Foreword:
[We do not live in this world by the grace of God. ]
[——Nikita Sergeyevich Khrushchev]
[Part 1·Pursuit]
In the restaurant of the terminal building, Xueming had dinner with this strange train conductor.
He still didn't dare to let down his guard because this series of things was too weird.
"Mr. Wood, I have many questions in my mind."
Xueming decided to get straight to the point and get straight to the point.
"Why do you look almost exactly like someone I know?"
The conductor's ID and the phone call to the train platform were real, but Wood Placker's face looked fake.
For example, when we are traveling abroad, the colleague in the unit next door looks exactly like the uncle from back home.
Can such a coincidence happen in the world?
Wood Placker raised Kuaizi and held the bowl of sea food. He saw Kuaizi holding the soup dumplings and shaking them dry, looking very skillful.
"You mean Adams Vihar?"
Jiang Xueming: "Adams Vihar?"
Wood: "Yes, no impression?"
Jiang Xueming heard this name for the first time.
"No."
Wood continued: "That is Chen Fugui - an American from Texas. The name on his ID card and driver's license is Adams Vihar. He came to China a long time ago to seek life."
Jiang Xueming: "Yeah"
Wood: "He looks exactly like me, right?"
"Except for your demeanor and temperament." Jiang Xueming described: "You are full of energy."
"The smell of sulfur." Wood joked: "I use Fade sulfur soap."
"Ha" Xueming pursed his lips and said quickly: "No, Mr. Wood, I said your spiritual pressure and soul power smell like explosives. I often come into contact with these things, and I can often smell firearm primers." The smell of mercury fulminate and explosives.”
Wood put a coin into the vending machine and dropped a bottle of Coke. He flicked his thumb and pressed the detonation switch, and the Coke's alloy bottle cap flew into the sky with a "wave". Finally, the Coke was delivered to Xueming.
"Go on, drink when you are thirsty."
"Mr. Wood, are you and me, Uncle Chen," Jiang Xueming thought for a moment, and finally changed his mind, "and this Adams Vihar, twin brothers?"
Xueming doesn’t know much about Boss Chen——
——When I was struggling to survive in Hengyin, I also saw the recruitment notice of the paper-making shop. Boss Chen saw that Xueming's face was easy to attract customers, so he sent him to work in Brother Ye Bei's shop.
He was a very kind and approachable uncle. He called Ye Bei [Xiao Bei] and Xueming [Xiao Jiang]. After hearing the story of Xueming's family, he immediately lent him two months' living expenses without asking how long it would take to pay him back. .
In Hengyin, borrowing money is basically equivalent to doing charity. Jiang Xueming only felt lucky to meet someone like Uncle Chen.
Now, he bumped into a guy who looked exactly like Uncle Chen in the Abyss Railway system, which had to make Xueming cautious.
When Woodpluck heard the question——
——He finished all the dumplings and seemed to have been thinking about them for a long time.
"no."
Jiang Xueming then asked: "Then why do you two look so similar?"
When talking about this matter——
——Xue Ming was very, very curious inside.
When he heard about [Tianshu] from Brother Ye Bei, he only knew that it was a sister unit of the Abyss Railway.
So he thought - maybe Plak and Uncle Chen are a pair of brothers. The inspiration and spiritual pressure of these brothers are different from ordinary people, so one went to Tianshu and the other to Jiujie.
The one in Tianshu became a good partner of Brother Ye Bei.
This one in the Nine Realms has become the proud and ruthless train conductor.
Wood asked, "Is this important?"
Xueming could feel that the commander seemed reluctant to answer this question, but he still decided to break the casserole and ask the question. Before the other party showed anger or resistance, people would not look back on this day. After all, this is about visiting Uncle Chen's house during the holidays, and it is very important to prepare some gifts.
"Very important."
Wood didn't mind much, he just thought this little guy was interesting.
