Abyss Express

[Part①·In the Black Mist]

"Mr. Victor"

Ms. Selena Crana pushed the wheelchair and squeezed into the crowded sightseeing boat——

"——I really can't believe all this."

Half a month ago, she had another name, Violet Heinz.

She was a singing girl of perfume bottles and one of the top whores in Arizona, but now she has lost all her memories and has a new life.

"About the adventure you said in the wilderness of the Colorado River Valley and in the rain forest." Selena held the silk scarf glove in her mouth and could not push the heavy wheelchair with all her strength.

Victor leaned forward slightly and pulled the hair out of the wheel——

——Selena's mental state was very bad. She often lost her hair and it would get stuck in various strange places.

"Miss Selina, that's not my original intention. I don't want you to believe this story."

"People usually use other methods to pursue and satisfy things they can't get in life."

"It seems that it will never come true, so dreams are beautiful and out of reach - knight stories are fascinating, but it's very difficult to happen in reality."

"Hey" Selina pushed Victor into the narrow cabin of the sightseeing boat. She changed into a farm girl's outfit. The linen skirt set off her two-meter-tall figure. It seemed that there was an endless vitality emerging from this healthy body.

"You don't need to write my name in there, do you? You are so wicked!"

Selena said with a wry smile-

"--Violet? Violet Heinz? A slutty whore who poisoned her customers? A spider freak? You want to start a new life with my name? Huh?!"

David Victor did not respond. He was very grateful to Miss Selena for sending him off. He put his hands together and hugged the cross. The silver chain hung on his wrist and pressed against his forehead.

"Thank you for your generosity, Selina. You have a new life, but Violet doesn't have this opportunity. She can't change her fate and can only accept it passively."

"I won't pursue this stigmatized character in the story! Few people care anyway." Selina's smile was simple and generous. Under the sparkling sea tide and in the warm morning sun, she showed her eighteen teeth with her back to the coastline, and expressed her happy smile unscrupulously: "I don't know who would like this kind of story. It's really strange."

Selina Crana put down the songbook program and threw away the Broadway schedule. Hang the notice letter of the Vienna Golden Theater on the head of Victor's bed-her life has a noble person to help her.

Although she didn't know who this noble person was, at least she understood that the next trip to Austria should be smooth sailing.

What David Victor didn't say clearly was here---In order to atone for his sins and to get him out of prison, his father and mother built such a theater for the local government.

It was completed around 1860. Before that, the Schönbrunn Palace Square held a twenty-year-long art performance, recruiting artists from all over the world to accumulate popularity.

"The more people lack something, the more they desire it." Victor pushed the wheelchair and stopped at the small table beside the bed: "If there is no freedom and love, sing praises to freedom and love."

"If there is no courage and friendship, sing praises to courage and friendship. If there is no wealth, sing praises to wealth."

"One day I don't have to write stories about knights and rangers, then it means that the people in these stories have been integrated into everyone's life and become nameless and faceless people."

Ms. Selena didn't have any ideas. She only knew that Mr. Victor had a weird temper and was a very long-winded storyteller.

These few months in the American continent made her feel suffocated and exhausted. She remembered that she worked with the village women on the farm in the small town, drying straw and driving cattle and sheep, beating insects and milking milk in the hot and humid cowshed, just to get close to life, just to write a few songs that Americans also like to listen to.

She was eager to return to the civilized world as soon as possible, squeeze into the palace theater again, and enjoy the rich life that followed.

But some instincts will not change, and some survival skills have not been forgotten.

A fat rat just rushed from the deck to the cabin, and was kicked back into the water by her!

"You are really talented! Selena!" Victor praised: "The ship is leaving the port! Go back to your room!"

"I don't want to leave!~" Ms. Selena tilted her head and stuck to the door, staring at little Victor with seductive eyes: "Can you stay a little longer?"

"I'm going to work, please." Mr. Victor took out a feather pen. His fountain pen had been broken for a long time. In the fights of life and death, and the spiritual power attacks, I don't know when the pen core broke, split into a sharp V-shaped fork, and couldn't write at all.

"Okay!~"

Selena pouted. She always felt that something was not done. Part of Violet's desire to conquer and part of her possessiveness left in her mind were at work-it seemed that she couldn't let go of this strange relationship.

