Rebel Demon King

Chapter 306 God Gene
(I still owe one more, make it up in the middle of the night)

The most famous No. 7 of Dvořák's "Humoresque", that is, "Humoresque No. 101 in G flat major, Op. [-]", is playing on the train radio. Flowing in the train, from the first car full of bones to the last dining car full of people, the notes seem to be like wings, flying out of the window with countless souls, flying to the blue Lake Baikal.

The sky is clear, the clouds are white and the mountains are green, the sun shines in from the car windows, and the white screens move with the wind.

The clown Sith wore a bowler hat and a tuxedo, and danced in the empty corridor alone. He took a microphone and sang the lyrics he made up to match the tune. The voice was funny, but he sang very hard, as if There are countless audiences watching his performance.

He seems to be trying to use this cheerful tune to reduce the atmosphere of sadness and despair, but the more he tries, the stronger the contrast becomes, bursting out a kind of terror that cannot be hidden.

So this originally bright, cheerful, and emotional piece of music was interpreted by him as lonely, desperate, and helpless.
He passed through the NO.18 car like a ghost, came to the connection between NO.18 and the dining car, took off his top hat, bowed to the dining car, and then said in his hoarse voice: "Ladies and gentlemen! Good noon! I don’t know if the clown Sith’s show for you just now was satisfactory, if you are satisfied, please don’t hesitate to give me some applause.”

The vast majority of people in the dining car just looked at him blankly. Most of them here are the chosen ones, and the necessary face must be maintained.

However, there were sporadic applause, among which Evans applauded tremblingly. He really didn't expect to face this evil star again.

Cheng Mo was among those who applauded.

He was sitting next to Xie Minyun, who still hadn't regained consciousness. Opposite him were Kuaishou Zhang Yang, Black Tiger Cao Yiwei, Zajinhua Vodianova and the Evans family sitting together, and Nicholas was standing beside him. near.

Although the Evans couple and Nicholas had some fear and resistance towards Cheng Mo, at such a moment, they couldn't help but chose to stay closer to him.

The clown Sith didn't mind the sparse applause at all, but bowed again, and said very sincerely: "Thank you, thank you, thank you for your cooperation." When he straightened up, the roofs of the dining car and No.18 car were all lifted off Turning over, like two huge towels, twisted into an S shape, it was instantly blown away without a trace, and disappeared into the dense red pine forest on one side.

So the NO.18 compartment and the dining car became convertible compartments.

The clown Sith waved his hands again, and all the partitions in the NO. Carried to a distant ridge by the fast wind.

Until the partition at the connection point flew out of the compartment, the whole picture of compartment No.18 was presented to all the people sitting in the dining car. It became a dining car.

The clown Sith stood in the middle and smacked his mouth. He spun around and said with satisfaction: "This is like a party scene."

When he turned his head, Sis the Clown saw Napoleon VII drinking wine leisurely behind him. He was the most presumptuous among the slightly nervous people. The white tablecloth, the white silk scarf on his chest, and his long dark brown curly hair are very messy.

The clown Sith walked straight over. He unceremoniously walked to the side of Napoleon VII holding the seven-star scepter, grabbed the red wine bottle and then the glass, and poured himself a glass of red wine.

Napoleon VII didn't stop the clown Sith, and the clown Sith didn't seem to have any intention of talking to Napoleon VII. He just poured a glass of wine, and then picked it up from the table casually as if he was very familiar with Napoleon VII. a piece of bread.

While eating, he walked back to the center again.

The clown Sith chewed the brown whole wheat bread, waved the red wine in his hand, and the blood-like liquid was rippling in the crystal glass, "I don't need to say anything now, I think everyone should understand what I'm going to do ?Actually, I really don’t like repeating old tunes, but it’s really a kind of fate that everyone can sit together.”

He raised his hand holding the glass of red wine, the red wine symbolizes the blood of God, "I swear, everyone is the chosen one. They are all favored by God. I don't mean to trouble you."

He took another swig of wine, and stuffed the bread into his mouth from the cracked smile on the mask, "I never have a plan when I do things, it's just that someone lost to me in the game of rock-paper-scissors, and I have no choice but to come here." This train. So you really don't blame me, it's all God's will!"

The clown Sith put his finger into the mask and licked it, then walked into the dining car, he asked: "I just want to know the news about God's gene, please tell me. Or is it in someone's body , leave it to me, and I promise you will all be saved.”

