Abyss Express

Chapter 844 Horizonyi③·This is life

[Part①·Enjoy life]

Okay! It's all over now!

The story has changed from a simple family travel horror movie to a family comedy movie without suspense.

Of course, you all know who this "he", this "husband", the "male protagonist" in this story is.

He is Bai Zhenzhen, the third child of Jiang Xueming and a geologist employed by the Secret Library.

We no longer have to maintain a strange sense of mystery and call this third child in the third person - he said he couldn't see ghosts, that's true.

Bai Zhenzhen is 28 years old. In his childhood, he occasionally showed some psychic potential, but after growing up, this talent was getting farther and farther away from him, and finally slowly disappeared.

He really can't see spirits. Every dirty love word that the ghost doll Ginny said to him, every cry of love and pleasure, is like playing the lute to a cow, all in vain.

In some ways, he is just like his father, completely blind, without any self-awareness.

For example, the gunsmith has no idea of ​​his own beauty, and often misjudges his own strength.

The same is true for Bai Zhenzhen. It seems that things he can't see don't exist. This kind of experience of turning danger into safety often appears in the process of cave exploration adventures, accompanying his career and protecting him everywhere.

And what about his father? What about Mr. Gunsmith, whose name is long enough to be a whole chapter?

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"At the age of fifty, experience life again!"

"Take your friends! Take these pretty girls!"

The radio played the Sydney TV travel advertisement again through two thin earphone wires.

The gunsmith worked quickly and cleaned up James' room, then sent the fat man's body to the first floor.

Fragrant Dream had already dug a pit and sent James, the newly-made blood donor friend, into it.

Then he dropped a silicone doll, which should be James' favorite "woman". The gunsmith began to swing a shovel and fill the soil with SD.

"Enjoy life! Enjoy the scenery of Oceania!"

Take James' monitor and write the epitaph with SD's cat's paw.

——The morally corrupt scum, James Irving.

Then the gunsmith squatted down and raised his mobile phone to take a photo with the tombstone.

"Press the shutter! Seize every moment!"

"Click!——"

He picked up the bucket and continued to search downstream following the rhythm of the advertisement.

"Go fishing! Go fight the wind and waves! Be a real man!"

He found the dying Manson Page in the shallow stream in the wild.

There was also a nocturnal beast monster in the distance. The gunsmith was full of surprise. The last time he saw this thing was more than ten years ago, in a primitive tribe in Zanzibar. The natives there regarded this deformed monster as a god.

The nocturnal beast still had its last breath. It drank a lot of water, barely supported its body, and gradually climbed up.

"Go play ball! Sweat on the beach!"

The big steel cat stirred up a gust of divine wind!

The fists and feet smashed the monster's head in an instant, followed by the second head and the third head!

It exploded like a watermelon! It was dead! No matter how skilled the old wizard was, he couldn't revive it!

"Find another way to live! Try!"

"Try! To complete another life!"

Manson Page raised his head and said to the old man he had never met before: "I want to live"

"Live! Live! Live! How wonderful!"

Manson: "I just want to live"

In the night, a group of gorgeous fireworks exploded over Sydney in the second half of the night.

The gunsmith couldn't hear what Page was saying, but the stench of blood from this guy was already nauseating.

He didn't know what the local government was doing. This kind of beast could actually run out of prison intact and start a new second life?

Before the next burst of fireworks, Fragrant Dream had already made a new gun.

"Bang!——"

Along with the love bud in the sky, Manson Page's brain also suddenly cracked.

After doing all these things, the gunsmith walked back to the muddy road with one foot deep and one foot shallow, and walked to the door of the hotel again. His eyes were still changing all the time, scanning every window on the second and third floors. His pupils were constantly gathering and diffusing, as if locking multiple targets.

At this moment, James Owen's grandmother finally woke up.

She staggered out of the trap door, and the wound on her neck had healed. She was a blood-giving monster with extraordinary self-healing ability.

Seeing that there was a new guest in front of the door, she hurriedly walked out with a smile before her confused mind could wake up.

