Abyss Express

[Part①·Slaughter Sheep Inn]

"In other words, boss, you originally used this name because you wanted to make enough money to open a large ranch." David Victor leaned on the table, borrowed paper and pen from the hotel, and wrote down the story of the owner of the store.

"Yes, yes! Yes!" The owner of the hotel looked to be in his forties, a slovenly man with beards. He rubbed his hands and showed a flattering smile: "Mr. Victor! My eldest son is also reading the newspaper. If you tell your story, if you are willing to be a golden sign - maybe more customers will come!"

"I refuse!" Victor sternly corrected: "People can like a story and spend money to buy the book home, but they can't love it so much that they empty their pockets for the person who wrote the story - this is a kind of fraud."

"Hey" the boss just felt embarrassed and didn't want to defend himself, but there was a hint of resentment in 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, holding mutton chops and immersed in cooking: "These two rude and disrespectful guys It might scare away other residents. They are like two starving ghosts and they look really ugly when eating. I’m very sorry.”

With that said, Victor took Jack Martin's money bag from his belt and took out six gold coins.

"I'm new here, and I've never used gold to pay for things. These golds are used to pay for room fees and meals. What do you think?"

The golden coins illuminated the boss's eyes. The strong man quickly accepted four of them and pushed the remaining gold coins back: "No, no, no! You don't need so many!"

Victor emphasized: "We will only stay for one night."

The shop owner heard the sound and sent back two more coins, and said with a smile: "Hehehehe! Hehehehe, only two are enough. You can still come tomorrow morning for four meals. The roasted lamb will no longer be fresh after ten o'clock."

At first, Victor was bothered by the strange smile on the shopkeeper's face, but when he received the returned gold coins, he didn't seem to see any hostility, so he didn't take it to heart.

He returned to the table and caught a glimpse of Jack Martin tearing meat with his bare hands, and Vincent using two steel forks as chopsticks—two barbarians.

He got the dinner plate, and little Jack immediately helped the teacher cut the meat, and the greasy juice splashed onto Victor's face. He didn't have a shirt and coat, so he gave them all to Selina and Violet - the skin on his shoulders and neck was bitten with red marks by the hot oil.

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

"Well" little Jack was stunned for a while, and then began to feel inferior and depressed again: "Maybe. Maybe he took away this part of his upbringing. Teacher Victor, I'm sorry."

"What a rude and ugly thing!" Victor maintained absolute concentration on the matter of eating. He knocked Little Jack's hand off with the knife and said, "Send your plate."

With that said, David Victor picked up his knife and cut Jack Martin's meal into six portions.

"The tendons of the ribs are grilled, so this part of the ribs is probably the most delicious."

The knife continued to divide the meal, and he took out the spice roots and sprinkled them with some rose salt.

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

"The remaining bone fragments and fascia are removed and cannot be put into the mouth again. I thought these were leftovers given to wolves, dogs and livestock. They are not for human consumption."

The serrated table knife is not very sharp, but in Victor's hands it becomes a sharp tool for cutting meat. He stabs and slaps it to create X-shaped cracks, and then cuts the meat along the texture of the cracks.

"The cartilage also needs to be chewed. I'll try it first."

Mr. David put a piece of soft bone into his mouth——

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

After finishing this bite, Victor brought the good meat cut from the ribs to Jack, and then cut up the leg meat.

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

"Oh! Mr. Victor! Does dividing the ingredients make such a big difference in the taste?!"

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

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

Victor: "What now?"

Jack still couldn't explain why: "It's delicious! It's even better!"

"It's really hard to understand." David Victor cut into the leg meat, and his expression immediately turned ugly: "The fat meat is too thick and it won't be cooked at all. Judging from the color, I really want to give it some blood. Maybe It can still be resurrected!”

"Hahahahaha!" Jack laughed heartily.

The more Wen Bucai listened, the more embarrassed he became. Ever since David Victor started cutting his flesh with a knife. He also wanted to learn from it, but he still couldn't learn the technique of using a flower knife to change small pieces and remove flesh along the skeletal texture.

He thought for a long time and finally sent the half-bitten ribs to Victor.

This move seems to have touched Mr. Victor’s minefield——

"——Hey! You ungrateful fellow! What are you doing? Pushing your half-eaten leftovers with teeth marks in front of me?"

Just when Wen Bu was about to reach out to take back the dinner plate, a table knife was stuck firmly between his fingers.

Victor: "Your taste in food is so rubbish! You don't know table manners either."

"I want to take it back," Wen Bucai said with shame, "What if..."

"Apologise to me! Then say your request!" David Victor emphasized: "Say it loudly!"

"Sorry, I." Wen Bucai took a napkin, wiped his mouth, and said sincerely: "Victor, please help me divide the lamb chops."

"I accept your apology." David pushed the leftovers to the other side, not letting Vincent take it anymore: "Don't eat anything that's cold."

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

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

"Mr. David, have you guys had enough?"

There were a lot of bones left on the plate, Wen Bucai burped, and David Victor twisted the napkin to wipe away a little bit of grease in the center of his lips - and caught the boss scolding him again.

"My friends didn't seem to have enough to eat, but I was - full of fire."

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

"Wasting ingredients will be punished by God. Boss, is this your craft?"

"Uh, it's my eldest son." The shop owner hesitated and looked in the direction of the kitchen: "My eldest son baked it. He used to bake it this way."

