Abyss Express

[Part①·Black eat black]

"You! And you!" Jim Crow pointed at David Victor's nose and kicked Jack Martin's leg hard: "What on earth did you two do!"

Wen Bucai had been playing cards and betting with Jim Crow, and Big Boss Jim had no idea what the circus fire was about.

The naked half-animal shape-shifter was first shot inexplicably, and in a panic, he activated the mechanism of the dealer's seat and escaped. In just ten minutes, his industrial park was completely burned by the fire.

"Jim Crow!" David Victor recognized this face and had seen the big boss's picture on the poster: "Are you an assassin sent by the big boss? Setting an ambush in this hotel? Want to kill us? "

"Huh?!" Jim couldn't understand what Victor was talking about at all. He just found a temporary shelter and had no idea about the source of the trouble in Sloth Town or that the big boss was hiding in his circus.

Jack Martin saw Mr. Jim's confused and shocked expression, and he quickly straightened his tongue and told a few lies. He was the best at telling lies.

"You stupid pig! The big boss has been hiding on the circus stage! He is wearing your magic suit cloak! I have known for a long time that you, a traitor, have no good intentions! He is the one who started the fire! He wants to kill us all!"

"What?! What did you say!" Jim Crow was shocked, with a look of extreme horror on his face: "He knew all along?"

Jack coaxed and deceived: "Of course I know! Do you think he is easy to deceive? There is a secret passage in the circus, which opened a small window in your casino and keeps an eye on you every day!"

"This shot." Jim covered the wound on his shoulder. The bullet left a penetrating wound on his shoulder and neck: "Is it him too!?"

Jack nodded quickly: "Yes! It's all his fault!"

David Victor has nothing to say. Jack seems to have no psychological burden when he deceives bad people. His lies are flawless and his expression is fanatical and persistent. He wants to put all the blame on the big boss.

"You old scalper can still make some money for him, so he didn't do anything." Jack Martin grinned and laughed: "Otherwise, I would have killed you long ago! A dog slave! You still want to resist the master! Of course he will kill you. !”

The more Big Boss Jim thinks about it, the more he becomes afraid——

——He has hugged Mr. Magician on the circus stage more than once. This is the most profitable project of the Museum of Curiosities. He pays great attention to the love and kindness of the magic industry. It was the kindness of the big leader at the beginning that allowed him to change from one place to another. The unknown magician becomes the master of the circus.

The tremendous pressure brought by Jack Martin's repeated threats made Jim Crow's heart swing repeatedly. He held illusions and hoped that the big leaders would forgive him, but he also held resentments and was unable to satisfy his inner hunger.

The two contrasting emotions nearly tore him in two.

Surrender? Are you going to take these three unscrupulous prisoners and find the big boss to plead guilty?

Isn't there a better way? I have worked so hard and dormant for so long, I just hope that one day I can stand up and take charge! Get close to George Joshua! Close to Washington! I don’t want to stay in this bandit’s den anymore!

Heavy footsteps came from above the three of them, and Jack immediately shut up. Jim Crow also returned to his rat form.

"Take me to see them." A low and cold male voice ordered.

"Someone is coming." Victor reminded in a low voice: "Jack, shut up."

The dry and hot air rushed into the cellar again, and the red riding boots had hooks and barbs, biting tightly onto the cellar steps. In such a hot weather, I saw a cloaked man wearing a thick poncho slowly walking up the stairs and descending to the round table cage.

The man lifted off his cloak, revealing a face full of scars. His skin had a strange corpse-green color, his chin was broad and his head was hairless, and he didn't even have any eyebrows. He looked like a professional killer who didn't want to leave any hair clues at the crime scene.

"Lord Collector" the hotel owner Jerrys quickly followed, nodded and bowed in a low voice: "They are all here, no snake venom is used."

The collector said: "What the big leader orders must be done well."

Jerrys nodded repeatedly: "Isn't this done?"

"No, you didn't do it well." The collector's tone became colder and his attitude became harsh: "If I hadn't woken up early, maybe these three lambs would have suffocated to death in the cellar."

"Ho! -" Jerrys gasped, really not taking care of these trivial matters.

"The big boss said that we must catch him alive." The collector stretched out his generous palm and patted Jerrys' face gently: "But you almost killed this distinguished guest - Jack Martin."

