Abyss Express

The old galvanized water pipes were replaced with stainless steel and PP polypropylene.

All valves and pumps were refurbished inside and out, and the sealing rubber rings and motor wires were all replaced.

A large pile of yellowed sandblasted frosted glass was removed and replaced with new rolled glass with wire clips, which can last for a long time.

The side of the building facing the ultraviolet headlights has been newly painted. On the backlit side, you can see many, many comic strips, which are gifts for the children of Yingying Kindergarten.

The goods in the warehouse are divided into categories, and consumables that can be used for at least four years are prepared for the residents of each room—however, there is no way to ensure a long-term supply of things like vegetarian dishes in the kitchen, and these problems can only be handled by Chief Jessica .

"I'll leave this list to you, Aunt Li Xiangyun." Jiang Xueming handed over a new oil-paper account book and handed it to Aunt Cleaning. "The manager of the warehouse, is he still in this building?"

"That's my husband." The cleaning aunt took the account book and said with a smile, "I left a long time ago."

"Oh, I'm sorry." Jiang Xueming pursed his lips, feeling embarrassed: "I shouldn't mention this matter."

"I should have died during the earthquake. I was crushed to death by a shelf before I could run. The situation was chaotic. When the rescue team came in, many corpses could not find their badges. They said it was a spiritual disaster. It was buried in the ground." Aunt Li Xiangyun didn't care at all, she turned her head and looked at the rows of shelves and the big and crowded warehouse. The black oil in the eyes fluctuated, and the pupils turned black after a while, and then turned back to brown, and the mood was very unstable.

Jiang Xueming handed over Ah Xing's big tape recorder without any hassle: "Auntie, I want to give this to you."

"What kind of foreign thing is this?" Li Xiangyun didn't understand, but she could guess its purpose from the two loudspeakers and the tape cassette: "Is it for listening to songs?"

"Yes." Jiang Xueming stomped into his backpack again, and took out two cassettes.

It is a tape of the chorus of the China Song and Dance Theater, including "On the Taihang Mountains" and "My Motherland".

Ah Xing came out from behind Brother Ming: "Yes, yes! I also asked 9527 to find someone to record Teacher Li Guyi's "Liuyang River", and "My Motherland" also has the version of Teacher Guo Lanying, Auntie, how about you? What do you want to hear?"

"I don't know how to do this foreign trick." Aunt Li Xiangyun brushed her hair, her eyes were dry, and she rubbed her hands uneasily, as if she wanted to grab the handle of the tape recorder, but she was afraid of using it up.

Jiang Xueming: "A Xing, teach Aunt Li how to use it."

After a few minutes, Aunt Li Xiangyun finally figured out how to insert the tape, degauss re-record and pause, and the usage of several function keys for fast forward and rewind.

When she pressed the play button, the INTRO prelude of the strings came in, and she immediately followed the rhythm.

Aunt Li shook her hand, and her body shook slightly.

She grabbed Jiang Xueming's shoulder and hummed.

"A big river~the waves are wide~"

"The wind blows the rice flowers~fragrant both sides~"

The handyman, who was busy in the warehouse, sang along to Aunt Li while arranging rags and disinfectant.

"I'm used to listening to the boatman's chant and seeing the white sails on the boat."

Ah Xing took out a new tape from his luggage and put it in a big cardboard box. There were many, many songs from different eras. Xue Ming also stuffed a tape in. It was Jiang Bailu's treasure. Before the two brothers and sisters were born, "Jay" released in 2000 - although I don't know if Aunt Li will like it, Bai Lu and Xue Ming both like it.

They no longer bothered the people in the warehouse, but just waited quietly, standing at the gate and looking into the distance.

Next to the oval track on the big stadium, different races set up different stages according to their hometowns.

Two tennis referees, Polechev and Goncharov, set up a projection cloth, and watched "May 9, 1990 Victory Day Military Parade" together with six engineers in the group and 33 team members.

After playing "Long Live, Our Mighty Motherland", "Holy War" and "Farewell to a Slavic Woman" followed, as if returning to the Kremlin, playing drums and trumpets with the military band phalanx.