She slowly closed the hatch and peeked at Mr. Victor through the ventilation window.

When she met those emerald green eyes, she was immediately driven by the hot and sharp gaze. She returned to the railing, facing the salty, hot and humid sea breeze, holding her sun hat tightly, hunched over and looking into the distance.

It seemed that time was frozen at this moment, and the whistle of the sightseeing boat sounded. It was getting farther and farther away with the tide, and the white beach was getting farther and farther away.

The rat that fell into the water finally climbed onto the shore. It couldn't find a suitable home and didn't dare to go back to see George Joshua——

- It screwed everything up, Jim Crow was a complete loser, but it was evil enough.

The devil will not give up on any fallen child, just like God is always absent, God is always late, God doesn't fucking exist at all.

The same was true for George Joshua, who happened to leave the steamer and limped back to Queens Boulevard from the bedroom of another powerful Senate official, clutching his buttocks, his face ashen.

I found a random seat next to the coffee shop, ordered a breakfast, bit off the crumbs, and landed right on the face of the fat Jim Crow rat.

"Hmm"

Mr. Joshua, who has a handsome face and a tall figure, immediately discovered this promising talent.

"The news in the newspaper about the fire in Sloth Town, Arizona, is true. Look at you, look at your decadent and depressed look - don't worry, don't worry."

"We still have a long time."

He casually rolled up the dirty rat with his rubber toes and put it in the bread.

The teeth marks circled Jim Crow in a complete circle, almost scaring Jim to the point of pissing himself.

George Joshua smelled fear, and he was more than satisfied.

"Go on and do your work for me, you little wretch."

Jack Martin returned to the tracks and took his boots with him - boots sewn from human skin.

When he returned to Sanyang Town, he was left alone.

Warrant Officer Rodriquez arrived belatedly with a group of Rangers. The old, fat state police sergeant found Sullivan Okopela's hat from the fire scene-this hat seemed to become a key piece of evidence. , is the king of heat resistance in North America. It seems to have been specially treated. Without the parrot feather decoration, its hard shell leather is burnt and blackened, but the outline of the hat can barely be seen.

"Looks like the perfume bottle is in a little trouble."

The warrant officer put his gloves back on, found a portion of Sullivan Okopela's bones in Jack Martin's backyard, and compared them with the village dentist's records to identify the deceased.

The herald who was responsible for recording the case was nervous and excited: "Our Sheriff Jack Martin, the bandit who killed the perfume bottle, my God"

Jack hid, he liked to hear this, he was looking forward to it, and eavesdropped with joy and excitement.

The warrant officer then said: "No, I also have a share of the credit."

The herald said: "Why don't you take the hat instead of the head and send it to the state government to receive the reward?"

"It's a good idea." Warrant Officer Rodriquez said with a smile: "Relying on Jack Martin alone? He can't complete the task of suppressing bandits! Everyone in the Rangers has a role-this hat belongs to me. !”

"Hey!" Jack suddenly jumped out from behind the fence——

——He was so angry that his mouth and nose were filled with smoke, and black gas came out of his mouth and nose.

"Put on your veil, little girl!"

For a moment, the police officers who were still walking around the manor were frightened by Jack Martin.

They thought this kid was dead! No matter what, I can't survive!

"Schneider is better than Dresser! Warrant Officer Rodriquez!" Jack emphasized repeatedly: "This credit belongs to me!"

There was no gun, no knife, and the horse left Jack forever.

The warrant officer was about to take out his gun and kill this little guy who was in the way.

"[Kneller·Deathstroke]! Tie him up!"

A strong noose emerged from the evil spirit's sandy arm, and the clock dial was engraved with a clover pattern. Little Jack wrapped his arms around the warrant officer's gunman and pulled the bright revolver into his hand. .

The sun had just passed overhead, exactly at noon.

"Bang!--"

The first shot blew off the warrant officer's badge.

"Bang!--"

The second shot flew away the orderer's Colt M1835!

"Bang! Bang!——"

The third and fourth shots fired into the courtyard wall and penetrated the wall. The bullets deflected the barrel of the Dresser rifle and caused the two state troopers to stumble and fall.

"Bang!--"

The last bullet flies into the sky.

As the railway continued south, Wen Bucai put on a straw raincoat to block the sun.