"Then you have to teach him a lesson in the future. Not every guest likes to eat raw meat. Not only will it bring parasites, but it can also bite my teeth." Victor casually swept the cold leftovers from the dinner plate onto the floor. : "It's just right to feed the mice!"

A fat mouse sprang out from the corner of the fireplace. Its eyes were shining. It picked up the mutton and ran towards the dark corner, disappearing in a flash.

"Yes! Yes, yes! Yes! Sorry! Sorry!" The boss quickly leaned over and apologized.

Vincent couldn't see the workers being wronged, so he quickly said: "Victor, don't blame him anymore, he just didn't do well enough."

"I'm helping him!" David Victor didn't take it seriously. He took a warm blanket from the door and used it as a covering material: "If this kind of hotel is robbed by robbers, he wants to make delicious lamb chops. Come and poison these robbers, I’m afraid they won’t be willing to eat them, it’s a life-and-death moment.”

Victor's eyes were unfocused, and he suddenly couldn't stand still.

"Vincent"

Jack Martin clutched 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 mouse that was originally hiding in the corner, holding the mutton and feasting on it, struggled out of 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 ran out of the kitchen in a hurry. That was Stella, the hostess of the Sheep Slaughter Inn, and the boss's eldest son Bill, who was fifteen or sixteen years old.

Victor was mute by the poison. He could not speak at all. It seemed to be a strong toxin that could paralyze muscles and freeze nerves. This meal completely made the three brothers lose their ability to resist.

[Part②·Animal friends]

The hotel door slowly closed, and the scorching sunshine near noon disappeared.

Boy Bill hugged Mr. Victor's arms and pulled off the plush blanket again. This freckle-faced little baby was still a little shy, sorry -

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

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

"He's as heavy as a dead pig! He's too big! Oh my god! Jerrys, please help me! Damn it!"

The boss, Mr. Jerrys, was still counting the gold coins in the bag when he heard his wife's shouts. He quickly came to help haul Jack, but whispered to Jack——

"——Don't worry, Mr. Jack, the big boss has ordered that you will never be killed. Originally, the venom of the three-ringed snake was used, but later it was changed to ordinary grass-leaf anesthetic. You will never die! Listen to the big boss. , you are cowardly, please don’t pee in my hall!”

For this reason, the three brothers also understood it! This is the trap left by the Perfume Bottle Boss around Sloth Town! Just waiting for them to take the initiative to throw themselves into the trap!

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 cellar basement. They were tied back to back to an upside-down round table. Their legs and feet were also tied tightly with hemp rope, and they were tied to the table. The legs are tied together.

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

"Mr. David! How can you teach me a lesson with such arrogance?! Teach my child a lesson?"

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

"Don't worry! I won't kill you. I want you to stay in the wine cellar for people to visit and turn it into a new tourist attraction!"

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

Boy Bill was holding the door open, eager to see through, and begged his father: "Can't you really give Mr. Victor a pen? Untie his hands!"

"No! No need to talk!" Jerrys slammed the door angrily, completely sealing the exit of the wine cellar.

Nothing can be seen in the pitch-black environment. Since this is a place where wine is stored, there is not much oxygen. It is estimated that they will be suffocated to death in a short time - this bunch of stupid thieves do not seem to have done the fine art of capturing alive people. , has always been in the business of dead people.

Jack Martin had no idea that the other side of himself 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 and discussing how to catch the culprit. The next second they were trapped in jail and were about to become a rip-off hotel. 's corpse.

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

"The local gangs are so rude."

Jack Martin responded hesitantly. He had eaten too much and could not speak yet.

"Vincent! I need your power!" David Victor called out his soul power. The red-skinned kid seemed to have difficulty breaking apart the strong hemp rope and could not untie the rope behind the three of them. "If it is your wine, Crazy, you should be able to break free from this shackles easily."

"Yes, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh," Jack tried his best to straighten his tongue, and a word of agreement emerged from his throat.

Victor: "Vincent!"

Jack: "Wenwen. Wuwuwu."

The three of them had their backs to each other, so no one could see the other.

Only a slight snoring could be heard in the darkness——

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

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

"Ouch!~Ouch!" Jack Martin screamed.

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

Little Jack thought so, and tried his best to squeeze out the kerosene lighter from his crotch, struggling in the dark, trying to reach the lighter and burn the rope.

"Jack! What are you doing? Why are you struggling all the time?" Victor was no match for this strong man who was over 180 centimeters tall. He felt that his legs were about to be broken. He exclaimed: "There is something strange in the air. It smells like kerosene! What do you want to do?”

"Ah, ah, ah! Ah!~" Jack couldn't say a single word.

Victor screamed: "Is that your lighter? No! No, no, no! No! No! No! No! It's all alcohol here!"

When Jack heard Victor's reprimand, he suddenly felt desperate——

——Since setting fire doesn’t work, how can we get out of trouble? Who do they expect to save them?

Soul power? Can Soul Power do it? He still doesn’t know what his soul power is capable of! How to shout it out?

I’m afraid they can only hope for miracles 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, and those small eyes belonged to a chubby rat, who was also a diner and friend who ate and drank with them.

The fat mouse is getting bigger and bigger.

His body was arched, his limbs were deformed, and he eventually transformed into the fat body of Jim Crow. His face was sinister and full of flesh. He seemed to be affected by toxins and could not stand firmly. He took a firefly lantern from the corner of the wine cellar. , showing the gunshot wounds on the thick flesh of his shoulder and neck, and also showing his naked body with golden hair covering his face.

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