Next door were good Hispanic neighbors, singing and dancing on stage, and a mason named Christianiano was hugging his friends.

Because he took out a family heirloom, which was a Maradona jersey-on that stage, in 1990, the last game in which Maradona single-handedly destroyed Juventus was being played.

Friends from Europe gathered around a circular dining table and sang loudly.

Italian chef Enrique can handle meat and play the trombone.

The red desk worker in the kitchen is carrying the bass, and has just handed the electric guitar into the hands of Eric, the foreman.

The deputy construction worker sat at the piano and played Queen's "Bohemian Rhapsody."

In 1990, Queen lead singer Freddie Mercury held his last birthday party and died of AIDS in November 1991.

The rednecks in North America didn't set up a platform, they wandered around, and occasionally tried to sneak into other houses to get some French fries, but there was a black uncle who used the Stars and Stripes as a cape, wore sunglasses and held an electric guitar, and asked his assistant to do it. Accompanied by saxophone, surrounded by a crowd of listeners, they sang spiritual songs and sang B.B. King's jazz.

Brothers and sisters in the East Asian cultural circle were setting up the main stage. They asked Seventh Brother to get a piece of Teresa Teng's Golden Record Award titled "The Condition of Tears".

But Seventh Brother still didn't dare to sign up - she wanted to go up and sing a song, she wanted to sing "I Only Care About You" and sing it to her employer.

Later, she discovered that the mixer had a VCD of the 1991 Red and White Song Concert. Teresa Teng sang "I Only Care about You" for this Red and White Song Concert—and died of illness in 1995.

She thought, these good brothers from Guangdong have all heard the original singing, and there is no need for her to go up and throw away this adult who travels through time and space.

"My Motherland" is about to run out - after the line "Good wine when friends come".

Aunt Li Xiangyun was stunned for a while——

——Because she saw a clever old man coming out from under the linen blanket in the warehouse, opening the partition door of the basement, holding a bare wooden pole in his hand, like a Type 5 or 6 submachine gun rotten to nothing but the handle. The uncle's eyes were shining brightly, and he shouted full of anger.

"If the jackal comes! There are shotguns to meet it!"

That uncle is Li Xiangyun's husband, and also the manager of this warehouse.

Aunt Li Xiangyun figured it out——

——My husband fought many battles when he was young, how could he be knocked down by an earthquake?

It's just that no one tidied up the warehouse, no one removed the heavy iron frame, no one found that such an old clever ghost was still hiding in the basement.

"I thought you were dead."

"A long time ago."

the other side--

——Officer Jessica stood on the stage with her hips akimbo.

She changed into a red and white singing suit, and she was very energetic and very happy-this was her first performance on stage, and it will definitely not be the last.

Seeing the layout of the stage, I always feel that something is missing——

"—Settings! OK!"

"—Band! OK!"

"—Stage manager! OK!"

"Lighting! Very bad!"

The ultraviolet headlights shone on the stadium, and there was a feeling of listlessness, and a lively atmosphere was needed!

After all, what she is going to sing next, the stories she wants to tell, and the enthusiasm she wants to express need more enthusiastic and cheerful light.

She ran down the stage and ran into Ah Xing and Xue Ming who were putting on makeup.

Ah Xing put a fake beard on his face, wore sunglasses and a feather hat, dressed in Elvis Presley's clothes, and hung a miniature electric guitar around his neck, all gaudy.

Xue Ming was much more regular, and he didn't change anything. To be honest, if Chief Jessica hadn't asked him to help out on stage for a chorus performance, he really didn't want to do business.

"Please! Jiang Xueming! Please! Is there any! Bling☆Bling lights? Like disco balls!" Jessica spoke Chinese fluently.

Jiang Xueming was puzzled: "The club doesn't seem to have such a thing, I'll think of a way."

"It doesn't matter if you don't, forget it." Jessica became depressed.

Bu Liuxing stuck his beard on himself, and put on sunglasses for Chief Jessica with the other hand: "Sir, your Chinese is getting better and better, who did you learn it from?"

"Little teacher Enrique! I taught him how to play shogi, and he taught me Chinese." Jessica replied.

Just when the two chatted without saying a word.

