When we passed the dusk pass, everything suddenly became clear.
The moment the train broke out of the narrow canyon and jumped into the plain, everything lit up.
King Xin shines on this land, and four branches spread out, extending in the direction of the volcanic city of Eureka. It becomes a bridge connecting Eureka and Shambala, going to the other side of the Pompeii Sea. On the other side of the ocean is Daxia. Sendai Port of the imperial court.
However, this journey will have to be slowed down later. It will be the flood season next year and the violent ocean currents will calm down, and Xueming will be able to board the ship.
Condensation water with gray-white dust slapped on the car window, and the familiar yet unfamiliar rain evoked Xueming’s memories——
——The last time I saw it was ten years ago.
The white particulate matter is the carbonized product of the fossil jungle that has not had time to turn into coal and oil after natural weathering.
Ah Feng was about to pick up his phone and take some photos. This was his first mission with Anonymous Doe.
As soon as the camera function was turned on, Xueming covered Brother Feng's camera.
"The sun will burn out your camera, don't do it."
Brother Feng responded with a smile: "Oh, that's it."
The train is almost arriving.
Like Xueming, when Brother Feng first came to this wilderness, he stuck to the car door early, looking at the dense stone forest outside, holding the free meal bag provided by the kitchen cabinet in his mouth.
Xueming took a big black umbrella from the comprehensive self-service box and stuffed it into Afeng's arms.
Then, the door opens with the roar of the hydraulic valve.
The cold and humid air rushing towards him made Feng's body goosebumps. He only had a work vest, and Xueming took a one-size-fits-all spiritual jacket from the self-service box and draped it on Feng's shoulders.
"You have to return it when you return."
After giving these simple instructions, he followed the announcement and walked all the way to the platform exit.
There are people coming and going around, and it is not as deserted as it was ten years ago. The shoes of people walking on the wet iron road, and the mud splashed have turned brown and black.
Afeng trudged forward behind Xueming, carrying the diseased bone box. He felt very uncomfortable, but he had to hold on.
Xueming rushed to the cargo compartment first. After waiting for a while, Afeng found the specific location of the train cargo compartment. He climbed into the car and asked with a smile.
"Boss, why don't you like to talk anymore?"
Jiang Xueming unlocked the wheel hub and carefully untied the wire rope locking the car body.
"After leaving the trade transfer station, or leaving the Nine Realms, I entered a state of war. It is not safe here, young man. You can say that I make a fuss, but this habit has saved me many times."
"Oh" Afeng also became serious: "Oh! Don't say anything! Pretend to be an expert!"
With only three minutes to unload, Xueming quickly backed the truck into the temporary unloading bridge under the signal instruction of the platform service, returned to the weighbridge at the comprehensive checkpoint, and after counting the materials, the vehicle arrived at the security management office. That's next to David Byrne's office.
Things are completely different here.
Xueming jumped out of the driver's seat, wiped the mud off his pants, and looked up at the four-story building.
At first it had only two floors. After reconstruction, two food and lodging stores and four entertainment activity rooms were built next to it. There are also biographies of historical figures such as the gunsmith and the crying general, which seem to be preparing to promote this place as a tourist destination.
The Volga next to the parking lot has also been increased from one to nine, and the entire parking lot has been expanded.
Going to the front hall on the first floor, he saw that the director counter was overcrowded. There were about twenty passengers who wanted to sign in. Jiang Xueming asked A Feng to get a number and sit on a plastic chair on the side of the hall to wait.
He is not as anxious as he was ten years ago, after all, his sister's life was at stake at that time.
"Hey! Dude!"
At this moment, a passenger took the initiative to come over——
——The guy looked to be in his twenties and was wearing weird clothes. He looked like
The spiritual garment was opened in the shape of a heart, and the fabric was cut and trimmed everywhere. Notches were made for the heart and femoral arteries to ensure that the elixir could enter the large blood vessels smoothly. The hair was also dyed black. This passenger was supposed to be a The blond European man chatted with the gunsmith with a smile.
"Wow! Where did you get your face done?! It looks exactly like a gunsmith!"
This energetic young man stuck out his butt, raised his waist, and posed in front of Xueming.
"I spent a lot of money to get this figure. How about it? Does it look like Anonymous?"
Jiang Xueming didn't know what to say. He felt at a loss and even felt terrified.
"Why."
Before he could finish his "why" -
——This avid COSPLAY enthusiast replied immediately.
"How do you know I'm playing a gunsmith!~Ah! I must be acting too much like you! Right? Right? Right!~"
Jiang Xueming suddenly laughed out loud and clapped softly: "Yes! Yes, yes! That's so right, brother! That's so right! You did a good job!"
