Abyss Express

"Mr. Victor, I finally found you."

A young reporter from the Sun Newspaper of the Golden Country was sitting in the VIP special tea room in the magic city of Barathon. She caught David Victor and prepared some fresh interview records so that her barren soul could have some more inspiration. Keep the job.

Her name is Yunqing, elegant and quiet, Chinese.

With her hands resting on her lap, she was sitting facing David Victor. The paper and pen in her hand were her weapons, and her press card and camera were her facade.

"Mr. Victor?"

Teacher Victor didn't move at all, his dark green pupils lost focus, as if he was still dismantling the story of the Salary King, trying to sort out the collection of plasma films in Meadows' head and choose the right material from them.

After a long time, almost thirty seconds.

"Speak." Victor finally woke up and began to answer.

This perfunctory and slow attitude makes Yun Qing very uncomfortable-she has never seen such an arrogant interviewee in her career.

"Mr. Victor, I want to remind you that my next conversation will be published in the newspaper. More than 400,000 residents of the underground world buy this newspaper every day. Do you know what this means?"

Victor said nonsense: "Does this mean that more than 400,000 residents of the underground world bought this newspaper?"

Yun Qing was trembling with anger: "This is very important!"

Victor: "So?"

Yun Qing: "So please be serious, when I ask you a question, you have to answer it immediately, otherwise."

"Wait, please wait a moment." Victor also took out the notepad and took out the pens given by the students: "Miss reporter, I apologize for my laziness. In the past two hours, it seems that there have been special Inspiration was interfering with my thoughts—it was like everything had happened before, and I was repeating my previous behavior over and over again, making me lose focus, lose focus, and find no way to concentrate.”

"Mr. Victor." Yun Qing frowned, "Have you been sick recently? Has the duel with the King of Salary exhausted your mental strength?"

"No, it's definitely not what you guessed." Victor also crossed his legs, resting the back of his hands on his thighs, confronting the little reporter, "Let's get straight to the point."

At this moment, Yun Qing felt an astonishing aura from this VIP.

It seems that when this guy is being interviewed, it is not a simple question and answer, but a duel debate between you and me.

Yun Qing: "Mr. Victor, many readers are very interested in your private life, and it is rumored that you are gay"

Victor: "No, it's not."

Yun Qing: "Please don't interrupt me."

Victor: "I have to interrupt you before you go on making up your own shit."

Yun Qing: "But Mr. Victor, you often travel alone with a waiter on your back. This does not comply with the regulations of the station. Maybe I can get other materials? Don't tell me you hate women very much?"

Victor: "I have a lot of respect for women."

"David Victor, he was cynical and sarcastic in the interview with me, and he didn't pay attention to me, a small person." Yun Qing immediately began to write and draw pictures: "He has two young and strong male students. A close boyfriend who has been lost for many years, crossed more than a thousand kilometers with the newly-acquainted salary king Meadows Bruno, and walked back to the golden country from the deep and dark Niflheim on foot. Our bloodhound lady is not in the whole story It's hard for me not to doubt any role."

At this moment, Victor grabbed Yun Qing's pen.

"Please don't write that."

Yun Qing pursed her lips and smiled: "Why? The pen is mine."

Victor: "But the characters you write, the stories you write are mine."

Yun Qing: "Am I talking nonsense? What I wrote is wrong? Isn't it the truth?"

"First of all—" Victor pointed to the reporter's many mistakes in Chunqiu's style of writing: "—my two students are very young, but they are not young and strong. When I first met Jiang Xueming, his muscle mass and height were higher than ordinary people. Not much better, secondly, Wen Bucai and I are not close, I want to correct this, I love him."

Yun Qing covered her mouth: "Oh!"

Victor went on to say: "This kind of love is beyond love. We have the grace to save each other and shape each other's personality-in this regard, I want to remind you that the emotional shelf life of many gay men is very short. In this circle, A relationship of more than a week is considered a [golden wedding] in a traditional marriage."

"It seems that you and Wenbu have an unbreakable [diamond marriage]." Yun Qing tilted her mouth, unable to move the oil-based pen, and turned on the recording pen.

Victor repeatedly corrected and was meticulous.

"And Midas Bruno—I took him from Niflheim back to the Golden Land, and I was very annoyed by what happened on the way, I had to keep him safe, and I was always on guard against this The guy launched a gorgeous backstab on me, and finally had to take care of this weak, life-and-death oil bottle in extreme environments. I almost carried him for two-thirds of the way, and it's not like you said More than a thousand kilometers, we walked more than 400 kilometers, and then pushed the wheelchair and ran the rest of the distance."