Jiang Xueming got a few people from the foreman, and made an opaque colored ball out of hot bent glass, but there was no strong light source, and the brightness of the construction headlights was not strong enough.

He pulled out his wand and stuffed it into the light stand, and the motor drove the platform to start rotating.

The wand wouldn't listen to him—it wouldn't glow for a long time, as if it felt insulted.

So Jiang Xueming said: "Please, friend, do me this favor. The steel workers in Shiliufan Iron Works are all professional, and their youngest master has 50 years of experience in blacksmithing. Apart from heat treatment, I I also want to learn the die-casting cold forging method from them, listen to their mysterious private discussions, and want to research a Soviet black-tech steelmaking process that uses ultra-high pressure sound waves to remove impurities. If you"

The voice has not yet fallen——

——Brilliant colored light bursts out from each color block of hot curved glass.

The beam of light pierced through the dense fog on the zenith, directly illuminating the roof of the grotto hundreds of meters high.

The glitter on the lampshade was like stars falling on everyone in the stadium. In an instant, people from afar looked over at the same time.

Jessica staggered onto the stage holding on to her sunglasses, and acted as both a host and a singer, posing handsomely.

She introduced herself in Chinese, Japanese and English.

"Death Puppet Organ City · Armed Forces · Number 900113 · Team Member Number 10007714 · No military rank at the moment. But it must be sergeant or above. Super able to fight. I don't know how long this life will last, but I really want to eat Chinese food. Special It's fresh egg fried rice that doesn't last overnight, and the Sailor Moon who has been in the 1700s for who knows how many months—Asaka Jessica!"

Bu Meeoxing trotted onto the stage with his electric guitar in his arms, and got close to the lead singer, posing as a transformed knight.

"My uncle is."

"Okay, that's enough to skip this paragraph." Jiang Xueming snatched the microphone back and put it in Jessica's hand, "He wants to talk to you for at least half an hour, and he has to scare away half of the audience. The second half was caught by him and asked about the constellation."

Out of politeness, Jessica turned her head and pointed in the direction of the drum kit.

"Thanks to Mrs Enrique from Naples!"

People looked at the lead singer's hand. Under the light, the tube top on Mrs. Enrique's body was still stained with oil, and there was a fiery red work vest outside. The orange hair was burning like a flame, playing drums. Great technique is like juggling with kitchen knives—maybe this lady has always had a musical dream when she was doing housework, and she can see some musical rhythms from the knife skills she gestures to her children.

In an instant, whistles, cheers.

There was thunderous applause.

"Thanks to Ms. Bai Zijin from Shanwei!"

Jessica then pointed to the multi-effects console of the keyboard synthesizer.

Seventh Brother smiled awkwardly, stretched out his hand like a cat's paw to scratch, and made a "Hello" gesture.

Jessica: "B.B.Queens!~ Let's dance!"

The curtain ended—that was the theme song of Chibi Maruko at the 1990 Red and White Song Concert.

The drum sticks of Mrs. Enrique's hands clashed, followed by a cymbal sound, like the air gun in the hands of a running race referee.

All [Sventura·Misfortune] turned into a hot [LuckyDA☆ZE·I got lucky!] just learned from Jessica Chief! ]

She used drums to remind her partners on the stage to quickly release their enthusiasm.

The four super-heavy drums and the INTRO prelude of the keyboard are going to ignite the entire stadium.

Jessica stood in front of the microphone stand, still a little nervous and a little stage frighted—she was afraid that she would go too fast, and she was afraid that she would go too slow.

No rehearsals, no rehearsals.

For the family building of Shiliuban Iron Works, every day is new, every day is old, and every day is a live broadcast.

She shook her shoulders and twisted her waist stiffly, her hair flicked back and forth, she couldn't see her expression, only knew that there were hundreds of pairs of eyes staring at her.

The first verse is sung.

"なんでもかんでもみんな"

[What to do, everyone come together! ]

That kind of shyness meant that she was asked to find a crack in the ground and get in.

but--

——The ending is not over yet.

Bu Meteor immediately let out a dry and rough smoke.

