Abyss Express

There are also the last four paper balls in the [Trophy].

Victor uncovered them one by one.

First of all, the story that Jiang Xueming cares most about——

——About the life story of David Victor himself, it is also the most important historical description on the passenger's certificate.

Victor took Mrs. Bai's coffee from Jiang Xueming's hand and took a sip.

Just in the gap between exhaling and inhaling, the two little guys tensed up, and the inspiration was faint - something was going to happen!

The holy phantom phantom appeared again, and rushed towards the two of them at a speed that was difficult to catch with the naked eye.

Xue Ming instinctively wanted to raise his hands to cover his face to protect himself, but he saw the heart-shaped tail piercing his arms like sharp arrows and coming towards the door!

He felt a scorching pain rooted in his soul, torturing his inspiration crazily. The tail was like a sharp pen, writing new characters one after another on his body.

But he wasn't afraid at all. On the contrary, he felt a wonderful tranquility.

"Where do we start? Where do we start? This story." Teacher Victor frowned slightly, as if he was considering the starting point when creating a story.

The scorching air rushed towards the face, and there were burning flames everywhere, and the tongue of thirsty flames swallowed everything along the carriage.

Everything began to fall apart, like a cracked lens, burned to ashes under the colorful golden red flames.

Jiang Xueming looked at Bu Liuxing——

——Ah Xing also looked stunned and dumb, as if he had been enchanted by the wonderful illusion magic in the world, and his eyes followed the shattered illusions in the flames.

This flame phantom tore apart the dark underground railway, crushed every corner of the carriage, revealing another picture of heaven and earth.

Follow Victor's story——

——In the far and far distance, a false phantom sun rises from the sky, it illuminates the Red Rock Gobi Desert, and two railroad tracks cross the Grand Canyon of Colorado.

Cast and shaped under the sweat and flesh and blood of Chinese craftsmen.

Steam and steel gave it body, sweat and gold its soul.

The blazing wind, like a horse driver waving a long whip, blows thick clouds to the northeast, leaving a dust like yarn and mist on the Gobi Desert. Gradually in the dry season of summer and autumn, it turned into a deadly sandstorm.

"The story begins here——" Victor led the two students into the illusion: "In 1840, under the pull of fate, three young people came together."

Jiang Xueming followed Teacher Victor's footsteps, covered his face with his hands to shield the wind, and the billowing red dust on his face made him almost unable to open his eyes.

Everything in front of him caused more and more doubts in his heart.

——Is this really an illusion? This is the teacher's strength?

My nerves, my five senses, are affected by Mr. Victor's super power, can I really see, hear, touch and touch all of this?

— Back to 1840? Back in the Red Rock Highlands next to the Grand Canyon? Back to the two rails?

Bu Liuxing was so surprised that he couldn't speak, he could feel his big leather boots stepping on the soft and loose gravel, and stepping on the hot sleepers.

The moment the dust dissipated—the entire sky and the earth lit up.

Victor led the way, pointing to the people on the distant railroad tracks.

"Just ahead, there is a Chinese man who is about to commit suicide by lying on the rails. His name is Wen Bucai. He works in the Trinity Association in San Francisco and can speak English. His English name is Vincent."

Jiang Xueming followed immediately, and the three of them stopped by the railroad track, and saw a thin yellow man lying on his side on the railroad track.

The man's head was resting on the steel rails, his eyes were determined, and he only wanted to die.

Bu Meteor: "Teacher! Is he your friend?"

Victor: "My most important friend."

Bu Meteor: "Why did he die?"

—The train is coming. Bursts of black smoke were emitted from the coal stove, driving the giant beast's iron wheels towards this place.

The rumbling metallic hum and the shrill siren sounded the death knell for this desperado on the railroad tracks.

The gust of wind stirred up the cloth of the Chinese laborer——

— countless Yellow Pages contracts flew out of the lined pocket, along with a Chamber of Commerce ID.

These things answered Bu Meteor's question.