Yun Qing squinted her eyes, she didn't have the slightest sense of shame for her nonsense behavior that ignored the facts: "You are willing to do so many things for him, and you want to send him to the execution ground with your own hands, there must be some story between you two?"

"How much is this news worth?" Victor asked back.

Yun Qing: "No, no, it's not what you think."

Victor: "Let me ask you, how much is this news worth?"

Yun Qing: "No, Mr. Victor, no"

Victor handed over the ownership of the pen to Ms. Yunqing again, and turned off the power of the recording pen.

He turned on the WALKMAN, put in a blank tape, and started recording.

The dark red pyroxene immediately began to ignite a golden red flame. It could be seen that he was very angry, but like cold well water, he never spoke again.

Yun Qing: "Our readers only want to hear the truth like what you just said [how much this news is worth]. I'm afraid such recordings cannot be included in the news."

"Miss reporter, you and I rely on paper and pen to make a living." David Victor immediately said, "I think words and language possess magic power, and every word is filled with the author's spiritual power. I respect your career and you as a person, but you never respected me. Just because when we first met, you complained to me that you were running out of time, and I made you wait Thirty seconds? Just because of the thirty seconds?"

Yun Qing started to get nervous, but she denied it flatly: "No, that's not the case."

"Your words are powerful, and 400,000 people will listen to your story every day." Victor lowered his head, his eyes immediately hid in the flexible and curly blond hair, revealing only a sharp glint: "What kind of magical story is this?" strength

Yun Qing: "Mr. Victor, I have always believed that the popularity of your works is probably related to your soul power, right? If you want to use a pen to create miracles, a little guy like me is counted in front of you." Which onion?"

Victor: "Why do you say that?"

"When I interviewed your readers, I was frightened more than once by their strange and excited reactions." When Yun Qing talked about these things, she felt an inexplicable sense of horror: "I still dare not read your book, When I was preparing for this interview, I didn't even know where to start - just having fun with your private life."

Victor: "No, it's exactly the opposite of what you thought."

Yun Qing: "You didn't use the power of soul power? Your work"

Victor held his head high and held his head high.

"My soul power is very dangerous, so I have always regarded it as an enemy—it is like a devil, slandering me all the time, if I entrust my work to it to write, maybe I will gain more readers, gain more More wealth, if I really regard it as a part of my artistic life, I will not accept it."

"Why?" Yun Qing didn't understand: "You can obviously suppress King Xin, and use this power to write a few stories casually, maybe"

"Let's stop here." Victor knocked the WALKMAN off button: "I'm afraid I can't give you the answer you want."

"No! No! No, no, no! Mr. Victor!" Yun Qing was anxious, and quickly stood up: "Please don't stop the interview early, I have to go back and talk to the supervisor."

"Then let me ask you, Ms. Yunqing." Victor sat down again: "What do you think the meaning of this job is? Give you a salary? Or regard it as a lifelong career? Bring you happiness, and A tool to reach heaven? An excellent opportunity to change fate?"

After thinking about it, Yun Qing finally said tremblingly: "I like doing this."

Victor: "Why? Why do you like doing this?"

Yun Qing: "Because...because I'm curious"

Victor: "Don't lie to me, no one can lie to me."

Yun Qing said viciously: "I like to see the embarrassment of big people. Seeing them embarrassing is like a nest of crabs. There will always be outstanding crabs climbing out of the basket. At this time, I will clamp their legs—— Clamp!"

Victor: "Very strong urge to self-destruct, great writing material, anything else?"

Yun Qing went on to say: "It would be the best if I could exchange some money. If there are many people like me who are interested in these trivial gossip, it's like finding someone with the same path. I'm sure they will be very happy. "

"So I said, you can't find the answer here." Victor crossed his hands on his legs, and finally sank his body into the sofa, completely relaxed: "I'm a crab you can't catch, maybe you can go to another VIP Try your luck there, regarding my private life, you, a bounty hunter, shouldn't be able to find any weaknesses to attack."

Yun Qing asked excitedly: "Where is Hunwei? You have peeped into the stories of so many people."

"Hell's Highway?" Victor squeezed his chin: "I don't want to rewrite other people's lives, even though it is so powerful, it can rewrite other people's thoughts, create a story out of thin air, check their memories-but this power is very scary , I will keep my mouth shut about this matter, and I will completely rewrite the collected materials without leaving any traces, and finally become my story."

Having said that, Victor closed the diary and stopped prying into Ms. Yunqing's heart.

