Abyss Train

Chapter 806: King and Rook Castling

[Part①·The Ugly and the Clown]

Ms. Wonka's backstage dressing room at the Curio Collection.

"Remember the magician's eight rules."

“The first one is the most important – you must respect your fellow believers.”

"Second rule, practice every trick seriously and don't discriminate."

"Third rule, if you haven't mastered it, you may not perform it."

"Rule 4: Never teach magic for free."

"Rule 5: Never disclose the secrets of magic publicly."

"Rule 6: Do not disclose the effects of a magic trick before performing it."

"Rule seven: never perform a magic trick twice for the same audience."

"Rule 8: Develop magic in a righteous way."

The magician, wearing a top hat and a mask, bent over and introduced the rules of magic to Jack Martin.

"I'm only here to see Ms. Wonka."

Little Jack is still a little confused about the situation. After entering the museum of curiosities, he was lost in the colorful world.

His spirit was attracted by all kinds of things, especially by Ms. Ekaterina Wonka, who was called the Black Panther Beauty! The Black Pearl! A rare black and white mixed-blooded girl! With a beautiful figure and outstanding appearance! She was famous for her tour performances in Arizona.

Jack didn't come to Sloth Town just to help Wen Bucai - at least his heart wouldn't lie.

He could not deceive himself and could not resist these temptations. He was like a fence-sitter who could betray the team at any time.

  Why? He is just that kind of person!

He has never been a protagonist, nor is he a man who can shout out "I want to be a hero!"

Faced with evil oppression, he would lower his head and run away, or he would remain silent and retreat.

In the face of righteousness, he will applaud and follow closely.

There is no conflict at all, he is just an ordinary cowardly person.

After visiting Mr. David Victor's hotel room, without any surprise, Jack Martin temporarily separated from his two good friends, missing the popular check-in spots in Arizona and the Black Panther beauty Ms. Wonka.

The magician who was blocking the dressing room stopped the reckless young sheriff and politely began to introduce the magician's rules.

The magician asked, "Do you know why I am telling you these things?"

Jack felt the chair was burning hot. He wanted to break into the backstage to find out what was going on. He didn't want to listen to the magician's nonsense at all.

"I'm not interested! Sir! I just want an autograph!~"

The magician waved his hand, and the backstage curtain slowly opened——

  ——Only then did Jack realize that the guy in front of him seemed to possess soul power!

"what's the situation!"

"Ms. Wonka splits herself in two and can transform into a leopard in the blink of an eye."

"She can climb up a 32-foot tightrope to do gymnastics and then turn into a fluttering butterfly."

"All this is the charm of magic, and it is also a secret that cannot be told to others."

"Guest, if you want to enter the dressing room, you must become a magician and become my fellow magician."

The magician leaned close to Jack Martin's ear and blew a few puffs of hot, smelly air.

"Jack Martin, come and see my magic."

"I can grant you three wishes. What do you want?"

"What wish or no wish!" Jack yelled impatiently, "I don't care! Now I just want to see Ms. Wonka!"

"The first wish has come true!" The magician snapped his fingers.

——The torches around the tent suddenly lit up, and a leopard with shiny black hair jumped out from the dressing room!

It was five feet long and could lick Jack Martin's crown when he stood up!

It looked at the ungrateful young man with its yellow eyes, circled around Jack twice, and its tail stood up uneasily and swayed slowly.

"Oh!" Jack immediately climbed up by holding the back of the chair, looked at the magician again, and asked repeatedly: "Is this Ms. Wonka? Can she transform? Is she really mixed-race? Oh my God! I really can't imagine it! I can't imagine it at all!"

As he said this, Jack burst into laughter.

"Who on earth is this freak who would have a child with a black person?"

"Hahahahahaha! Hahahahahaha!"

The magician also laughed.

"—Hahahahaha! Jack! Jack! You're right! Jack!"

"What kind of mixed-blooded bastard is it that dares to have a child with a black person?!"

The black panther was restless, with its paws spread out and biting the floor tightly, and its claws were exposed.

"Oh oh oh! Oh! Wonka seems angry!" Jack Martin was busy having fun and didn't care about the mood of the animal actors at all.

The magician stepped lightly on the ground, and Leopard Girl seemed to hear the command and immediately pounced on Jack!

Little Jack was caught off guard and was knocked down by a huge force. He covered his head with his arms and was scared to death.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck fuck! Are you trying to kill me?!"

