John Bogue. Or Jiang Borg.
This is the name of the horror artist. He does not belong to any branch of the Crazy Butterfly Holy Cult, but is inextricably related to the Almighty Hand.
More than a hundred years ago, an explosion occurred near Tunguska, Siberia, Russia.
An asteroid with a diameter of 65 meters hit the earth, destroying the coniferous forest covering an area of 2,000 square kilometers in the area, and leaving behind many Lonsdale stones.
This kind of hexagonal diamond is very precious. In that era, to create such a huge impact pressure and heat while retaining the hexagonal lattice of graphite and the hardness of diamond was as difficult as reaching the sky, and it was like a magic miracle.
These extraterrestrial meteorites returned to the Nine Realms Station, and formed a gift of pyroxene with a child from the Spirit Witch Shaman family who had just grown up. He was John Borg.
John, who had obtained the white stone, could have taken over the duties of the train conductor. He had outstanding talent, and Ling Weng and Aohun Mingde were very optimistic about this young man with abundant energy and transcendent inspiration.
But things are not as simple as the station imagined. This spirit wizard is obsessed with ancient mysterious forbidden knowledge. In his opinion, whether it is the mad butterfly or the station imitating the soul power of the mad butterfly, as well as the rune divine power, they all have one thing in common. of origin.
In the ocean of the underground world, tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of meters deep, in high-energy and high-temperature zones close to the extreme depths of the earth's core, there are even greater life forms. Those things are far weirder and weirder than giants or disaster beasts, and more terrifying than the giant things spread among the towns in the underground world.
Not to mention inspired psykers, even ordinary people who have contact with them will have their brains shattered and their nerves collapsed under the powerful psychic pressure, and they will instantly fall into the eternal torture of madness and chaos.
A hundred years ago, John Borg obtained Mingde's remains and a powerful meteorite. Armed with a staff and a stone, I joined the Almighty Hand without hesitation, starting from the little finger and working my way up to the thumb, just to better understand the impact of the Mad Butterfly on various creatures and its transformation of the natural environment.
He wants to follow this clue to find the ancestors of Mad Butterfly and the truth of life.
In fact, he succeeded. After visiting many giant palaces or demon ruins, this psychic scholar deciphered an extremely important message from the texts of various ancient ruins of prehistoric civilizations.
What that message means is——
[——The earth is a living thing. ]
There are tens of thousands of stars in the sky, based on the known history of mankind, which is constantly overturned and reorganized, and the geographical chronology and biological composition are re-understood. John Borg believes that the earth has a pulse, has intelligence, has consciousness, and has a brain.
Biology to the earth is like viruses to the human body.
Every mass extinction is like the earth updating its immune system and virus library.
Life needs the help of viruses to move from the ocean to land.
And this blue planet full of life is preparing to select the most powerful poison king in the biosphere through repeated sievings and natural selections to transform and correct its wild and backward [physical essence], so as to escape from nature. Gravity, escape the control of the sun, escape the sad fate of other dead planets, and evolve into new life forms.
Perhaps one day, it will put on iron armor, install an engine, and fly to other star systems. It emits light, grows facial features, turns into a head, and speaks to the children.
Going back a hundred years to John Borg's time, he believed that humans were one of the candidates for this trial.
Regardless of other evolutions or conjectures, at the bottom of Niflheim's trench, there really is a huge thing that looks like a mud flow and a thunder structure, which is its synapse.
John wished to make contact with it and called it the "primordial seed".
No matter where it comes from, is it an alien? Is it a parasite? Or a native creature? Are they native to the solar system? None of this mattered to John.
Almost like Jiang Xueming, this powerful psyker emerged from his cocoon and became a butterfly in just one year.
People in the underground world spread word of mouth that he is the reincarnation of hundreds of shaman souls, and the soul power contained in his body is almost incalculable.
He does not work for anyone, never participates in the struggle of any forces, and does not have any interests with any Senate or the Blood Butterfly Sect. Everything is just to explore the mystery of the [Original Seed].
Ao Ruimingde warned John dozens of times to stop exploring the [Original Seed]. The boss believed that all psychic research should stop at [Soul Power].
Before Guangling could transform into a modern army, the Green Gold Guards and the members of the Stone Guild headed by the King Hunter at that time pursued and intercepted John.
In the end, this powerful psyker lost his physical body during the experimental ceremony to search for the "primordial seed", and he became a powerful spiritual energy body.
