Rebel Demon King

Chapter 299 The Train Game (6)

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The history of mankind is a heroic epic about people.It describes the process of people seeking the mysteries of life but not being able to get them, wanting to know everything but being powerless, aspiring to be strong but unable to overcome their own weaknesses. ——Cheng Yongze
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When that smiling masked face appeared in the door and window, the group of people who were trying their best to push the door all screamed in fright. The waves suddenly began to flow back, and suddenly the narrow carriage was filled with weak cries.

The clown Sith took out a chainsaw out of nowhere, and said in a creepy voice on the radio: "I think you probably need this, the German Metabo gasoline chainsaw, the noise reduction is very low, and it won't be too scary if you use it at midnight , In addition, the exhaust is very smooth, whether it is cutting wood, cutting steel or cutting people, it feels great. Don’t ask me why I know.”

Sith the Clown turned on the chainsaw and started cutting the light blue alloy door, sparks flew everywhere, and the sharp and piercing sound of friction began to echo in the car.
What was supposed to be the entrance to heaven turned into the entrance to hell. The people standing at the door at the junction of No. 13 and No. 14 carriages began to push back like crazy, and some even climbed on top of other people's heads desperately. Stamped on others to crawl forward, so some began to follow suit, and the narrow, tight corridor was about to have a stampede.

Heaven to hell is but a moment.

At this moment, the crowd behind Cheng Mo became more and more turbulent. Fortunately, the strong Nicholas helped him share most of the burden, otherwise he would have been pushed to the ground with his frail body.Xie Minyun, who was wrapped in Cheng Mo's arms, turned around again with difficulty, and faced Cheng Mo, she gently whispered into Cheng Mo's ear: "Come on! I don't want you to do anything for a little gentlemanly demeanor. "

Xie Minyun's words hadn't finished yet, Cheng Mo finally couldn't bear the huge pressure behind him, and pressed his body against Xie Minyun's winding body line, the two of them let out a coquettish gasp at the same time, to be precise, it should be a muffled hum.

However, neither of them had time to think about the wonderful taste brought by physical contact. Xie Minyun did not resent those who were desperately struggling in the carriage, nor did she regret this journey. Instead, she was glad that it was not other people but Cheng Mo.

She thought of what Cheng Mo had just repeated to his father, and she felt very calm. She felt that life in this place, ending in this way, could barely be considered heroic and magnificent, but it was a pity that many things hadn't had time to try. If When she starts her life again, she will let go of her reserve a little bit.
As for Cheng Mo, he is not as emotional as Xie Minyun at all. Although he is close to Xie Minyun's sexy body, he has no other distracting thoughts in his mind. There are limited clues to analyze whether there is still a chance to get out.

He reached out and touched the communicator Li Jiting gave him in his pants pocket. Li Jiting said that as long as he pressed the red switch at the bottom, he would know that Cheng Mo was in danger, and he would send someone to rescue him no matter where it was, but Cheng Mo was very early. I just pressed the red button, and I didn't see Li Jiting appearing on the hillside with Liming, holding a scepter and riding a white horse leading the rescuers like Gandalf
Cheng Mo squeezed the cylindrical lighter again and thought: I still have to rely on myself.

At this time, the clown Sith opened the door with a chainsaw, and the blue door collapsed. He walked in holding the chainsaw with one hand. He held the microphone in his other hand and said loudly: "Hey! Hey! You can't do this, I just opened the door for you, you don't thank me, and you step on others Don't act like I'm scaring you guys, no. I'm not a horror movie actor, I'm a clown, a comedian who brings a lot of laughs."

Because it was still early, Cheng Mo's position was not far from the door. He turned his head to look at the clown Sith in a bowler hat and tuxedo. He was casually standing at the end of the carriage with a chainsaw, like The number one villain in a third-rate horror film.

