Abyss Express

Foreword:

Pain is the catalyst of character. It makes the strong stronger, the weak weaker, the benevolent more benevolent, the violent more violent, the wise more wise, and the foolish more stupid.

[Part② Second Round]

"I need energy."

Under the influence of hallucinogens, Victor's legs were wounded and sores were left.

In just half an hour, the sharp brain activity and the strange experience of the five senses almost emptied her physical strength.

That kind of feeling is like a worker who has just stayed up all night, coming from the factory to the cold wind in midwinter or early spring, no matter how many clothes he wears, he will feel the cold air drill into his bones.

Item displacement without any logic, followed by sound and light stimuli from all directions.

These abnormal landscapes will hollow out people's minds, consume people's attention, and cause frequent and sensitive brain activities. It is the same as the spiritual essence verification link in the special VIP tea room, which is a very outrageous sound and light stimulation.

Right now, Victor feels very hungry, very very hungry.

For her, writing has never been a mental job, but a physical one.

"Hey! If you continue to use your soul power to attack me, I'm afraid I won't be able to write a single word."

She seems to be threatening Puxi——

"—Don't you have the experience of writing stories by yourself?"

Why doesn't Puxi understand this truth?

She is a loyal reader of Mr. Victor, and her excellent works inspire people's desire for creation, and Puxi's younger sister often writes reading notes.

Ms. David was right—

——In this distorted environment, if Victor does not eat and maintain his physical strength, he simply cannot support the physical strength required for creation.

Text needs to be condensed, be emotionally charged, and be replaced by the characters in the story, crying or laughing with them, even if it is hatred, I am afraid that the author is the one who gritted his teeth and bristled with anger before the pen and paper.

All these thoughts, all these inspirations require abundant physical support.

But is it really necessary to feed food to Victor?

When the Morpho regains its physical strength, what changes will happen?

"My [hell neighbor] can't use the precise operation of mind control on Victor. Although her soul power can't hurt people outside the body, her essence, within the scope of her territory, can't be controlled by this tape at all. Then there is no way to manipulate the mind of this king-hunter—this is Teacher Victor’s spiritual essence, even if she is dying of hunger, she is still invincible and invincible.”

Pu Xi muttered in a deep voice, to repeatedly strengthen the impression to write down these important information.

"What about destroying her physical body? That's not what I want—I just want her to rewrite an ending, just an ending. If she can't even hold a pen, that's the worst thing that can happen. "

With a suspicious face on her face, she took a few steps outside, as if observing Teacher Victor's reaction.

Puxi understood that the woman lying on the bed at this moment was not a weak cat, but a wounded lion, just taking a nap.

Victor could clearly sense Puxi Ferdinand's spiritual pressure, if he was far away, something unexpected might happen.

Just fetch some food like this, continue to add H16T to the food, and then seal her soul power - Puxi thought so.

Two hours, this is the time limit she agreed with Duran.

If Victor can’t give a satisfactory answer or write a satisfactory story within two hours, he won’t be able to see the slightest sincerity in drafting—the detective must die here, and no one will be left alive. Bring any trouble to the godfather.

Otherwise, the person who died would be her, Puxi Ferdinand.

Just as Puxi ordered his men to go down to prepare meals.

She thought about it again, what if Victor finished writing the story? Follow her wishes, explain everything clearly, and end all suspense.

——What should we do then?

This great writer has now come to the Brown Sugar Factory of the Little Brotherhood. The monthly output value here is about four million. According to the algorithm of buying a murderer, beheading her Puxi more than forty times is not enough to pay the Patriarch.

At this time, Puxi expressed a strong reluctance in his heart. She had a sore nose, shed tears inexplicably, and then she made up her mind and prepared to pour hallucinogens into the drink provided with the meal.

"No! No!" Victor yelled, "Don't drug me—Puxi!"

It seems that Puxi has a choice, which can determine the life and death of Mr. Victor.

In fact, she has no choice. After getting the magic drug H16T, she can only choose to make mistakes to the end, and can only continue to walk on this devil road.

"Sorry, Victor"

Teacher Victor said: "I feel a kind of sad and bitter spiritual pressure, let me guess, are you crying for me? You must kill me, and you must not keep alive. When you realize this, you This crocodile actually sheds tears?"

