Abyss Express

The battle in Lieyang Castle has come to an end, and Ao Ren Mingde and the soldiers of many battle groups will return to their respective posts.

What will happen tomorrow in District 54? Xueming doesn't know or understand.

As he said himself, he is only good at breaking things into pieces and turning the living into dead. Meteor once told him that Mr. Luo Ping'an from the Gate of Wonders was once a murderous executioner. That was because the devils raised in the bad land of Shambhala were more terrifying.

Can the world really become a better place if we kill the bad ones and keep the good ones?

During the duel, George Joshua did not hesitate to delay the fight and waste his words. Is the truth he repeated repeatedly, really the truth? Seven or eight years ago, Xueming would not have cared about these social and cultural topics, because at that time he was only in his early twenties. He just wanted to live well, and even if he died, he would die well.

In the blink of an eye, his child has grown so big.

If one day, the children ask about this matter, how will he answer?

——Live with hope, and say goodbye to the dark, unclear, chaotic and evil old era.

This is the answer Xueming figured out.

In the river bend area of ​​Westbrook, Teacher Victor and Ms. Bloodhound held a wedding, right on the enemy's territory. It was a double happiness after a great victory, and the wedding banquet lasted for a whole week.

The city has gained a new sun. It no longer depends on the tariffs of the Culpo gold mine, and it does not have to become a haven for criminals. It can have agriculture, handicrafts, photovoltaic power stations, everything should be done. There should be some.

The Vita brand cannot survive in the sun, the dirty plaque on the street corners will disappear, and the moldy and smelly moisture trapped in people's hearts will be evaporated completely by the sun.

After attending Teacher Victor's wedding under the female name Glory, Xueming's heart became clearer.

Marriage is the inner demon that the teacher repeatedly rejected and did not want to face——

——Having learned from the experience of being a man of letters, Victor is well aware of the horror and loveliness of emotion, which can turn a warrior with a distinctive personality into a coward as timid as a mouse.

During the week-long wedding banquet, Mr. Wen Bucai kept drinking, sometimes laughing maniacally, sometimes crying sadly. When he was drunk, he would grab someone and hug him, and then lie down on the oak board of the Bay Area pier. He spat out his belly full of filth into the river water.

This immortal man had many wives and children, forming various families in different time and space and at different historical stages.

He gained again and again, lost again and again, and forgot again and again, and remembered it again in this kind of wedding ceremony.

As the host of Ms. Bloodhound's wedding, Xiaoqi was very busy these days. Only Jack Martin stayed with Mr. Wen Bucai until the last day of the wedding banquet. Glory was curious and came to Wen Bucai's side. .

Wen Bucai was still sitting by the dock, drinking and vomiting. His jaw is sharp and angular, and his strong chin and neck look very secure, like a male protagonist from a comic book.

His skin was tanned, his cheeks were slightly red, and his eyes were looking straight into the distance.

Glory sat next to Mr. Wen Bucai and casually asked about the past.

"Teacher Victor is getting married. It's not a good thing to cry at someone else's wedding. Mr. Wen Bucai, what's on your mind? Maybe it will feel better to talk about it."

However, the black stone people have always been amazingly attractive. They rarely reveal their true feelings. If they are asked to listen to other people's stories, they will be extremely happy. They are reluctant to talk about their own pain points.

At this time, Jack Martin appeared from the void air and wanted to say something.

"Go away! It has nothing to do with you!" Wen Bucai immediately shouted, "Leave me alone, please, leave me alone for a while."

No matter how powerful a warrior is, there always seems to be a weakness inside.

Jack exited at the right time, but Glory refused to listen. So Wen Bucai picked up the wine pot and muttered to himself.

"Victor's wedding reminds me of something, kid——"

He knew Glory's true identity, so he called Xueming "child".

"——I know this is not good, I know, but I can't control myself, I can't control myself."

A group of gray-green ducks washed down from the upper reaches of the river, and followed the small fish and shrimps in the shallows back to Westbrook. This place used to be Xixi/Xihe County (WestBrook), and there were also many nail households in the urban villages who were unwilling to move. After all, we are still farming in the cracks between tall buildings and mansions, surviving in dark corners.

Glory asked calmly: "Is it related to a woman?"

"No." Wen Bucai wiped his nose and continued drinking, "It's about what happened a while ago."

Glory took out the kettle from her carrying bag and asked Mr. Wen Bucai for a drink.

Wen Bucai poured a glass for the War King and then said——

"——You remember that I have been hanging around Mimir Hot Spring Market for the past twenty years, right?"

Glory: "Yeah."

Wen Bucai: "In the first few years, I worked hard in the industrial park. I made many friends and got into a lot of trouble. If there were no gangs in a city, it would be full of monsters and ghosts. I sided with the Archon from the East because he treated his brothers Hello everyone, he is a highly respected man and is the elder of the Masons."

"Zhao Donglai successfully entered the capital to work, and our relationship faded away. He would go to the office to yell at people, and I would work as a vigilante in various places. When I met you, it was still eight years ago."

