Abyss Express

Chapter 840 Tantrum`Fin·The Laughing Man

[Part①·Reservoir Dogs]

As night fell, you sat beside Jenny's bed and watched the hair dryer take care of the clothes little by little.

You are in a hurry to leave, you don’t want to disturb Jenny’s life anymore——

——This is the ending, this is the ending of the story.

Although she has been trying to stay and hinting, maybe this story can have a new beginning?

An outlaw, a bitch, what other stories do they have? Who would want to listen to this kind of story anymore?

You can’t remember the process anymore, you’re walking very fast.

You are blaming her for not being clean enough.

She also wants to insult you, like a fox dog whose tail has been stepped on, she calls you a coward, calls you a sexual dysfunction——

——She scolded you for losing your job a long time ago, maybe the same as her.

You also shared a message on Twitter that she liked.

It is also an old photo of you starting to face life again after successfully detoxifying.

Jenny seemed to know everything, she just didn't want to expose it.

There is nothing to talk about now, there is nothing to talk about, you are like an old married couple that is familiar yet unfamiliar, and once again burst into unimaginable anger after many years of divorce - like two monkeys, fighting for territory.

You silently put on the wet and hot clothes, saw the pouring rain outside, and left without hesitation.

Jenny is crying and shouting behind you!

"Book!"

You didn’t want to respond, her voice was stronger than thunder.

"Ben! Ben Richter!"

"Can you kiss me?!"

I am already thirty-three years old, and more than half of my life has passed.

Maybe in a fake world, in a fake Internet, in a fake neurotoxin - Jenny wakes up for a moment now and then.

Your dark skin and ugly appearance turn everything into a strange ravine, a strange world of difference.

Suddenly you feel that life is meaningless, just like the clothes you have just washed. It does not need to be washed or dried.

You looked at me, I was right next to you, I spit out some charcoal and was turned into a drowned dog by the heavy rain.

"Goodbye! Jenny!"

Ben Richter decided to die and say a proper farewell before leaving this world.

"Goodbye! Take care! Girl!"

Jenny suddenly stood still, and when she reached the second-hand car market, she stopped running out.

For her, it seems that the whole world is so big and exciting enough——

——The mobile phone can take her to far, far away places, but desire locks her tightly in this cage.

"Bye! Nigga!"

Jenny gestures at you, and you can't tell whether it's OK! or a middle finger.

Holding the rotten banknotes and stuffing them into your inner pocket, you rushed into the rainy night suburbs of Washington, opened your arms in the rain, and walked freely.

You walk faster and faster, feeling so light that you can almost close your eyes and jog on the country road.

Breathe! Ben Richter! breathe!

The storm is still on the road, more than 800 meters away on your right, and there is no car to stop you! They were afraid of that cumulonimbus cloud!

The tornado connects the heaven and the earth, the thunder is beating the drum for you, keep moving forward! Keep going!

The buildings in the distance are like artificial gods. They tower into the clouds and flash with various lights. They gather the wishes of almost everyone in the United States to this great city.

You have no guns or knives, and it seems that you no longer need to hurt others, nor will you be hurt by others.

Like your ancestors, run for more than ten kilometers, panting from exhaustion, and then look at the prey that is almost dying of heat and declare victory in this round.

I asked loudly: "Ben! Run forward! Ben! Where did you die? The White House?"

"I don't know! Bad dog! I don't know!" You were so happy that you kept laughing: "I don't know!"

There is an MPV on the side of the road ahead, and there is also a storm chaser who does not know whether to live or die!

You immediately follow him and come to the researcher at the weather station.

"Look! Brother!"

You point to the distant rain clouds and the tornadoes that connect the clouds to the earth.

"You should go! You should go!"

But this fanatical meteorological researcher has no intention of giving up. He still holds a long gun and a short cannon in pursuit of death that is close at hand.

"Fucking disobedient! -"

You are so angry that you are so angry that you laugh!

You knocked the idiot unconscious with a headbutt, kicked his equipment into the field, and smashed the camera to pieces.

You are laughing! Hahahahahahaha! Fists can also talk! Power can also be found in fists!

You load the poor thing into the car and set out again, driving towards the city!

You feel like the tornado is behind you, urging you to complete your mission quickly.

The moment you drove into the suburbs, you heard the police report from Miami again, and then you switched the radio station to change your mood.

"I believe that the rapid development of the United States today can still lead all mankind to a happy future."