"Do you know how big a crime you have committed and what a stupid thing you have done!"

Jerrys immediately knelt down and begged for mercy: "Master Collector! Please spare me! I have tried my best!"

The hotel owner kept kowtowing and begging for mercy, even his forehead was bleeding——

——He could not imagine how the managers of the perfume bottle would treat him, his wife and son.

Asking for a way out no matter what, he would continue to struggle.

"As you can see, they did not die, and the result is good! This is not a big deal, right? My lord! Just say something fair! Please be merciful and spare my life!"

"Hey!" A twisted and perverted smile emerged from the eyebrows on his hairless face: "Jerris, I like to do things according to the rules the most - I have to follow the law!"

Jerrys repeatedly echoed: "Yes! Yes!"

"Since you have violated the law of the big boss! Then you must face trial!" The needle and thread scissors were protruded from the thick knuckles, and the collector's spirit body pierced Mr. Jerrys' head in an instant.

The strange spiritual energy fluctuations froze all the hot air, and the coldness invaded. Little Jack's legs trembled, and he shivered involuntarily.

The evil spirits extending from the strong arms, these metal products were like various torture tools, pliers, scissors, hammers and knives, they were all used on Jerrys, but in the blink of an eye - the owner of the Sheep Slaughter Inn was distorted , the bones and flesh collapsed, the skin cracked, and was re-twisted by silk threads, turning into a doll!

He was only about 40 centimeters tall, with two slits in his mouth, like the face of a puppet!

He screamed, his blue eyes rolling around in his wooden skull.

"What did you do to me!~What did you do to me!~Master Collector!~"

The relatively loose clothes have also been re-cut without leaving any waste edges. It seems that this human flesh has been transformed by the spirit body, without any blood leaking out, and it has turned into a toy.

The collector took his time and stuffed the doll back into his thick robe. He seemed to notice Jack Martin's strange movements, but he didn't care at all, and slowly returned to the hotel——

——Only the screams of women and children were heard.

Victor couldn't bear the shouting. He struggled and tried to break free from the rope.

"Teacher Victor," little Jack whispered: "This family is not a good person, please calm down and don't expose yourself!"

"That guy bullied the weak! He didn't even spare his own companions! Although Boss Jerrys poisoned us so that we couldn't move, he had no intention of killing us." Victor said righteously: "His family would not have suffered such inhuman torture. ! Jack Martin, they deserve death - I cannot tolerate this atrocity!"

Before Jack and Victor could argue about right and wrong, the Collector returned to the cellar again.

He patted his clothes and slowly opened the stand-up collar, revealing seven or eight demon dolls and other miscellaneous accessories from the dark poncho.

The collector said: "Jim Crow."

A fat rat suddenly jumped out from the shadows of the cellar. It was the frightened boss Jim.

"Courage can turn cowards into beasts. This is the superpower of [the beast in disguise], which can turn decay into magic." The collector kicked Mr. Jim away with just one kick!

The fat mouse bumped into the wine barrel and spit out a mouthful of blood on the spot. It seemed that he was seriously injured.

[The Clothed Beast] not only gave him a nimble and petite body, but also took away his muscle strength, making him fragile.

"Waste without practical value can only become a beautiful collection." The collector squatted down and looked at the dying fat mouse: "The big boss wants me to kill you, but I hope to have such an opportunity to convince the boss, Make him change his mind."

"Do you still have value? Do you still have courage?"

"Are you still willing to be loyal to the leader? Jim?"

"Prove it to me?"

Mr. Jim's anger arose in his heart, and his body continued to swell and deform, from a petite and weak mouse to a lion prostrating himself on the ground and pawing at his claws in an instant!

He growled, kept retreating and testing, arching his back in full attack posture! The mane will explode! The golden eyes are revealed in the dark shadows!

The collector, on the other hand, strolled around, wandering back and forth, pacing around the narrow cellar and waving.

"Jim! Jim! Good dog!"

"Good dog! Well done!"

Jim Crow finally couldn't hold back his strong desire to kill. He couldn't bear the humiliation and pounced on the collector!

The spiritual energy of the robed beast wraps around its fangs and clings to its claws! He hugged this unscrupulous fellow cadre fiercely and wanted to bite the collector's neck off!

