aristocratic family from the old days made a lot of money. In the fourth year after the fall of the Holy Roman Empire, they went to a small place and bought a piece of land to make a living—Austria was not called Austria at that time. The couple gave birth to a fat boy."

"That kid is called David Victor."

"He learned horseback riding, archery and hunting, and finally fell in love with writing books. At the age of 24, he went to prison just like Meteor, and the reason for going to prison was exactly the same. To experience life."

"He wanted to write a more realistic story, and made an agreement with the warden of the prison to personally experience the suffering life in the prison and share the joys and sorrows with other inmates."

"But the warden secretly cheated, convicting David's false crime as a real crime, and beheading him six months later. This warden wants to use this method to knock out a family from David's family. a ransom."

"Boy David is very angry, not because the warden extorts money from his family, but because other criminals simply don't have this kind of opportunity to redeem their lives with money - if Boy David uses this privilege, he will not be able to experience Real prison life."

"The fact is the same. During his prison term as a hostage, he received various privileges from the jailer. His clothes, food and drink are special offerings. All the guards in the entire prison are afraid that this meat ticket will be wronged in the cell."

"During his sentence, he was tortured. The poor and vicious criminals ganged up to avoid the jailer's interception and wantonly beat this master in private."

"The more the warden treasures this meat ticket, the more the criminals want to tear him to pieces."

"Fortunately, he survived. Not only did he survive, but he was able to fight—"

"David will distribute meals to his fellow prisoners, even if these criminals beat him, he hopes to eat the same food as his fellow prisoners, and it will be included in the book."

"David will distribute the clothes to the inmates, even if these criminals beat him, he hopes to wear the same clothes as the inmates, and it will be included in the book."

"David is willing to be whipped with the bad guy who escaped from prison, because it can be written in the book."

"There are also inmates who can't read, and David will write books for them and send letters back to the hometowns of these prisoners."

"Even Kid David doesn't know it. Unknowingly, he has become an idol star in the eyes of criminals, and he has become a leader."

"Maybe it's empathy and sympathy, and the appeal of the strong homesickness in the family letter, but David kid doesn't want to be an idol at all. He wants to have a fair heart-to-heart talk with his friends, not always hear [you] who are trembling and timid.”

"David Victor became the great writer Victor in the mouth of his friends."

"Everyone doesn't even know what kind of crime such a person has committed to end up in prison and beheaded."

"They didn't want David to die, so they cut off the head of the warden first, and asked the elder brother with the best performance in the prison to find someone to cut off the head of the old judge who passed the verdict."

"This time David and his friends are adding to the crime—seeing that the sentence is approaching, Master Victor built a magnificent theater in Vienna in order to keep his son alive."

"To celebrate this event, David Kid and all the criminals in the area have been given a chance to bail."

"Victor's family owed huge debts, from billionaires to multi-millionaires, David boy had to leave his hometown, flee to the United States, work for the Pacific Railway Company, write books and work, and pay off his parents' debts, just like It’s you, Jiang Xueming, you once had to pay off your parents’ debts—during this trip, David met a Chinese and an Englishman. That’s another story, and it’s probably a long, long story. long time."

The story is over.

The train is slowing down—

—The city is getting closer.

In the darkness, the basic electrification facilities of satellite towns and railway signal lights can be vaguely seen.

They have been abandoned for a long time, and no one lives here.

The city's high walls, dam mouths and towers are everywhere, and the underground river and internal circulation waterway system are very advanced. It looks like a fortress built for survival in the doomsday after a thermonuclear war.

Far, far away, there is a huge cliff reflected by the lights of the city.

The station was getting closer and closer, and the red flag in the pilot's hand could already be seen, and the station administrator's whistle could be heard.

The two little guys, Jiang Xueming and Bu Liuxing, stayed in Mr. Victor's story.

They didn't know whether what the VIP said was true or not. Maybe this story is originally a beautiful fairy tale made up by the writer.

It's just that there are still a few questions, and there is still a bit of reluctance.

Jiang Xueming is a man of life, he must grasp the key points.

"Mr. Victor, according to you, you should be two hundred years old. How did you live so long?"

Victor cheated and cheated, and said in a sentence: "You only ask my age, why I can live so long, that is another story, I tell the story to collect money, everyone's life, their own story, often was the hardest to write—and there was not enough time."

Jiang Xueming still wants to ask: "Then what do you know about the boss? It says it's called Ao Hen. Me."

David Victor didn't speak, but just looked at Xueming, with infinite tenderness in his eyes, as if to say: "Please, curious baby, I have to go to work."

The teacher took out a pen, wrote down the phone number in Jiang Xueming's notebook, and stopped talking. He made six with one hand and shook it gently by his ear—meaning, keep in touch when he is free.

With the sweet voice of the announcer came.

The three of them got out of the car with their luggage, and walked all the way from the platform to a further place, no one said a word.

In the crowded security post, cut by six relentless gate diversion roads.

far away—

—— Bu Liuxing pursed his lips, tears welling up in his eyes, remembering that he hadn't thanked the teacher properly, so he hissed.

"Master! Master!—thank you! thank you! thank you! thank you!"

Ah Xing didn't know what to say, just looking for fun in his mind, looking for some fillers, taking pictures of the encounters on this trip with his mobile phone, trying to turn the moment into eternity.

Victor turned around, was still so flexible, smiled at the camera, and also shouted loudly: "The last confrontation may take a long time! It will last a lifetime-two little guys! I hope we can always meet by chance in the car Whoever doesn't come! Whoever loses!"

"Okay! I won't admit defeat!" Ah Xing shouted: "Teacher! Don't worry! If I have a child! I will definitely not let him write a book! If he dares to write! I will break his leg! Money can’t be made like that!”

"Hahahahahaha!" Victor laughed loudly: "Hahahahaha! Hahahaha! Hahahahaha!"

Ah Xing kept wiping away his tears, and couldn't wipe his eyes clean with one hand while carrying the bag, Xue Ming helped him wipe the other eye.

"Teacher! What constellation are you?!"

Victor didn't answer, and didn't say goodbye.

He disappeared in a flash.

Jiang Xueming thought about it carefully, silently writing in the diary in his hand.

"Mr. Victor gave us many, many precious gifts."

"When I first met him, he didn't seem like a very easy guy to deal with."

"But after getting along for a long time, it will be amazing. It seems that in just twenty hours, we have formed an inseparable friendship."

"If what he said is true, he was also one of the three musketeers two hundred years ago. He wandered around the western United States with two partners and went to the desert Red Rock Gobi to repair the railway. Maybe he didn't want to mention it The matter, the secret of longevity that he doesn't want to talk about, is related to the two friends he said. The end of the story is like this diversion gate—"

"—David Victor and his two companions bid farewell to life and death."

The two stopped in front of the gate.

Bu Liuxing: "Actually, there was an incident just now. From the story the teacher told, I was very confused."

Jiang Xueming: "Me too, I guess we are thinking the same thing."

Bu Meteor: "We obviously didn't give the log to Mr. David"

Jiang Xueming: "Why does he know that you want to go to jail, Ah Xing?"

Bu Liuxing: "Why does the teacher know that brother Xueming has to pay back the debts of his parents."

Both of them shuddered when they thought about it.

——So I stopped thinking about it.