Abyss Express

Foreword:

Everything is light.

——Nikola Tesla

The wind is biting and the desolation is severe.

The mountain monster was completely dead. Jiang Xueming had been squatting beside DB's body, watching it become completely petrified little by little before he felt at ease - this was the habit of the gunsmith.

However, the harsh natural environment also took away what little body temperature he had left. The weather was too cold. He was only a few dozen meters away from the outpost building, but the journey of a hundred steps almost turned into a matter of life and death. distance.

Continuous mental pressure and strenuous exercise will knock him down.

His stomach was empty, and his right arm had suffered the backlash of Pankrasin's combat skills. Even after being injected with a panacea, there was no improvement. At this temperature, when the medicine enters the body, it will also take away part of the body temperature.

He steeled himself, almost too tired to open his eyes. Without saying a word, he opened his legs and gritted his teeth as he walked towards the warm room. Halfway there, he started to feel dizzy - this hellish place was worse than Niflheim. It was much colder, so cold that he shivered all over and almost lost consciousness.

At this moment, there was a strange "heat" that was gradually eroding the skin of his neck and scalding his chest through the gaps in the cold clothes.

Jiang Xueming thought of this——

——It is rumored that people who are about to freeze to death will also feel this hot feeling before dying. This is an illusion.

"Am I going to freeze to death? Die here?"

Xueming shook his head involuntarily. His will to survive was terrifyingly strong and he would never give up to nature.

But his body had betrayed him. This road was too difficult to walk. His body lost water and temperature, which was no better than DB frozen into powder.

Except for two hours of sleep in the frontline settlement, Xueming had not slept for thirty-six hours.

Halfway through the road, he fell to his knees involuntarily, and then wanted to stand up, but his legs were disobedient and he wanted to regain control of his body, but it was already too late.

Several times before and after, the spirit body lost control. Fragrant Dream emerged from the body that was on the verge of death, looking at the pale body with a terrifying expression, and then was pulled back to the body due to a mental breakdown.

Under the erosion of the cold wind, Xueming completely fell into the door of death.

at this time--

——The golden eagle griffon is getting ready to move.

It knew that the powerful Homo sapiens in front of it was about to die.

It also knows that this guy can subdue it and kill it with only two arms.

It also knows how important this essence is, and perhaps if it swallows this Homo sapiens, it will be able to obtain extraordinary blessings.

So it waited quietly, completely forgetting the [story] between them - after all, nature would not require a beast to follow the benevolence and morality of human society.

When Jiang Xueming was half-kneeling on the ground, the eagle bird began to become restless, and it hid in the shelter of the porch. Its eyes were red with hunger, and the injuries on its body constantly reminded it of it, threatening it with death threats.

When the sound of breathing became weak, the big griffin finally started to take action. It got into the cold wind, grabbed Jiang Xueming's arm, and dragged the prey toward the room little by little, hoping to find a warmer environment to eat.

Halfway through, when passing by the meat drying rack, Belloberg's light could finally shine on the gunsmith. The warm and strong light like the blazing sun shone on Xueming's body. He regained a little body temperature and his heartbeat became stronger.

The big griffin was frightened, hid elsewhere, and turned back greedily.

A long, long time passed, about a minute.

Its eyes gradually became clear, and it repeatedly engaged in battles between heaven and man.

Our world is made up of many emotions—

——In all kinds of stories, they usually extol love and courage, tell comedy about the victory of justice, talk about pure friendship, and talk about unconditional trust and sincerity.

That's because real life is full of lies, and negative emotions become tools.

The vast majority of people’s lives are driven by shame, fear, and desire and anger. These emotional tools are everywhere, they are whips that turn people into animals.

Parents use whips to reprimand their children, teachers use whips to educate students, and bosses use whips to transform workers.

At this moment, this stupid big yellow chicken does not want to continue to be a slave, a slave of blood, or a slave of fate.

It opened its eyes and bravely stared directly into the bright light, blinding Shirakami's sharp blade and still heading towards the direction of warmth.

It grabbed Jiang Xueming's collar, dragged the Homo sapiens to the activity room, dragged him to the warm stove, and then fell asleep next to Brother Lang.

Xueming had a very long dream.

In the dream, he came to another world.

It has nothing to do with myths and legends, it is a very strange and strange place.

Against the background of a pure cosmic medium, a simple six-wheeled overhead crane sent him to a strangely shaped palace.

That palace looks like an office building covered with black and white barcodes.

FE204863 pinched his watch and saw FE33031 coming, and immediately waved to greet him.