"After the Skull and Bones Society was eliminated, Uncle Donglai was very angry because Baiweifang was his political enemy, and these guys colluded with the Skull and Bones Society in the business of making ingredients for disaster beasts. So I helped him and used this excuse to eliminate his dissidents. "

"I watched him grow older bit by bit, from thirty to forty-six."

"After wiping out the Skull and Bones Society with you, Uncle Donglai finally knows that I am not a simple person and wants to marry his daughter to me."

At this point, Wen Bucai's tears couldn't stop falling -

"——I watched his daughter grow up little by little, from six to nineteen years old. How could I agree to this? But this feeling is also true. This girl and I are in love, and it has never been like this. Victor is so coy.”

"We didn't get engaged until three years later. At that time, you were probably still on the expedition and didn't know these things."

"Before the wedding, I went to the rare man's palace to find an old magician to make a wish. I asked him to tell my fortune and tell me whether this marriage will bear good results."

"I can vaguely feel and recall my past. I have many wives and many children. Now they have all left me. We are far apart and have no contact with each other for the rest of our lives. I am also afraid."

At this point, Wen Bucai's tears dried up and he stopped crying.

"The old magician said that if I commit the fate of the evil star, everyone around me will be killed by me, and none of my close friends will die well."

"I was so angry that I couldn't speak, so I smashed his stall. I don't know if it was retribution—"

"——On the wedding day, my fiancée was hit and killed."

When he talked about this incident, Wen Bucai's mood calmed down inexplicably. It seemed that he had recalled it too many times. This memory was too profound and he could not forget it. Over time, he began to become numb.

"It's the internal fighting between Baiweifang and the Stone Union. It's the group of people I killed three years ago. Their children have grown up and want to take revenge on me and the other faction of the Hongmen Union. They Arrange two convoys to pretend to pick up the bride, send my fiancée to the railway, then lock the door and wait for the train to arrive——"

"——She just turned into a piece of meat pie."

Glory grabbed Mr. Wen Bucai's arm and could feel the rapidly beating heart in this ultimate life's body.

Wen Bucai explained nervously: "I don't know how many enemies I have, I don't know. Is it my fault that I don't know? I shouldn't help anyone, I shouldn't fall in love with someone, I shouldn't do this, I shouldn't have done it - I shouldn't have killed someone, I can't remember, I can't remember."

For Mr. Wen Bucai, there was more than one similar experience.

"And the last time! The last time! When I was [Joe]!"

Fifty-six years ago, the VIP of the Blackstone Senate was still working for Aohen Mingde and was no longer stationed at the Mimir Hot Spring Market.

"I have a few good friends. We hunt together, drink together, explore unknown areas and have adventures together!"

Wen Bucai then said——

"——They are getting older, weaker, and feeble little by little. From young people in their twenties to old men and women in their fifties and sixties."

"After they retreated to the second line, in order to commemorate the pioneering years of their youth, we would take a long trip every six months. I know that they are unwilling to accept old age. It seems that being with me, a guy who will not grow old, can last forever. Stay young.”

"In the end, except for me, these guys all died on the way, one after another, on anniversaries, during the journey, in the vicious spiritual pressure environment, from lack of physical strength, and from Among the complications of various geriatric diseases.”

Wen Bucai grabbed Glory's hand and held his own arm tightly. Finally, take Glory's hand away.

"Last time, last time, in these memories of more than 150 years, I was always crying. The further I went, the more miserably I cried. The further I went, the more things I lost. many."

This unknown person had a similar experience to George Joshua, but the two were on completely different battlefields.

The battlefield where Wen Bucai is located has to face the United Nations troops and fight another civil war between North and South Korea.

If Joshua's burning, killing, and looting during the war created a devil's face. The modern history of China in Wen Bucai's life is a painful process in which he continued to lose relatives and friends, his beliefs were constantly destroyed and rebuilt, and he became lonely again and again.

These vague memories turned into irregular episodes of depression. Like Robert Downing, Blackstone people all have inner demons that are difficult to overcome. They will have irregular EMO, which is a pathological characteristic of the brain structure that requires professional doctor to treat.

While his wife was away, Glory and Mr. Wen Bucai said, "This is not an option. Come with me? I will take you somewhere."

Wen Bucai nodded and followed the King of War silently. Wearing Morpho clothes, the two left the center of Westbrook and headed to the old city in the southwest.

Back at the entrance of Laoyandou Alley, the Oolong Walled City was decorated with lights and colorful decorations to celebrate the demise of the White Shark Society. A lot of fireworks and firecracker residues rolled down the steep and steep downhill road. The firecrackers were set off for seven days and seven nights without stopping. .

Glory didn't say anything, and pulled Mr. Wen Bucai to the door of a small workshop.

She had a conversation with her boss. In the past few days, she had been looking for information through this small store that made car filters, and it had helped her a lot.

She pulled out a small bench, asked Wen Bucai to sit down, and went to the butcher shop next door to pick up two hanging pork and a rib, as gifts to kill the old and welcome the new, and gave them to the boss.

