Abyss Express

Foreword:

All things with potential are like dream bubbles

July 17, 2006——

——It was a rainy season. For District 11, the environmental pollution caused by the primary and secondary production required a large amount of condensed water circulation system to clear the smog. It rained almost all the time in this ghost place.

The young and promising Mr. Lawrence just got off the train, and he was going to visit the leader of the night scene here, go to the local bars, nightclubs, and entertainment venues to bring goods.

The trees on both sides of the road ooze warm moisture, everything is so familiar and so natural.

Until a strong sense of déjà vu brought him back to reality, everything seemed wrong and everything seemed right.

But has this scene been seen before? It has happened? The story has already been told?

Lawrence froze at the station's diversion gate, unable to move any further.

"How is this going?"

"I was clearly in the universal room just now, living in a purgatory where you can't survive or die! But why?"

He lowered his head, looked at his hands, and caught a glimpse of his young and handsome face through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the snack shop next to the copper heating pipe—without the deep nasolabial folds, it was almost exactly the same as Husband Madison.

Everything was so real that he could not allow him to question it.

Whether it is touching objects or kneading the flesh, this familiar and unfamiliar touch can almost be faked.

"Milik!"

Lawrence turned around immediately——

——I want to find my best friend in my youth! He was ecstatic, and the moment he ascended from purgatory to heaven, he was completely lost in this sweet illusion.

Milik followed behind Lawrence unhurriedly. He just took out a cigarette and hooked up with his elder brother to deliver the kerosene lighter.

"I'm here."

Lawrence almost cried with joy. Although he didn't know what happened, the joy of reuniting with his old friend made him let go of all his vigilance. It's just that Master Jiaozu didn't notice that the good friend in front of him not only held out a hand to start a fire, but also hid behind his side a gleaming meat cleaver.

The sudden sting woke Lawrence up!

He was stabbed fiercely in the belly—

——There were not many people in the bleak and desolate site, only Milik's blood-stained palm was left in his eyes.

Lawrence's eyes were surprised and suspicious, and finally turned into inexplicable sadness.

He couldn't imagine what kind of hatred it was that allowed the flat-headed chopper to stab into his stomach, and how much force it took to make Milik make such a big determination!

"me."

Lawrence stepped back a little bit, lowered his head for a look, then raised his head to look at his good brother's indifferent face.

"I"

He was almost speechless in pain, this physical body was weaker than he imagined, and he was more afraid of pain.

"Why? Why. Why? Why? Why. Why? Why."

A series of [why] constitute another sentence, another meaning——

—Lawrence's heart was almost broken.

"I love you. I love you. I really. Really care about you Milik. Me."

The patriarch of the Fraticelli almost regarded Milik as the most important person in his life. He was the first saint who took the initiative to sacrifice his life to God, and that was the only person he could absolutely trust in his life.

This kind of relationship is best described as "love", and it completely surpasses the relationship between men and women, gender and friendship.

"Did the Wusheng League give you a higher price?" Lawrence was caught in a dream, as if he thought he had traveled through the shackles of time and returned to the past: "Or are you better at business than me? You want Treat me as a vote certificate and sell it to others?"

Milik shook his head, this young man was very honest, smiling with Lawrence.

"You owe me this knife."

Lawrence looked down in surprise, the knife wound on the liver corresponded to the injury at the moment Milik bled to death.

When he looked up again, Lawrence was terrified!

Milik's face! His face has turned into a rotting corpse!

A hoarse howl emanated from the corpse's throat.

"Mr. Lawrence, welcome to Niflheim, this is the endless purgatory—"

The rotten and smelly palm teased the godfather's chin.

"—I think the real God has given you many chances."

Kid Milik returned to normal, smiling like an angel with a smile on his face.

"How insane and outrageous is a person to become like you! I pulled you ashore time and time again, wanting you to escape this sea of ​​misery, but it's a pity you don't want to listen."

Lawrence was in so much pain that he couldn't speak, his thighs were burning hot, and the blood stained his decent suit red and flowed down the trouser legs along with his shirt.

Milik helped his eldest brother to walk out of the station. Pedestrians came and went on the road, turning a blind eye to Lawrence's injury.

