Abyss Train

Chapter 789 CountDown① [Innocent World·Innocent World]

Foreword:

Of course you can quote famous quotes when making your point, but famous quotes are not necessarily correct, and reasoning is not as useful as physics.

——Fox Husband

On November 1st, the morning mist had not yet completely dissipated.

Eureka Volcano City ushered in a new sunrise. The sun should be new, and perhaps everything should be new as well.

Fayi Frosalin, struggling in the straitjacket, thought: Is it too late to admit defeat and surrender completely now?

But as the days passed, this dark cage seemed to show no signs of opening. No matter how she called out to [Divine Grant], the spiritual light that had always protected her, hurt her, helped her, or even killed her - had disappeared.

Xueming and Liuxing sat on the side railing of the Siberia frigate, watching the warship gradually approach the shore, seeing the port of Aduriz getting closer and closer, and seeing the vast ocean of golden wheat ears.

Finally it's time to say goodbye -

"——Axing."

Bu Liuxing was still talking and laughing, and he couldn't stop talking about family matters.

"Brother Ming! Shanshan gave birth! It's a girl!"

Xue Ming: "You've said it for the third time. I know - but I don't know who it is that says "one pregnancy makes one stupid for three years"

"Hey! Hey hey hey!" Liu Xing squeezed against Xue Ming's side and pushed Xue Ming with his elbow. With this abundant wolf essence, it was easy for him to bully the gunsmith. "Hey, tell me, tell me! Let's arrange a marriage for children! Can your three brothers compete for my daughter?"

Xue Ming was pushed towards the ship's tower by the burly man. "Let them write their own story. I don't like arranged marriages."

"It's finally over!" Meteor opened his arms and hooked on the guardrail like a big starfish. "It's finally over!~ I can finally take a break!~ Brother Ming! Let's go traveling!~ I have so many places to go!~"

Jiang Xueming: "Occasionally, I don't really like going out. Especially going far away."

Bu Liuxing: "We ran so far! It must be 10,000 kilometers, right?!"

Jiang Xueming: "If you count the round trip, it should be more than 28,000 kilometers, taking a boat, walking, riding a car, riding a motorcycle, and paragliding."

Bu Liuxing widened his eyes——

“——Wow!”

Jiang Xueming: "Thank you, Ah Xing. Without you, I wouldn't be able to walk this far."

"Why are you saying all this nonsense!" Liu Xing was embarrassed, and laughed so hard that his eyes couldn't be seen: "I told you! Let's get together! We will definitely kill a lot of people - the first time I saw you, I knew you were a reliable person!"

When the crying general opened his eyes again, his companions were gone.

It's like a gust of wind that comes and goes without a trace, slipping through your fingertips and you can't catch it or hold it tightly no matter what you do.

He wanted to indulge in pleasure, to ask questions, to kill all innocence and romance -

"——Ming Ge, I have turned into lapis lazuli."

There is no answer to this question, because in the story of chivalrous deeds, the sharp sword will always rust, but the chivalrous heart will always be young.

Perhaps in a few decades, Ah Xing will grow up and Xue Ming's story will finally be told.

There are historical records of long-lived giant lapis lazuli that can live for more than 1,200 years, which is unimaginable for Homo sapiens.

Liuxing was just about to sell a blood-giving package for the BOSS, and was preparing to have a good talk with Mingge about how to spend the next hundred years, or even the next thousand years - this is why it is difficult for people who like fun to grow old.

But Xue Ming did not give his good brother this opportunity, as shown by the chance encounter at seat 3B, carriage 13, on platform 15.

When meeting someone, the first words are not a formal greeting.

So when you say goodbye, the last word definitely won’t be goodbye.

The pilot blew the whistle and the Adullis Port was bustling with people. Bu Liuxing felt as if he was lost. He just felt that everything was so noisy and yet so quiet.

The anonymous elites disembarked one after another, and slowly walked towards the Luna Best Stadium amidst flower petals and ribbons, salutes and cheers - he seemed to have become the center of the world and the protagonist of the story.

The companions never mentioned the gunsmith again, including all those who knew about the Autumn Harvest Operation. Even without the military order and confidentiality contract, even without the hypnotic rewrite of [Hell's Highway], it seemed that this unspoken rule had become an unspoken online anecdote.