"Hold!"

After a while of fighting and playing, the terrifying beast slowly twisted its body and turned into a dark-skinned, naked woman.

She kept tearing at Jack Martin's overalls, trying to tear the boy's balls off! Her eyes were full of hatred and anger, her hair was messy like seaweed, her Slavic mixed blood gave her a high nose bridge and three-dimensional brow arches, and her face was full of the sinister and ruthless beauty of an Eastern European woman.

Her body was sexy and attractive, with curvy figure and graceful curves, which made Jack Martin's blood boil. Under a series of physiological stimulations, Jack's mind was shaken and his soul was about to leave his body.

"Stop!" The magician waved his hand.

Like a puppet under a spell, Ms. Wonka slowly crawled back to her master and licked the magician's boots.

"Oh my God! She's so obedient! Oh my God!" Jack couldn't believe it. His trouser legs were already full of urine. Stress urination had almost become a conditioned reflex behavior for this giant baby.

The magician took out his cane and hooked it towards Jack.

"Do you want to know the secret of magic? Do you want to know why she is so obedient? Make a second wish! I will give you a second performance!"

Jack Martin expressed his second wish without hesitation.

"I want a kiss! I want Ms. Wonka's kiss!"

"Come on then!" The magician hooked Jack's straps and straightened the boy.

A raging flame burned in the stained glass, illuminating thousands of spots of light in different colors. A large coffin was pushed up, and Ms. Wonka, with ease, transformed herself into a black panther and jumped into the coffin.

  Jack Martin was so nervous that he went crazy. He had seen this magic trick before and knew what was going to happen next!

That guy will saw the coffin open! He will saw the coffin open! And then split it in two!

The last time I watched this kind of magic was in the audience, but this time I saw it on stage! The experience was really different!

"Are you ready? Wash your little mouth clean!" The magician picked up a saw from the toolbox and started working on the coffin.

Little Jack immediately found the copper basin and buried his head in it, wishing to clean his mouth full of yellow teeth.

When he returned to the center of the stage, he heard the horrifying sound of the magician working hard to saw.

Jack's eyes almost popped out of their sockets. It was too close! Too close!

He could even smell blood! He could hear the screams of Black Panther Wonka once again!

"How did you do that, Mr. Magician?"

The coffin was completely split in half! The magician quickly covered the broken box with a black cloth and partially opened the coffin lid, revealing two long, shiny, dark thighs.

  "Which part do you want to kiss, Jack Martin?" The magician teased the young and shy little Jack and told a dirty joke to the big boy: "The upper part? Or the lower part?" Ms. Wonka's two legs left her upper body, still vivid and lively, as if she was stepping on a hot iron plate, and began to dance!

Jack was dazzled by this charming body. It was only a moment before the lid of the lower part closed and it was the turn of the upper part to continue the performance.

  ——The black panther, with only half of its body left, poked its head out of the coffin lid, grabbed the edge of the box with its two front paws, and howled at Jack. It felt like a wild cat calling for sex, with a wild and primitive charm!

"Oh!~" The magician covered the mouth of the mask: "Sorry! This woman is too hot! I'm afraid you can't stand it"

  As the box opened and closed, Ms. Wonka changed into a leopard-print leather jacket and tied her hair up, showing half of her body in a bright and beautiful manner. She suddenly jumped out of the box, hugged Jack Martin's head and gave him a deep kiss!

Little Jack seemed to be in heaven! His toes were about to tear the floor. At this moment, he even wanted to take this miserable mixed-race child back home, and the two of them could get married, have children and spend the rest of their lives together!

Yes! His wish was very simple and straightforward, almost as if it came to him.

He was held tightly by this feeling of happiness until the Black Panther Girl's tongue left his mouth, until the icy chill surged over him along with a tide of psychic energy.

The coffin closed again, and the enthusiastic Wonka Cheetah jumped out of the magic props. The show was over, but she still waved to the empty audience and still showed her warm and bright smile.

  [Part②·Devil]

Jack Martin finally felt that something was wrong.

"Mr. Magician"

"Ms. Wonka, why would she do that?"

The magician tapped Jack's badge with his cane.

"Ask the question to the point, my child, why do you do this? What does it mean?"

"I'm asking," Jack looked at the audience in confusion, "There was no one in the theater, why did she bow and wave?"

"Because Wonka has received professional training." The magician used his cane as a whip and whipped the Leopard Girl's butt hard: "Squat down!"

