Abyss Express

Chapter 801 The thief is still determined

[Part①·Charming bitch]

David Victor asked -

"——How long has it been since you woke up? Are you spying on me?"

Jack denied: "No! I didn't mean to spy! I was just aboveboard. I woke up like I was waking up from a nightmare. I didn't see anything or hear anything!"

"Really? Is this really true?" David Victor turned the chair as if by magic. His body remained motionless on the chair, but the chair slid in front of Jack Martin.

The writer frowned, shook the creative tools in his hand, clamped two pens between the fingers of his right hand, and covered his heart with one hand, as if swearing.

"I'm embarrassed to say it. I think creation is a very personal matter. It's common for the first and second drafts to be rejected. It's also common for revised manuscripts to be renamed and misappropriated by publishers. These are the things that have been written so hard. It’s even more reasonable to use it to wipe the editor’s butt.”

"Whenever something like this happens, I feel an unspeakable guilt and shame deep in my heart. Therefore, a green, unedited manuscript is like a writer's butt. You will show your butt casually. Show it to others?”

Jack pursed his lips, opened his eyes wide, and cautiously shook his head like a kindergarten child when facing a teacher's question.

David Victor's face changed from cloudy to sunny, and he flapped his hands gently, like applauding——

——The manuscript paper on the desk closed automatically without any wind, and like an obedient little puppy, it consciously stuffed it into the envelope.

"Not bad! Not bad, not bad, not bad! Jack! You are very good!"

Little Jack felt baffled by the sudden compliment - he pleaded to David: "David...Mr. David, although it is a bit abrupt, I still want to ask!"

David: "Please."

Jack: "Could it be that... Mr. David has soul power?"

David remained calm: "Yes, if in your memory, this extraordinary talent is called soul power - I do have this kind of super power."

There were fine beads of sweat on Jack's cheeks, and he couldn't help but hold his hands, trying to protect the Yajin arrowhead in his arms.

"You...you are? Is it possible that Mr. David is also a member of the Perfume Bottle Gang? Are you a group with those bandits?"

When faced with this kind of question, David answered immediately without hesitation, without any euphemism, and with a straightforward and frank attitude.

"No - actually before I met you, I didn't know what this super power was. It was like a ghost attached to my body. Only a few people in the Perfume Bottle Gang could see it, but I was not interested in it. , and I have no interaction with these bandits.”

"A week ago, when I arrived in Sloth Town to collect materials, I was fishing in the shallows to collect materials, trying to get close to life - accidentally my finger was cut off by a flying fishhook, and my hand was bleeding profusely. The wound is difficult to heal.”

"I was very angry and indulged in this sudden pain experience. It taught me a lot - it turned out that this is what it feels like to have your fingers cut open by a fishhook! It's like a red-hot iron scalding the belly of your thumb."

"The owner of the fishhook apologized to me, compensated the doctor's registration fee, and gave me some fishing bait. When he heard that I was collecting writing materials on Indians and yellow people recently, this man generously reminded me... …”

Jack Martin asked: "Prompt what? This man?"

"Yes, he looks a little six feet tall, has brown curly hair, and his fingers are as thick as German sausage. He seems to be an Eastern European." David continued to explain what happened to him: "He told me, if To obtain the documentary materials of these two races, you must understand their living habits. They are all people who are good at fighting and proficient in archery. So--he made a bow with fishing tackle, and used a bow that looked like The golden arrow points to my head."

Speaking of this, Mr. David's face became enthusiastic and excited.

"At this moment, I felt like I was speeding on a hot road, and in front of me was the gate of death to meet the trial of purgatory - the distance between life and death was so close at that moment."

Jack took out the small handkerchief he had picked up from his clothes - it was Sullivan's relic.

He bit the handkerchief, like a curious baby caught in a play.

"Then what? Then what!"

Mr. David continued: "Then I lost consciousness, and when I woke up, there was a note next to me - obviously, this note was the apology letter the man left for me. , he expressed his deep apology to me and was ashamed of the wound caused by the fishhook, and as compensation, he left more money and a small gift.”

Jack: "Could it be that..."

"Yes, this gift is the [Hell Highway] in me." Mr. David showed his soul power to Jack.

It's a pity that Jack is just an ordinary person and can't see anything.

Half an hour passed.

