Abyss Train

Chapter 812 Pendulum

[Part ①·Downstream]

The huge tent of the Museum of Curiosities collapsed with a loud bang, like a dreamy soap bubble that was suddenly punctured by flames.

All the glitz and glamour vanished into thin air, and the beasts trapped in it fled in panic, turning into a raging torrent.

The two prisoners of fate also climbed out of the difficult cage under the guidance of David Victor——

——But for them, the story seems to have just begun. Just like the slaves in the human zoo, they have unlocked the locks in their hearts and are slowly transforming from beasts back into humans.

The Perfume Bottle Gang of Sloth Town are still trying every means to put out the fire, as if they are reluctant to leave this treasury and this land of peace and tranquility.

The fire spread all the way to the food street, threatening to burn all the wooden buildings to ashes.

There are countless people wailing and crying for their real estate, and there are also people who leave their homes with their wives and children, determined to embark on a new journey.

Wen Bucai crawled out from the bulging canvas covered with steam, hugging Victor.

The dark fish-man spirit tore the cloth and sent the dying Mr. Victor to the yellow earth.

Then the one-eyed warrior crawled back into the cloth bag, just like taking out the placenta from the belly of a ewe, and pulled Jack Martin out with difficulty.

They were burned by the smoke, their eyes, ears, mouths and noses were eroded and inflamed, there were flames on their bodies, they rolled in the mud, struggling in pain - after a long time, they finally sat up straight and regained consciousness.

Victor didn't say any more inspiring words, he just hugged the young sheriff.

Vincent threw the Walker revolver sent by Jim Crow back into the fire. He didn't need this mission, let alone this job - he no longer wanted to be someone's employee, and no longer wanted to be paid to do things.

The bullets in the cylinder were burned by the fire, and the copper shell exploded and shattered the gun body. The President of the United States had to work for a whole year to afford this precious thing, but in the blink of an eye, it turned into scrap metal in the fire.

Wen Bucai hunched over and huddled together with Victor and Jack.

He has lost too much, and he can't find a place to stay in this lonely and desolate land or on the other side of the Pacific Ocean - except Victor and Jack, no one is willing to accept him.

The three brothers staggered to their feet, slowly left the fire scene, and left Sloth Town, no one spoke.

Since entering the Museum of Curiosities, they have given up their lives. Victor bought the ticket as a special guest writer, Jack Martin paid for it, and Wen Bucai fired the first shot.

In just a few hours, when they crawled out of this hell on earth, their lives had become very different.

If Wen Bucai wanted to satisfy the desire for revenge in his body, then the raging fire of anger would burn him to death.

If little Jack was to fill the emptiness in his soul, then greed and regret would swallow him up.

There was only one infatuated, infatuated man, David Victor, who was obstinate, nosy, and unwilling to bow to fate. His spirit was like a strange fallen angel, and he woke up these two fellow Homo sapiens of different races and species.

"The sun is rising, and the dry warm wind makes my face itchy"

A pair of green eyes like jade appeared from the blood and sweat.

"It's a pity that the diary is all used up, otherwise I could write down this feeling."

Victor put his arms on the shoulders of Wen Bucai and Jack Martin, one on each side. He was the most seriously injured, but he climbed up as quickly as possible, almost too weak to stand.

They walked out of the town and continued along the railway.

Victor kept muttering. He was such a long-winded person - even he himself could not stand this kind of long-windedness. When communicating with others, he always emphasized that he hoped the guests could tolerate this endless chattering, be a little patient, and accept his overly strong desire to express himself.

"The morning sun dried the moisture on the rock platform, and the feeling of stepping on it made my toes slightly sore, which was different from the usual shady rock environment."

"There was too much dust in the air, making it hard to breathe. At dawn, when the temperature alternated between hot and cold, the wind always came suddenly - it was like a letter, carrying the ambiguous meaning of rekindled love, making me feel uneasy."

"On the southwest low-slope oasis side, the wild animals disturbed by the town fire ran further away."

"The birds and animals in the town cherish life more than humans. They have no houses, no treasures, and no love or hatred that they cannot let go of - they are finally free."