Victor grabbed one of the yellow pages contracts and showed them to the two students.

"My good friend Wen Bucai followed human traffickers from Fuzhou Port to San Francisco, and was hired by the Pacific Railway Company to translate for people from two countries, introduce more Chinese workers, and come to the west to seek gold and build roads. Choi. But—things are not as good as he thought."

At that moment, Mr. Victor roared, with great anger bursting from his heart.

"The brothers and sisters who set off with him, docked together, and built the railway together have turned into bloody contracts. On every sleeper, there are the souls of his brothers and sisters from the same country."

Uncovering the dusty history, these yellow page contracts flying all over the sky are like scars on Wen Bucai's chest——

—Look at him, he struggles like a fish desperate for life in a dry river bed. I want to reach out, grab these loose, lightweight papers, and let these scars refill the big hole in my chest.

Ah Xing was so engrossed in reading it that he also wanted to grab the hallucinated pages and help the stranger in this illusion. But he couldn't touch anything. This itself was a past event in David Victor's memory a long, long time ago.

"Someone came to save him? Right? Teacher? You came to save him, right?" Ah Xing licked his lips, seeing the North American gray wolf crouching in the grass, always waiting for an opportunity, and the crow hovering above his head.

They're also waiting—waiting for the complete death of food on the rails, the fact that the planet's top predators are completely dead.

Only after confirming this matter, these scavengers dare to risk their lives to come up to eat.

"Someone is coming." Jiang Xueming looked into the distance, and a fast horse rushed towards the railway, "It's a Caucasian man."

boom--

The sudden gunshot startled the crows away.

The jackal in the grass crouched lower and hid deeper.

A smile appeared on Mr. Victor's face: "That's my other partner—his name is Jack Martin."

The spurs on the leather boots stepped on the rails, making a metallic clang.

The leather of the crotch pocket is covered with dust, carrying the feces of the foal, attracting horseflies and blood mosquitoes from time to time.

Thick knuckles, thumbs against the bullet nest, a shell casing was removed, and a new copper bullet was replaced. There was a police badge stamp with a positive pentagram on his chest.

A red-necked cowboy held a water bottle and a gun in his hands, leaned on his knees, and looked down carefully at the Chinese workers on the railroad tracks.

The picture freezes here, motionless.

Victor introduced the little sheriff to his two apprentices: "He is the son of a gun-making lord in the era of the Industrial Revolution in England. He has made great contributions to the British royal family. He has money and power in his family. He is not willing to just mess around like this. After I die for the rest of my life, I come to the wild west to punish rape and eradicate evil."

It's like the video tape starts to fast-forward - gunfire and horses with tumbleweeds flash across this red field.

Victor continued.

"These two friends got into a lot of trouble, in the bandit-ridden, bully-infested West, [meat-eaters' paradise], and they had to deal with the Minions of the Pacific Railroad, a small town of more than two hundred gunmen. Ogre."

Following the blurred illusion of changing circumstances, the three quickly came to this brightly lit and bustling town.

Victor introduced the town in the night.

"The name of this gang is [Perfume Bottle], and its history can be traced back to the eponymous thunderbolt gunpowder gun 'Perfume Bottle' - to join it, you must perform a ritual of cannibalism, and pass this ceremony to become the Perfume Bottle Gang become ogres."

There are many towers and high platforms on both sides, and beside the dark main entrance, there are bright red cigarette butts and guns in the hands of patrol soldiers.

On the other side is the bustling commercial street, the air is full of the smell of Magu tobacco, barbecue and all kinds of cooked sausages, almost leaving Ah Xing's soul here.

Accompanying girls show off their beauty, soliciting customers in front of archways, casinos, taverns and hotels in side streets and alleys.

Victor walked and talked all the way.

"I was sketching at the inn in this town, and I met these two friends. I had a fight with them, had a drink with them, and finally set off with them. To write the most exciting and powerful in life s story."