"Oh!~~~~~Yeah!~~"

Jessica immediately caught it: "——おどりをおどっているよ!~"

[Let's dance together! ]

"おなべの中からボワっと!"

[poof from inside the pot]

Bu Meteor immediately harmonized with the Roman accent: "Bowato!"

[Poof! ]

Jessica immediately showed a super happy smile, one or two verses of the lyrics were mixed up-the arm like a slender penny was showing Ah Xing.

"お笑い运人 is here!"

[Comedy comes on stage! ]

Xueming worked hard on the stage, following Jessica as if she was performing a stage play, how she did the hand-waving dance——I also imitated it.

Jessica simply made the mistake and finished the second stanza first.

"いつだって迷わない!"

[Don't get lost at any time]

"キヨヨスクは駅の中!"

[Small shop inside the station]

"So ん na の famous!"

[is so famous]

"Tattatararila!"

[Da da da la mi la!]

Occasionally, he could turn his head and catch a glimpse of Seventh Brother's excited look of shaking his head while operating two-wire back and forth between the keyboard and the synthesizer.

There is also Ah Xing shouting "GotGotGotNow! Baby! ~" from time to time like Falun Gong

Xue Ming thought—Mr. Lu Xun not only wrote "Wild Grass" and "Hot Wind".

The husband also said that people's feelings are not interoperable, but Xue Ming doesn't think they are noisy.

Because Mr. Lu Xun also said another sentence, which is like the second sentence prepared for the teacher's roll call——

——Infinite distances, countless people, all related to me.

It was a New Year's party with flowers and brocade, and fire cooking oil.

Seventh brother was still timid before the performance, but after two eight beats he began to reveal his true nature, winking at the audience and blowing kisses.

It was an unspeakably chaotic New Year's party.

In the East Asian cultural circle, two Korean diesel engineers threw two eggs on the stage - they said that those were a fat man and a little boy, Brother Qi turned into a professional [Killer·killer] on the spot, and wanted to drive a dump truck to deliver these two eggs Stick to another world to start a new adventure.

It was an unforgettable New Year's party with a string of thin words, which was difficult to articulate.

——The two eggs were picked up by Jiang Xueming, and when they were half dead and restored to their original shape, he used them to make fried rice with eggs.

Then I watched the nostalgic Chief Jessica open the suitcase of [Paintoast. There is pain before, but cheers!], and sent spoonfuls to Nanami's mouth.

Jessica cried, fed, ate, and thought.

"Isn't this still overnight!?"

Nanami in the box didn't have any complaints, because without the support of her cardiovascular system, she didn't have to think about too complicated things, she vomited it out after eating, and then watched her good sister open the latest comics for her.

That's it, that's it—

——After the party, the New Year's bell rang.

Although life will not go on like this, the teachers of Yingying Kindergarten took the baby on a brand new merry-go-round.

The three troubled beauties have a few last things to do.

They came to the big water tower in the B15 area, climbed up the high platform along the hilly path, and wanted to find out the water source of the family building, and find out what these substances like black mud and oil were.

It’s just that in the process of climbing the mountain, their inspirations are crazily alarming. Whether it’s Xueming or Meteor, even 9527, who has undergone three transformations, can’t stand that kind of violent inspiration pressure—on Volga’s dashboard, The spiritual disaster concentration index soared to 90%.

On the winding stairway of the climbing path, they were sweating coldly and had splitting headaches. Even with the protection of the spirit clothes, I am afraid there is no way to go up one step further.

On the low slope of the hill, the water tower seemed to have been rebuilt by desperadoes after the disaster. Stone bricks and painted blocks of different colors can be seen.

It's just that the distance is too far, and I can't see any details.

A Xingqiang cheered up and rushed forward holding the pyroxene in his chest, but was stimulated by the neuralgia brought by inspiration in an instant and passed out.

Originally, the flickering activity of pyroxene was very regular, like breathing, it would gradually brighten and darken, but just now, when Ah Xing was trying to climb the mountain, the life amulet on his chest kept maintaining the highest brightness, and he was in a coma. The momentary power failure goes out. It is like the overclocking work that electrical components have to do when dealing with ultra-high voltage.