The parade ceremony around the field was over, but Bu Liuxing just kept crying.

His overly slow brain finally realized and reacted -

——The person who should have stayed in this stadium to listen to the cheers had already secretly escaped.

"Mr. Zhang, your lunch is ready. There is a small problem with the luggage check-in service." The beautiful and sweet-voiced flight attendant said to Xueming, "Please remember to take care of it when you get off the Mimier Hot Spring Market Station later."

Jiang Xueming nodded, and his heart suddenly skipped a beat.

The luggage he was checking was the Beloberg.

This magic sword could not be left on the ship, and the Organization Department did not tell him what to do about the evacuation plan for Shambhala - all signs indicated that Aohen Mingde seemed to want the gunsmith to come to the fore again.

Just as he was deep in thought, troubled by Beloberg's promise to return home, a fireman came from the direction of the commander's room.

"hero."

Jiang Xueming quickly raised his hand to interrupt: "No! No, no! Please, sir."

The stoker peered around and whispered cautiously, "Are you on a secret mission?"

Jiang Xueming: "Indeed."

"I can't believe it." The fireman couldn't hold back his joy. "When Ocean Airlines and Railway Shipping Department sent the photos to me, the conductor and I were stunned."

"We are wondering what kind of shameless thief is so bold as to steal artifacts from the War History Museum."

"Belloberg, oh my god, Belloberg."

"Who could have guessed the result? Who dared to imagine? The hero from historical legends has appeared before me again. I..."

Before he finished speaking——

——The gunsmith seemed to have been subjected to this kind of torture many times.

He held the stoker's shoulder, and his gloves effectively blocked SD's special psychic power.

"I know, let's go through the process."

"Do you have a kid?"

Stoker: "Yes, yes."

Jiang Xueming tore off a page of the diary, signed his name, and drew a sketch of the gunsmith in the state of flashing butterfly clothes.

"Boy or girl?"

Stoker: "Well, there is an eldest daughter."

Xueming added a few fireworks to the sketch and drew a pink bow on the Beloberg. She asked casually, "How many sons are there?"

Stoker: "Two little sons."

He repeated the process three times, like a human printing press, and signed each one.

"Give."

The stoker quickly put away the tokens.

"——Thank you, thank you."

Xue Ming: "Please help me deliver the stuff to Mimir's logistics system to Saladin. I'm going to Saladin."

Stoker: “Understood!”

The traffic lights outside the car window flew by.

The rumbling sound of the steel wheels rolling over the rails was like a heartbeat.

Lonely and empty cavities, deep and narrow tunnels, scorching elevated suspension bridges, and cold winding mountain walkways.

The familiar scenery of the past kept flashing before my eyes. After crossing thousands of mountains and rivers, I could occasionally see people, or the platform chandeliers in the dark, or the village market under the illumination of the Fire King.

The pen wrote and crossed out in the diary, crossed out and continued writing.

There was still a six-hour drive to the next destination. He suddenly felt extremely tired and turned his head slightly to take a nap. His earlobe rested on a strong and soft shoulder.

Bai Qingqing tilted her head and looked at her husband, grinning: "What a coincidence!"

Jiang Xueming explained: "After I got off the boat, I wanted to return the sword, so I left first."

Brother Qi wanted to put his arms around Xueming’s waist, but her arms were a little short, so she fiddled with the armrests of the chair for a long time.

“Hey!~Hey!”

Jiang Xueming pushed up the armrest, and the originally separated double chair became a small sofa.

Brother Qi was surprised and asked, "There is such a function? How come I didn't know about it?"

"You haven't taken a ride in a long time." Jiang Xueming shook her head and explained with pursed lips: "Since you took your maternity leave, you haven't had time to go on a mission. The boss has been looking after our family, and he was just worried that there would be no one to take care of the children."

"Guess how I found you?" Xiao Qi asked proudly. Jiang Xueming: "I won't guess."

Xiao Qi: "Oh! Guess!"

Jiang Xueming: "I won't guess. I don't want to guess anymore. You are so old and still guessing - you love me, and I love you too. Maybe there is an attraction between us, and you found me by following that attraction."

"You guessed it right! Reward for you!"

Xiao Qi pounced on him and began to slam his tongue wildly into his lover's lips.

In order to avoid suspicion, the mistress of the Nameless Man got off the bus one stop earlier.