"Help! Help! Help me!" Lawrence hissed, and he could feel the life flowing out of his body.

Milik kindly reminded: "Keep your voice down, they are more ruthless than me."

"Help, help." Lawrence hadn't understood the meaning of this sentence, and looked at his once very familiar good brother suspiciously.

At this time, Milik pulled out the chopping knife with ease, and dragged and cut a deeper and more terrifying open wound.

Lawrence immediately saw his bowels come out—

——Milik handed the knife to the young guy who came up beside the curb.

"Do you know who this guy is?" Milik straightened Lawrence's head: "His name was Mark Leslie—American. Died of a heroin overdose. His kid was Silver Bailey's East End steward. Even if you kill the child's father, he will still suffer humiliation and act for the murder of his father and his enemies."

Lawrence cursed in horror: "Fuck"

Without waiting for more swear words to come out, the young black brother swung a knife and split Lawrence's head.

The Patriarch only felt a splitting headache but did not die immediately!

His insanity and consciousness are blurred, and he seems to be unable to touch the realm of death.

Milik pulled the machete out of Lawrence's skull. Continue to move forward with this pair of rotten meat.

When I came to the settlement next to Xiaoximen Street, a child was playing football. Those were black gloves when I was a child.

"After I die, every sword-bearer candidate you choose has my shadow. You give them plastic surgery, change their skin and face—" Milik handed the chopping knife to the young black glove, and said to Lawrence: " ——Use drugs to control them, teach them to fight, teach them to kill. The first assignment in school is to kill your own parents like you, and recognize you as a godfather."

Milik kicked Lawrence in the knee, making the demon kneel.

The little black glove held a machete and chopped off Lawrence's fingers one by one.

At the same time, Milik said tepidly during the execution stage.

"You hypocritical but weak scum, you want to talk about brotherhood with me, but on the most important day in your life - you killed my most respected and favorite uncle and aunt! They are your biological parents! Lawrence Madison!"

The tone ranged from calm and gentle to furious and frenzied.

"I don't have parents to discipline me, and I was born as a thief. My uncle told me that people can commit crimes while they're alive! If it's for survival! It's not my fault! It's the consul's fault!"

"I only have you as a friend, but you don't want to be a man! My aunt told me that children are treasures in the eyes of their parents, and they can forgive anything! They are the ones who can't discipline them well!"

"Why do you want to kill the people who I can't get, the most important, and the most cared about! Why? Lawrence!"

"But you still want to talk about friendship with me? Is it just because of that fable in the Bible?"

"Jesus is going to be executed with the thief?"

Milik dragged the weak Lawrence and walked over two hundred kilometers, bleeding all the way, walking very slowly.

Passing through the outskirts of the city, every time someone came up, they would take the chopping knife from Milik and repair the knife on the demon.

When they came to the unnamed village outside Tianhu City, the two came to the hospital again. Lawrence has lost a good piece of flesh.

"This time I prepared an extra panacea." Milik said so, healed the elder brother's injury.

Lawrence was almost naked, and lost a few of his fingers, but he didn't put down the fox love potion, and still held on to the box tightly.

"You. You. You. You."

Master Jiaozu was drained of all his mental strength by these vicious spirits, and he couldn't even utter a complete sentence.

Only fear and regret remained in his heart, and eventually even the regret dissipated, turning into pure "terror".

Sunny Booker came to him again, always with the worried air of a little girl who doesn't know the world.

The little nurse took Milik's chopping knife, but didn't do anything to Lawrence——

"—— Shanny." The godfather's eyes lit up. He thought that women are always weak, and they will always spare the weak. He is already in such a mess, even if it is for Hasben's sake, maybe he will forgive her. As his biological father, there is no need for an extra scar on his body!

"Leave it to me." Shanny and Milik said, and they worked together to lift Lawrence, who had fallen into a dead end, into the ward.

"What are you going to do? What are you going to do?" Lawrence hadn't finished asking—

——The moment I entered the ward, I saw various instruments of torture.

This sacred and warm nursing home, a sanctuary that was supposed to be used to cure diseases and save people, now seems to have become a torture chamber for hell succubi.