"I have read your book completely just now, the word [peeping] you used is not correct, I copied your memory in broad daylight, like a robber, before you Before any perception, the act of robbery has been completed."

Yun Qing's eyes widened: "You"

"Don't worry." Victor compared it to a silent gesture: "I will not tell anyone, including your dirty money and power transactions with your supervisor, your interviews and reports on other people, your framing or legal proceedings, these I won't say anything about the things - but they are interesting and should hold up to a forty-six-page short story."

"You bastard. You." The little reporter stood up, packed up all his things, and left the scene in a hurry.

Until Victor pouted, he finally expressed all his dissatisfaction and embarrassment on his face.

"What is the special spiritual pressure of this space-time disturbance?"

"There are morpho butterflies fluttering their wings, and I've talked nonsense many, many times in a row."

"It's really annoying."

Xue Ming boarded the plane alone, and in another four hours, he will return to HK—to return the crucial Red Mountain Stone to the BOSS.

On the outskirts of the airport road, he didn't meet Wood Pluck. The few pages of family letters lay quietly in the trash can, turned into shredded paper, which was about to be sent to the thermal power station and turned into electric heating energy for the cold island country.

Just sitting down, Mr. Wood came late, this guy scratched the back of his head, looking familiar.

"Brother, by the aisle is my position."

Jiang Xueming was about to sit inside.

Wood immediately said: "It's okay, I don't go to the toilet, it's settled at the airport, you sit outside, it will be convenient for you to go to the toilet later, I also want to see the night view of Iceland."

Jiang Xueming nodded, smiled politely, and gave way to this fellow traveler.

Teacher Wood squeezed in, then leaned in front of the window and kept looking out.

Jiang Xueming was very curious: "Brother, you look very similar to my uncle."

Wood didn't look back: "Am I that old?"

Jiang Xueming: "It's just the face shape, he doesn't have your tattoo on his neck."

Wood: "You Chinese are all face-blind when looking at foreigners. I think you Chinese are all the same—just like people seeing dogs. Except for some obvious features that can be recognized by the color of the flower and the shape of the hair, most of them are face-blind. .”

Jiang Xueming: "That's right."

Wood: "Little brother, where are you going?"

Jiang Xueming: "HK"

Wood: "I'm going to HK too, are you from Nine Realms Station?"

Jiang Xueming: "Yes."

Wood: "I'm a train conductor. Here's my work permit. We have a fate. If you are in trouble, call my wife."

Jiang Xueming took away the documents in doubt: "Why did you call my sister-in-law?"

"Because my wife always thinks that I'm fooling around outside, she doesn't feel at ease." Wood said with a smile: "You just call her and explain the reason clearly."

Jiang Xueming: "Are you fooling around outside? Want me to call my sister-in-law and tell me directly? But am I not a man?"

Wood didn't speak, just grimaced, and handed over the Coke in the bag as a greeting.

Jiang Xueming didn't ask too much. I'm afraid that people in the underground world, especially VIPs, are eccentric guys with extremely strong personalities. It's not unusual to have such an inexplicable sense of ritual.

In just a few minutes, he drank the coke, only felt that his bladder was about to explode, and immediately headed for the toilet.

The plane has begun taxiing—

——Flavia has just opened for business, and the passengers are required to sit down obediently.

Xue Ming's expression was extremely ugly, and Flavia saw the handsome young man dashing towards the toilet, about to stop him in the middle of the road, when she saw a steel arm fiddle with it lightly.

Almost instinctively driving the spirit body away, the flight attendant with a sweet smile was immediately swept away by the powerful spirit body, and when she came to her senses, Flavia could no longer find Jiang Xueming's person.

Being pushed and pushed by the spirit body, she only felt dry mouth and eyelids were twitching. She supported the passengers' seat cushions all the way back to the customer service room. In front of the board, he immediately began to sleep soundly.

Sixty-three in the first class was very excited——

——He could feel that Jiang Xueming's soul power had already played a role, and the spiritual pressure contained a fragrant and sweet strange taste, which was the scale powder sprinkled by the butterfly when it fluttered its wings, and it was as intoxicating as nectar.

"I'm over, Duran, give me an early warning."

Ms. Duran activated the ability of [Timeline], and the little white snake reluctantly bit Liushisan's neck.

"Jiang Xueming is very anxious. He forgot to lock the door. You can just push open the door of the toilet and attack him, forcing him to activate the spirit body to release the power of the soul power. But... without the blessing of the red mountain stone, I'm not sure this is real future."