Xue Ming once again returned to Saladin before the snow blocked the mountains, and came to the holy land of the elves together with the pathfinders arranged by the hunting group.

He threw the White God's sharp blade back into the lake, into that strange spiritual world.

——This time, Beloberg did not speak again. Only two simple symbols appeared on the sword from beginning to end.

One is to wave, to wave goodbye.

Another symbol is a torn heart, which represents its breakup with the human hero.

Perhaps one day, when the underground world is in crisis again, the elves of the wise giants will continue this friendship.

Fulfilling his promise, the gunsmith returned along the mines and underground tunnels of the Mimir Hot Springs Market. He hired a ride and listened to the old driver's bragging all the way. When passing by the Floyd Mine, he saw a convoy of tour groups about to enter the former site of the Skull and Bones Society.

Today, it has become an online celebrity attraction and a "hidden road" in the old city, but without the perverted and crazy fire-blasting roller coaster, it seems to be a little more civilized. However, the gun fighting competition still exists, which is a traditional folk custom that must be tasted in the hot spring market.

Back at the ticket express channel, Jiang Xueming was about to queue up when the flight attendant called him to the other side.

"Hey! This is the military express lane, sir! You've gone the wrong way!"

Xueming finally reacted and hurried to the end of the line. Looking at the two empty portable windows, he suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of security - yes, this road was advocated by him and opened up for the emergency dispatch of local officers and soldiers in wartime, and now it has become a benefit for some retired soldiers.

He exhausted himself on the left and was finally able to return to the right.

We'll take a slightly longer route, from the Eurasian Continental Bridge to the First Railway Network, and return to the Dead Doll Agency. We'll tell Chief Nanami the good news.

Nearly half a year had passed, and as the platform got closer, he was surprised to find Nanami already waiting there.

"Hey! Shorty!" Nanami didn't know how to address the current gunsmith. She was sweating profusely, but she couldn't hide the joy on her face: "Hey! Shorty! Shorty! Didn't the tall one come with you?"

Jiang Xueming: "It's not convenient, he's busy celebrating."

"How abominable! They didn't even take you with them for such a good thing!" Nanami was waiting on the platform.

Xueming picked up her luggage and jumped out of the window directly -

"—I asked for it myself."

Nanami suddenly realized something and felt a headache as she covered her mottled blonde hair. Things were too complicated and she couldn't wrap her mind around them.

"Oh!"

Jiang Xueming: "I came to see you."

"I know! I knew you would come!" Nanami jumped up and down, then took out two G26s from her luggage and stuffed them into the gunsmith's hands: "Here! Here you go! I'll give you two more!"

Jiang Xueming quickly accepted it, and he was not shy at all.

Nanami lifted the suitcase and let Jessica out.

Jessica said weakly, "I calculated the time. Everyone was watching the news, so I thought you should come. I asked Nanami to look at the two trains on the platform more often when she was on duty every day. Sure enough, you came today."

"A lot of people have come to the platform in the past two years! So many people!" Nanami said seriously, "They are all from the Secret Library! It seems that they are going to continue studying the dead Rune! The short one!"

They talked as they walked, and when they returned to the ironworks, Xueming found that the place seemed to be covered with notes.

At first, it was a piece of advice to the later passengers, but then it started to include content for making wishes. A special wishing wall was opened in the residential building of the steelworks - and it was filled with all kinds of strange wishes.

Following Mrs. Enrique back to McDonald's, Xueming reluctantly ate a meal, then went to the toilet and vomited it all out.

——When he arrived at the wishing wall, he saw a huge piece of paper in the center, which seemed to be squeezing out other people’s wishes.

He was wondering who was so domineering, but after a closer look he was relieved.

  [I wish that the gunsmith UR will super evolve and become my slave forever! ~]

[——Arrogant and ruthless]

The next day, Jiang Xueming said goodbye to Ghost and the Stardust Warriors and boarded the return train.

I happened to be passing by Fangfeng Village and took a look at the fossil jungle from afar. The construction team was busy there, and I didn't want to disturb the faceless lady. After all, I didn't have a good impression of her the last time we met. The second time, I treated her to a dump truck dinner, and I didn't drive there this time - it seemed that we could no longer be good friends.