"this way please!"

Jiang Xueming was very puzzled. He looked down at his clothes. It was a staff uniform. The waist-cinching effect of the suit was so good that he was a little breathless - all of this made him feel confused.

Sixty-three led the way: "Come and sit down! It's rare for us to see each other. You will wake up in twelve minutes."

Crossing the porch, Jiang Xueming looked up and saw a signboard that read——

——Space-Time Management Bureau·Carbon-based life forms·Primates·Centaur Cantilever Office.

"I told you about this. Now I work here." Sixty-three hugged a leather suitcase and wore a navy blue tunic suit. "I'm very busy. I work more than 300 hours a week - you have to ask for a week. How can we get so much time, because in this position we all have special powers to control time."

When they passed the general director counter, a flower-armed aunt wearing glasses at the front desk immediately stretched out her hand: "Sixty-three! Alpha 101121 from the parallel world."

Before he finished speaking, Sixty-Three put the suitcase on the countertop, as if to explain his work.

Auntie Huazhi was stunned for a while: "You shouldn't go through the formalities at this time."

"It's twelve minutes early, right?" Sixty-three asked.

Aunt Huazhi: "Indeed."

Sixty-three: "That's right. This friend of mine is currently in a state of suspended animation in the material plane - I have calculated the time in advance. I want to chat with him for a while and approve a leave? Just for a short while?"

Auntie Huazhi: "The big boss wants to see you for something, please remember to reply to the message."

"No problem." Liu San finished his business and took Xueming to the living room.

Crossing the long and narrow passage of the exhibition hall, Xueming saw many strange exhibits here.

Those are cultural relics from various time periods, from various other worlds or from the earth.

It is worth noting that

"Is the moon landing fake?" Xueming asked.

Sixty-Three pointed at the lunar platform and the caption: "Yes, a time traveler returned to our earth and brought back a batch of photos and fake lunar soil to the United States."

Xueming pointed to the pyramid temple in Mexico again: "Has someone escaped from modern times to prehistoric life?"

"To be specific, it should be November 13th, AD 3313." Sixty-three explained: "At that time, science and technology were developed, materials were abundant, and the Fourth World War was over. There is no existence similar to the UN (United Nations of Humanity), there is no absolute order, there is only the proliferation of commodities and spiritual desolation.”

"There is a boy named Madsen Lee. He uploaded his spirit body to the Internet as a stream of information, and it turned into a super-sized Internet virus that passed through heavy water resources equipment and oil and gas deep hole drilling around the world. The circuit has a direct connection with Mother Earth."

"Pony was very disappointed with the world. He wanted to go to a pure utopia, so his prayer was answered and he was sent to be a caveman in Mexico 10,000 years ago."

Jiang Xueming looked at the mural documents——

——There is always an inexplicable and absurd feeling.

"and this."

Another picture album shows an ancient general who led his army to meet the enemy, but faced a disaster caused by a huge meteorite. The firelight of the meteorite illuminates the general's face, and the overall composition has a sense of sadness that man cannot defeat destiny.

Sixty-three waved his hand, feeling bored: "This has almost become an urban legend in your era. The above are all time travelers I arrested personally. Let's not talk about these boring things for now."

After that, Sixty-three took Xueming into the living room. In a room full of black and white grids on the floor, there were only two sets of tables and chairs and some small toys for testing intelligence, such as a Rubik's cube and a crossword board.

Sixty-three: "You must be curious as to why I brought you here suddenly."

Jiang Xueming: "No, I'm not curious at all."

To be honest, he has reached the age of thirty and does not have so much curiosity. It seems that in this mysterious and magnificent universe, anything can happen.

This time when I came to FE204863’s workplace, I felt a sense of surprise.

Sixty-three: "Actually, I have nothing to do with you. I just want to take advantage of the time when you are dying so that your soul can leave the body at a very long distance, and then we can talk nonsense face to face at close range. Compared with the above It's much easier to be in the high-pressure environment of Shinto City - life can't be just about work, right?"

Jiang Xueming smiled and said, "Indeed."

Before he finished speaking, Sixty-Three's watch rang.

He turned on the projector and immediately saw an overtime notice.

"Oh, what a fucking monster. There is a guy who took away the 220 million prize pool at once by doubling the single bet. Did this guy travel from the future to the past? Then he bought 100,000 yuan. Lottery? I have to check him out."

"Maybe there is too much money and no place to spend it? Welfare lottery." Jiang Xueming comforted.