The moment his physical body connected with the [Primal Seed], a powerful spiritual storm destroyed half of the city in the sixth area. The spiritual tentacles of Mother Earth grew freely in his brain, spreading fresh vitality.
Homo sapiens and various animals and insects were infected by this divine power and instantly turned into flesh-and-blood suture monsters. These life samples became their rich source of inspiration in the eyes of the Crazy Butterfly cultists, and then the rituals of blood donation were various.
The disaster caused by John Borg became a lingering shadow of terror in Ao Mingde's heart. From then on, any material about giants or other prehistoric civilizations was subject to the highest level of confidentiality agreement.
The stronger the inspiration, the more obsessed with these things, as if it is a curse of knowledge.
They establish a connection with the [Primary Seed], just like human bombs, which will tear apart the barriers of space in an instant, reconstruct the flesh and blood from the skull, and like flowers and fruits, beautiful flowers that breed new life will grow. , and then other surrounding life forms will also be affected by this spiritual radiation and begin to merge and mutate.
The Vita Brand and the Crazy Butterfly are terrifying beings born from this flower.
The Lonsdale Stone held by John Borg was recovered by relevant personnel at the station and can no longer be recast on the Shining Path. Other passengers cannot obtain this colorless stone. John was originally [Anonymous]'s talker and held Mingde's bones, but these bones fell into the hands of Jiang Xueming.
A hundred years later, this legendary god-man finally escaped from the spiritual storm of the [Primal Seed] and returned to the human world again. He gathered four souls and formed a circus team, and was preparing to inquire about information in the mortal world to see what the psykers of the new era had become.
He gave his good brothers four simple and easy-to-understand names.
They are Archdeacon Sigmar - the eighteenth Greek letter.
Alpha bartender - first Greek letter.
Beta Singer - the second Greek letter.
and the middleman Omega - the last Greek letter.
[The horror artist] appears in this city for nothing more than a few very simple purposes. But before achieving these goals, they encountered a little resistance.
During the trial operation in the past two months, some people had already set their sights on this store.
As soon as the middleman Omega's industrial and commercial qualification certificate was issued, Tianshu's armed group issued a wanted order for this person.
The members of the Horror Artist realized that there seemed to be an unidentified supernatural armed force in this land of China that was secretly investigating them.
While Sima Yao visited the store to collect information, Omega also collected specific information about the local police for his master.
The person who controls psychic disasters here is called Ye Bei. He is a law enforcer with powerful psychic powers.
Just today, Jiang Xueming took over Brother Ye Bei's shift and took Brother Ye Bei's receipt to deal with the spiritual disaster.
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Back to business.
Steward Sigma calls himself Sir——
——He came from France in 1557. His real name was Jacques Cartier. He worked with many explorers to build New Zealand and hoped to find a new route from Europe to the east.
In Xueming's eyes, this lonely ghost did not have any physiological characteristics of body temperature and heart rate. It was like a puppet made of leather and paint.
Lord Sigmar worked hard for his master's cause, calculating all the entry prices and talking to the guests about the inequality of value. His job is to make money - to make a common currency for John Borg in the mortal world and the underworld.
"Our ticket price is 800 yuan. Did everyone get the tickets according to this standard?"
This entrepreneurial team understands the weaknesses of human nature very well, and can use this as a breakthrough to plunder the essence.
As soon as these words came out, the two fat and thin Toutuo behind them couldn't sit still.
The thin one, named A Le, yelled loudly: "I bought it from a ticket dealer and it cost three thousand yuan."
"Can you refund the price difference? Sir?" The fat one is called Fei Bo. He is a good friend of the same club as A Le. Both of them work in Huadu Nightclub. They are undercover security guards who do dirty work and are responsible for the collection of non-performing assets. , at best it is called using force to collect debts, at worst it is called someone who slipped through the net in cracking down on gangs and evil, the kind of old fritters who are more familiar with police comrades than their relatives when they go to the police station.
"I'm afraid not..." Lord Sigmar pursed his lips, and then made a condition: "It's not okay to let the two distinguished guests suffer. After the tour is over, we will offer you two thousand gold coins of equal value as a reward. exchange."
Having said this, the steward took out a small box from under the counter, containing a shining gold coin.
"This is not a fake gold-plated copper product. It is specially prepared for guests who have been cheated by ticket sellers."