"It's a long, long story. It's completely different from the twin brothers you imagined, or the cloning technology. Adams Vihar and I, also known as Chen Fugui, the two of us look exactly the same. If we compare it Telling it like it is from beginning to end, we should miss the plane.”
"Wait a minute." Jiang Xueming finally felt something was wrong: "Captain Wood! Are you taking the same flight as me? Are you going to HK?"
Wood: "I decided to go with you."
Jiang Xueming: "Why?"
Wood: "You have the amulet of Ao rhen Ming De on you, right?"
Jiang Xueming: "Yes. How did you know?"
Wood: "When I was in close contact with you, just when you were repairing the belt on my trousers and we were almost touching, I felt the BOSS's spiritual pressure - which comes from the red mountain stone."
Jiang Xueming was surprised: "Did you do it on purpose?"
Wood hugged each other and crossed his legs.
"All self-introductions are not as clear as the collision of spiritual bodies."
Jiang Xueming finally woke up. The train conductor in front of him was definitely a genius.
With that calm and calm aura, he risked his bare buttocks in the cold wind and acted recklessly. In just ten minutes, Jiang Xueming's spirit body and belongings were clearly found.
Jiang Xueming: "So."
"I want to protect you, Jiang Xueming. If something goes wrong with the BOSS, I will lose this job." Wood said bluntly: "If you die on the return journey, I will also take the BOSS's life amulet with me. , returned to the Nine Realms to die."
Jiang Xueming's eyes widened.
"Am I in danger?"
"If my guess is correct." Wood Plunk explained his conjecture: "From the information obtained from the broken log, you have just returned from Red Star Mountain, and it is a VIP trial mission - Kingdom of Heaven. The cultists on the ladder have seen you, and there will always be fish that slip through the net and will pass on your information to others."
Jiang Xueming: "Have I been targeted?"
Wood took out two tickets from his pocket and handed one to Jiang Xueming.
"I can find you, which means that others can also find you. During the harvest season, the people of the Crazy Butterfly Holy Cult are celebrating the carnival. At first, I just wanted to chat with you. After I learned that After you got the red mountain stone, I changed my mind."
After saying this, Mr. Wood took out the teaching qualification certificate of Galahad Magic Academy from his pocket.
"I am Balazon's magic teacher, teaching people all over the world how to control their soul power. The path of soul growth does not just end the moment you break out of the cocoon and become a butterfly - it is just the beginning. You are just one step away from this point. It would be a pity if he died at this juncture when he was short of the last step, and BOSS would be sad for a long, long time."
To be honest, Xueming felt very unsure.
This rhetoric is very similar to traditional metaphysical fraud traps.
For example, "You are in a bloody disaster, and I have a way to help you get through it." This is a classic trick of a charlatan.
If it is true as Wood Placker said, Stairway to Heaven has leaked information about all the members of the Red Star Mountain Attack Team, at this moment, Jiang Xueming, who is alone, is like a piece of fresh fat, and has been targeted by many carnivores. .
Jiang Xueming: "Can you protect me?"
Wood: "No."
When hearing these words, Xueming felt inexplicably relieved.
If Wood Plaque really swore that "Brother will keep you safe" - Xueming would definitely run away.
Jiang Xueming: "Can you keep the red mountain stone?"
Wood: "I'll try my best."
Jiang Xueming immediately took out his diary, fighting spirit igniting in his eyes.
"Mr. Wood, our flight path."
Before he could finish speaking, Wood immediately answered.
"Starting from Reykjavik, Iceland, crossing the Arctic, stopping at Vladivostok's Great Peter Bay for three hours, and then flying directly to HK."
Jiang Xueming raised his head and looked at the other passengers in the terminal——
——More than thirty meters apart, there are only a few dozen people in the hall.
"Sixteen Americans, three Mexicans." Wood tilted his head and glanced at the hall: "Three Japanese, two Bolivians, one Korean, and one Russian. Judging from how often they looked at the waiting board, To infer, there were thirteen people traveling with us who were very concerned about the departure time of the passenger plane. They were ten men and three women. There was also a little girl who seemed to be only thirteen or fourteen years old. She stared at the passenger plane taking off from the runway. In the reflected light, the passenger plane's oil pipeline can be seen."