"Oh! Another guest?!~"

The scary grandma didn't find a shovel, so she took a half-finished sweater from the cash register and pulled out two sharp knitting needles, ready to use them to stab the ungrateful old man in front of her to death - of course, she had to stab him in the eyes at once!

She thought that the guests who came in the second half of the night were not easy to deal with. They were either police officers who came to question them after receiving a report, or relatives of the victims who had been tracing the family. If they were not, she would just kill them all and leave them alone - after all, Australia is so big, and it's not a big problem to kill one or two more lonely and helpless passers-by!

The evil god needs more essence! More blood! The gunsmith turned around and asked, "Hello! Old man!"

The scary grandma's cheeks flushed, and her blood surged - she saw the elegant and polite figure of this "handsome young man" in his early fifties, and the wrinkles between the gunsmith's eyebrows. The eyes seemed to be able to speak, and every crow's feet was a story, an aged wine, and an intoxicating tea.

Under the windproof and close-fitting high-collar jacket, the black tight vest is so tight that it can show the explosive muscle texture. In the 1990s, this man was so hard that he could penetrate granite! ~

"Oh!~~" The terrifying grandma was captured all of a sudden. She seemed to feel that at the age of 64, the blessed holy blood was about to give new life again, and her bones were about to become soft.

"I followed my son and my daughter-in-law. They just arrived today. I found this place later. Do you have any impression?" Jiang Xueming took out a diary and a pen, and said in a gentle voice: "He should have driven an electric pickup truck, paid with a coupon at Hertz Car Rental, and then came here." [Part ②·The story is about to end] "Uh" The scary grandma was in a dilemma. She rarely saw such a scene of a handsome old man visiting late at night. Almost all her life before was given to little James. Ever since James' parents played self-immolation and summoned the evil god to the cellar, she has been conscientiously living around her grandson, either choosing sacrifices for the evil god or bringing food and women to her grandson. "Wake up! Wake up! " The scary grandma whispered in a low voice: "Maybe you should live for yourself once! " "Oh no no no. Oh no." Her lips were dry and she was very embarrassed. If she let the newlyweds go, would the evil god spare her life? Don't let love get you in the head! No! ~

But look at him! Look at him! ——

——He's like a Shetland Sheepdog! Look at his eyes! Eyes like amber!

"They're on the second floor, 203"

Gunsmith: "Thank you! Can I go find them?"

The Horror Granny hesitated.

The Gunsmith explained: "I know that many private hotels have rules, such as guests cannot go upstairs after visiting hours at midnight."

The Horror Granny was relieved——

——What a polite person!

The Gunsmith whispered: "If I cause you any trouble and make your guests angry, I will feel guilty."

At this moment, the followers of the Crazy Butterfly Saint Church were almost defeated.

"I hope there is a roster, such as who these guests are, which floor they are on, and where they live, so that if I disturb them——I can still say a few words? Right?"

"That's right." The Horror Granny took the registration list without thinking, and took out her mobile phone to exchange the hotel list with the Gunsmith.

This list became a life and death book in the gunsmith's hand, and became another circle of friends for Thumb Brother.

"Thank you so much, my beautiful lady." The gunsmith said sincerely, nodded repeatedly, and talked about the family with the scary grandma: "If you don't mind, I'll stand in the corridor for a while?"

The scary grandma wanted to chase him out, but it was not easy to disturb this strange man.

"Please."

"It's brighter here." The gunsmith looked up at the fluorescent lights on the porch and began to talk about the garden: "I found some nightshade plants in the garden. They are very beautiful. You have good taste."

"Hehehehehehe!" The scary grandma laughed: "They are all poisonous. You'd better be careful."

The gunsmith lit a cigarette and said: "I didn't want to come to Australia with the young couple. It's too far. I shouldn't travel far at my age."

"I think you are quite strong." The scary grandma asked: "How old are you?"

The gunsmith scratched his head: "Fifty-two? Or fifty-three? Or fifty? I can't remember clearly. Time has passed too quickly."

The scary grandma said: "You look like you are forty years old, little old man Brother, there are not many white hairs."