Speaking of which, Mr. Victor lifted the illusion——

——The flames ignited again, burning through the entire world and turning back into a VIP carriage.

Jiang Xueming was still immersed in that kind of divine power, unable to extricate himself, those memories were like what happened in real life——

——In the illusion, the unwilling roar of the Chinese laborer and the frivolous expression of the cowboy when he appeared on the stage are all so real.

It's just that Mr. Victor doesn't want to go any further, and he doesn't want to let the two apprentices see the young David in their memories.

"What happened next, teacher? Why didn't you let us continue to read it? Why didn't the story of the three musketeers include you?" Bu Liuxing had strong curiosity in his eyes. He also wanted to know how friends were made and how fights were fought. Yes, how is the wine drunk.

Victor coughed softly: "I was beaten up black and blue by one of their bastards, it's really inconvenient to show you these things"

Jiang Xueming then asked: "Then what happened afterwards? Did you succeed?"

"It's the same as all the cliché heroic adventure stories." Victor said with a smile: "We showed our skills and killed the Quartet. Burned down the human circus in the town."

"Human circus?" Bu Liuxing didn't quite understand the meaning of the word.

"It's a very, very scary entertainment place. People of different skin colors from all over the world are captured, their limbs are cut off or poisoned to create deformities, and they are locked in a zoo for people to enjoy." When Victor discussed these things, he seemed to think of some bad things. remember.

When Jiang Xueming heard the word "play reward", Jiang Xueming became furious.

Victor went on to say: "We fought against the leader of the Perfume Bottle Gang again and again, but this animal in human skin is a casino veteran and keeps doing tricks. His subordinates respect him as the great leader, To praise his mental strength and willpower - but in the end, he died."

The teacher unfolded the paper completely and prepared to put it in the wastebasket.

"We toasted, cut our fingers, drank blood wine according to the Chinese custom of blood alliance - and finally parted ways at the east coast ferry, Sergeant Jack Jr. returned to England, and I went further afield to collect writing materials , but literary talent"

Bu Liuxing asked excitedly: "This Chinese worker avenged blood for his compatriots! He must be very happy, right?"

"We have helped many residents in villages and towns, and later these residents sent me a cross-border email - they said that Wen Bucai returned to the railway and lay down." Victor said the ending of the story lightly: "I don't Understand why he did this, I am afraid it is atonement."

Jiang Xueming was very surprised: "Is he dead?"

Victor sat back by the car window, looking at the boundless dark abyss.

"He disappeared, and I never saw him again. Little Jack and I followed the railway for a long, long way, and didn't find his body. If it wasn't for the first time we met, I had a fight with him and was beaten to death by him. If you had a few teeth, you would mistake him for a ghost, a lifeless person, like a walking dead."

"Teacher, you told us before that you are like a [Desperado]." Returning to reality, Jiang Xueming insisted on asking: "But the people in the city of the Death Puppet Trap are all locked up by runes, but you are different."

Xueming is still very curious, and still does not understand where the power of eternal youth in Victor comes from.

Victor held his lips with one hand, telling Xue Ming, a curious baby, to stop his curiosity and never ask any more questions.

Immediately afterwards, the VIP unveiled the next paper ball.

"Why did you just meet me when you returned? The reason is very simple, my two stupid apprentices, I also want to go [to try my luck] like you, I stayed at the death station for four days , hoping to find you all - and finally I did, which makes me ecstatic."

Bu Liuxing felt mixed feelings and didn't know what to say.

This teacher has really helped them too much, and the questions he asked are more difficult than the next one. The enthusiasm for teaching and the hope and comfort that students will grow up quickly are definitely not pretended.

Victor just wants to see the two little guys get better - nothing else.

The teacher once lost a very precious and precious friend, although Ah Xing can only glimpse that little bit from the story, a little bit by side.

Thinking about it carefully, Kid David and Sergeant Jack finally reached the ferry crossing with their companions who shared life and death, drinking, fighting and playing guns together, but they did not expect this to be the last side of their lives.