Before New Year's Day, a group of passengers prepared their annual reports in advance to avoid the peak return period. There seemed to be a lot of people on this train back to the Nine Realms.

He was almost surrounded by passengers, ranging from people in their sixties and seventies to fifteen or sixteen years old, and some were traveling with children.

According to the train operation plan, the train does not stop at Fangfeng Village, but when passing by here, you can still hear many people talking about it.

It is the first destination of the Gunsmith and the Crying General.

At first, the content of people's conversation was normal - they were just looking for something to talk about after dinner, but then it gradually became something else.

A father said to his child:

"——Baby, you have to be more courageous next time. When you enter the station, you should steal the guns of the security employees. Got it?"

The mother also echoed:

"——That's right! If you want to find a long-lasting partner, you need to cultivate your interests and hobbies from a young age!"

Xueming's eyes darkened when he heard this. He wanted to say something, wanted to refute, wanted to struggle.

But unfortunately, he is not qualified. He is not qualified.

He couldn't reason with this funny couple of parents, so he could only talk about physics.

More than 200 kilometers away from the Ninth Realm, the psychiatrist put on a mask to cover his face.

He slapped the father and mother once each, knocking them unconscious. Then they climbed out the window and escaped to other carriages at the speed of light.

Before the train arrived at the station, when the speed dropped to 26 kilometers per hour, Xue Ming jumped off the train and walked back to the Joestar Club - he quietly bypassed Sister Hong's reception desk and waited for a while on the second-floor terrace.

Bai Lu happened to be taking care of the children. Zhengyang had a strange mind and no one knew what he was thinking about all day.

He said to his sister-in-law, "The tree in front of the door is so beautiful! Can I be buried there when I die?"

Bai Lu simply couldn't understand the child's thoughts——

——She just felt it was noisy, and she didn't know where this strong desire for self-destruction came from. Her brother didn't say these weird things when he was a child.

"No, why are you thinking about death? Erbao!"

Jiang Zhengyang responded: "Because my father died! Some people in school even laughed at me for not having a father!"

Bai Lu immediately wanted to kill him: "Who said that? Tell me. I will give you justice!"

"No, no, little aunt." At this point, Zhengyang's voice became smaller and smaller: "I I..."

Bai Lu: "What's wrong with you?"

Zhengyang whispered, "I replaced that guy's lunch box with dog food, mixed some laundry detergent in it, the same color as the rice, just to clean his mouth - he ate it and still said the taste was wrong!

Jiang Bai laughed along, "Hahahahaha! ~ The teacher sent me to have my stomach washed! Can the smell be right?!"

The usually docile third child Zhen Zhen also agreed, "We must strike hard! I found some change in the pocket of the clothes my mother sent to the laundry room. It was the laundry detergent I bought!"

“Me, me, me! Me!” Zheng Er raised his hand: “I fed this guy! He was so happy eating it!”

All of a sudden, Erbao's smile turned into a serious expression. He realized that he actually knew everything - his sharp intuition could not ignore his father in the direction of the terrace, but he was not ready to face it all.

Regarding the disappearance of the Dagda's Cauldron, the boss has to spend a lot of energy negotiating with the Security Council and explaining it to the philosophers.

After Xueming cleaned up her son, she went to a special teahouse for a spiritual examination. The spirit was fine, and it seemed that the wishing cup had really disappeared.

When I returned to the cabinet as a psychiatrist, I saw the boss wearing an electronic anklet and sitting listlessly at his desk.

"Oh! You're here?"

Jiang Xueming just felt it was unreasonable: "Leader, how could they do this to you?"

"Actually." The boss casually removed the electronic positioning shackles, "It's just a symbolic meaning - a small punishment for a big warning."

"Oh" Xueming did not continue - he was originally curious about how such a small pair of shackles could possibly trap the BOSS. Perhaps he could see more exciting scenes, such as all kinds of talismans, tattoos, psychic catalysts, and tight ties with tortoise shells.

The sudden spiritual pressure was like a blow to the head, and the boss felt a chill in his heart: "What were you thinking about just now?"

Jiang Xueming: "Nothing."

BOSS: “Really?”

Jiang Xueming: "Nothing, nothing, nothing at all, really nothing."

The boss coughed, slowly changed into formal clothes and tied a bow tie.

"So are you here for fun? Or are you here for business?"