"My daughter-in-law doesn't like me. She always thinks I'm too old. Maybe it's because of my face?" The gunsmith said bluntly: "I don't want them to find me either. After all, this is their wedding anniversary. Last week I knew that my daughter-in-law was pregnant, so I wanted to follow her secretly and watch from a distance."

"What a weak family relationship." The scary grandma sighed: "Do you have a wife?"

The gunsmith put down his cigarette, put down his pen, took out his mobile phone, and handed the photo of the seventh brother to the scary grandma: "This, this one, she is the same age as me."

The scary grandma looked at the photo of 9527 with envy and jealousy. She almost went crazy. She wanted to tear up this sweet photo with her fingers several times, but she held back.

She winked and finally whispered: "She is so lucky."

"We haven't been in a good relationship lately, and her focus has been on her career." Gunsmith then said bluntly: "After she went to work in a kindergarten, other people's children seemed to be more important than her own - I don't know why. ”

The scary grandma asked: "Did she change her mind?"

Gunsmith: "I don't know, I will still take her home, and then just like when I was young, we will hold hands and walk for a while, and say whatever I want."

The scary grandma then asked: "Maybe it's a different dream in the same bed."

"Maybe." The gunsmith wrote down the information of all the guests, as well as the records of visitors entering and leaving the hotel, and made a brief profile of criminals. He searched in his mind for similar characteristics in "The Great Sundering" and could probably identify a criminal. Blurred range comes.

He had talked too much and his tongue felt dry.

"Here, give it back to you! Thank you!"

Scary Grandma: "You're welcome!~"

The gunsmith suddenly said: "Have you ever studied ballet before?"

The scary grandma was stunned and never thought about why this visitor suddenly brought up this topic.

"Occasionally."

The gunsmith glanced at the old photo in the window behind the cash register. It was the graduation photo of the ballet dance team in a university art club in Oceania.

"Right there! You are there! Right?"

Suddenly, the scary grandma felt her heart breaking, and she followed the gunsmith to find herself.

I found another me who I haven’t said hello to for a long, long time.

How long has it been since she raised her head and took a good look at the window? Perhaps if it hadn't been for such a reminder, she would have forgotten what kind of life she lived and what kind of youth she had when this body was still human.

"I studied for a while."

The gunsmith said without hesitation: "Madam! I take the liberty of asking! Can you dance a few steps? Can I appreciate your dancing?"

The corners of the scary grandma's eyes widened, as if she had returned to the age of green girls——

——Maybe. Can I?

right! Yes! I can!

She took a few steps outside the porch, then awkwardly stood on tiptoes.

Maybe it can be done by giving blood! It's strong! It has power! It's smart enough!

Walking on the porch, then spinning, stretching out his arms, the dark skirt gradually danced with the high-chested waist!

Follow the rhythm in her mind and take two more steps towards the entrance! When you return to where you were and bow your head to thank you!

The gunsmith suddenly stepped on the wooden board, and two iron nails were driven into the witch's head and face!

But this time it will be more precise and more deadly!

The rusty nails penetrated his eyes, but he didn't make any strange noises, not even a scream!

After piercing the skull, they quickly find the hypothalamus, completing their mission in just one hundredth of a second.

The gunsmith rushed to catch up and supported the old black swan before the terrifying grandmother's body fell, and before she made a sound when she fell.

He is like a poet, like an artist, like the elegant death everywhere.

Dragging the guests to Hell and Hades, slowly throwing this ugly body that has lost its soul into the cellar again——

——He never took off his headphones. Still listening to the radio distractedly, immersed in his retirement life.

Tear out a page of the journal and leave a note to remind the next victim to be careful.

[The landlady died of telecommunications fraud, you should be careful. ]

Returning to the entrance, he took out two new nails from his backpack. SD pressed the nails firmly and repaired the deadly board.

The gunsmith seemed to have remembered something. He quickly returned to the dark cellar, took a photo of the magic circle covered with blood, and decided to leave it until the end.

The fragrant dream opened the head of the scary grandma and checked the status of the hypothalamus again.

Night Demon finally breathed a sigh of relief, yes, this shady shop owner, this crazy woman who rips off customers.

This beast in human skin——

——She is dead.