He lay down on the railway track again, trying to listen carefully to the movement of the trains - he had no map and didn't know how far he had gone. He only knew that if he continued walking south, he should be able to find Father Kevin's hometown.

If he doesn't follow the tracks, he will get lost.

But the messengers who came and went, as well as the merchants and travelers with carriages, all thought that the Oriental was planning to commit suicide by lying on the rails. Occasionally, a well-intentioned person would remind him, and Wen Bucai would quickly get up and avoid being hit by the train again and again.

He finally gave up——

——Because of the scenery along the way, and because of the rapid flow of time.

He could not knock down the Pacific Railroad. There was no way a single man could destroy such a behemoth.

The ground-breaking project for the western section of the railway would not officially begin until 20 years later, and a total of more than 3,000 kilometers of rails would be slowly completed.

For Wen Bucai and his fellow residents of Shekou, a small part of Arizona's railway facilities is just a small experiment, a trial operation - he cannot stop the power of a country working together for all sentient beings.

Three years later, he got news from Kevin and once again embarked on the road of seeking revenge alone.

The destination of this return ticket is London, England.

[Part②·Saxophone and Guitar]

Time flies, turn the clock forward.

Come to the starting point of the story, to the moment when Bu Liuxing broke into David Victor's VIP carriage.

"David Victor, the victory is decided!"

Bu Meteor put together the last piece, and the rhodonite on his chest no longer glowed.

"Our duel is over, let's talk about the log in the cabinet!"

At that moment, the young and reckless crying general stood up with his head held high.

He walked up with blood-stained fists, ready to let Teacher Victor test his 193-centimeter wingspan and try the 90-kilogram punch.

The fists are like siege shells! There was no more fear in his heart, no more inexplicable pressure.

The fist wind, carrying blood foam, suddenly stopped at the tip of Jiang Xueming's nose.

In a corner where no one is paying attention, in the hidden mezzanine of the remains of the bookcase.

A manuscript that has never been sent back to the publisher has just been exposed.

Its title is "The Red and Black Boy Still Motionless"——

——It is Victor’s treasure, a past event that he does not want to make public.

But at this moment, the VIP of the Red Stone Man turned his head, secretly wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and looked at Jiang Xueming and Bu Liuxing, with infinite tenderness and nostalgia in his eyes.

Long before the arakkoa's Benjamin Black arrived in Alaska.

The last patriarch of the Franciscans (little brotherhood) found the ruins of a temple in a national park on the American continent.

This patriarch has a gray beard and is already in his seventies. He came here to find the holy blood of immortality——

——Three months later, Lawrence Madison received three twisted gold cups, three crosses, and three large bowls.

This Protestant patriarch shoulders the important mission of reviving Platform Zero and rebuilding the Little Brotherhood.

In order to test the reliability of the holy blood, he fell in love with a pair of perfumer sisters with abundant essence. Flavia and Duran became the test subjects of the holy blood of the Quetzalcoatl. Legend has it that this holy blood is stronger than the immortal. The elixir provided by the alliance is more reliable - it is not afraid of sunlight.

October 1887.

The wanderer who returned to his hometown finally breathed a sigh of relief——

——Jack Martin returned to Edinburgh and traveled all the way from Portsmouth Harbor to find his ancestral home.

He still hasn't aged. He received a letter from Vincent. When talking about his current situation, Jack was eager to return home - he didn't expect that this partner would have a family after coming to England, and Vincent got married and had children! This is a great thing!

He was still preparing gifts, and when he arrived at the Scottish estuary in Edinburgh, he walked through a cobblestone road and found the home of a craftsman who was proficient in flower gardening.

"Hello!"

The person who came to pick up Jack was a middle-aged woman wearing a black veil and speaking softly.

Jack Martin immediately asked: "Hello, madam! I'm here to get the gift!"

But Mrs. Heisha couldn’t bring out anything——

"——I really don't have time to prepare the flower bouquet you want, I'm sorry."

"Sir Jack Martin, my husband died of illness not long ago. I have to deal with the funeral and I really don't have time."

"Oh! Uh" Jack didn't mean to embarrass anyone. He took off his coat and hat, hung it on the coat rack, shook off the rain and dewdrops from his trouser legs, stepped on the carpet and cleaned up all the mud and dust.

The lady quickly welcomed the distinguished guest in and immediately went to prepare snacks and tea.