Halfway through what you heard, you were almost impatient and went to the TV station where this media person was working——

——Only a fifteen-minute drive, you arrived at the broadcasting studio, used a glass filled with corn syrup to snatch away the director's evening high-sugar snack, and knocked the porcelain oatmeal cup into the head of this idiot who was talking nonsense. inside!

Kill another one! As if I didn't say it! Book! here you go!

Like a bolt of lightning, you jumped out of the TV station from the safe passage and made a face in front of the surveillance camera. Innocence restored! Rediscovered the joy of playing pranks as a child!

Back in the rain! Another burst of noise draws you away.

In the commercial street next to the Broadcasting Building, towering mobile phone stands open one thousand or ten thousand mouths to the chaotic digital space and the information world of the World Wide Web.

You listen all the way and then kick their legs off!

No one dares to stop you because you look like Beelzebub crawling out of hell, covered in flies.

There is a voice! There is a voice that haunts you!

"Mexican chicken tacos! They taste terrible! Brothers!"

The food blogger looks like a hyperthyroid patient, with a billboard hanging around his neck and three or four food samples in his hands.

"I think we need to have a little bit of American confidence! What makes you not confident?"

"Is it a 5G signal? No! American chicken tacos! Delicious!"

The rapid increase in money-making information in the live broadcast room makes people's blood pressure soar.

“Chinese hot pot is terrible! American hot pot! It’s delicious!”

"Since I came to the United States! The air has become sweeter!"

"Look at this beautiful environment! I'm going to get the water from the sewer and drink it now!"

"There's not a speck of dust in the rain! It's time to eat again this month!"

You grinned widely and took away the fire ax next to the safety door, like an artist with enchanting dance steps.

Then split his head open! An ax in two halves!

The blood was like a fountain, and the feces and urine flowed out together!

Hahahahahaha!

Book! Ben Richter! Life is not just lying to you! It's still raping you!

What kind of country is this? ? The child is transporting drugs! Men are committing crimes! Women can't wait to become whores and are proud of it!

Hahahahahahaha! Ben Richter! Listen carefully!

You are at the center of the world! Hear the sirens? ! Did you hear that? !

People hate each other for all kinds of reasons—

- Men hate women, women hate men.

Men and women hate their new lives so much that they live a life worse than a pig or a dog.

Religion became a tool of fraud, and state troopers had more power than judges to carry out executions.

Criminals will never repent, violence! Violence! Violence everywhere!

Animals are more valuable than human lives, my brother, before discussing family affection and love, we must first clarify the politically correct opinions.

Everyone is like an atom, isolated, divided, and surrounded by terrifying loneliness.

The whip never left you, nigger—

——It’s just that it no longer picks on slaves, it wants to whip everyone, regardless of gender, age or child.

You stand in the rain, like an iron statue, with only flies and axes by your side.

Have I ruined your life? Book? Shouldn't I be here?

"Hey hey hey! Aha! Hahahahahahahaha!"

You are crazy, completely crazy.

"Hey hee hee hee hee! Hee hee hee hee!"

"Hey hey hey hey hey hey!"

Yes! hapiness! You are happier than ever.

The pain is gone! The thing that has been binding you has disappeared!

[Part②·That time and that moment]

"I'm sorry, Ben Richter." Su Xingchen came to you again.

At the bottom of the sealed well, you are guarded, facing a television.

Daily entertainment includes collections of fairy tales and cartoons from the 1960s to the 1990s.

You have returned to your childhood and feel that the whole world is full of strange colors——

——The floaters in my eyes are getting worse and worse, and there are many Morpho butterflies floating and squirming slowly.

"It was my negligence that allowed the fighting monster in Agent Su Xingcai to enter your head." Su Xingchen felt very guilty. He was about to light up a cigarette when he finally sent the first cigarette to you.

You take it slowly—

——Borrow fire from my forehead.

You said: "It doesn't matter"

Su Xingchen: "Until the FBI finds out the whole story, I have to say - this kind of situation is actually rare in human society."

Another female detective from Tianshu explained.

"I'm really sorry. I didn't expect that your schizophrenia would become a trigger for evil spirits to possess you."

You continued: "No, this was all my intention. I didn't mean to shirk responsibility."

To this day, Ben Richter, you still think that this anger comes from your sincerity - this kind of rage that destroys everything and cannot think, seems to really come from your heart.