"There will be no stories to read in the future." Pu Xi covered his face and wept, and told frankly: "There will always be a sense of loss."

When the meal was served on the long table with the bed, Victor took the lead to pick up the knife and threatened with firm eyes: "Then we have come to a fair and equal contest now! Puxi Ferdinand!"

When I realized that tableware can also be used as a weapon——

—— Puxi's eyes were out of focus.

She wanted to protect the vitals on her body, but after taking two steps back abruptly, she remembered her powerful blood-giving body.

It's not that her judgment is flawed, but the courage emanating from Ms. David is really amazing.

That kind of demeanor is definitely not a weak person who is controlled by others, with crippled legs and no soul power, but an aggressive strong person who has the chance to win.

"You used my caring heart for readers to attack me, fed me poison, and won the first round. I can't even recognize your real body." Victor said confidently: " Because your love for your works, your passion for words, and your dedication to the story itself conquered me—these things are not fake at all, and you didn’t have any selfishness when you first met me.”

The knife rotates at the fingertips, passing from the thumb to the little finger.

Immediately afterwards, a severe wound was left on the thigh artery.

The blood spurted out and splashed onto Puxi's face, reflecting her shocked expression.

"This is my doomsday wake-up call for myself." Victor said: "I must finish this work before my blood runs out."

She and Puxi emphasized.

"The poison you gave me has a very strong sense of euphoria and sedation, which will obliterate my personality! For the work, it is like a walking dead who has lost his soul. Forgive me for not being able to do what you want. If these foods There are still hallucinogens, and I can't take them, and I can't write a single word."

Wielding a table knife, she wrote her autograph on the long table.

"I, David Victor, am a person with disabled legs and loss of five senses. Maybe in ten minutes, half an hour at most, I will turn into a corpse. Puxi Ferdinand, you have to think about it. This is your last chance to fight."

It seemed that the air in the quiet room was burning, becoming hot, disturbing and exciting. Only Mr. Victor called loudly.

"Your soul power is very strong, just like a drug." Victor continued: "Our brain is dominated by various neural activities and electrical signals, and we are all slaves of the brain—and your soul power can turn people into human beings." Becoming a slave is a terrible existence. If I die at your hands, I will not be wronged. I will be glad that it is not someone else who meets you. Like my soul power, it is a spiritual manipulation type. Those who can."

"Mr. Victor" Puxi's enthusiasm for the story led her to win the first round. It was also because of her enthusiasm for the story that she decided to compete with the knight for the second round.

She took away the water glass containing the H16T hallucinogen solution, and heard Teacher Victor's approval.

"Are you in pain? That's right. Pain is the catalyst of character. It makes the strong stronger, the weak weaker, the benevolent more benevolent, the violent more violent, the wise wiser, and the foolisher stupider. The author without personality, wrote There is no shocking story."

At that moment, this VIP almost broke through the door of her heart——

— This pain comes from the Patriarch of the Fraticelli. From a silent and powerful being.

For Puxi, killing Victor just like that was almost a pain in the ass.

But the Patriarch would never allow this Morpho to leave District 48 alive.

Before she could savor the transformation brought about by this pain, Victor was already wolfing down his food, and immediately began to write.

That serious and focused attitude and expression made Puxi almost unable to look away.

[Part② The meaning of shortcut]

"Victor! My heart feels empty! Why!"

It was hard for Puxi to comprehend the brilliance emanating from this soul.

"Why are you saying these things to me? Why are you really rewriting a new ending for me?"

Until the end of the first storyboard—

——The paper was already full of words, and then he turned the page and took a break. In less than ten minutes, Victor raised his head and looked at the empty hanger, which was where Puxi Ferdinand was. fluctuation.

"The theme of my contest with you is the ending of this story. If I can finish writing it, it means I win and you get what you want. If I lose blood and die before that, I will lose."

"So what if you win?" Puxi didn't understand: "Aren't you like a cripple! You can only lie on the bed and can't move!"

"Based on the speed of blood loss." Victor poked the wound on his thigh with a quill: "The hallucinogens left in the body will be accompanied by blood circulation and lose their effect earlier. I'm afraid I won't be able to be friendly with you at that time." Annoyed, I chatted as readers and authors."