David observed Jack's pupils and was convinced that the other person's eyes could not accurately focus on [Hell's Highway].

David showed a regretful expression: "It's a pity that you can't see it."

Little Jack asked again: "Mr. David! Did you use your superpowers on me?"

"Yes, Jack Martin." David admitted without hesitation: "I can turn you into a book that can be read through the highway of hell, and modify any words in it without authorization. I understand you in this way. life, to portray a real and touching you - my article will become flesh and blood because of you, every line in it is shocking and shocking, and every emotional progression is like the west coast hitting a rock. The huge waves shattered people's bones and turned them into beautiful mist that only knew how to turn pages. In the vitality of the book, under the sun, it shined a brilliant rainbow."

Jack began to be timid, and became cautious under Mr. David's passionate eyes.

He questioned David: "No...it's not like that...Mr. David! How can you peek into my heart wantonly!?"

"No, it's the same as you peeking at my manuscript openly." David Victor's tone became colder and colder: "Secrets are things that everyone wants to know, even if the person has never met him, from his clothing and From the way they dress, move, and express themselves, we all use their appearance to guess what’s going on inside that person.”

"Rather than saying 'peeping', I have opened your book and am reading the words on every page openly! Aren't you curious? Aren't you going to be interested in my next chapter? , or are you curious about the next page you’re writing?”

"I'm not trying to justify what I did -"

"——On the contrary, my heart is filled with a crazy hunger, just like the primitive desire of a carnivore or a carnivore. Even if this thing does not belong to me, as long as I get it! It doesn't matter if it is stolen. No matter if it is stolen, it is the most convenient, direct and gentle way to pass it on or copy it through the medium of words and thoughts.”

[Part ②·Knight Tournament]

Jack Martin felt an indescribable feeling of fear in his heart, and he suddenly realized that David Victor's paranoia was beyond his imagination, and this guy might have gone crazy!

His eyes unconsciously glanced at the desk.

Under the paperweight, there are many writing materials used as reference, mostly magnesium powder photos and paintings, as well as specimens of various insects.

Above the paperweight is a pile of drafts neatly coded and wrapped in red envelopes. The pewter clay box of the letters lies beside it, unsealed.

[He is right! I really want to know...]

Little Jack's eyes were straight, as if the objects on the table had magic power!

[I really want to know the sequel to Mr. David’s new work in the newspaper ten days later.]

[If you can read the unmodified first draft in advance...you can compare these materials and references one by one! It can perfectly restore Mr. David's mood and intention when he wrote vigorously! ]

Jack's hand reached across the desk involuntarily.

[In the previous chapter, it was clear that the heroine Louise in the story had rescued the prince of the enemy country, but in the most critical scene of the man and woman camping alone, a copper needle smeared with the venom of a three-ringed snake was left in her bra. ...The story ends abruptly when the prince secretly opens the tent and touches the heroine's bra! ]

[I really want to know the story next time——]

[——What will happen! ]

[My heart is like a dehydrated dried fish, every cell in my body is longing for the clear spring water of [New Chapter].]

"Want to make a bet? Jack? This is a knight's joust between me and you -" Mr. David grabbed little Jack's hand tightly, with an indescribable ambiguity in his eyes: "- for entertaining Your coffee tastes really bad.

Under the Alps in my hometown, coffee brewed with scalding but not boiling hot milk is passed through a three-layer filter to remove the coffee grounds, and then the coffee grounds are used as cigarette ashtrays to be considered a qualified cup of refreshing soup. "

Jack did not dare to look at Mr. David.

Mr. David continued.

"I bet you it would take about ten minutes to make your coffee and toast your tobacco again."

"During this period, if you can hold back your inner curiosity, don't look at my drafts, and don't suddenly pull off my pants, I will agree with your statement and will never use [Hell Highway] wantonly in the future. Highway] Open other people’s hearts casually, what do you think of this proposal, this bet?”

"Okay!" Jack agreed without hesitation or hesitation.

Just as Mr. David walked out of the room and walked to the kitchen of the hotel suite.

Jack immediately sat down at the desk!

He thought to himself, grinning playfully.

[What do other people’s inner secrets have to do with my little Jack? ]

[Mr. David did not ask for my consent when he looked through my secrets! ]

[Bet me ten minutes, I will only watch nine minutes! You can’t count me as a loser! ]

[As long as you don't get caught! It’s not a peek! ]

[Sorry, Mr. David, I opened your manuscript without permission! But isn’t it true that books are written for people to read? ]

[If you can’t read it, why write it?]