Line up from left to right, are the brothers of the Wushengmeng Zhangang, divided into left and right guards and red flower double sticks. Each wears a padded loincloth with a muscular sheen that looks great.

The leading cousin grinned, "Lawrence! It's Lawrence!"

Zuo Wei played with the thick killing power stick: "You smell so good!"

Sunny Booker smiled knowingly, took all the firefox love potions from Lawrence's hand, and sent them to her cousin.

"He even brought back all the medicine! I knew this kid was a talent!" The mage who performed the ceremony in the hall sat under the altar, knocking on the wooden fish, and praised Lawrence for his thoughtfulness and thoughtfulness: "You must serve him well. He!"

Shanny opened her eyes wide, and saw Lawrence Madison being put on an iron platform by four strong men, tied up with belts and sticks and suspended in mid-air.

She wasn't in a hurry, she wasn't angry at all, she just gave toys to the men who came and went.

"Wait a moment!"

At this very moment—

——Xue Ming had sharp eyesight and quick hands, and took out the panacea injection from the carrying backpack and plunged it into the atrium of the ancestor.

After a while, the eldest sister breathed a sigh of relief. She explained to Hasben who came to visit.

"Just now his blood pressure rose sharply, his ventricular valve ruptured, and he almost died."

Hasben didn't know what this demon was going through, but it was a pity that he wasted a medicine that the elder sister gave him.

When Lawrence woke up again—

——The fragrance store was full of dense atmosphere, and he was lying on the armchair at the door, as if he had a big spring and autumn dream of horror and curiosity.

He clutched his head, only feeling a splitting headache, seeing the rare people from the Star Realm passing by on the street, all of them looked strange, and finally remembered the purpose of this trip.

It seems to be to recruit strange people and strange people for the Little Brotherhood, to find some talents in this alien group, good or bad, without human moral concepts.

Looking in the fragrance shop, all kinds of medicinal materials, animal materials, sachets, fire folding wood and other materials are neatly placed on the counter, and the two little girls keep the place spotless. That was Duran and Sissy.

The short Sissy likes to be lazy, so she sits outside the store, watching the TV in the flea market next door, which plays an ancient Chinese TV series, the famous love story - "The Legend of the White Snake".

The tall Dulan finished his work, gave some instructions to the boss, and came out to watch TV with Sissy during the meal shopping. He just watched a rough overview and didn't have much time to get into the story.

Dulan pointed at Sissy, and babbled in broken Chinese towards the TV.

"What's so good about this Xu Xian! Bai Suzhen might as well be with Xiaoqing!"

Sissy: "Because she loves him!"

Dulan: "Don't Xiaoqing love Xiaobai?"

Sissy: "That's right."

Dulan: "A monster is a monster! Two disaster beasts love to come and go, so there is no need for these bald monks to manage! They are free and easy!"

Sissy: "What if monsters also want to be human?"

Duran slapped Flavia on the forehead: "What are you thinking! Bad things are bad things! The scriptures say that good and evil will be rewarded in the end. If a monster wants to be a human, I am afraid it must be smarter and more ruthless than a human. Means Bodhisattva heart, do more good things to offset its bad!"

Sissy: "You're right! I don't want to be a novice! It's so troublesome!"

Dulan: "Then you want to be Xiaoqing?"

Sissy shook her head, showing contempt on her face: "The two of them are so good! They can't even beat a bald donkey! I want to be the most powerful big monster! Become a big black poisonous snake! Take Xu Xian and Xiao Bai Throw them all on my bed! If that Fa Hai is handsome! Throw them too!"

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!" Dulan laughed while holding his stomach: "What a sweet dream you are having!"

Lawrence remembered clearly—

——There was never this paragraph in his memory.

This is not true!

This is by no means the real world!

He wants to escape! But there is no way to escape!

The two goddaughters, Flavia and Duran, have already watched over!

Not only them! There are hundreds of ghosts and ghosts in the whole street, and these astral aliens of various shapes all looked at Lawrence Madison in unison!

The patriarch was still immersed in the spiritual shock brought about by the "ultimate insult" just now, and was deeply trapped in the powerful fear that could almost rupture the ventricle.

At this moment, there was only a miserable roar in his mind.

"Don't come here!"