"What?!" Puxi was about to move forward and stop Victor with Mrs. Bai's product or panacea.

But she took a few steps, but she stopped moving forward!

"Why? Why can't I move? Why?"

She wanted to lift her leg and continue walking towards the bed, but she couldn't lift her calf no matter what, as the soles of her feet were welded to the ground! Can't move at all!

But when I turned around and went in the opposite direction, everything was as usual.

"My [Hell Highway] has left a curse on you." Victor used a pen as a sword, pointing at Puxi's face, "Take a good look at your face."

Puxi ran to the bathroom in embarrassment, and was surprised to find in the mirror that the distorted blood on his face gradually revealed a line of golden handwriting.

Although the writing is very sloppy, it is like waving a weak hand in a hurry to write an extremely simple order.

[do not come]

That was David Victor deliberately launching a soul attack on the astonished Puxi when he brandished a knife to self-mutilate!

If the soul power could not leave the body, then the splashed blood would be like the ritual of granting blood to a monster to activate its psychic power, an eye for an eye with an eye for an eye.

Puxi's mind is in a mess, she doesn't understand this Morpho's weird sense of ritual.

To talk about the adversity lore written with blood, it is absolutely impossible to use such gentle words.

These three Chinese characters are like a mark of shame, like a badge that ends in a contest.

It would be more natural and beautiful if it were changed to [Let’s commit suicide].

At this moment, what kind of medicine is sold in David Victor's gourd?

She doesn't understand, doesn't understand!

Tan Wangzhang is immersed in writing, and has no time to worry about the feelings of this little fan.

The idea in Victor's heart was very simple. Puxi Ferdinand must not be killed. If this cadre of the Little Brotherhood died here, her students would be in a more dangerous situation.

Other methods must be used to find out everything. This is the correct way to solve the problem of [Hell's Highway].

After finishing the second story, Puxi staggered back to the prison cell, looking at Victor with a pale face.

"You don't have much time. There is at least 1,700 milliliters of blood on Mr. Victor's bed sheet. I'm afraid you're about to go into shock." Miss Puxi summoned the tape and prepared to force it into Victor's brain, trying to match Hunter. The spiritual power of the king is head-to-head.

She had already made up her mind that even if she was desperate, she would win this contest.

If Victor dies here, he will become a demon that she will never forget in her life.

Her [Hell Neighbor] is the soul power that was born obsessed with David Victor, a strong spiritual essence ripened with drug hallucinogens, and an aggressive mimetic spirit body that takes shortcuts.

"Puxi, you came at the right time. I have been thinking about the meaning of death." David said immediately, "You taught me a lesson today. I don't know how many years have passed since the last time I was near death."

But every time Mr. David spoke, Puxi seemed to see a relative and a gentle mother. She hardly remembered her mother's appearance, and Victor now felt like a spring breeze.

"You won't let me get close to you! But you're going to die soon, Victor!"

Tan Wang didn't care: "The unbelievable thing is that under the threat of death, I actually almost finished writing this story at such a miraculous speed! Puxi! Therefore, I think that death is a kind of shortcut!"

Puxi suddenly felt lost——

——She only knew that her father was abominable, perverted and distorted, a monster who liked to collect little girls' corpses, and liked to dry them as collections.

Victor went on to say: "When a character dies, all the energy contained in it is presented in front of the readers, and this person's life becomes complete, and the final word is deafening! When the gate to heaven opens! It constitutes a Shortcut, no matter if this guy is a good guy or a bad guy, no matter how ugly the villain is, he will become good in his words when he is about to die."

Puxi immediately thought——

——Will there be a possibility that if the mother lives longer, she will not die so early, but will become like her father, a blood-sucking freak, and an evil ghost on earth.

After a long time, Puxi felt relieved and laughed for no reason. Fortunately, his mother died early. Also, as Mr. Victor said, death made the mother perfect.

"Sacrifice and death are both shortcuts." Victor's consciousness is blurred, and his eyes have begun to appear black: "I have left the spoils of this contest in this manuscript, and my [Hell Highway] will also meet You apply the soul power attack and accept the test!"

After saying this, Victor tied up the manuscript paper and threw it to the wandering Puxi.