"Haha." You still smiled slightly, with a relaxed expression: "If you let me out for a few more days, I will definitely be happier - I want to kill more people, there is always a chance, there is always a chance."

Su Xingchen fell silent.

Ms. Latia also fell silent.

Ms. Su Xingcai dragged me back into her body, and I lost my short vacation and my freedom.

My name is Fu Dou, the broom star in the sky, the disaster star——

——I am the assistant of Vulcan, and I occasionally come to the mortal world to take a look.

Just a glance like this will make me sigh

"At least the Animal Welfare Association is still working hard." Ben Richter, you are always full of witty words, "You can make so many animals live well in human society, hehehehe."

Su Xingchen and Ms. Latiya said.

"How will Tianshu deal with it?"

Latia: "This is a spiritual disaster spillover incident. It should be handled with due diligence. We all have to cooperate with the investigation - after all, so many people died."

"Ben Rickert." Ms. Su Xingcai looked serious, "Do you really think these people deserve to die?"

You were silent for a while, and then thought about this journey that was full of surprises.

"Officer! You didn't grow up here, you didn't live in this community."

You flicked the cigarette ashes and then took another long drag.

"It's never dead or not, it's a jungle."

"The beasts in the jungle are only divided into weak and strong ones."

"I love that dog, he's mine!"

"My dog ​​and my God - I've never felt so good!"

"So happy, so happy, so sad"

"Ms. Latia? Can I still watch your show?"

Latiya quickly said: "If TRG allows it, there will still be a new guest this Saturday."

"Hahahahaha! That's good! That's good!" You almost burst into tears with gratitude.

I can no longer feel you, I am disconnected from you.

I was taken to the motherland, to the other side of the ocean, and to the underground world of Daxinganling for examination.

I will miss you, Ben Richter.

On Saturday night, Marty TV's "The Devil's Talk Show" started as scheduled.

This time there are three important guests. One is a young girl who is deeply troubled by supernatural events-named Cindy Prado.

The second guest is a senior male psychic named Vladimir Ivan Urnovich, a veteran of Russian television’s psychic variety show.

The last guest is from Seattle. He often performs magic at the entrance of Key Arena. He is also a famous Internet blogger in the self-media era. He is a ghost detector and faker - his name is William Blitz.

They chatted happily on the stage, and occasionally they were forced to enter commercials due to some live broadcast accidents, such as the evil spirit on Miss Cindy. This young and beautiful girl may have special makeup and can change her head in an instant and turn into a vicious spirit. The devil's face.

You watch it with gusto and are amazed.

Mr. Vladimir has been explaining that there is a powerful devil hiding in Cindy's body, trying to make her pregnant, and taking this opportunity to come to the world.

On the other hand, Mr. William talked about commonplaces and used various scientific explanations to debunk these little tricks.

As for Ms. Latia? Ms. Latiya kept calming the atmosphere at the scene so that the three people would not fight on the spot.

By the fourth commercial, you are a little tired, but you still want to see the ending of this story.

alright! It seems to be coming to an end.

Mr. Vladimir took out the exorcism book and began to chant and pray using the holy book from his hometown——

——Miss Cindy was tied to a chair, struggling painfully.

In an instant, flames spurted out of her mouth!

Her hair is going to burn off! The skin also turned blood red.

The audience was stunned. There was no laughter or any laughter anymore. It seemed that the joke was not very funny.

screamed William the Dummy.

"Oh my god! Is there really a fucking devil in this bitch?!"

Ms. Latia took out the thermometer gun: "It seems that this boring live broadcast farce has taken a new turn - let's take a look at Miss Cindy's body temperature. She is almost ready, 364 degrees - I Oh my gosh, she’s a sex bomb.”

"I order you! Get away from this poor woman as quickly as possible!" Mr. Flamikkiel was still trying.

Miss Cindy's voice became wild and wild, and she grabbed the chair and flew up!

Her eyes were fierce and fierce, and her mouth was full of yellow teeth spitting out bedbugs and maggots!

"You bunch of bastards! No one can leave here alive!"

Before he finished speaking, the doors of the studio were all closed, the audience panicked, and the stage curtain began to burn.

Until an Asian with black hair and eyes trotted onto the stage——

——He took out strange thumbs from his pocket as if out of routine.

The TV broadcast stopped abruptly, and you finally let go of your suspenseful heart. Maybe this was just a comedy choreographed by computer stunts.

The devil's wail came from the intermittent signal source dotted with snowflakes.

"Fuck! Gun!—"