At the end of the day, the bottom line - it's time for them to go home, this is not where they should be.

Seventh Brother and Xue Ming carried the unconscious A Xing down the mountain, holding their heads and legs.

When going down the mountain, Xueming also took many photos. Including weird sediment in the water source, the overall outline of the water tower hill. Bare ridges, and many angiosperms. Finally, there is a video of the entire party, as well as a safety specification guide for each desperado.

Twenty-eight hours later, Bu Liuxing woke up and saw Xueming living in the cafeteria, exchanging ideas with a few steel workers—it's a pity that there is no stove, otherwise Xueming would suck up these desperadoes.

After staying in the family building for seven days, after finishing the finishing work, they packed their bags and went home.

In the end, Xueming still couldn't make it to A Xing's birthday, and the cafe wasn't ready either.

Just like the mysterious water tower, they were not ready, as Mr. Victor said, to explore deeper, both body and spirit need to [turn cocoons into butterflies].

On the way back.

Jiang Xueming and Seventh Brother talked about the water tower.

"Seventh brother, you should be much better than us, right?"

"You can say that."

"Where you can't even go, what will be inside?"

"Actually, I can go. I feel that I should be able to go in alone." Seventh Brother explained: "But my life talisman was confiscated by the boss. There is no stone, so I have no idea."

"No kidding, don't lie to me, Seventh Brother, with the life talisman, can you go to that place?"

"Yeah!" Xiaoqi's tone was firm: "I'm very brave, I can go in, but I don't know if I can't get out."

Jiang Xueming opened the note on the phone and wrote down the electronic diary: "Then can you feel, what's in that water tower?"

"It should be a waterway connected to the inland river tap water circulation system." Seventh Brother saw the basic layout of the city and analyzed it carefully: "As for what is in the water tower, I don't know."

"Mr. Victor once revealed some leftovers to me. He said that he was going to investigate a [main body], and there are many very difficult [subordinates]—maybe these [subordinates] have already escaped from the high-risk area That’s why we feel such strong inspiration pressure.” Speaking of this, Jiang Xueming was very worried that if the community he finally built was destroyed by some inexplicable monster—this is the tragic story of some Japanese riddleman ah?

"Probably not." 9527 analyzed with reason: "I have seen many, many monsters that can create such a great mental pressure on me, most of them are [giant objects], even if they are not [giant objects], they are also related [Giant] related."

"What is a giant?"

"It's a long story, and I won't be able to explain it clearly for a while. You go back to the station and find a chance to visit the big library, and you will understand."

"Oh!" Bu Meteor popped his head out of nowhere and took out his phone, "This is the last photo I took before I passed out! Take a look!"

The three of them looked together.

It was a photo taken by Ah Xing at the foot of Aipo Mountain, looking up from the water tower.

The subject of the photo is the water tower, but in that high-pressure environment, Ah Xing’s hands were shaking non-stop, the photo was not in focus, and it was blurry, and only a rough outline could be seen, and the entire low slope and hills were photographed.

9527 scratched his head: "This...isn't it similar?"

Jiang Xueming turned on the paintbrush tool, and marked the corners of the hills and low slopes with red lines along the photo.

"The outline here, as well as the exposed stone skin folds, look like a few fingers."

Bu Meteor was nervous: "Could it be the big bronze sculpture in Fountain Square? Those giants?"

"The size is very close. Using the height of the building of the Council of Five Kings as a reference, the height of those giant bronze statues in a squatting position is about 120 meters, which is as high as 30 to 40 floors." Jiang Xueming explained: "If this The exposed rock at the corner of the low slope is its finger, and it stands at least two to three hundred meters long."

Bu Meteor became curious: "Do you want to go back and have a look?"

"Let's come back and explore after our spirits are stronger." Jiang Xueming turned off the light on his phone, "Sir Jessica, how much do you know about these things?"

Jessica was still immersed in the grief of saying goodbye to her friend, and she didn't recover.

"Oh! That water tower, according to the foreman, has existed for many, many years. I don't know about the others."

Even if I ask the bottom line, I can't find any valuable news.

The three felt that just thinking about it was useless.

——So I stopped thinking about it.