This is the first time Cheng Mo has seen the carrier of the Chosen One other than Li Jiting. His whole body is covered in solemn attire, everything is so meticulous, even wearing white gloves on his hands, if it is not With a clown mask on his face, he looked like a serious English gentleman.

His performance and attire embody a contradiction, a contradiction between order and destruction!
The clown Sith put down the chainsaw in his hand and snapped his fingers next to his ear. Those people who were climbing on top of others howled in pain. It was chaotic, but after a moment, it stopped moving and turned into a mummy. The air was filled with a burnt smell, and the strange thing was that the clothes of those people were intact.

"I said don't run away, it's disrespect to other people, and it's also disrespect to me." The clown Sith stood at the junction of No. 13 and No. 14 cars and looked at the terrified people and said indifferently.

But no one listened to him, the whole car was full of cries and screams, and people had fallen into a state of hysteria.

"Gentlemen, ladies, now I need you to be quiet, be quiet, be quiet and listen to me." The clown Sith still spoke into the microphone in a polite tone.

It's a pity that those few corpses that turned into mummies inexplicably made everyone's spirits completely collapsed, and the whole car was in a state of loss of control. People began to crowd towards the No. 12 car, and the situation suddenly turned upside down.
This extremely noisy scene made the clown Sith a little annoyed, he took a breath, and said coldly with a tearing voice: "It's really stupid, sad, and lowly human beings who don't know the biggest difference between humans and animals. Talking can think. But you lucky ones don't understand this, people who have been endowed with such important abilities by God, but only scream like animals when they are in danger. It's too bad that this wonderful world is occupied by you garbage see through"

"Now you've made me lose my patience. I counted to three, and those who still make noises, you will also become mummies like those bastards who don't understand etiquette."

"3!"

"2!"

As the fear spread in the crowd, no one made a sound anymore, and many people covered their mouths with tears in their eyes, trying not to let themselves make a sound. The whole car was quiet during the countdown of the clown Sith, and those messy voices All of them disappeared suddenly, except for the vague weeping, the atmosphere was extremely suppressed, as if everyone in the carriage was stepping on a bomb, as long as they made a sound, the bomb would explode .

However, when the clown Sith counted to "1!", the little girl next to Cheng Mo struggled to push away Mrs. Evans' hand and burst into tears.

This cry was especially loud in the eerie silence of the carriage, like a flash of lightning in the dark night, and everyone looked at the little Lori in Mrs. Evans' arms in horror.

Sith the Clown is also watching the family.

So Mr. Evans and Mrs. Evans wept uncontrollably at this frightening sight.

The clown Sith shook his head, and suddenly appeared in a line floating in the air, appearing next to Mr. Evans' family, Cheng Mo and Xie Minyun, but his masked face was close to the crying Next to Little Lolita, while Xie Minyun and Cheng Mo were at his waist.

Mr. Evans raised the AK-74M in his hand, pointed the gun at the head of the clown Sith, and said tremblingly while crying: "Please let her go, she is still a child."

The clown Sith looked at the black muzzle of the AK-74M in Mr. Evans' hands, and raised his hands in the air in a gesture of surrender as if frightened, "Oh! Oh! Sir, don't do this, don't do this. I just now I just feel that everyone has completely given up thinking and talking, so I want everyone to calm down, I was just joking. If I were you, I would definitely not shoot, trust me, I really don’t want to do this!"

Mr. Evans looked at the clown Sith floating like an astronaut in a space capsule, and was completely on the verge of collapse. His hands were shaking and he cried, "Please let her go."

Obviously he pointed the gun at others, but he was extremely scared.

Clown Sith looked away from the muzzle of the gun, looked at Little Lolita's tender face covered in tears, and stretched out his hand. It seemed that the snapping of fingers representing death was about to start again.

Xie Minyun, who was in Cheng Mo's arms, had already taken out the Taurus that was stuck in the butt pocket of her jeans. It seemed that she was not frightened by the ghostly clown Sith at all, but wanted to shoot the clown Sith.