Xueming bowed deeply.

"Thank you, teacher, I think I shouldn't ask these questions, after all, teacher, you said that your own life is the most difficult story to write - you can talk about these things with the two of us, I really don't know how Thank u."

Uncover the next paper ball.

Victor smiled and pointed the way to the stupid students.

"If you want to make money, earn pyroxene coins, you can try your luck at the redstone-based chambers of commerce and schools. They are also vicious [meat eaters], and the way of expressing their feelings is simple and straightforward. They all have a clear distinction between love and hate. People don’t know how to twist and turn, but they are different from the ogres two hundred years ago—they like the delicacies of the underground world, and [food, sex, sex] in Chinese culture, Jiang Xueming, I remember you are a cook right You can make money with this craft - you guys go to the BOSS and ask for a district 18 pass. Get off at the Mimir Hot Springs Bazaar, and if you get into trouble, yell, I'm from David Victor Students, there will naturally be someone to help you."

Bu Meeo pursed his lips: "Thank you, teacher! Thank you!"

After all, this big boy was a bear hug - but Victor didn't refuse this time.

Like two flames colliding—

——When hugging Meteor, Victor can think of many things.

His good friend, Sergeant Jack Jr., is also a crybaby and can't hide anything in his eyes.

His good friend, Mr. Wen Bucai, also has obsidian-like cold eyes just like Jiang Xueming.

Jiang Xueming was very concerned about——

—there is one last wad of paper in the glass.

It was the "wrong answer" added by Mr. Victor himself. What was written on that piece of paper?

"Teacher, can I have a look at the last question? It's both a question and an answer I really want to know."

"We can only choose the [road that must be passed] in our hearts—apprentice, this is the rope I use to kidnap readers. Any serialized story must not have a clear ending, otherwise the readers will be [satisfied] , these [meat eaters] will leave contentedly and never come back.” Victor raised his eyebrows with a stern expression: “If we can meet again, my two silly apprentices, if you can meet in this dark If you meet me again, I will give you the answer. You must live! I will work hard to live!"

"En!" Bu Liuxing let go of the teacher and nodded vigorously.

Jiang Xueming also nodded.

"I'm going to continue working." Victor urged the two little guys to leave quickly.

When the two spirited lads were gone, Victor closed the door.

He bit the pen holder and swept all the waste paper on the table into the wastebasket.

Then open the last paper ball.

"In 1840, the mysterious leader of the perfume bottle gang recruited countless workers in the name of helping the Pacific Railway Company build a railway."

"This leader with exceptionally strong mental strength, under the guise of building roads, spent huge financial and material resources to secretly excavate ancient ruins, trying to find the blood of a saint in Eastern legends to make an elixir of immortality."

"Wen Bucai, Jack Martin, and me, the three of us smashed his ambition and destroyed his cannibal gang."

"I'm afraid the leader never thought that the reason for his failure was only because of more than 30 lives in his hands, and because he annoyed an ordinary Chinese worker from Fuzhou Port."

"Until he died, he didn't understand why glory and wealth couldn't buy our hearts, and he couldn't figure out why we had to fight him again and again for the more than 30 [worthless] human lives in his mouth. A life-and-death gamble. He has never regretted it, nor is he willing to understand."

"Little Jack and I drank Wen Bucai's blood, and at first we didn't feel anything wrong, until the boss of my publishing house changed two or three times, and I was so jealous that I boiled Conan Doyle to death, Boiled Tolstoy to death, even Hemingway to death—I just realized that I was so young and never aged.”

"Perhaps Wen Bucai is the holy person the leader has been looking for. His blood can make the elixir of immortality—it's no wonder I was beaten so hard by this monster."

Teacher Victor sighed.

I silently rejoiced in my heart.

Fortunately, Jiang Xueming did not choose this note.

Fortunately, the manuscript I wrote in a hurry - no one saw it.

"My two silly apprentices, may everything along the way, like Rune, be a blessing to protect you."