Abyss Train

Chapter 813 Killing customers

[Part ①·The Sheep Slaughtering Inn]

"That is to say, boss, you originally used this name because you wanted to earn enough money to open a big ranch." David Victor leaned against the table, borrowed paper and pen from the inn, and wrote down the story of the inn owner.

"Yes, yes! Yes!" The innkeeper, who looked to be in his forties, was a sloppy man with a full beard. He rubbed his hands and smiled flatteringly: "Mr. Victor! My eldest son has also read your story in the newspaper. If you are willing to be a golden signboard, perhaps more guests will come!"

"I refuse!" Victor sternly pointed out: "People can like a story and spend money to buy the book home, but they can't love the book and empty their own pockets for the writer of the story - this is a fraud."

"Hey" the boss just felt embarrassed and didn't want to explain, but there was a hint of resentment between his eyebrows.

"Thank you very much for your hospitality." David Victor turned sideways and saw Jack Martin and Wen Bucai sitting in the main hall of the hotel, hugging lamb chops and eating. "These two rude guys might scare away other guests. They are like two starving ghosts. It's really ugly when they eat. I'm very sorry."

So saying, Victor took Jack Martin's purse from his belt and took out six gold coins.

"I'm new here and have never used gold to pay for anything. What do you think of using this gold to pay for my room and meals?"

The glittering golden coins lit up the boss's eyes. The strong man quickly took four of them and pushed the rest back: "No, no! We don't need so many!"

Victor emphasized: "We're only staying for one night."

The shop owner brought back two more and said with a grin, "Hehehe! Hehehe, just two will be enough. It's enough for four meals. You can come back tomorrow morning. The roast lamb is not fresh after ten o'clock."

Victor was initially bothered by the strange smile on the shopkeeper's face, but when he received the returned gold coins and saw that there didn't seem to be any hostility in the smile, he didn't take it to heart.

He returned to the table and saw Jack Martin tearing the meat with his bare hands and Vincent using two steel forks as chopsticks - two real savages.

He fetched the plate, and Jack immediately helped the teacher cut the meat, splashing greasy juices all over Victor's face. He didn't have a coat, so he gave them all to Selena and Violet - the skin on his shoulders and neck was bitten by the hot oil, leaving red marks.

"Hey!" Victor pointed a knife at him: "Jack Martin! Are you really a noble?!"

"Hmm" Little Jack was stunned for a while, and began to feel inferior and lost again: "Maybe. Maybe he took away this part of the education. Teacher Victor, I'm sorry"

"What an ugly, rude thing!" Victor, who was absolutely focused on eating, knocked Jack's hand down with his dinner knife. "Bring your plate here."

Having said this, David Victor took up his knife and divided Jack Martin's meal into six portions.

"The ribs are tender and the tendons are melted. This part of the rib eye is probably the most delicious."

The knife continued to cut the food, and some spice grass roots were sprinkled on it, as well as some rose salt.

"You have to taste it in two bites and chew it completely before swallowing. There is some blood in it, so naturally use spices to remove the fishy smell."

"Pick out the remaining bone fragments and fascia. Don't put them in your mouth. I think these are the leftovers for the wolfhounds and other animals. They are not food for humans."

The serrated knife was not very sharp, but in Victor's hands it became a sharp weapon for cutting meat. He stabbed, slapped and cut out X-shaped cracks, and then cut the meat along the texture of the cracks.

"You have to chew the cartilage too. Let me try first."

Mr. David put a piece of soft boney meat into his mouth.

"--Well, it's pretty good, but it's too greasy."

After this bite, Victor passed the good cuts of ribs to Jack and then started to cut the leg meat.

Jack Martin's eyes lit up when he tasted the minced lamb ribs.

"Oh! Mr. Victor! So cutting up ingredients can make such a big difference in the taste?!"

Victor sneered, "You look like a wild monkey that just climbed down from a tree - so was it delicious before?"

"It's delicious!" Jack answered without hesitation.

Victor: "Now what?"

Jack still couldn't explain it: "Delicious! Even more delicious!"

"It's really hard to understand." David Victor cut open the leg meat and his face immediately turned ugly. "The fat is too thick and it can't be roasted at all. Judging from the color, I really want to give it some blood. Maybe it can be revived!"

"Hahahahahaha!" Jack laughed out loud.

Wen Bucai felt more and more embarrassed the more he listened. Since David Victor started to cut the meat, he wanted to learn from him, but he could never learn the technique of cutting small pieces with fancy cuts and cutting the meat along the bone texture.