Sixty-three walked forward quickly, already impatient.

"It doesn't matter, as long as he can't kill me, and can't kill me in an instant, I can turn back the time and do it again. This kind of life-and-death crisis scene has been experienced countless times in my life. I have 100% confidence Make sure you are safe and get out—Duran, are you finally accepting your fate now?"

Duran didn't speak, only stubborn eyes answered Liushisan.

Liushisan snorted coldly with disdain: "It doesn't matter, see you in 2006."

Ten seconds passed—

——Liu Shisan pushed open the door of the toilet, but he could still hear the sound of Xue Ming opening the gate to release the water.

Immediately afterwards, the old hooligan in his sixties widened his eyes, and saw Xue Ming holding a Coke bottle and slowly pouring the liquid into the toilet.

On the wrapping paper of the Coke bottle, there is a striking handwriting written by Wood Pluck.

[Protect Hongshanshi, boy, there may be enemies on the plane. ]

Even if Wood Pluck lost all his memories, he could still feel the spiritual pressure of Ao Han Mingde on Jiang Xueming. He used this most primitive and simple text message to write the final chapter of the story for Sixty-three .

In an instant—the two spirit bodies collided violently!

[Regret medicine]'s iron fist suddenly hit Jiang Xueming's head, and was immediately grabbed by a white and flawless iron arm!

From the side of Xue Ming's face suddenly protruded from the skull of the iron helmet shining with metallic luster——

——It is like a cat Iron Man, which is completely different from the original square metal spirit body. The streamlined armor is wrapped into the head of an Egyptian cat. The brilliant golden eyes, which look like titanium nitride, are fixed on the enemy. Two ears stand upright, as if listening to the enemy's movements all the time.

The parted mouth under the protruding nose is slightly open, showing a belligerent grin.

"I succeeded." Sixty-three lost his mind for a moment——

——It was also a fatal moment!

I saw this iron cat sticking out its left arm, its sharp four toes twisted into a fist! A pure white flame burst out from between the fingers!

"Bang -" sound!

Like a full-stretched slingshot, it shattered Liusan's soul power, penetrated [Regret Medicine]'s torso, and hit Liusan's face!

return to the past!

Go back and take another look!

Liu Shisan thought so, his confused eyes could only glimpse the broken teeth and blood flying out. Before the consciousness is about to leave the body, he can still activate the power of soul power, go back to four hours ago, take a good rest, and take another look at the powerful spirit body on Jiang Xueming's body!

Everything is recovering.

Everything is as he wished.

Seeing the broken tooth flying, it was about to return to the mouth——

——Liu Shisan was surprised to find that in the frozen time and space, this tooth was firmly grasped by Jiang Xueming's spirit body, and it couldn't get back into his mouth no matter what!

What kind of power is this? Why?

Why didn't the [regret medicine] work for him?

Jiang Xueming's spirit body seemed to be aware of the special features of [Regret Medicine], but it couldn't resist the power of time and space reversal.

Its palms made a sharp and ear-piercing rubbing sound, and finally burst out a shattered spirit flame from the palm, and the broken teeth came out fiercely, piercing through Jiang Xueming's palm together! Finally, it returned to Liushisan's mouth.

"Hahahahaha! Hahahahahaha! Sure enough! My [regret medicine] is invincible!"

Sixty-three broke away from the state of leaking words, and finally gained an unparalleled sense of peace of mind.

He could feel everything receding—

——Jiang Xueming, that kid has already stepped off the plane, and his physical body has also recovered quickly.

As for the damage to the spirit body, it can also be slowly repaired and restored within four hours.

He and Duran exited the plane all the way, and returned to the VIP lounge. He retreated to the sofa step by step, began to take a nap, and finally exited the building and got on the jeep.

Until this time——

——Sixty-three finally became aware that something was not quite right.

Seeing the jeep going all the way back, the dead driver finally "resurrected from the dead" under the bite of [The Twilight Zone].

The driver started teasing Flavia again, scanning the flight attendant's good figure with erotic eyes, making excessive jokes.

Wood Pluck on the side of the road cursed at the jeep, saying that he must take revenge. Immediately afterwards, the captain got up from the ground and stepped on the soda can thrown by Ms. Duran.

Duran heard the driver and Flavia speak rudely, she was furious, took the drink bottle back in her hand, and vomited back all the wine in her stomach.

"It's not right! It's not right!"

Sixty-three began to panic, and the unparalleled strangeness made him feel uneasy.

[Regret Medicine] Isn't it only possible to reverse the time by four hours? !

Four hours is only four hours!