"The rails still smell of cow dung, perhaps because the materials were transported by animal power, leaving behind this lingering stench. I hate this smell, which reminds me of the Austrian countryside. My father had a large estate, and he would take me to the fields and order the servants to work since I was a child. I hated that suffocating and barbaric atmosphere, as if nothing could be happy or relaxing."

"Where are Mom and Dad? Will they miss me?"

Victor almost fell asleep when he said this. He hadn't had a drink of water for too long. He crossed the bar area across three performance venues without taking a breath. He pulled Wen Bucai and Jack ashore and had to run for his life in the fire scene again. Before that, he had suffered countless fatal injuries, and the spider venom in his body was also tormenting his nerves.

It was hard for Wen Bucai to imagine how this frail and thin intellectual had come to this point - Victor seemed to have endless stories to tell.

"Teacher Victor! You need water!" Jack panicked and wanted to change route to the oasis.

"They probably won't miss me," Victor said with a silly smile. "They spent a lot of money to redeem me from prison. I can't figure out whether I am more important or the money is more important. They cried when I walked out of the prison, and they also cried when they paid the ransom to build the theater."

Only then did Vincent realize that David Victor had fallen into a near-death state of ischemia and dementia.

He and Jack hurriedly carried Victor to the edge of the river valley, walked through seven hundred feet of wasteland, and entered a pebble and moss field. The three of them crawled in the stream like three stranded fish.

"Jack, I've read Mr. Wen Bucai's story on [Highway to Hell]."

Victor narrowed his eyes. He was shirtless, with scars all over his chest and back. His silver cat belt and trouser legs were also torn.

His curly hair was immersed in the water. He barely turned his body to lick the water source. After drinking enough, he started talking and asking questions again. He was always so curious.

"——I want to know your story, but I can't use the power of soul power directly."

"Except in critical moments of life and death, I cannot abuse this power, otherwise I will not be myself anymore."

"When we first met, there was a moment when I was attracted by its charm and explored your inner world without any scruples."

"There is a demon in my body, and it may take control of my body in turn."

Jack Martin did not answer. He was still afraid and still unable to speak.

He didn't know how to tell his story; it was almost impossible to start.

"You were screaming and crying on the stage." Victor whispered, "Who is that man? Is he the head of the perfume bottle? Is he you?"

Wen Bucai: "I don't understand. If he is you, then who are you?"

Victor also couldn't figure it out -

——The IQ of these three brothers combined is no more than 150, which is the glorious tradition of the Nameless. "This guy's soul power." Jack Martin said the truth: "This guy's soul power can split everything in two."

"I saw it," Victor responded. "He chopped Ms Wonka in half."

Wen Bucai then added: "The circus roof also broke in two, and then immediately returned to its original shape, as if a tailor was cutting cloth and then quickly sewing it back together."

"It's more than that," Jack Martin went on to explain. "I'm his significant other."

Victor asked in confusion: "You were conjoined twins? Is he your brother?"

Wen Bucai didn't care: "Even if he is your brother, you don't have to be so sad."

"He is me!" Jack Martin pointed out sharply: "Him! The Big Boss! His other half is me!"

"What you mean is..." Victor finally understood what Jack meant.

Jack Martin explained in a panic: "He left all his cowardice and kindness, all his innocence and romance to me! He left all his greedy, lustful, timid and cowardly character to me!"

"That's what he told me. Two bodies were split from one soul, one half for each person!"

"He threw all this useless stuff at me to make his career happen, and then he became the head of the perfume bottle."

"He worked for George Joshua, building railroads for the Confederacy."

"I am not talented. It is me who killed your fellow countrymen! It is me! What does this railway represent? It is the blood vessel of America. I, an American, am eating your flesh and drinking your blood."

At this point, although Jack Martin overcame his inner greed, he also threw away his fear of death. He once again wanted to shoot himself - to spill his brains into the stream.

"As long as I die! Everything will be over! As long as I die!"

He stood up and said it with confidence, protecting the wet gun and showing the scar on his palm.

"The star-shaped scar on my hand was caused by a warrant officer shooting at me! The big boss also has this scar."

"When I shot him, his stomach bled out and my intestines came out!"

“Vincent! He and I are not brothers, nor are we conjoined twins. He and I are the same person, two incarnations created with soul power!”

