Shuttle between two worlds: I have a miracle shuttle door

When Joss clenched his fists and returned to the hotel pale, he couldn't wait to enter his room.

Seeing that he was unwell, the female assistant wanted to call him a doctor, but Joss flatly refused.

Joss never rolled up his sleeves to check the situation, even though his wrist was in pain like a fire.

Because he knows that the tattoo on his wrist cannot be revealed in front of others.

Locking himself into the room, Joss couldn't wait to pull up his sleeves to see what was going on here and why it hurt so much?
"Hiss, it hurts so much"

Joss grinned in pain. At first, it was the same kind of pain, but later it was like burning iron, burning hot.

If the distance from the hotel was longer, Joss might not be able to make it to the hotel.

Seeing the tattoo on his wrist, Joss opened his mouth in surprise.

"What's going on here? How did my big tattoo look like this?"

I saw the double snake tattoo on Joss's wrist, and the inexplicable flowers could only be seen with blue lines, as if all the ink was splashed on it when painting an ink painting, or like wax figures sticking together after melting.

And Joss suddenly felt that his wrist didn't seem to hurt so much.

How is this going?

Joss' complexion was very ugly, and no one knew the importance of this tattoo better than him.

It can be said that without this tattoo, there would be no famous "Death Pianist" Joss!
He can achieve such a high achievement, thanks to this tattoo!
The matter dates back to four years ago. At that time, Joss was just one of the many free music lovers in the Free Federation, and he was unknown.

The so-called free music lovers, to put it bluntly, are a group of down-and-out people who are engaged in art and can't even afford food, so they can only live on the streets and sleep on the streets.

What makes them better than scavengers and homeless people is that they can earn some money by selling and singing on the street, so they don't really dig through trash cans to make ends meet.

But I often eat the last meal without the next meal, can't see the future, can't see the hope.

Before meeting that person, Joss couldn't remember that the clothes on his body hadn't been changed for several years.

That day, in the middle of a light rainy night, there were few pedestrians on the road, vehicles were speeding, and water splashed everywhere.

Joss was holding his broken guitar in front of a convenience supermarket and howling. Yes, Joss' music was howling like ghosts before, which was extremely ear-piercing.

Passers-by covered their ears to avoid it, and finally the owner of the convenience store came out with a gun to chase them away.

Comparing his bone-skeleton figure with a sucker, and taking a look at the supermarket owner covered in flesh, Joss left with his guitar in his hands.

Joss sat on the side of the road, drenched in the light rain, thinking that he hadn't opened yet today, his stomach growled uncontrollably, and the more he thought about it, the more he became angry, angry, depressed, unwilling, crazy, jealous, and destroyed.
Various emotions were brewing, and finally made Joss explode!
He picked up the broken guitar, his fingers seemed to be cramped, he frantically plucked the strings, and roared out the messy lyrics that he didn't know the meaning of.

He was not composing lyrics, or simply wanted to vent his anger.

When he was exhausted from roaring and had to stop, and was sitting slumped on the side of the road panting violently, a soft applause suddenly came from his ear.

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!
"What beautiful music!!"

"I smell death, it's intoxicating!!"

It was a man's voice, with a soft tone and a slow speed, like a gentleman who often appears in movies.

Joss hurriedly turned around and looked behind him. Standing behind him was a very high-end pure black suit, wearing a black top hat, and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose. smile.

Beside him, a big man stood silently holding an umbrella for him.

Joss knew at a glance that this was definitely a big shot!

He is just a little ant who can't afford to eat and is about to starve to death. Facing big shots, humility and respect is the way to survive.

The black suit only asked him one sentence: "Do you want to become a great musician?"

Joss naturally thought about it, so he followed the man.

When Joss appeared again, he was no longer the Joss who was disliked for singing before, but a piano master who could make people feel the mood of death.

He joined the organization that the black suit was in, and the important members of this organization all had a weird snake-shaped tattoo on their wrists.

Remember, only important members are eligible for tattoos!
According to the black suit, he represents death, so he is considered an important member.

At that time, Joss just wanted to have a full meal, and he didn't care what the death in the black suit's mouth meant.

Of course, within the organization, the black suit was his name, and he was also Joss' immediate superior. Joss called him Mr. B!

And Joss' death code name is "Death", and he is also one of the four knights under Mr. B's command! !
When Joss knew his code name for the first time, he felt ashamed for a while, the title of middle school two, what kind of play are you playing as adults?

Joss doesn't know how many people the organization has, where its headquarters is, and what its purpose is. So far, Joss has only seen Mr. B, the only member of the organization, and has never seen other members with snake tattoos.

And Joss always felt that the organization he joined didn't look like a serious organization, it seemed like a legendary cult?
Because the name of the organization is "Snake of Destruction"!
Listen, this name is a proper villain in a superhero movie!
Which serious organization has this name?

But then Joss didn't think so. He felt that the organization must have extraordinary power!

The proof is the tattoo on his wrist!
Why does his music make people feel like they are falling into death? Is it really his own ability?
Nonsense, if he really had this ability, he would have developed it long ago, so why wait until Mr. B came to save him?
He once recorded his own singing voice with his mobile phone, and the only feeling he felt after listening to it was—Made, he will never sing again!
It's really a broken voice!
The only reason why he can be reborn is the snake tattoo on his wrist.

When he plays with all his heart, not only the audience can feel the shroud of death, he is the one who feels the deepest!
The feeling of falling into hell, facing thousands of strange monsters, and endless torture is a great horror that he doesn't want to feel!
Whenever Jos is about to sink into it, a pattern of two snakes intertwined with their tails will be enlarged in his eyes, and finally he will wake up.

This pattern is the tattoo on his wrist!
Isn't this extraordinary power?
It is this tattoo that created the famous death pianist!