He thought for a long time and finally put the half-eaten ribs to Victor.

This move seemed to have touched Mr. Victor's minefield——

"—Hey! You ignorant fellow! What are you doing? Pushing your half-eaten meal with teeth marks on it in front of me?"

Wen Bucai was just about to reach out to take back the plate when a knife got stuck between his fingers.

Victor: "Your taste in food is terrible! You don't even know table manners."

"I want to take it back," Wen Bucai said with shame: "If."

"Apologize to me! And then make your request!" David Victor emphasized: "Say it out loud!"

"I'm sorry." Wen Bucai took a napkin, wiped his mouth, and said sincerely: "Victor, please help me share the lamb chops."

"I accept your apology." David pushed the leftovers to the other side and told Vincent not to take them again: "Don't eat cold food."

Then he continued to use the knife to remove meat and took out a new rib for Wen Bucai.

The boss seemed anxious when he saw this. Mr. Victor seemed to only care about the front legs, ribs and back of the whole sheep. He didn't want the waist, abdomen, hind legs and the fatter tail.

"Mr. David, are you guys full?"

There were many bones left on the plate. Wen Bucai burped, and David Victor twisted the napkin to wipe the little oil stain on the center of his lips - and then caught the boss and scolded him.

“My friends didn’t seem to be full, but I was full — full of fire.”

"I don't know what crime this sheep committed. The slightly thicker fat meat was not cut at all."

"You will be punished by God for wasting ingredients, Boss, is this your cooking skill?"

"Uh, it's my eldest son." The shop owner hesitated and looked towards the kitchen: "It was baked by my eldest son. We always bake it this way."

"Then you have to teach him a lesson in the future. Not every tenant likes to eat raw meat. Not only does it have parasites, but it can also damage my teeth." Victor casually swept the leftovers from the plate onto the floor: "It's perfect for feeding the rats!"

A fat rat jumped out from the corner of the fireplace, its eyes shining brightly. It grabbed the mutton and ran to the dark corner, then disappeared in a flash.

"Yes! Yes, yes, yes! Yes! Sorry! Sorry!" The boss bowed and apologized. Vincent couldn't bear to see his workers being wronged, so he said quickly: "Victor, don't blame him anymore, he just didn't do a good enough job."

"I'm helping him!" David Victor didn't care. He took a warm blanket from the door and used it as a piece of clothing to cover himself. "If this hotel is robbed by bandits, he wants to make delicious lamb chops to poison the robbers, but I'm afraid they may not be willing to eat it. It's a matter of life and death."

Victor's eyes lost focus and he suddenly couldn't stand.

"Vincent"

Jack Martin held his stomach and rolled on the ground in pain.

Wen Bucai also felt dizzy and seemed unable to control his hands and feet.

The fat rat, which had been hiding in the corner and enjoying the mutton, struggled out from the shadows and slowly rolled out.

"Bill! Bill! ~ Stella! ~" the boss shouted loudly: "My love! And my most capable baby! Come out to entertain the guests!"

A mother and son came out of the kitchen in a hurry. They were Stella, the hostess of the Sheep Slaughter Inn, and Bill, the boss's eldest son who was about fifteen or sixteen years old.

Victor was poisoned and became mute. He couldn't speak at all. It seemed that it was a strong toxin that could paralyze the muscles and freeze the nerves. This meal completely deprived the three brothers of their ability to resist.

  [Part②·Animal Friends]

The door of the hotel slowly closed, and the scorching sun that was approaching noon disappeared.

Bill hugged Mr. Victor's arms and pulled the plush blanket off again. The freckled kid was a little shy and embarrassed.

"Mr. Victor! I'm so sorry! Our Sheep Slaughter Inn has been open outside of Sloth Town for so many years, and my dad hasn't saved much money, let alone a ranch. We have to thank God for blessing us to have a small sheepfold."

Stella's mother grabbed Jack Martin's legs and dragged the 1.8-meter-tall man to the wine cellar.

"He's as heavy as a dead pig! And he's too big! Oh my God! Jeris, come and help me! Damn it!"

The boss, Mr. Jellys, was still counting the gold coins in the sack. When he heard his wife's shout, he hurried over to help haul Jack, but whispered to Jack:

"——Don't worry, Mr. Jack. The big boss has ordered that your life must not be harmed. Originally, they wanted to use the venom of a tricyclic snake, but later they changed it to ordinary grass leaf anesthetic. You will definitely not die! According to the big boss, you are a coward, so don't pee in my hall!"