But there was only the howling of the wind and the sound of running trains in the two trains, and no one answered his question.

"Mr. Sith, the God gene is just something in the legend, you can't let us turn the legend into reality and give you the answer." Napoleon VII said without turning his head.

The clown Sith glanced back at Napoleon VII, "Oh! You are the noble who lost what kind of cross bee? I really have to thank you, I am really sorry that I can get so many things from a group of greedy people. An innocent person like you is involved, but it's better not to intervene in things you don't understand."

The clown Sith casually placed the crystal cup on the dining table where several Asians were sitting, and then lifted up the delicate-looking Asian who was wearing a shirt and with broken hair, "It is said that God's gene was People from Huaxia Taijilong stole it. Tell me now, are you from Huaxia Taijilong?"

The man tilted his head back very calmly, as if he disliked the clown Sith very much, "No, I'm Japanese."

The clown Sith didn't tell the truth from the fake, but let go of his hand, put the Asian down, then straightened his wrinkled collar, shook his head and said, "I'm so sorry, I like it." People in Japan, it is said that there are a lot of perverts there, and I like it as a very depressive country. I will definitely go to Japan if I have the chance, hoping to bring some relaxation and joy to your country.”

After speaking, Sith the clown continued to take two steps forward, then turned around suddenly, and said to the date: "Don't say thank you, this is what I should do, who called me a comedian?"

No one laughed because of this sudden cold joke, and the silence in the carriage became more and more.

Wherever the clown Sith went, people consciously stepped aside to give him enough space.

"Have you noticed that this time we saw a lot of people, including Germans, Japanese, Chinese, Italians, and French, but there were no Americans. Is this normal? I I can tell you a little bit of my gossip. The European Aerospace Defense Group and the US Area 51 obtained a gene fragment from God from the hands of the Twelve God Generals. This fragment is called the God Gene by them. It is said that it can change our body. As long as we are injected with the God gene, our body can also be as powerful as the carrier. That is the blessing of the entire human race! But these hateful people have concealed the news and do not intend to make the research results public. They did not ask whether I agree or not .” Then he pointed to the people sitting around him, “Of course I didn’t ask you. You. You.”

"Their behavior is really shameful, that's why I and the Teutonic 88th Knights came to visit you, hoping that the hero who stole the God gene from the European Aerospace Defense Group will contribute it and let us decipher it. "

The clown Sith waved his fist and said loudly: "...Let us humans enter a new era. Belonging to the era of mankind, let us become the real chosen ones, not clowns manipulated by those satellites in the sky, and more There is no need to worry about losing the power we possess inexplicably one day, and we cannot be controlled by those people and act according to their rules."

"It seems that the Chosen One is so powerful, but let me tell you, you, including me, are just some people's playthings. No one really has power. All this is just an illusion, so...or be a test product, Either resist!"

The clown Sith spoke quite passionately, like a big man standing on a podium giving a campaign speech, but unfortunately there was no applause or cheers, no one spoke, and no one gave him an answer.

He looked around, people's expressions were filled with different emotions, some people were shocked, some people were at a loss, and some people were skeptical
But no one was excited by his words. He spread his hands and said helplessly: "Oh! I thought that enthusiasm alone would make you understand how great and correct my intentions are, but now it seems that you I don’t think so. Then there is no way, our game will enter the next stage. I will ask you one by one, and I hope you can think of the answer before death comes!”

"Oh! By the way, that noble brother is looking for a Mr. Shirkov. If you are here, you can take the initiative to stand up, maybe he will forgive you, and maybe I will let you go. of!"

"It seems that the previous things are not enough to alert everyone. Now our death game will start again until someone tells me the answer I want to know. I think everyone here should be very interested in knowing, right?" Clown Sith teleported back to the middle position, then made a machine gun sweeping gesture with both hands, and spun around.

"So. Now, who should I start with?" The clown Sith began to pace in the carriage.

There was silence in the carriage, and the god of death waved his sickle to start his harvesting again.

Some people were silent, and the clown Sith's statement about the "God gene" made them fall into thinking; while some people's faces turned pale, they didn't think that the clown Sith didn't conflict with Napoleon VII at all , seems to have a good relationship; there are also some ordinary people who can't understand what the clown Sith is saying, with only horror on their faces
The atmosphere once again fell into a suffocating dullness.

At this moment, Cheng Mo raised his hand and said, "Start with me!"

(End of this chapter)