Cheng Mo and Xie Minyun posted so close, he naturally felt what Xie Minyun was going to do, he pressed Xie Minyun's hand, shook his head gently at Xie Minyun, then Cheng Mo looked in the direction of Mr. A tearful Mr Evans shook his head, signaling him not to shoot.

Xie Minyun didn't understand what Cheng Mo meant, and was a little hesitant. Mr. Evans caught sight of Cheng Mo's movement, but he didn't put down the gun he held up, but kept repeating what he said.

Seeing that Mr. Evans only talked and didn't shoot, Sis the clown snapped his fingers, and with a crisp sound, a red balloon appeared in his hand, and he handed the balloon to little Lori, saying in a happy tone " Hey! Baby, is this trick interesting? Here, here it is for you, hold it well and stop crying.”

Rebecca, who didn't understand anything, looked at the terrified mother whose eyes were full of tears, and then looked at the balloon. She wiped her tears and shook her head, "Thank you, mom said you can't take money from strangers." thing."

"What a good boy, but don't be afraid, I'm not a stranger, I'm just a clown who can do tricks." Sith the clown shook his head in the air, paused and said, "So. It's okay, take it!" After finishing speaking, he He stuffed the balloon into the little Lolita's hand, and before the little Lolita could react, it disappeared into the air in a flash and stood back on the spot.

The clear sunlight outside the window shines on the red balloon, shining a piece of white, with the boundless Lake Baikal and the blue sky, it is really a postcard-like view.

Seeing that the tragedy as imagined did not happen, everyone in the carriage breathed a sigh of relief, including Xie Minyun, who also let go of their hanging hearts. This raised a kind of hope for life in everyone's heart. This clown Sith is not such a heinous person.

But in the next second, the balloon in Little Lolita's hand suddenly exploded, countless red splashes, and the whole car was in chaos again, screaming and pushing became the main theme again
Xie Minyun, who witnessed this scene, couldn't help but almost cried out, but Cheng Mo covered her mouth with his hands in advance, making her unable to make a sound. It's all right, just fried in red ketchup, all over his face and clothes, it's just an ordinary prank balloon.

The clown Sith spread his hands and said innocently: "Oh! My God, don't you all know that the clown's prank balloons will explode? What a pity, it seems that my little joke can't bring you happiness. It's so disappointing. It seems that comedian can't become my career, it can only be regarded as a hobby."

In order to show that he was very concerned about not being able to become a comedian, the clown Sith lowered his head slightly, and made a headache expression with his right hand on his forehead, but in the next second, he snapped his fingers as if nothing had happened. The person whose balloon made sound again quickly shrank in the crowd, turning into a shriveled corpse like a punctured balloon
Almost all the people around the dozen or so mummified corpses were so scared that they peed their pants, trembling, trying not to let themselves make a sound. The glimmer of hope that had existed was burned out in an instant.
"The joke is over, now it's time to get down to business, I need to ask you a few questions now, are any of you the chosen ones? Does anyone know the God gene? Is anyone Shirkov? Or is someone willing to play with me Game?" Sith the clown asked with one hand on the wall of the corridor, shaking his head.

No one spoke.

"My patience is limited, so don't miss it," Sith the clown said with a smile "hehe".

Someone in the crowd raised a hand.

Clown Sith stretched out his hand and nodded, "What do you want to say if you raise your hand!"

A tall, thin and dark Tianzhu man said tremblingly with a Tianzhu accent: "I am the chosen one."

Clown Sith waved to him, "Come to the front, if you can hand over something that satisfies me, I will allow you to go to the next compartment!"

The tall, thin and dark Tianzhu man slowly pushed forward, and the clown Sith continued: "If there is anything else, don't hesitate, you will definitely regret it if you hesitate."

Then several hands were raised in the crowd.

"Line up, line up one by one."