At this moment, Thin Toudo Ale was doubtful. If the thing in the Lord's hand was genuine, the gold coin weighed twenty grams. Even if it was sold at a low price per gram, it would still be worth more than four thousand yuan.
Fat Toutuo Fei Bo came close to his brother and whispered, asking his friend to be more careful.
"Let him take it out and look at it."
Before Ale could say anything, Lord Sigmar opened the lid of the box and displayed the gold coins in front of everyone. Let the guests play with it.
Fei Bo and A Le hang out in casinos all year round. Gamblers who are desperate to lose often use pawned items to exchange for money. We have seen many precious metals such as gold watches and rings, and they can tell the authenticity at a glance.
The gold coin in front of me has no idea of its origin except for the picture, and I don’t know which country’s commemorative currency it is. It may just be a cultural and creative product produced by a certain factory based on the pictures on the Internet, but it is indeed real gold.
"We both have it?" A Le even couldn't believe it, but just this gold coin was enough to exchange for the wrong money for buying the ticket.
"Yes!" Lord Sigma put away the valuables and made a small calculation with the two guests: "The price difference to be refunded to the two guests is three thousand yuan?"
Ah Le: "I spent 3,188 on the ticket."
Fei Bo kept winking and shouted, "I spent four thousand and five thousand!"
"Then minus one thousand and six, I will return you six thousand and eighty-eight yuan." Lord Sigmar took out two gold coins: "These two blood butterfly gold coins are also the qualification certificates of our VIP members. Between the two After visiting, distinguished guests can use their gold coins to receive two tickets from us every month."
"Two?" A Le's eyes lit up: "Does it mean you can come and play for free?"
The prince nodded: "Yes."
Fei Bo immediately seized the opportunity to make a fortune: "Do we have to do it ourselves? What if I don't have time?"
Sir Alex: "You can also give it to your friends."
The two brothers discussed it together in private.
"This ticket can be sold for so much money. It's a good idea, brother..."
"Brother Le, it's much faster to make money than if we splash paint."
At this moment, Lord Sigmar's cold words came.
"Two guests, there is one more thing you must think about in advance. These two Blood Butterfly gold coins are worth a lot of money. I will refund you the difference in ticket price. You still have to make up for it." The chief manager held up the food scale and weighed the two pieces. The net weight of the gold coins was clearly calculated, just like selling meat in a vegetable market. They were calculated clearly: "I have a close connection with you two. Just take off the small change and give me a discount, and just pay me another thousand six hundred yuan."
A Le was still hesitating, but Fei Bo had already opened Alipay and was ready to transfer money.
All this seems so familiar and old-fashioned to Jiang Xueming.
There is no need to go through the subsequent procedures, there are too many places where you can do something.
What fell into Lord Sigmar's account was real money, and the gold coins could also be real. As for how much the tickets were worth, and whether they could be sold, it all depended on the abilities of the two brothers.
After this transaction, it seemed that they were all exchanges of equal value. Unknowingly, the two brothers became free conductors for others.
Ah Xiang wants to say something else——
——Her sister Qianqian is quite outspoken.
"Aren't you asking people to pay for your work in vain? They spend money to come here to play, buy your gold coins, and even help you sell tickets?"
"Oh oh oh! Oh!" Lord Sigmar smiled brightly: "This beautiful lady, don't say that. I have never said these words - never."
Speaking of this, Lord Sigmar changed his tone to question Fat and Thin Toutuo in a harsh tone.
"Do you plan to use the VIP qualification certificate and such a luxurious and rare Blood Butterfly Gold Coin as a tool to make money? I originally thought it should be a witness of friendship, a souvenir with special meaning. This lady reminded me - —If everyone comes to my counter, holds a ticket worth 800 yuan, and asks me to replenish the terrifying price difference shouted by their second-hand ticket sellers with empty mouths, then my small business will not be able to continue. "
Then the chief steward's tone became colder and colder, he closed the lid hard and hid all the gold coins.
"I would like to say a few words to you two with good intentions. The notes can only be transferred as gifts and can never be used to make money. Otherwise, the VIP qualification will not be available to you. I don't know how many people are eagerly waiting for this opportunity. .”
When A Le heard this, he became anxious and immediately transferred the money.
Then the two of them shouted coldly at Qianqian with raised eyebrows.
"What nonsense are you talking about?!"
"You bitch! If you say another word, I'll scratch your face!"
Immediately afterwards——
——A Le whispered quietly and leaned close to Xueming.