"No, no, no." Sixty-three felt that this matter was not simple: "The total prize pool is exactly 220 million, not a penny more, not a penny less."

Jiang Xueming: "Then you work first?"

"There's no rush." ​​Sixty-three poured tea for Xueming, "We'll wait until work officially starts."

When facing his other self, Xueming felt inexplicably embarrassed and awkward. He didn't know what topic to bring up. All secular concepts were shattered in this endless gap of time and space.

After thinking for a long time, Xueming finally asked: "Uh, are you married?"

"Occasionally." Sixty-three said in surprise.

Xueming: "Occasionally?"

Sixty-three: "I live in the past, present and future. If I can occasionally return to the parallel universe of FE204863, I can experience life again. I am no longer the Homo sapiens you imagined - time will cruelly destroy me. Hold on tightly. As I said before, the extension and growth of the parallel universe is like a tree. The branches need to be pruned frequently. If I can be free, I can step down from the priesthood and occasionally become a husband and a father. , even a child.”

Xueming: "How do you feel?"

Sixty-three: "It's very tiring, there is no salary, and there is no future in this career of talking about things. I am considering changing my job, but I can't find any suitable livelihood other than this - the turbulence of time and space is like a natural disaster. In the face of disaster, the only thing is responsible."

Xueming: "Then let's not talk about this and talk about something else?"

Sixty-three: "A puppy came to your house?"

Xueming: "Yes, the one Xiaoqi picked up is called Charlie."

Sixty-three: "I also like to raise dogs."

Xueming: "We all like it."

Sixty Three: "How do you feed it?"

Xueming: "Sister Hong is taking care of it and eating leftovers. It's very healthy."

Sixty-three: "Yes, don't feed dog food if you can eat."

Xueming: "Does the Hound of Tindalos (the name of the Space-Time Administration) also have military dogs?"

Sixty-three: "No, but there is a writer. Just wait. I'll call him over."

With that said, Sixty-Three got up and went to look for someone. After a while, he found an orc with a cat head and human body.

"This is the archivist of our library. He usually does data classification and quantum communication. His hobby is writing, and then uploading it to various time and space to find like-minded people." Sixty-three introduced the cat-faced weirdo next to him. .

Xueming held one page of the crossword board, raised her head and said, "Hello, what's your surname?"

The administrator looked very shy and didn't like to talk much. Instead, he pulled Sixty-Three's sleeves and muttered in a low voice.

"How should I write the next chapter? FE204863? Can you spit out tomorrow's update to me? It seems like I have arrived at the Holy Land of Elves."

Didn't wait for Sixty-three to reply.

Xueming woke up.

He finally returned to the human world from the state of suspended animation, covered in hot sweat, nausea and retching.

His eyes were swollen and painful. When he stood up, he felt like his spine was about to break. His muscles ached and his blood sugar was extremely low.

"Come on, come on, take a bite, take a bite." Brother Lang woke up early and brought a bowl of steaming unknown objects.

There were two pieces of meat floating in the bowl, and the rest was green rice paste.

Jiang Xueming: "How long have I slept?"

Oscar: "More than six hours, one bite at a time."

Jiang Xueming asked: "What is this?"

Brother Wolf replied with a smile.

"Our boys found green rice. I cured it, and it went out to look for food. I don't know where it got it. In ancient times, Saladin also used this grain to make wine. It is slightly toxic. It's okay to have one or two meals occasionally - these two pieces of meat are also very good, and the big yellow chicken has a lot of potential, and it only catches moles to honor us."

After Xueming finished eating the food, her body gained strength, and then she remembered the strange dream.

"Oscar, do you know about the Hounds of Tindalos? Is there a Space-Time Authority in this world?"

Oscar asked back: "Are you talking about the Cthulhu Mythos?"

Xueming: "No, I had a dream."

"You don't match your words with your words. I even had a dream! In my dream, both children knew how to solve calculus! It made me so happy." Oscar responded: "That's not from the Cthulhu Mythos. Hounds of Tindalos? Is there really any functional department that manages time travellers?"

"Then just pretend I didn't ask." Xueming muttered silently: "Sixty-three"

"What do you want to see me for? Just chatting?"

As he was thinking this, he noticed an extra note in his hand.

It was ripped from a crossword puzzle word page and made into a sentence.

"My body is a prison?"

This reminded him of [Purgatory·Pure Realm] involuntarily.

During the expedition, the continuous high-pressure environment gave him nightmares. The opponents he killed in the past would not die completely, but were locked up in a strange space. Described by psykers.