[I have already apologized and admitted my mistake in my heart...so God, who knows this, will definitely forgive me! Is it right? ]

[Just a glance, I promise, only the first page - no! No no no! I only read the preface on the title page, just like reading the cover image of a magazine comic! ]

[Jack! You need to calm down! You can only see so much! ]

[But my heart can't stand being so distant! ]

With this thought in mind, little Jack took out the manuscript from the envelope.

The manuscript exudes the fresh herbal smell of pulp paper.

When Jack saw the big title on the first page.

When you see the large font of [Chapter·①] clearly, it is like offering a god to wipe the golden body of the god, and use gentle movements to open the next page.

suddenly——

——A surge of heat surged from the paper!

"What does it feel like! -"

At that moment, Jack's eyes widened, the hairs all over his body stood on end, a slight electric current ran through his skin, and a numb and strange feeling shot through his body.

"——Compared with previous finished manuscripts, the original manuscript has more bizarre lines and descriptions, but the tension of the plot and the stage background have also become broader!"

The pages of the manuscript were turned back as if they were flying!

Little Jack was immersed in the tense and exciting story. For a moment, he seemed to see his own shadow in a small character in the story!

"This book is alive! It's not sloppy! It doesn't make sense! It's like a rambling carriage! The bones created around the protagonist's story, plus the flesh and blood provided by the vivid supporting characters, and the setting composition The hair and makeup, the costumes and the scenery!”

When little Jack came to his senses, the manuscript in his hand had already turned to the last page, and he roared angrily.

"It! It's alive! It's alive! But why! Why is it gone! Why does it end like this? Why can Mr. David only write four articles in a month? How long do you want me, a poor bastard, to wait!" It’s like a flash flood, how about reading it to your heart’s content?”

The sweat on his body has soaked his back. Little Jack breathed heavily and swallowed the excess saliva in his mouth, as if he saw a sumptuous meal but couldn't wolf it down directly.

After coming back to his senses, he carefully stuffed the manuscript back into the envelope, trying to keep it looking as it was before turning it over.

At this moment, Mr. David knocked politely on the door with a dinner plate.

Little Jack immediately responded: "David Victor! Please come in! I did it! Follow your request and abide by your bet! I have done it!"

David pushed the door open and put the steaming coffee on the table in front of Jack. He had already changed his clothes. He took off his urine-stained pajamas, put on a small dress and tight leather pants, and put on a bright red suit. Green cloth boots with cocked toes, a yellow scarf and silver hair accessories, a gold cat-shaped bracelet connected end to end on her wrist, and a buckle made of seventeen pieces of red chalcedony on her waist.

David asked, "Really?"

Little Jack: "That's right! I promise not to read your manuscript, Mr. David, within ten minutes! Like a farm girl who milks cows every day, sitting on the haystack and basking in the sun, she will never look at the people passing by. Commander Jun was so tempted that he endured these ten minutes of secretly yearning for spring in a gentle and calm manner - I did it!"

Mr. David replied with a smile: "That's great! You're great! You're great!"

But the great writer's expression became disappointed again.

"What a pity...what a pity, what a pity!"

Jack also had questions in his mind: "Why is it such a pity?"

David pointed to the manuscript: "Because... it's no longer useful."

Jack: "It's useless?"

David explained: "Even the original manuscript cannot attract a fanatical and loyal reader like you. It would be a failure... I am also a failed author. The trauma and frustration in my heart make me unable to lift my spirits——"

"I'm very disappointed in my work, Jack. After this cup of coffee, you should go back to your room and go to bed."

"I will keep my promise and regard this vow as my life creed. I will never abuse my soul power to open other people's hearts at will."

"No no no! No no no no no..." Jack wanted to change his words, but he didn't know how.

[Do you want to admit it? ]

[Do you want to admit defeat? ]

[Should I tell Mr. David my true feelings? ]

[Am I a bastard scoundrel who dares to act or not? ]

[It’s really embarrassing for me! David? ! ]

[Why leave this dilemma to me? Why? ]

[I just like reading! I just like Knight Rider stories! ]

"What are you hesitating about, Jack?"

David leaned forward and leaned toward Jack's ear.