Abyss Express

Chapter 41 Vol·2 [House of the Rising Sun·House of the Rising Sun]

Holding the steel ring in his hand, Jiang Xueming was a little at a loss.

Apart from some mumbling ritual prayers, there is no other information.

How to use this pair of rings?

Although it's a life talisman, why doesn't it even have an instruction manual?

He tried on two ring sizes.

The thumb is too thick.

The knuckles of the index finger are really compact.

The middle finger can barely be plugged in, but it will definitely press the skin of the knuckle after wearing it for a long time.

The little finger is too thin.

Jiang Xueming thought about it for a long time.

After eliminating all wrong answers, put the ring on your ring finger.

--Just right.

Xue Ming took off the ring again, remembering what the manager said, keep it safe and not show it off in front of others.

The two rings are the same size and the same size, like a pair of twins, no matter how carefully you identify them, you can't tell the difference.

He remembered that the eccentric old spirit dictated—the pair of rings were very heavy, weighing one hundred and sixty-eight grams, requiring two people to use them.

Give one of the rings to the waiter.

——Do you really want to do this?

He saw the inscription on the monument again.

[——φαιστο]

He remembered that the name belonged to the god of craftsmen in ancient Greek mythology.

He knelt down and wiped off all the dust on the inscription on the monument. The exposed text was indeed the god of craftsmen, not some old moon or the god of love who would lead people to red lines.

"Well, although I don't know what you mean." Jiang Xueming said to the statue: "But I appreciate your kindness, and I will give the ring to my waiter."

The old spirit statue suddenly moved——

—— Quickly and weirdly gave Jiang Xueming a thumbs up, with a raised eyebrow and a bright smile.

Then it quickly returned to its original state, just like the original dignified and solemn demeanor. Only the dust raised up and the broken stones shaken off proved that it had indeed moved just now, and it also put on other poses playfully.

"." Jiang Xueming always felt that something was wrong, but couldn't tell.

When the mythological creatures extolled in history books or literary and artistic works came to him, he had already learned a lot of new rhetoric in keeping with the times.

Especially when Lingweng displayed his divine power, the exaggerated and lengthy rituals were far from the stereotyped impression of traditional gods.

Jiang Xueming pondered——

——Throwing this little old man into the elderly dance team, the scene of twisting his buttocks under the disco lights of the rich women's club is not inconsistent at all, and even has a weird sense of harmony.

He didn't give in, and silently wrote it down in his notebook.

"When I first met Lingweng, I thought he had become a mythical creature adapted to the new era."

"Perhaps he has long followed the flow of time and history, hiding in the human world to enjoy himself, silently watching all living beings, and secretly contributing to the flames."

"He can speak modern Chinese, and he is a humorous old man. He often mentions his bravery in the past, and he wants to talk about his romantic affairs with strangers he met for the first time."

"He likes to mess around with mandarin ducks and make rings according to the size of his ring finger. He is not an honest and responsible person."

Write down this information silently in a small notebook.

Jiang Xueming left the Atrium.

Back to the porch of the Path of Glory, the lobby manager has been waiting for a long time.

"It looks like you've got the stone."

"Yes." Jiang Xueming didn't see Ah Xing, so he asked, "The one who came with me."

"Still in the toilet." The manager's tone also became respectful, "I have already explained to Mr. Bu Liuxing the details that need to be paid attention to in the stone ceremony, so there is no need to waste time here, please come with me, we are going House of the Rising Sun, get your second security insurance."

"Let's go first? Is it really okay?" Jiang Xueming was a little worried.

The lobby manager said casually: "Don't worry, Lingweng is a friendly and casual old man. He won't conflict with Mr. Bu Liuxing."

Jiang Xueming murmured: "I'm just worried"

Before Xue Ming could finish speaking, the manager showed a little impatience—to be honest, today's work made him very unhappy.

It is rare for a new passenger to vomit in the toilet for more than ten minutes without stopping.

"The Council of the Five Kings is the safest place at the station, Mr. Jiang Xueming, put your heart in your stomach! Could it be that the old spirit will take Mr. Bu Liuxing to the bar to find women, fight with others, gamble and fight? "

"Okay. You have the final say." Jiang Xueming shrugged and followed the manager out.