"Hey!" The artist immediately sat down next to the gunsmith, and had a long conversation when meeting a fellow artist, just like in the secular world, seeing the same character at a comic exhibition, and another fan who matched his attire. There are endless things to say, "Hey! Brother, let me tell you - you are not professional enough."
Jiang Xueming: "Oh?!"
Actor: "You have to have the consciousness of experiential performance, and you have to get into that role, do you understand?"
Jiang Xueming: "Oh, what do you mean?"
The actor immediately said: "Come on, come on! Ask first, ask my name first!"
Jiang Xueming: "What is your surname?"
"Why should I tell you?" The actor immediately turned dark, pursed his lips slightly, and his eyes suddenly became gloomy, full of alertness and suspicion: "You look suspicious, we need to investigate carefully."
Jiang Xueming slapped her thighs and smiled from ear to ear: "Hahahahahaha!"
The actor is still immersed in the performance: "What are you laughing at? Is it funny?"
"No, no, it's not that outrageous." Jiang Xueming kept scratching his head, thinking that he was not this virtuous ten years ago.
So the actor wants to correct Xueming's inconsistencies——
"——Listen to me, the gunsmith's overalls period was not like yours! You can't act like this."
Jiang Xueming: "Well, tell me how to act."
“Tsk.” The actor took off his spiritual clothes and revealed the work jeans, the same style as Xueming’s when he was fishing. “Brother, think about it, what is the mentality of a thirty-year-old gunsmith? He is already famous. .”
Jiang Xueming applauded this change of clothes: "Yeah."
After changing his clothes, this young man's temperament immediately became mature.
"For a man, we use experiential performance methods to represent him and enter his life wholeheartedly."
"His eyes should be sharper. Those with dead eyes like yours can't live up to his temperament."
"You need to understand this basic theory. Look at your clothes. This black and gray winter-proof coat doesn't look like a gunsmith. Doesn't he have to wear a Morpho suit when he travels far away?"
Jiang Xueming reluctantly explained: "Actually, I was wearing a soft body armor."
With that said, he opened the lining to reveal the Kevlar layer.
The performer's eyes immediately lit up: "Oh! You can also draw inferences from one case to another, you are awesome, brother!"
"But I'm going to criticize you." The subject changed, and the strict performer pointed to a medal on the gunsmith's lining: "This is the commemorative medal for the defense of Brant Onstein. I remember this is not In such an important battle, a gunsmith wouldn't keep such a thing close to his body!"
Xueming immediately explained: "You have to make up for this, little brother. When we broke through the enemy's defense line from the suburbs to the city in Brant Onstein, my child had just turned one year old - Xiao Qi was not fully mature yet. When he recovered, he immediately went into battle and came to my side. This medal means a lot."
"Oh." The actor was a little dazed, and suddenly stood up: "Oh, that's right, that's it. That's what I said wrong. Hey, your experiential performance is very good! It's a bit powerful. I was fooled by you. Living."
"Thank you." The gunsmith smiled and nodded: "I am very happy to get your approval."
The actor suddenly felt relaxed again, sat back, and wanted to give some more advice and share his experience in COS techniques——
——At this time, A Feng returned to Xueming with the license plate.
"Boss! Gunsmith boss! It's our turn!"
The actor asked in surprise: "Brother! I didn't expect you to spend money to hire workers to cooperate! Awesome!"
The gunsmith didn't reply, but smiled and nodded.
The cosplayer gestured with his thumbs: "How much? I'll do the same thing next time! Come to my group and find a tall guy to join you, you reminded me!"
"They asked you how much your labor hours cost?" Jiang Xueming took the brand number from Brother Feng's hand and said, "You should answer."
"Oh!" Ah Feng shouted to the artist in confusion: "If you work for Anonymous, the price is a little higher, like 80 yuan per hour, and food and accommodation are included - but you have to do your best. , you might lose your life, hehe!"
"Awesome!" The actor was very excited and wanted Brother Feng's contact information.
Before the two of them came into contact, Xueming grabbed A Feng's waistband and pulled the boy away.
The two of them went to the security department. Brother Feng was still wondering who the guy was just now.
Jiang Xueming rubbed her temples while walking, feeling a little tired.
"Don't ask, just ask if you are a fan."
After passing through the employee lockers and returning to David Byrne's office door, Xueming knocked on the door this time.
Mr. Byrne did not answer—
——His eyes were straight, and he felt that the world was noisy.
At the same time, noisy voices came from next door, the sounds of two groups of security officers playing cards, drinking, and playing mahjong.
After waiting for a few minutes, Xueming had no more patience and opened the door directly.
The office is still as narrow as before. The walls on the left and right sides were originally crowded with file cabinets and information bags. Ten years later, they were all sent to the newly built archives room. There were more people coming and going, and there were more information pages. , Bourne's small office can no longer accommodate so many files.