Such a strong sense of observation——Xue Ming followed Mr. Wood’s instructions and recorded all this information in the diary.
Xueming stretched out her hand: "Can I believe you?"
"Don't shake hands with me." Mr. Wood did not respond to the handshake: "My hands are very dangerous. The activation of my soul power is almost inseparable from these fleshy palms. As for whether you can trust me - I think the relationship between you and me is , everything is equal and fair, there is no trust at all.”
[Part②·Purgatory Plane]
"There's no trust?"
Xueming's eyes were out of focus, and he could hardly understand the train conductor's implication.
Wood covered his chin and raised his eyebrows with his other hand: "In the eyes of the Crazy Butterfly cultists, I am also a high-value target - if I die, three trains on the Abyss Railway will be suspended and remote small stations will be closed. They have become isolated towns in a dark world, and it is difficult for the sunlight from the station to reach these places."
Jiang Xueming: "Where there is no sunlight, mold and viruses will appear."
"Yet! Yup! Yes!" Wood applauded Xueming's ability to associate: "The story background of most horror movies exists in a relatively isolated village or town. These places are dark and it is difficult for the police and the army to project force into these places. In isolated small villages, without the help of heavy firepower, people can only succumb to the unilateral violence of cultists or ghosts, which makes the sky and the earth not respond - either die or join."
Jiang Xueming closed the diary: "I understand, Mr. Wood, you and I really don't have any trust."
"So put away your naive thoughts, Jiang Xueming." Wood Placker said: "I don't have the mind-reading ability of David Victor - I don't know you at all. But you want to talk to me about trust? It’s an expensive luxury product, and I should be the one who should show a bewildered expression.”
Jiang Xueming stood up and prepared to board the plane: "So we don't have to complicate simple things."
Wood then stood up and said to the plastic brother: "I will give priority to ensuring the safety of Hongshan Rock, and then your life."
Jiang Xueming picked up his luggage and came to the security checkpoint.
"Mr. Wood, if we don't encounter any trouble on this trip and return to Hong Kong calmly, can I make friends with you?"
Wood: "Why?"
Jiang Xueming: "Because I think you are very mature, quick and logical, I want to suck. No, I want to learn some skills from you."
Wood threw his luggage into the security machine: "No, I'm not asking that. What I'm asking is, why does it have to be calm and no trouble before you are willing to be friends with me?"
Jiang Xueming was suddenly silenced by the conductor's words.
For a while, he really couldn't figure out whether Wood was joking or just pretending.
The two men's luggage invariably sounded the alarm at the security checkpoint. Until the flight attendant came to check, Jiang Xueming and Wood reluctantly handed over their guns.
Jiang Xueming: "Then let me ask another way. Nice to meet you. Mr. Wood, can I make friends with you?"
Wood packed his bags: "No."
Jiang Xueming: "Why? Because I look dangerous? Many people say I am as cold as ice."
Wood: "My wife is very concerned about this matter and wants me to stop messing around with women outside."
Jiang Xueming: "But I am a man!"
Wood: "Just because you're a man."
Xueming was silenced again, this time for a little longer, and he didn't speak until he boarded the plane.
The two of them sat back in the economy class seats, finally freed from the depressing and manic-depressive atmosphere.
Everything looked very normal. There were not many passengers on the plane departing from Iceland. In recent years, the epidemic has almost brought down airlines around the world.
It was close to twelve o'clock in the morning, and the plane had already started taxiing on the runway.
The pilot lights passing by outside the window and the stewardess’s gentle and sweet announcements made people drowsy.
At this moment, Xueming couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief. I thought to myself that perhaps Captain Wood's worries were unnecessary.
Wood also started chatting, talking about things other than work.