Obviously it can only be four hours!

The total duration of the recording of Bai Lu's last words was four hours!

But what happened to the scene in front of me? !

"Hunwei! You are obedient! Stop now! Stop now!"

wait--

——The endless waiting.

[Regret medicine] did not respond to Liushisan, it was like a loyal patron saint, even though its chest had been smashed by Jiang Xueming's spirit body, it was still floating beside Liusan, wanting to turn back time to the end of the universe, without stopping .

The fleeting images in front of my eyes flashed away, and the endless time was reversing crazily.

Liusan was panicked at first, and then became numb.

He thought so——

——I can’t remember how long I’ve lived, maybe it’s a good thing to run back.

As long as you can remember the correct method, give birth to Meteor, create another Jiang Xueming, and find Duran and Flavia, you can create this [successful case] again.

As for time [forward] or [backward], it is meaningless.

As long as the memory in his head is still there, don't worry about it. No need

Sixty-three's brain froze——

——Because he saw a familiar person.

I don't know how many years have been reversed, and how many times I have traveled through.

He awoke suddenly from this fragrant dream, before a flat mirror—

——The temperature was kept at 31 degrees Celsius, and the entrance of the Agricultural University next to Pingyang County, Hengyin City was full of voices, and a long queue formed outside the Wangyou Milk Tea Shop.

Liushisan looked to the side of the ruler counter, the makeup mirror of the girl at the front desk, in this mirror, his seventeen-year-old immature face was reflected.

He gently stroked this face, but it felt so strange.

The front desk clerk shouted: "Brother Xueming! Get up quickly! If Boss Ye catches you being lazy, he will be angry!"

"Oh! Oh!" Liusan stood up abruptly, and the sudden dizziness was so terrifying. This fleshy body has been malnourished all year round, as if it would collapse when the wind blows.

There was still a red mark on his face, which was the mark from when he pillowed his arm, like a slap in the face.

Ye Bei walked out of the warehouse, and when he saw the little guy Xue Ming, he talked to his sister at the front desk.

"You're already a freshman, and he's only seventeen. What do you call Brother Xueming? You know how to pretend to be tender."

The girl at the front desk heard it, and immediately stuck out her tongue with Boss Ye to make faces, while passing milk tea and snacks to the guests outside.

"Boy, you're always up late." Ye Bei sat next to Liu Shisan and patted his shoulders: "They all look depressed. I know what's going on in your family, but young people should be more energetic. You haven't grown up yet"

Liushisan hugged the teacup Ye Bei handed over, not knowing what to say. Suddenly remembered——

——[Regret medicine] [FE33031] left on Jiang Xueming's spirit body arm.

besides

Ye Bei got up to greet the guests, and said something to Liu Shisan.

"It's still too early for you to become a frowning adult."

Immediately afterwards, Liu Shisan touched the new mobile phone under the big teapot. This was his first day working in the milk tea shop. He had a new mobile phone and a new number. Even his adoptive parents could not find him. Only Bai Lu knew the number. .

Sixty-three typed along the address book.

"Bailu."

"Brother! I'm in class!~"

"Bai Lu, I."

"Is there something urgent? Dad found us? Did he run outside the county to find us?"

"not me."

"Don't don't don't, if it wasn't for this thing, I would have hung up. Tomorrow is the mock exam. The teacher is here! Will you come to pick me up after class?"

"I will! I will. I will. I will."

The roar of the coach came from the other end of the phone.

"Jiang Bailu!—"

Sixty-three curled up on the marble table at the delivery place. The scorching sun scorched the stone table. He just hunched over, trying to hold his helmet and mobile phone in his arms, sobbing and shedding hot tears, over and over again. To put it bluntly, I repeatedly reminded myself to keep [normal] and maintain a natural mind.

"Head up, head up."

"Go forward."

Wood Plucker pushed open the door of the plane's lavatory.

Jiang Xueming was still in shock——

——He hugged Liushisan's body, but didn't know what to do.

"Captain! Who is this guy? Why did he attack me?"

Without thinking, Wood said, "Maybe it's Batman?"

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Jiang Xueming couldn't understand.

Wood lowered his head and carefully observed Liushisan's face.

"Why else is he laughing all the time? He must have met his nemesis—did you feed him some kind of nerve gas? Turned him into a Laughing Bat."

Jiang Xueming was incredulous: "I don't understand, this guy wanted to hit me as soon as he entered the door! I immediately fought back, and he fell asleep after being punched by me?"

Wood Pluck snapped his fingers.

"Take it back first."