Instead, there was a wall full of firearms, with all kinds of weapons as exhibits, accompanying David Byrne.
Mr. Bourne had known that the gunsmith was coming, but today four different versions of the gunsmith came.
In the morning there was the regular version of the gunsmith in Lingyi, before lunch there was the beggar's version of the copycat Morpho suit gunsmith, at two o'clock in the afternoon there was the winter cotton-clothes version of the gunsmith who came with his little girlfriend for sightseeing, and at around four o'clock there was the anonymous front-end version. Gunsmith in waiter's dress.
To be honest, he was a little numb. When he saw Jiang Xueming, he already had symptoms of PTSD.
"Hello! Mr. Bourne." Jiang Xueming spoke very quickly, going straight to the point: "I brought the BOSS's diseased bones here. The main purpose is to get close to the Fangfeng settlement and have close contact with Canaanite creatures - Secret Library Scientific researchers should be stationed next to the settlement, and I need their help."
"Most of my weapons have been scrapped, and the psychic catalysts in these two suitcases need to be disposed of harmlessly. The boss asked me to come here to give it a try, so I ran over here."
"Besides that, I also brought you a gift."
Bourne's corpse-like eyes changed——
"——Fooling."
Jiang Xueming: "Mr. Bourne, I'm not joking."
Bourne: "Keep lying."
Jiang Xueming picked up the suitcase, put it on the table, took out the passenger logbook, and showed the BOSS's cat paw print signature.
Mr. Bourne leaned forward to look, with a strange expression.
"The props are quite complete."
Afeng was so worried that he was sweating and quickly came up to argue: "Brother the security officer! He is really a gunsmith!"
"When did Bu Liuxing grow a beard?" Bourne mocked: "Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch, seaweed head, Peter Ho's version of Bu Jingyun, right?"
Jiang Xueming knocked on the table lightly, not knowing what to say——
——He was so happy that he almost turned from a person of daily life into a person of fun.
Bourne said seriously: "Don't pretend? Get out of here and don't have fun here. Fangfeng Settlement is now on alert. Only scientific researchers are allowed in and out of the core area. Other passengers are not accepted for the time being. I'm sorry."
Xueming was not angry. He took a gun from the wall. It was also the same gun that Mr. Bourne had used when he took them to Fangfeng Settlement.
He held the AR-15 in his arms, and Bourne immediately became nervous.
"No bullets! What do you want to do?"
In just a few seconds, the pin appeared on Bourne's table, followed immediately by the derailleur, the bolt, the barrel fishbone guard, front and rear sights, and the butt.
Parts of all sizes exploded, turning into a table of scattered corpses.
Bourne opened his mouth and didn't come back to his senses for a long time.
Jiang Xueming smiled politely and awkwardly: "Is it a familiar feeling?"
"The sights have to be reset to zero! My wife!" Bourne finally woke up and his eyes brightened.
The shrill screams attracted the boy next door, and the security officers blocked Mr. Bourne's door. They were angry at first, and then fearful——
——When they saw the gunsmith, their first reaction was to use their guns as a warning. Looking at the scattered corpses on the table, they immediately hugged their precious weapons tightly and slowly returned to the dormitory.
Mr. Byrne was very angry——
"——Can't you use other methods to prove your identity?"
He complained as he put the AR-15 back together.
"As for it? As for it?! As for it?!"
Xueming remained silent, walked to the window and opened it before speaking.
"I brought you a set of soundproof decoration materials and a set of building materials to build a lounge outside the office."
Bourne immediately changed his mind: "Come often! The most important thing I don't lack here is guests! I must come often!"
Jiang Xueming returned to the mission location: "Mr. Bourne, you just said that the Fangfeng settlement has maintained a state of martial law? What's the situation?"
Bourne spent a lot of effort to push the dustproof window onto the receiver. The spring flew out several times. He didn't even raise his head while talking about this strange thing.
"It's just recently. The new station is going to be located here——"
"—but there were a lot of passengers who came to see Canaan, and they thought Canaan was a god, a god from outer space."
"Those weirdos on the beach, you've seen them. They can imitate people's speech, and they already have the intelligence of a seven or eight-year-old human being."
"So there was a new sect, and it was not a sect like Mad Butterfly."
"A person in charge became the leader and enshrined the life of Canaan, believing that this kind of creature can transform the essence of human beings, allowing people to be reborn and gain new life, and gain the power of aliens."
"After all, you and General Crying started here. Many people believe this strange rumor. Mrs. Canaan herself is also very happy to see this kind of rumor. It can attract more humans and exchange essence with her, which can make She better collects DNA samples to study humans and understand human society."
"The name of this sect is [Afterlife]."
"Canaan became the reborn Mother Goddess."