The gunsmith's spiritual qualities are closely related to the "door".

Whether it's FE204863's [Regret Medicine] or FE33031's [Fragrant Dream].

The keyholes on their chests have strong symbolic meaning.

After Sixty-Three unlocked the door, the [Regret Medicine] gave the body the ability to travel through multiple parallel universes.

The gunsmith's spirit body has always been out of control. After learning Pankrasin's combat skills, he only blocked the keyhole cavity that hindered the sound wave resonance, and did not perform the opening procedure.

In the dream space, fragrant dreams are the masters of that world. If this small world is regarded as a hardware server. The existence of [Pure World] is more like a public server established by Mother Earth for the gunsmith alone - and granted the gunsmith part of the management rights. The souls of many sinners are tortured here.

Both Secret Library and Aohen Mingde have repeatedly discussed this issue. If Jiang Xueming dies one day, will the souls of these sinners become invisible bombs and become devils that can accept summons from mortals.

Sixty-three seems to be using these words to remind himself of another dimension——

——You seem to be unable to die so easily.

It's a pity that Xueming's dog didn't think that much at all. He was starving at the time and only thought that the mole porridge was delicious. He was busy stroking the head of the golden eagle, and began to imitate the rooster's crow, reluctantly talking to you, the stupid bird. We communicated a few words back and forth.

After resting until about three o'clock in the night, Xueming was sleepy again and his body was very, very weak.

Before going to bed, he saw Oscar tinkering with electrical appliances in the hunting group's office.

After a while, noisy voices came from a simple radio——

"——Is this also possible?"

Xueming didn't know much about electronic devices, but he almost cried the moment this hellish place could still receive signals and reconnect with the civilized world.

The signal was blocked by DB before. They couldn't turn on their mobile phones and couldn't see their family photos. It was impossible for Xueming to scream about family, friendship, faith, and courage like a shooting star and just go up and have sex with DB. .

At this moment, he turned on his phone and looked at the photos of his wife and children. For a moment, he felt lucky to have survived the disaster. He is not made of iron, he is an emotional husband and father. Just like what was said in the previous article——

——Emotion is a huge energy that controls everyone and transforms everyone.

News of the ACE League One came from the radio. This is the largest competitive competition in the underground world besides the Luna Cup.

"Hey! Hey hey hey! Are you awesome, brother wolf? Hey!"

The gunsmith hugged his knees and squeezed to Brother Wolf's side, showing a naive expression: "What is this?"

Brother Wolf: "You don't know? Can you not know?"

Gunsmith: "I'm the referee of the Luna Cup, and I don't watch this pheasant game."

"The Ace Cup in spring and autumn." Brother Lang explained: "I am a fan of your students!~ In the winter window last year, two of your students were rookies, and one went to the Magadha Lions in District 10. Position 1, one who stays in the fairy tale kingdom as the cornerstone of the team."

The gunsmith was quite surprised: "Ahao went somewhere else?"

Oscar sneered: "Rebel Ninja! I thought he was Naruto, but he turned out to be Sasuke! He also said at the media interview that he would return to Daniel with a stronger attitude."

Gunsmith: "Hahahaha."

Oscar: "Hahahaha!"

Gunsmith: "Hahahahaha cough cough cough cough"

Smiling, Xueming coughed up two balls of blood. It seemed that his lungs were frozen and he breathed in too much cold air. There were some accumulated blood clots in the lower respiratory tract. During the short period of time when the blood and qi were unobstructed, laughter made these After spitting out the blood, the whole person felt refreshed.

The sweet words of Wang Xiaomei, the director of the Five Kings Council, came from the radio.

"Dear listeners, after last year's winter window adjustments, the Ace Cup is about to start."

"Nikola Tesla said that everything is made of light. Just like the messenger who brought light to many cities in the underground world, and the gunsmith who brought Beloberg's sword."

"In this spring, Shao Jinghao and Daniel parted ways and chose different paths. Although Xiaomei believes that the two did not go to Anonymous to get a job after graduation. Instead, they went to sports events through the draft to make money and shoot guns. If I had known this, I would have been so angry that I would have gone crazy."

"But that's what his old man said."

"If one day, my children and my students still go to the front line to throw their lives and blood, and continue to fight to the death against the Mad Butterfly. It means that all my efforts have been in vain, and many soldiers have died in vain."

"I also wish both players good results for their respective clubs in the new season!"

"This is Wang Xiaomei! ~ See you in the next ACE Express!"