Jack didn't know the gardener's real name yet, but he only knew that businessmen in the flower industry liked to call her Sayuri. She had been married a long time ago - the flowers she made were very beautiful, with a strange, almost geometric beauty.

"Mrs. Lily, I really didn't expect it." Jack Martin was in a daze. He didn't have much time: "It was just a drop-in. I guess I have to rush to Winchester tonight and go to London tomorrow."

"In such a hurry?" Mrs. Lily took a bottle of jasmine tea from the easel.

Jack caught a glimpse of the work on the easel and was suddenly startled——

——The lifelike sunflowers are like living vegetation, so brilliant and vivid in the cold and dim soot haze weather, on the coast of Edinburgh, in the gray sea tide outside the window.

"Whose work is this?"

"You must not know that his name is Van Gogh." Mrs. Lily responded: "He is an unknown little painter. A few years ago, he asked someone to find a model, so I introduced Krasina to him."

"It turns out Krasina is a prostitute."

At this point, Mrs. Lily's action of boiling water to make tea also froze.

"I thought she might like this job. It's also selling her body, and maybe she can earn more money by working for a painter - but it turned out that Van Gogh couldn't even afford the modeling fee, hey!"

Jack Martin didn't like what he heard and pointed to the window of the big house——

"——The British government doesn't want ordinary people to survive. It also imposes a window tax on real estate taxes. What a bunch of blood-sucking bed bugs! Obviously, the black smoke in the sky is caused by the pollution caused by burning coal mines! Ventilation and breathing of air have to be calculated separately! He Oh shit"

Mrs. Lily brought the tea cup, leaned over and touched little Jack's head, telling the distinguished guest not to be so angry and to think of something good.

"Look at this! Jack! Van Gogh and Krasina are together, and they have a child."

While Jack was drinking tea and eating biscuits——

- Mrs. Widowmaker went to the side room.

There was a strange gurgling sound of water coming from the door of the side hall, and less than a minute later, Mrs. Lily came out holding a ball of big red roses that looked like fire.

"Look! My sword is not old yet?"

"Wow!" Jack's eyes lit up: "Mrs. Lily! Are you ready? Why."

The little widow didn't answer, and her face under the black veil seemed particularly stiff——

"——Just take it. You have to travel at night and you can't doze off. I hope you have a safe journey!"

After seeing off the distinguished guests, she took off her veil and went to the basement. He took off the wet human skin mask, slowly leaned to the desk, and opened the cellar secret door.

There is a deeper road that leads to a golden ocean 17 kilometers underground.

The husband she longed for was still standing frozen at the desk and in front of the stargazing platform of the second-story foreign-style building.

Close the last page of the book.

David Victor lay at the bloodhound's knees and told his lover all the memories.

When it came to Ms. Violet's section, he received three slaps in the face, which made him take notes angrily——

——On what love brings to men.

But this jealousy was tinged with sweet love, and Lady Bloodhound held her husband's chin.

Counting the red marks on his finger, he kissed her fifteen times in total.

They kiss, they interlock, they hug each other.

Ao ruthless Mingde stood by the window and kept complaining——

"——Don't just do things without giving birth to babies! I'm waiting eagerly!~"

The curtain suddenly fell, and BOSS was caught by the Hunter King. From the window sill of the guest room on the 32nd floor, he sat in the hanging basket used for high-altitude cleaning operations.

Outside the entrance of JoeStar's club, a barbecue grill is set up on a small table in the pavilion.

Wen Bucai just handed the kebab into Jack's hand.

"eat!"

Jack Martin's body trembled, he woke up from his sleepy dream, uncovered the stand-up collar of his black clothes to reveal his ugly face, and then stretched.

"How long have I been asleep?"

Wen Bucai: "Just for a little while."

Jack: "Where's Victor?"

Wen Bucai: "He doesn't have such a good reputation!~"

Jiang Zheng had just picked up BOSS from the arms of the hunting king. She hugged the good cat and ran to the cabinet to send BOSS back to jail - she was already twenty-three years old and a big girl.

Jack Martin turned his head and looked at the guest room floor of the Council of Five Kings——

"——How about I send him a copy?"

Wen Bucai urged without thinking.

"Now! Immediately! Immediately! Fly over! Send it in through the window!"

"Surprise him!"