"Jiang Xueming, do you like watching movies?"
"Not very interested."
"What about the TV series?"
"Basically don't watch it."
"My wife is a movie fan and a fan of TV series. We work on the train and rely on these things to pass the time."
"Um."
"Do you watch Tom and Jerry?"
"Seen."
"I like this animation very much."
"Is it because it's fun?"
"Because its characters have distinct identities and can be understood by almost all ages. Which character is your favorite?"
"Jerry's older cousin."
"It has a name. It's called Masol."
"I don't remember. I just know that this rat has amazing fighting power and can beat up a group of big cats. Is that important?"
"Yes, the name is very important. I hope you will give up your name immediately." Wood tilted his head and leaned next to Jiang Xueming: "I call you gunsmith, and you call me bomber. That's fine."
"Sounds like a cartoon character." Jiang Xueming wondered: "Does it have any profound meaning?"
Wood kept his mouth shut and nodded in amusement: "I'm going to call you, so that everyone on the plane won't know that you are [Jiang Xueming]. A stranger is chasing you and wants to ask where you are. For example, shouting at the top of your voice Shouting - where did Jiang Xueming go? Our flight attendants and fellow passengers will not immediately report your location to others."
The moment the plane leaves the ground——
——Xue Ming’s eyes changed drastically.
He felt that the fuselage was shaking unnaturally, accompanied by a strange spiritual pressure that had the stench of spoiled water.
At this moment he finally woke up, Wood Placker was not joking, this train conductor was not joking, and he was not looking for fun during the harvest season.
There are indeed people from the Crazy Butterfly Sect on this plane.
And judging from the abnormal fluctuations in spiritual pressure, the soul power had already begun to take effect the moment the plane left the ground!
Who is the target of the attack? What is the method of attack? What will be the effect?
Xueming doesn’t know all this——
——The snoring coming from everywhere makes people involuntarily drowsy.
Xueming immediately stood up and went to find the source of the strange spiritual pressure, but was caught back to his position by Wood.
"Don't run around, gunsmith."
"I have to go take a look." Xueming said straightforwardly: "Mr. Wu Bomberman, I just felt it."
"Is Butch causing trouble?" Wood asked.
Xueming: "What is Butch?"
Wood: "There is a trio of bad cats in Tom and Jerry, and their leader is Butch, the big black cat who bullies Tom all day long."
Xueming: "I'm not sure. But something must have happened."
Wood: "Then what?"
Xueming woke up suddenly.
This is not about dealing with chaotic beasts or corrupt giants! The opponent is a real person!
The examples cited by Captain Wood are very vivid. What if there is more than one enemy? Are they the Iron Triangle of Bad Cats who are prepared?
This deliberately exposed pressure of inspiration is like a fishing hook, trying to pull Xueming, a curious fish, out of the water.
"When the plane is climbing, if you unfasten your seat belt and stand up immediately, the enemies on the plane will immediately know who you are without the flight attendant announcing your name, Gunsmith." Wood Placker tapped the seat lightly. The handle: "Be prepared. When the plane gets out of the clouds, I will go with you to find out the truth."
Jiang Xueming looked at the aluminum alloy armrest of the seat and immediately understood what Mr. Wood meant.
He carefully urged his spirit body to cut and shape the metal handrail between the two people, divided it into more than a hundred parts, and constructed a primitive and ancient firearm - a Browning pistol. There are no flammable materials on the plane, and you can't make bullets without explosives, but this thing should scare the enemy.
Because the enemy is in the same situation as them and they all have to go through security checks.
Before the plane lands, unless the enemy has the superpower to conquer gravity, these guys will never easily destroy the flight attendant vehicle in order to seize the red mountain stone and escape safely.
"You learn at an astonishing speed, Gunsmith." Woodpluck clapped his hands gently: "Now."
The words have not yet fallen——
——Jiang Xueming covered Captain Wood’s mouth with one hand and looked out of the aircraft’s observation window.