  At this point, the three brothers understood! This was a trap left by the perfume bottle leader around Sloth Town! He was just waiting for them to fall into it!

They couldn't speak, and their eyes couldn't convey much information. They could only watch each other being tied up and sent to the dark basement of the wine cellar, where they were tied back to back to an inverted round table, with their legs and feet tied tightly with hemp ropes to the table legs.

After Boss Jerrys finished his dirty work, he took away the guns and bullets from the three men, then glared at David Victor with a face full of resentment.

"Mr. David! How can you be so arrogant and teach me a lesson?! To teach my child?"

"You think my lamb tastes bad?! Then don't eat it!"

"Don't worry! I won't kill you. I'll just leave you in the wine cellar for people to see and turn into a new tourist attraction!"

"If a manor owner comes and takes a fancy to you, he might even spend a large sum of money to buy you away and ask you to continue writing stories!"

Bill pleaded with his father, leaning against the door and looking anxiously, "Can't you give Mr. Victor a pen? Untie his hands!"

"No! There's no room for negotiation!" Jerrys slammed the door angrily, completely blocking the exit of the wine cellar.

Nothing could be seen in the pitch-black environment. Since it was the place where the wine was stored, there was not much oxygen. It was estimated that they would suffocate to death soon - it seemed that this group of stupid thieves had never learned the delicate craft of capturing living people and had only ever dealt in the business of dead people.

Jack Martin never imagined that his other side was so vicious and shrewd.

The three of them had just crawled out of Sloth Town and had a little chance to breathe. One second they were full of expectations, discussing how to catch the culprit, and the next second they were behind bars, about to become corpses in the hotel.

After more than half an hour, the poison that made his muscles numb and his consciousness blurred seemed to be gradually digested and decomposed by his body, and Victor finally uttered a few words.

"The local gangs are so rude."

Jack Martin responded hesitantly. He had eaten a lot and was unable to speak.

"Vincent! I need your strength!" David Victor called out to the soul. The red-skinned imp seemed to have difficulty breaking the strong hemp rope and could not untie the ropes behind the three people. "If it was your drunkard, he should be able to break free from this bondage easily."

"Yeah, wuwuwuwu," Jack tried his best to straighten his tongue and uttered a word of agreement from his throat.

Victor: "Vincent!"

Jack: "Wenwen. Woohoo."

The three of them had their backs to each other and no one could see each other.

All I could hear was a slight snoring in the darkness.

——Vincent seemed to have eaten too much mutton. If Victor was half anesthetized, he was fully anesthetized and had fallen into a deep coma.

"This guy" David Victor's face changed drastically: "Is he asleep!!!"

"Ah, wow! ~Ah!" Jack Martin screamed.

  If this continues, I will suffocate to death in this damn place.

Little Jack thought so and squeezed the kerosene lighter out of his crotch pants with all his strength. He struggled in the dark, trying to find the lighter to burn the rope.

"Jack! What are you doing? Why are you struggling?" Victor was no match for this 180-centimeter-tall man. He felt like his legs were about to be broken. He screamed, "There's a strange smell in the air! It's the smell of kerosene! Jack! What do you want to do?"

"Ahhh! Ahhh!~" Jack couldn't utter a word.

Victor screamed, "Is that your lighter? No! No no no! No! That's not right! No way! No way! There's nothing here but alcohol!"

Jack suddenly felt desperate when he heard Victor's scolding.

  ——Since setting fire to the place is not an option, how can they escape? Who can they count on to save them?

Soul power? Can soul power do that? He doesn't even know what his soul power is capable of! How can he shout it out?

I'm afraid they can only hope for a miracle and hope that God will rescue them!

At this moment, a pair of blood-red eyes lit up in the darkness.

The rustling sound was getting closer and closer. The pair of small eyes belonged to a fat mouse, who was also a diner friend who ate and drank with them.

The fat rat grew bigger and bigger.

His body arched, his limbs deformed, and finally turned into the obese body of Jim Crow, with a ferocious face and thick flesh. He seemed to be affected by the toxin and could not even stand steadily. He took a firefly lantern from the corner of the wine cellar, which illuminated the gunshot wounds on the thick flesh of his shoulders and neck, and also revealed his naked body with golden hair on his face.

"What the hell! You three bastards! What did you do to my museum of curiosities!"