Immediately afterwards, Puxi's little girl opened the pages of the book almost immediately. At that moment, she only felt that her consciousness was turned upside down, and she couldn't extricate herself from the blurred illusion.

The story of Sam Walker and Margaret is exactly as she imagined, with a perfect ending written by David Victor, but not as she expected——

——Margaret has not been revived, and is still a pile of fragmented corpses.

Sam Walker will take the wreckage of his lover and go to another quiet and remote mountain village full of evil spirits, where he will lift the icy curtain to see the winter snow scene, and find a panacea to cure his half-dead lover.

The story ends here——

——followed by a string of messy characters.

Puxi instinctively wanted to close her eyes!

This is the soul power attack of [Hell Highway], it is the contract of the devil's contract, but if you take a look at it, you may be deeply involved and sign your name on the contract!

Only at this time, a crow that was so eager to die rushed into the room, and suddenly turned the next page for the additional agreement of the letter!

Puxi could hardly resist such a strong wave of psionic energy. When she opened her eyes again, she had lost all consciousness. She pushed Victor to the door of Room 520 with a wheelchair.

It is already half an hour later.

The red-skinned kid with a halo on his head took out the tape from the rich woman's brain——

——Put the order of [Treat Duran and Flavia well] and put this tape back into Puxi's mind.

Like a puppet, she sat back on the sofa, and then fell asleep.

Everyone didn't dare to take a breath. Under the eyes of Tan Wangrui, the two students were silent.

After a long time, Victor glanced outside and talked to Xue Ming.

"Carry me downstairs, there is no monitoring here."

Xue Ming glanced at the teacher's leg, which was still broken.

"Don't you need to heal?"

Victor shook his head.

"You must have rang the bell for the Bloodhound, haven't you?"

Xueming: "Yes."

Victor: "Then it's okay - I feel more at ease when I go out in a wheelchair. It saves a ceremony."

Little Xingxing: "Hahahahahaha!"

Before Little Xingxing could finish laughing, Teacher Victor immediately stared at the restless student with glaring eyes.

Little Xingxing murmured: "If you don't laugh, don't laugh. Why are you attacking me?"

"Give me back the bell." Victor ordered, taking back his summons bell from Xue Ming's hand.

She opened the doctor's bag again, handed the bell belonging to 9527 to Xueming, and finally pointed to Puxi Ferdinand.

"She will wake up in fifteen minutes, and she will focus on cooperating with you in the next step, but be careful, her tape is very powerful, there may be some new variables-I can't throw it away on the territory of the Little Brotherhood. It's up to you to show your face."

At the same time, the crow that smashed the pages of the book flew back to Victor's shoulder——

——The feathers on its body are covered with golden characters, and there are a few shredded meat in its mouth, which is exactly the meal that Victor and Puxi begged for.

She used the food to attract the crow bird, and manipulated the mind with the divine power of [Hell's Highway] for her use.

"The cafeteria is open. There are few people now. Send me downstairs. I will push the wheelchair to the station by myself."

Without further ado, Xue Ming, together with Victor's people and the wheelchair, carried them down the fifth floor briskly, and climbed out of the courtyard wall.

Before leaving, Victor gave Xue Ming another tape, along with a letter.

"This is the tape that Puxi Ferdinand stuffed into my head. It can confuse people's five senses—maybe it will work. As for the other letter, open it when you go to fetch Yinhe and Jingguang. Don't let the enemy find it."

After saying this, Mr. Victor started off with a catapult, and the wheelchair flew away.

"Farewell! My student!"

Little Xingxing was lying by the window, watching the smoky wheelchair flying far away.

She just said: "Teacher is running so fast, who are you hiding from?"

Xue Ming analyzed with reason and evidence: "She went out alone, and was seriously injured. Her legs were broken, and she almost died - if it was me, Xiao Qi would be so angry that she would go crazy."

Little Xingxing finally woke up: "Oh!"

Immediately afterwards, Little Xingxing asked again, but still couldn't figure it out.

"Glory! Where is your summoning bell hidden? Is it really what I think?"

"It's very simple, eat it first." Halfway through Xue Ming's words, Puxi staggered and covered his head, and finally woke up, "The human body can't digest heavy metals, just vomit them out."