The fuselage crashed into the clouds, and in the thick fog, lying on the wings of the plane, was a furry monster!
The thunder in the cumulonimbus cloud flashed by, and in the blink of an eye, it was gone.
Xueming swallowed and said nervously: "The bomber was outside just now. It seemed to be observing us."
The plane broke out of the clouds and entered level flight.
Wood opened Xueming's hand and sighed.
"Ordinary people can't see spirits, Gunsmith. When you look at it, it will notice you."
Xueming didn't expect this at all, and his expression changed drastically.
Wood handed the coffee to Xueming: "Relax, this is the standard process for a duel between souls and powers. Find the target, lock the target, kill the target. It hasn't locked you yet, and it doesn't even know who you are -"
Then sprinkle an excessive amount of sugar into the coffee cup to cheer up the young man with high-quality glucose.
"——You don't have soul power. Maybe there are other people on the passenger plane who can see the spirit body. Maybe there are more than one carnivores coming to hunt. Let's call the furry guy outside the plane Butch, because he is the boldest and the most powerful. Naughty, dare to call out the soul power in the thunderstorm clouds, and want to find our true identity in this way."
As the flight attendant made the announcement, other passengers also unfastened their seat belts and walked to the toilet.
Wood used his fingers to write on the back of Xueming's hand, completely silent as people moved around.
"Butch can't wait to find us. He is an anxious guy. Just like when he sees the snow-white little female cat Tudogelo, he will immediately raise his tail and start to go into heat. He is an easy enemy to deal with. I will arrange it for you. The seat is exactly in the middle of the economy class. According to the order, Butch will start from that place."
Wood pointed toward the first-class crew aisle.
"Go all the way to the tail of the plane and try to clean up all the people who look at its power along the way. No one will be spared. Just wait, gunsmith. You just need to wait, and then pretend to be the enchanting Tudogalo. Look sultry, and Butch will show his true colors.”
Jiang Xueming's palms were sweating. He had never been a passive person.
"Just waiting?"
Wood stood up, crossed Xueming's knees, and walked out.
"I'm going to the toilet"
"bomb-man"
Xueming wanted to say something more, but the driver's casual and natural attitude didn't sound like he was lying.
"People have three urgent needs. Even if you have to fight with others, you have to take care of your bladder, right?" Wood said as he walked, "You have to be careful alone."
After saying this, Wood disappeared across from the flight attendant's cabin of the passenger plane and got into the bathroom.
Xueming didn't panic, but he didn't dare to make any suspicious moves. He didn't glance around, but only glanced at the passengers around him with his peripheral vision. The stinky inspiration pressure kept wandering around, like a ventilator. Rotten undead have entered the system.
While waiting, he touched the inner pocket of his clothes and suddenly discovered it!
——The red mountain stone is missing!
He looked down and saw the writing of Wood Plunk on the lining of his cold coat!
"Gunsmith, I took the thing first, there is no need to look for it. It is safer to leave it here with me. Don't misunderstand me, don't doubt my motives - I mean, you are safer if it is left here with me."
Xueming couldn't allow her to think too much. The passenger in the front seat was a woman from South Korea.
Her body was shaking unnaturally, as if she was possessed by a devil——
——Her trembling hands sometimes clenched the chair handle and sometimes hit the table. It was only when Xue Ming smelled the strong smell of blood that she leaned forward and looked forward.
That scene almost left him stunned!
The woman's boarding pass was covered in blood, and she could only vaguely see the name of the passenger [Park Jung Hye].
Looking further up, her sternum was exposed, spilled on the floor of the passenger plane together with the plastic implants.
Blood was spurting out from her mouth, nose and eyes, and the red liquid coming out from both sides of her ears had already dyed her hair red!
The nails on her hands were turned outward, as if she had been disembowelled, and her eyes were white and lifeless!
The dirty hairy spirit was like maggots, burrowing in and out of the woman's throat, and emerging from the skin of the skull, as if it could control the poor woman's brain nerves.