When they passed through the outer porch of the Path of Glory—strange passengers rushed up again, first because of a burst of inspiration, as if cowering and fearing to avoid Jiang Xueming's gaze.

But when they saw that the new passenger was led out by the lobby manager alone, they perked up again——

— shouted enthusiastically.

"New here! You got the stone, right? What color?"

"Is yours gold? Or green? Come to our school, come to our workers' association."

"What kind of talisman is he? Manager? Can you tell me? Is it a necklace or a ring? What gifts does he have?"

"Blue stones are always welcome in the business school, and we'll put you in a job!"

"I'll be waiting for you at the rare man's mansion, if you're heading north! Remember to call this number! I'll be waiting for you at the Mimir hot spring market too!"

"Manager! Manager! Give it a chance! Let me touch his stone! Let me touch it! I've lost my talisman. Let me take another look at these rare treasures. Please."

"Newcomer! What's your name? If you're red and want to make money, I can teach you how to cook delicious food!"

This time, the lobby manager did not drive away the lobbyists.

Jiang Xueming remained silent all the way, and did not respond to anyone.

For him, these strange things have never been in contact with him, but they are like the smugglers he met when he was young.

He didn't want to get into trouble, and he heard muffled hisses as he left the porch.

The two passed through the Council of Five Kings and boarded the elevator.

In the relatively private space of the elevator.

Jiang Xueming finally asked.

"Those people just now? Are they recruiting new passengers?"

The manager looked straight ahead and didn't care.

"Yes, there is a shortage of people in the underground world now, just like the Westward Movement in the United States. People rely on stones to identify each other's attributes and tempers, and form cliques to form new businesses."

Jiang Xueming asked again: "Does the BOSS care about these things?"

The manager went on to answer: "I don't care. The two things of operating the station and building a new station have already drained the spiritual power of the boss. Wherever the station is built, passengers will run to that station to touch it." With luck, if there are large mineral deposits, new villages and towns will be built directly, and after a long time, they will become cities."

"I heard just now that someone begged us to touch the stone for him. Did that person lose the talisman?"

"Yes, I hope you will not become such a poor man."

"How did he go crazy after he lost the talisman?"

"According to the regulations of the station, passengers who have lost their life talisman cannot go to many places, unless someone is willing to help him, find the treasure for him, or help him forge a new life talisman—otherwise, even if He already has a family in the depths of the underground world, and he can't go home, maybe this guy still has something to worry about in the depths of the underground, that's why he's acting crazy."

"Um"

"Mr. Jiang Xueming, what are you thinking? Are you sympathizing with the guy who asked you for jewelry just now? Please don't let your guard down - this person has already lost three stones for various reasons, this is what the station can bear Limit, we once suspected that this guy did it on purpose, if we find evidence that this guy is reselling pyroxene, this criminal will have to go to jail."

"That is to say, if I accidentally lose my talisman, I can only reissue it twice at most?"

"You can say that, but it's best not to do it." The manager heard more and more strange, turned his head and glanced at Xue Ming, and then explained: "The replacements that will be reissued later must not be as good as your first piece of jewelry. Each stone is very precious, and it is a unique gift carefully prepared by Lingweng for passengers. Moreover, you need to complete the corresponding investigation task, and the procedure for re-doing it is very complicated. It is not a gift for you to exchange for pyroxene coins. .”

Jiang Xueming then wrote down the information in his notebook.

"I see."

The elevator stops on the twenty-sixth floor, which is also the location of the observatory.

The plastic-steel bridge is to the east, and to the west is a wide corridor. If the corridor goes deeper, you don't know where it leads.

There is an outpost hut next to the corridor, and the name of the hut is the House of the Rising Sun.

There are a large number of goods piled up next to the outpost, all of which are cotton wool leather textiles, as well as many ready-made clothes.

"These clothes are the second insurance for passengers?" Jiang Xueming squatted in front of the woolen goods next to the house, and raised his head to ask, "These things are very similar to the big windbreaker I got when I first came to the station."

"Be quiet, Mr. Jiang Xueming. We want to see a very distinguished tailor." The lobby manager knocked on the gate of the outpost three times.

Immediately afterwards, he walked quickly to Jiang Xueming, and made a gesture of "please get up" to Xueming who was squatting in front of the wool.

His actions were solemn and polite, as if he was afraid of disturbing the people in the room.