  [Part②·Don’t ask about the future]

"Jack." Wen Bucai's eyes changed frequently. He did not expect this result.

The person who pushed him to suicide was Jack Martin.

It was also Jack Martin who saved his life on the railroad tracks.

"Your revolver was soaked in water," Victor reminded him. "Jack, gunpowder won't fire if it gets soaked in water. You should choose a good day to kill yourself, and this story isn't very interesting."

"Teacher Victor" Jack Martin collapsed again and dropped his gun. He looked up at the sky, as if he had lost all his strength: "What should I do? What should I do? I never want to be a hero, but I don't want to be a villain either! I don't want this!"

"This is going to be bad." Victor murmured, "If we want to kill the Big Boss, you will die too, Jack, right?"

"Why don't we take a shortcut?" Jack Martin repeatedly emphasized, "Wait until it's dark and no one can see me. I'll give you the badge and let you find the wild mountains and ridges that wolves and vultures like. No one will know, and the rangers won't be able to find you, let alone my body. Vincent, I still owe you a life, and you can take it back naturally."

"I don't want to take shortcuts anymore." Wen Bucai turned his head away, unwilling to cry in front of Jack: "I don't want to take shortcuts anymore. I don't want to take shortcuts anymore."

As the temperature changed, the water rushing in from the river valley became more and more violent. It lifted up the bodies of the three brothers and floated slowly downstream.

They didn't know where they were going, and their bodies no longer had the strength to spare, so they could only go with the flow.

David Victor said, "We'll find a way, Jack."

Jack Martin said, "What should we do? This guy's soul power is very strong! No matter how strong the armor is, it will be broken in an instant!"

Vincent said, "Just don't get hit."

"I can't shoot you." Victor emphasized: "Jack Martin, I can't shoot a ranger who has justice in his heart - this is not in line with my morality, it will only make my heart full of holes."

"He was never you, Jack Martin." Vincent emphasized, "What I really want is not revenge - I want justice for my dead compatriots. I want this beast to kneel before me and cry bitterly. I want him to suffer and admit his mistakes. I want him to know why he died! This is very important!"

"Taking shortcuts is useless and will only make me more miserable."

"What should we do?" David Victor asked seriously and persistently: "What should we do? Can Jack survive?"

"Arrow! Maybe we can find a solution if we find the arrow!" Vincent climbed up from the rushing water, almost falling down. "Jim Crow said! The arrow is very important! It is the artifact that the big boss has been pursuing. It is the treasure of the ruins of Kukulkan Quetzalcoatl. This guy will definitely continue to dig deeper into the ruins. He wants to get more powerful power!"

"Our power all comes from arrows." David Victor stood up and said, "Perhaps if we use arrows on the Big Leader again, the gods will take back this power."

"My soul and this guy's soul form." Jack talked about the spirit of the big boss, trying to recall the illusory shadow: "Originally, we were one and the same, a pendulum clock."

“He had clock cabinets and dials, with square-shaped hands and empty cases.”

"All that remains of my spirit is a hanging thread and a round pendulum with a clover pattern."

"If it's a complete spirit, a complete clock, then the soul can be split in two as well. Now he can only cut the object in half, and can't cut the spirit anymore - maybe he can! Vincent! Use arrows against him!"

  Where's the arrow! Arrow! Where's the arrow?

Little Jack then realized that the token that Vincent left on him, the sub-gold arrowhead that was originally used to mortgage guns, ammunition and horses, was also missing!

"He stole it! He stole it?!"

There was no doubt that the arrow had fallen into the hands of the Great Leader.

"That's good news. At least we don't have to go back to Sloth Town and go back into the ruins to look for it." David Victor grabbed Jack's hand and finally stood up at the end of the stream.

Victor clasped his hands together and picked up the wet doctor's bag: "Go find him at the ruins!"

Wen Bucai put the cowboy hat full of bullet holes back on Jack Martin's head.

"——First, we need to replenish our energy and fill our stomachs."

The three of them happened to stop at a signposted intersection in the Gobi Desert. There was a store called the Sheep Slaughtering Inn, which was a resting place for traveling postmen and hunters.

Jack Martin felt as if he were in another world, no longer confused or afraid - even if the end of this road led to death.

"go!"