Back at the small shop where car filter elements are processed, Wen Bucai still didn't understand Glory's intention.

There are four little children in the shop, all sons and daughters of the boss. They are wearing school uniforms and have to work as part-time workers to support their families. A production line lies across the mud floor of the shop. There are wire mesh and filter paper everywhere.

Seeing the distinguished guests wearing Morpho clothes arriving, the boss walked out of the back room with a smile and held two large fruit plates.

Glory switched to Urdu and shouted: "No trouble!"

The boss is a Frenchman, and Urdu is their native language. Occasionally, when meeting foreign guests, the boss will also communicate in English.

Passers-by passed by the door from time to time. When they saw Wen Bucai and Glory's clothes, they all looked curiously——

——No matter adults or children, they have never seen the real Morpho Clothes. They have only seen it on TV and heard about its appearance on the radio. I wasn’t sure for a while.

Is that the real Jane Doe? They don't know, but compared with the toys in the street store, they seem to be somewhat similar.

Glory picked up the iron sheet and asked Wen Bucai to help. She sat in front of the stamping machine and talked about her ideals with Mr. Wen Bucai.

"This family has helped me a lot. I usually help them make filters here and get information from my uncles who come and go."

"Most of this street is Chinese, because the old landlord of Wulong Walled City is Chinese, and everyone speaks Chinese, so there is a sense of helping each other."

"I chose this place as a post station because I was afraid that the Chinese around Wulong City would betray me and it would be difficult to deal with spies from the White Shark Society. Urdu is a minor language here and I can always get a few words of truth. "

"Mr. Wen Bucai, come and try."

Glory gave up her work station and asked Wen Bucai to stamp the air filter cover.

Two simple concentric circles are easy to make. Just press one circle on the outer edge and one circle on the inner edge.

Immediately afterwards, Glory sent Wen Bucai to the filter. The sharp wire mesh could almost cut open the skin. Wen Bucai looked at all this in surprise. He also saw several children holding pliers in their hands, working on Work carefully.

"Put this net next to the gate. There are markings on the floor. Just cut it all the way through."

Wen Bucai did as he was told, cutting forward a little bit, stopping when he reached another limit mark, and cutting out a suitable rectangular mesh.

Glory then said, "Roll it up."

Wen Bucai still followed the instructions and rolled up the sharp iron net.

Glory continued: "Put it into the cover you just made."

No more, no less, it just became the outer filter of the big truck air filter. Then Glory asked Wen Bucai to make the inner iron mesh, which can support the overall structure of the filter and stuff the filter paper inside. Squeeze the other side cap in.

"This is caster's glue, it can only be done in one go." Glory reminded in a serious tone: "Mr. Wen Bucai, you know how to make steel and make tools, but you have to be very careful in this manual process of making filter elements."

"This kind of caster's glue is very cheap. It is an acrylic curing glue. Once it solidifies, it cannot be erased. Just like in life, there is no turning back."

"I'm not going to say anything big, but I want you to be careful. After they are glued together, they can be sold for money."

Under Glory's guidance, Wen Bucai finished the cylindrical air filter elements and sent them to the shelves on the side of the lobby to gather them together.

Glory continued: "The oldest of the boss's children is only thirteen years old. They have some strength, so they go out with the neighbors to deliver goods. A pack of twelve filter elements can be sold for sixteen yuan."

"The remaining little babies are giving birth together with their parents. They come back after school every day and work overtime. They can make more than two hundred in a day."

"I have been squatting at this small workstation for the past few days, cutting iron sheets, cutting filters, stuffing filter paper, and chatting with the neighbors."

"I think in any developed country, the local government would have to give it a slap in the face - but this is Sun Castle, what should we say about employing child labor? - You can't put it like this. You can't even blame the parents for sending them to jail."

"They did not steal or rob. They want to live and live bravely."

Glory patted Mr. Wen Bucai's vest——

"——What we do must be meaningful and of great significance, Mr. Wen Bucai. When they grow up, they will not have to fight with the wolves, insects, tigers and leopards in the city, be thieves, or sell themselves into slaves. There will be no future. A crazy butterfly sect."

"Children should have a new life, not like us running around and fighting for our lives all the time."

Homo sapiens loves labor. Wen Bucai squatted in front of the work station and continued to work. He and several children assembled the filter element together. After lunch, he stopped drinking wine and saw rolls of iron mesh spread out. into a suitable size filter.

Cylindrical filter cartridges stood up one by one and gradually piled up into a tall tower. In the afternoon, he carried two large bags to the street to exchange money. After eight hours, his whole person seemed to be completely new.

Several children in the shop cheered and went to get maltose from Wen Bucai's arms. When Glory took the VIP back to the dock, she happened to meet Jack Martin.

Jack saw the cheerful Mr. Wen Bucai, whose expression looked like he had seen a ghost, and asked in a cautious voice.

"What evil spell did you cast on this guy?"

Glory answered honestly.

"I took him to do illegal work."