[Part②·I’m going to die]

At the same time, this seven-foot strong man was pushed to the ground by the lion, but he did not panic——

——He tasted the psychic changes of the [Beast in Clothes] bit by bit, and saw that his fingers gradually turned into sheep's hooves, and his face seemed to be deformed, completely turning into a delicious lamb in the lion's mouth!

"Not bad! Not bad! So good! The hunting instinct is still in your body!"

"Fight the weak with the strong! Your spirit is so beautiful! Then use this beautiful gesture and keep it in my display cabinet."

The lion's eyes were blank. Although its teeth and claws could make the collector bleed and hurt, they could not kill this strong man in an instant!

Jim's head began to collapse and deform, transforming into a metallic texture under the trimming, filling and transformation of the spirit body!

His lion body also gradually stiffened, shrinking and becoming smaller, and it actually turned into a palm-sized ornament, turning into a metal plate with the texture of lead and tin!

The Collector was still bleeding. After the psychic effect of [The Clothed Beast] dissipated, he transformed back into a human body. The sheep's hooves gradually divided into five fingers. He took out a bottle of white "milk" from the inner pocket - Victor remembered it clearly. , that was the insect juice drink Violet used when treating him!

"What a pity." The collector tilted his head and patted the dust off the lion's tin seal: "I thought you were gold, or at least silver, but you turned out to be a tin soldier that will melt when heated by fire."

After hanging the accessories in his coat, the bald man with strange psychic powers looked at David Victor again.

"Are you awake already? How long have you been awake for? Mr. Victor?"

David gritted his teeth and whispered, "I woke up before you stepped into the cellar."

"Oops!" The collector pointed to the ceiling. He had just swallowed Mrs. Bai's products with his big mouth. The wound on his shoulder and neck was still slowly healing. He had an exaggerated expression and a perverse look on his face: "I'm really sorry for keeping you waiting!"

Before Victor could summon his soul power, the Red Heart Demonic Arrow had no chance to launch!

Pierce the saw knife from the bottom of the round table! That was the Collector's spirit ambushing him early! Already have a response!

There was no time to react, this guy's spirit was too fast! The special effects brought by psychic energy can transform the human body, and the speed at which it takes effect is incredible!

The moment the red-skinned devil left the body, it was firmly locked by Victor's body. It was difficult for it to move forward and it recaptured Victor's body.

"Be especially careful! The ghost in David Victor's body!" The Collector pretended to yell loudly: "It's so scary! It's so scary!"

Mr. Victor's body was deformed. Like Jerrys, his skin was cut, stitched, and reshaped. Within ten seconds, amidst Jack Martin's screams—this handsome blond Austrian man, actually changed into Wearing a golden fishtail skirt.

The skirt woven with his hair matches the bulging body of the puppet, just like the doll that girls have loved since childhood! Completely transformed, leaving only less than twelve centimeters in height, the pen brushed across his eyebrows, leaving new eyebrows and eyeliner on the soft deerskin textured face - completely transformed into a black-haired beauty.

"That's great! You're great! David Victor!"

"Europeans all like black hair! Black hair is noble! It comes from the blood of Semitic ancestors!"

The Collector kicked off the twine and picked up the doll from the table leg——

——Victor was shocked and looked at his body in disbelief.

"What did you do to me!? This feeling! This light and airy feeling!"

The great writer still couldn't escape the control of instinct. He couldn't help but want to lift up his skirt to observe the treasure under his crotch, struggling between the collector's thick knuckles.

"Is this the experience of being made into a doll? It's so amazing! When the cold saw cuts the torso, you can still hear the strange sound of water squirting from your belly."

"Where have all my flesh and blood gone? It's been turned upside down from the inside out, but not a single bit of internal organs has been spilled out."

"The proportions of the bones and limbs are just right, and the matching style of the figure and clothing is also ingenious!"

"My hair turned into clothes? You shaved off your eyebrows and hair! Is it also to make a better collection? So careful! So cautious! Just to make art? You are so talented!"

The collector laughed, as if he had found a kindred spirit.

"Hahahahahaha! Victor! I like you!~ What kind of weird freak did the big boss send me? Oh my God!"

Jack Martin turned pale with fright——

"——Mr. Victor! What are you so happy about?"

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