Xueming's SAN value was plummeting, but he couldn't hesitate at this moment!
Don't let others see it! Act like a normal person!
"Flight attendant! Flight attendant! Where is the flight attendant!" Xueming shouted at the top of his lungs: "Come on! Come on! Call the doctor from the flight attendant team over! Hey!"
Passengers everywhere looked at this place curiously. When they saw this tragic scene, they all had disgusting and frightened expressions.
When the flight attendant rushed to the scene in response to Xueming's call, she immediately let out a sharp scream——
——Pu Huizhen’s body stood stiffly, with gurgling blood still flowing out of her facial features and seven orifices.
Xueming breathed heavily, and his beating heart raised his blood pressure. He couldn't help but think about the way he died. The injuries caused by this kind of soul power attack, this kind of terrifying method similar to mind control, I'm afraid it would take thousands of dollars to do it. No magic pill can cure it.
The doctor from the flight attendant team arrived and finally took the body away.
The flight attendant sent several frightened passengers to the cabin. The little girl was so frightened that she had to work hard and comfort the passengers awkwardly.
"Gentlemen, ladies, the doctor will tell us that the cause of death of this passenger was probably food poisoning before boarding the plane, and he was stimulated by hot and cold airflow or changes in air pressure during the climb of the plane."
"What nonsense are you talking about! She dug out her own throat! Ribs and lungs!" A man yelled: "She is bleeding from all her orifices! It's like she has been poisoned by coagulation toxins. Puff, puff, spurt blood!"
"There is a ghost on this plane. There is a ghost on this plane. I just saw a strange thing lying on the wing!" A panicked woman's vision was too high and she could already see the spirit body: "I want to get off the plane. , I will go down immediately."
The flight attendant almost went crazy: "Madam! Please wake up! We are now at an altitude of more than 8,000 meters."
The woman came from Bolivia and shouted in Spanish: "Then give me the parachute! I want to jump!"
At this moment——
——Xue Ming felt a deep-seated coldness coming from her ankles.
He suddenly turned his head and looked around. At his ankle, through the crack of the aircraft safety door, a bunch of dirty hair came in, gathering into a furry hand, like a soft snake, slowly sliding over his ankle. The skin moved in the direction of the woman who just kept saying that she wanted to jump off the plane.
This guy! Looking for inspiration to reach your goals!
As long as you can see it! It is ready to kill everyone!
where is it? The range covers almost the entire aircraft!
The skin on the ankle does not feel itchy, nor is it poisonous——
——What method does it use to kill people? !
Just when this ball of fluffy spirit was about to touch its target, the unconscious Bolivian lady was still venting her anger in horror while using a Spanish curse.
Xueming simply couldn't sit idly by! There are crazy beasts from the Butterfly Holy Cult! Kill people under his nose!
He was about to call his spirit body and give this ball of hair a few punches. With the strength of his spirit body, he might break the floor of the passenger plane!
At the critical moment, the flight attendant pushed the noisy female passenger out of the customer service room and sent her to the first class cabin.
The fur ball-shaped spirit body squirmed slowly, was pinched by the ruthless isolation door, and then shrank away from the safety door.
Just like that, it seemed that the crisis was over. The frightened guests yelled and cursed and asked the soft and polite flight attendant to send him back.
Until Jiang Xueming was about to return to his seat——
"——Can you stay with me for a while?" The flight attendant took off her hat, as if she was scared: "Sir, can you stay with me for a while? I'm really scared."
Xueming decided to stay because there was a toilet opposite the cabin and Mr. Wood was in the toilet.
"I'm scared too. Miss, I don't know what to say. I'm sorry, I can't give you courage."
The flight attendant burst into tears. When all the other customers were gone, she began to collapse and was finally freed from business service.
"This is the first time I have seen a corpse. There have been people who suddenly fell ill on airplanes before, but they are definitely not like the Korean lady's symptoms. It's really true."