"Is she the girl you brought here? I advise you to take care of these two girls! Don't stop me from making money."
Lord Sigmar blinked his blood-red eyes, his demeanor was calm, upright and polite.
"Please don't laugh and fight in the store. We refuse to take pictures in the store. After checking the tickets, we will go to the first stop immediately."
Jiang Xueming didn't say anything. At least all the motives expressed by Lord Sigma so far were for the purpose of making money and not for the sake of killing. Jiang Xueming has never been a kind person. I don't have the ability to control it. Before meeting the real owner, just follow it step by step.
He ignored A Le's verbal threats and nodded like an honest and humble person.
After registering, the shelf at the counter turns into a revolving door——
——Lord Sigmar walked backstage carrying the gold coins, the cashier’s mobile phone, and the guests’ identity information.
A bartender followed at the front desk and asked the guests to talk to the guests about the necessary etiquette before the art exhibition, which was to choose a drink.
This time Xueming couldn’t sit still——
——As the shelves deflected, the wall window behind the counter originally contained various commemorative coins, which were probably for sale to cope with different price differences. Gold coins come in various sizes to suit a variety of situations, and provide equivalents based on the bids made by the bully.
What follows is no longer an exchange of equal value.
The bartender also has red skin and red eyes, young and energetic, with a mouth full of sharp fangs and a hearty smile.
He first bowed to the guests and then took out the wine utensils and various ingredients. As well as treasures such as cellar wine and other treasures, there are also bottles and jars of different sizes. Some small jars are filled with dense red scale powder, just like the mechanically processed freeze-dried powder after the Mad Butterfly has been ground into powder. Prepare drinks.
"I will prepare thirst-quenching drinks and snacks for several distinguished guests at the exhibition. This is the menu."
A menu thick enough to be bulletproof remains on the counter.
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Right now, right now.
Lord Sigmar returned to his master.
In front of the messy workbench, many research notes and engineering drawings were piled next to Lulu Rabbit.
The fierce pink monster was rubbed and caressed by a large hand.
The owner of the hand is like the big devil in hell, like the firewood that fueled the king's fire has become exhausted.
Under the red skin are dark blood vessels. Like his men, John Borg has a pair of bright red eyes.
Sigma said: "Master, the matter is settled, but Ye Bei didn't come."
John Borg waved his hand: "It doesn't matter, let's perform as usual."
Sigma asked: "The person who replaced him seems to be a newbie."
John continued: "Then let him have fun and provide good service."
Sigma looked suspicious: "No need for special treatment? Are you trying to scare him?"
"No need." John tilted his head and scratched the little rabbit's neck: "I'm just here to make money, not to risk my life, Sigma - Thumb just sent me a message, you can take a look, I can't understand it. Please explain to me the meaning of Internet buzz words in modern society."
Sigma took the owner's cell phone and looked at the text message records of the emergency contacts.
[Get the hell away! senior! Your IP address is displayed in Hengyin City! If you are still doing some weird blood ceremony, it is like the third prince of the Dragon King running to Chentangguan to surf Nezha - he wants to find an old Chinese doctor to relax his muscles and bones! all in all! Get the hell away! ]
Sigma couldn't quite understand it, because he had only been unearthed for half a year and still needed to learn many survival rules in modern society.
"I don't understand."
John also didn't take it to heart.
"I don't quite understand. Could it be that opening a shop here, planting some Vita brand on the lucky ones who come to us voluntarily, conducting experiments with blood-giving ritual props, and collecting experimental data will bring about any disaster? Is it the end of the world? disaster?"
Sigma stood next to his master, shrugging helplessly.
"Nowadays, the Almighty Hand is really inferior to every generation. Master, I think it is understandable that these little guys would react so strongly and be so fearful. They are weak and cannot protect themselves. Who is this thumb of yours? ? If it’s not an important person, there’s no need to contact him anymore.”
John: "After I left the Almighty Hand, this little guy once asked me for help, and I saved his life. Maybe he wanted to repay the favor in this way?"
"Cunning little thing!" Sigma scolded: "Is this guy going to repay his kindness with his words? I hate bad people who only talk but don't do anything!"
John thought about it for a while, but still couldn't figure it out, so he finally stopped thinking about it.
He deleted this text message conveniently, just like he deleted the online loan reminder text message from last month. After all, starting a business requires start-up capital——
——Just pretend it doesn’t exist.