Cheng Mo naturally wouldn't raise his hand. If the clown Sith said to release people after paying the ransom, he might think about it, but if he just gave the ransom to let him enter the next box, that's just playing with people. This clown Sith He is a monster who likes to play tricks on people's hearts, and those who exchange precious things with the clown Sith are just a chance of survival. If Napoleon VII doesn't care about them, or if they are not the clown's opponent, then they are just clowns after all. Sith's lunch.

Cheng Mo even guessed that it was not only for the clown Sith's mischief, but also because he was too lazy to distinguish which ones were ouroboros watches from one corpse to another.

And he also needs the audience. From his words, Cheng Mo heard a sense of loneliness, a kind of hazy sadness and sacred melancholy. In his own heart, all his actions are noble. On the surface, he What he craves is the fear that other people have for him, but what he actually seeks is not just the satisfaction that cheap fear brings him.

It was the first time for Cheng Mo to see such a person, he represented absolute chaos and absolute evil
Cheng Mo watched the clown Sith chat with the chosen ones, and then traded with the system. Most of them gave him satisfactory answers, and then walked through the NO.14 carriage. Of course, there were some that he was not satisfied with. A white Chosen One is mummified by Sith the Clown and has his Ouroboros watch removed.

When the last chosen person left the NO.13 box, the clown Sith once again concentrated his energy in the car, he shrugged his shoulders, "For me, today's harvest is not bad, these fools have tried their best to find a cross Bee, but I don’t know that the group of them is worth more than Crossbee Of course, if any of you know where Crossbee is, I don’t mind giving him a chance to live!”

There was silence in the NO.13 compartment, and no one knew what the Crossbee was.

Cheng Mo looked around, but he didn't find the train conductor in the No. [-] car who was suspected of Shirkov.

The clown Sith spread his hands helplessly, "That's a pity, does anyone know the God gene? If someone knows, or can give me accurate information, I guarantee that you will be able to leave this train alive and even give you a There might be a watch that can change fate.”

When he said this, the clown Sith's tone was very solemn. It was obvious that the God gene was much more important than the cross bee.

Still no one spoke, and no one raised their hands.

Cheng Mo touched the lighter in his pocket expressionlessly, feeling suspicious.

"Or not? Then I won't waste everyone's time."

Cheng Mo saw the clown Sith stretching out his right hand, as if he was about to snap his fingers of death again. Nicholas beside him was praying silently with his eyes closed, and he didn't dare to open his eyes at all.

As for the other Evans family, they fell into a daze after the balloon exploded, and had completely lost their souls. Mrs. Evans just tightly covered the mouth of little Lolita, no matter how hard she struggled, she did not let go .

The entire train fell into a terrible tranquility, as if everyone was locked in a concentration camp, waiting for the deadly poisonous gas to strike, everyone felt that they were in a dark vacuum, unable to make a sound, the air was There was a smell of sweat and urine, and everyone in the car closed their eyes, praying for a miracle
At this time, Xie Minyun grasped Cheng Mo's hand tightly, and leaned her chin on Cheng Mo's shoulder, and said in a soft voice next to Cheng Mo's ear in a coaxing tone: "Cheng Mo, don't be afraid! I will be with you no matter what I will accompany you wherever you go"

Cheng Mo also held Xie Minyun's hand tightly with one hand. Xie Minyun's palm was full of sweat. Obviously she was also a little scared, but at this moment she could still muster up the courage to comfort him. Cheng Mo's ears were filled with Xie Minyun's gentle breath, "Cheng Mo."

Cheng Mo didn't wait for Xie Minyun to continue, but his right hand broke free from Xie Minyun's grasp, and was suddenly raised in the air.

The clown Sith looked in the direction of Cheng Mo, "Oh! Son, what do you want to say? Do you know the God gene? Or do you know the cross bee? You can't joke about this kind of thing."

Cheng Mo said lightly: "No, neither, I want to say, I want to play games with you"

(End of this chapter)