Wonka did as he was told and squatted down immediately.

"Stand up!"

The cane pierced the girl's throat and lifted her up.

"Shake your butt!"

When she danced with graceful steps, it felt like a switch was turned on, like a robot executing orders.

"Want to know the principles of magic? Want to understand everything? As you wish! Jack Martin!" The magician stomped the ground hard, and a large cage was pushed out from the backstage.

No one pushed it, as if an invisible ghost pushed the cage out of the dressing room.

"That's the little secret of Ms. Wonka's magic show."

There were two human children in the cage, as well as two skeletons of children.

Jack was shocked and almost went crazy when he saw the dead body of the young child!

"What is this! Hey! What is this!?"

"Ms. Wonka is a great mother! She gave birth to four children for me, quadruplets—"

"——Of course, I will not let these half-blood bastards live well, otherwise it will be unfair to every American citizen."

The magician puffed out his chest with pride and began to explain the principles of magic.

"Jack Martin, you are about to become my kindred spirit."

"Since you want to know this secret so much, I will be merciful and tell you how to control a slave and how to use a slave."

The stick poked hard at the child's skeleton, and Ms. Wonka's expression became agitated.

"Give her love first! Then take away half of it!"

The sharp cane stabbed the healthy children who were still crying for their mothers, and the ivory spurs of the stick stopped next to the children's little heads.

Wonka burst into tears immediately, but he didn't dare cry out loud, as if he was trying to hold back his tears.

The magician's voice was full of intonation and energy: "This is the secret! Jack Martin!"

  Little Jack's mind is close to collapse. He cannot understand this kind of brutality, but the temptation it brings is so charming!

If he also had a female leopard and a lover who obeyed his every word, how wonderful it would be!

"I"

The magician was aggressive and stabbed Little Jack with his cane again: "Make one last wish, Jack Martin."

They are like the Jokers in a deck of cards.

——The faded clown laughs while crying, and the colorful clown cries while laughing.

The tear marks on the mask gradually melted and turned into a bright red square, symbolizing wealth and precious diamonds, pointing to the final answer.

"I don't know! I don't know, Mr. Magician, I don't know." Jack Martin covered his chest, he felt his heart was about to break, this series of stimulations made him exhausted - David Victor had long seen that this big boy seemed to have lost a part of his soul.

"Then I will make a wish for you, and I will love you!" The magician pulled Jack to the backstage, passed through two secret doors, and found the observation window of the big casino.

The magician pointed into the distance.

"Look! Jack!"

Wen Bucai and Jim Crow are playing blackjack.

"Look, look carefully!"

"You have excellent eyesight, Jack!"

"Your first shot was a godsend."

"At this angle, you can see the target."

"Take out your gun."

Jack did as he was told, his hands shaking.

"I'm not sure. I'm not sure, sir. What do you want me to do?"

Magician: "Choose the one you like! Kill him!"

"Why?" Jack didn't understand.

—He never wanted to shoot Wen Bucai. But what about Jim Crow?

  Mr. Jim is the boss of the Curio House! Why would this magician want to kill his boss?

If Mr. Jim died, would the curio collection be able to continue operating?

  If there were no delicious and fun things, Jack Martin would feel like there was a big hole in his heart. He couldn't accept such a gloomy life. He felt like his soul was being tainted.

"Just pull the trigger and you can join the perfume bottle." The magician gently rubbed Jack's head: "I will forgive Sullivan's past. [The arrow] should have belonged to you. It is yours."

"Oh my God! Why do you know everything!?" Jack's scar on his right hand ached slightly. It was the scar left by the hot bullet shot by the warrant officer.

The magician took off his gloves and steadied Jack's gun-holding hand. From the magic cloak emerged a black sleeve and a wax seal in the shape of a perfume bottle.

A five-pointed star-shaped scar also appeared on the mysterious man's palm.

——Exactly the same injury as Jack’s hand.

"I'll give you Wonka."

"Half of each of us."

"boom!--"

  When the gunshot rang out, Jack stepped back in fear. He didn't know who he had hit!

He ran back to the stage, wanting only to get back to Ms. Wonka. He was like a little baby, wanting to find his mother!

He ran all the way, but he went slower and slower.

When they arrived at the stage, bright lights shone on Wonka's body.

Half of the body was still kneeling in the same place, split in the middle of the forehead, the cut was as smooth as a mirror.

The other half had collapsed, its internal organs and bones perfectly split in two.