Jiang Xueming stopped talking.

The door of the House of the Rising Sun slowly opened——

——A slender and white hand stretched out from the door, holding a measuring tape in it.

Then came out a haggard woman who looked to be in her mid-twenties.

Her gait was stilted, her cheeks were thin and her face was pale, as if she hadn't had a good rest for a long, long time.

She didn't speak, she was wearing a dark black long dress with slits that looked like the era of the Republic of China, and a gentle and virtuous bun with clouds.

Her eyes were big, but the corners of her eyes drooped, and she looked like she was about to cry at any moment.

This woman may be Mrs. Zhishu Dali.

She walked slowly to the lobby manager and nodded.

He walked up to Jiang Xueming again, grabbed Jiang Xueming's arm, and finished measuring the size with a tape measure.

Then she said, "Turn around."

Jiang Xueming followed his wife's instructions and turned around in a circle.

"Okay, I know your size now, it's hard work." Madam nodded to Xue Ming, very politely, and slowly returned to the room.

Jiang Xueming heard rustling noises coming from the house.

After a while, Madam came out with a ready-made garment and handed it to Jiang Xueming.

"If it's broken or dirty, I will give it to your girl—she will come to me for a new one. Remember, clothes are not as good as new ones, and people are not as good as old ones." After saying this, the lady walked back slowly. Close the door slowly.

The clothes were received, and the second insurance procedure was successfully completed.

The lobby manager tugged at Jiang Xueming's sleeves, asking Xueming to leave.

The two returned to the elevator——

——Jiang Xueming just woke up from the weird silence just now, and asked curiously.

"Who was the tailor in that room just now?"

"I don't know, the BOSS never allowed us to chat with this lady, but just asked us to get the clothes - you might as well guess for yourself, she is from your hometown, and the history of your hometown may have mentioned this person .”

Jiang Xueming pondered carefully, and after a while took out his notebook again, and wrote down his guess.

"Next to the observatory on the twenty-sixth floor, there is a transparent suspension bridge leading to Moon Lane."

"Next to it, is the House of the Rising Sun. In it lives a beautiful tailor who looks sad."

"The doors and windows of the hut have been facing Moon Lane, facing the direction of the world, as if they have been waiting for passengers to return to this station."

"Perhaps the tailor lady is also waiting for someone to come back—the starlight from the dome can leave dreamlike shadows on the transparent plastic-steel bridge, turning into the color of the Milky Way, and turning into a bridge without magpies."

"The manager told me that the tailor's wife and I are from the same village."

"I don't dare to think about it. If this is true, then she should be waiting for her husband and her child."

"The Weaver Girl is waiting for her Cowherd."

Close the journal——

——From the clothes in his hand, Jiang Xueming found a certificate of qualification.

[Jiujie Station External Purchasing Standard General Certificate of Qualification]

[Yi Wen Jing]

[Lingyi · Jiji · Fenxing]

[Characteristics: It is a knee-length long garment with black inside and yellow outside, with golden silk embroidered cloud patterns for other purposes. ]

[Clothing Category: For Spirits]

[Description: This product is used for the defense and appeasement of spirit creatures. ]

[Versatility: Clothing will continuously provide a constant temperature of 24 degrees for the body of passengers, and can adapt to most changes in environmental temperature differences. When cleaning is required, please contact your waiter. ]

[Clothing description: Take the sixty-three hexagrams of Yi, which means that water and fire are both beneficial, the inside is mysterious and the outside is yellow, and the beginning is auspicious and the end is chaotic. ]

[Instructions for use: Keep away from open flames. In a spiritual disaster environment, it can resist part of the spiritual damage, but at the same time it will disturb your inspiration perception. Please use with caution. ]

[Production Organization: CGC (State-owned Garment Enterprise Co., Ltd.)/Tiantong]

[Remarks: Passenger, the journey is about to begin. ]

[Remark II: Thanks to the staff of the purchasing department of the station who have all eyes and eyes. I don’t know where to get this thing. Anyway, it is quite effective against spiritual disasters. ]

[Remark III: Thanks to Ms. Fenxing for her embroidery enchanting work. ]

[Remark IV: The land of Kyushu is judged by the stars and soil, and all the sealed areas are divided into stars to judge good or bad——"Hanshu·Geographical Records\