Abyss Express

[Live Talisman: Longevity and Longevity]

[Characteristics: A large lock made of gold, silver and silicate mineral rose pyroxene. ]

[Amulet category: anti-spirit / fate lock]

[Universality: Amulets can drive away spirits for passengers in the environment of spiritual disasters. Most spiritual disasters can affect people's brain waves and optic nerve signals, causing people to have hallucinations. The light of pyroxene can illuminate the real environment. Passengers are directed to the right path. ]

[Instructions for use: Rose pyroxene is a triclinic crystal. If you are in a spiritual disaster, keep your enthusiasm, bravery, and anger, it will help you avoid disaster. ]

[Production organization: Jiujie Station Pyroxene Iron Works, Lingweng. ]

[Remarks: The fate lock given to children who have not yet grown up is originally a treasure cherished by the wet nurse, as a blessing to protect the children until they grow up-the nurse will unlock the fate lock and release the real ability . ]

The future of this journey is uncertain and unpredictable.

In order to better understand the abilities of teammates. Jiang Xueming also read A Xing's two instructions.

After reading the talisman, he opened the brocade box and took out Ah Xing's cane.

[Middle Masterpiece: The Iron Knight]

[Characteristics: A carbon steel ceremonial staff manufactured by die-cast Seiko. ]

[Weapon category: Strike/Slash/Sword/Scepter]

[Versatility: This stick can cut weeds for passengers and fight with swords. Its handle is like a steel hammer in the shape of a lion, and it can draw a fast sword from the end of the stick. ]

[Instructions for use: Envoys in ancient times had keepsakes when they entered and exited the gate. The knights took off their armor and put on their gowns. When they could not wear swords, they had Patton's fighting skills and bodyguard staff. ]

[Production organization: Jiujie Station Iron Works Ao Run]

[Remarks: Regarding humility, honesty, compassion, valor, justice, sacrifice, honor, and soul, you don’t have any of these eight virtues—do you only have hunger and lust? ]

at the same time--

——Bu Meteor knocked on the golden door of the VIP carriage.

He could faintly feel that there was an inexplicable fate, like gravity, dragging him to the door.

Thinking of Big Brother Xueming’s exhortation——

——In the underground world, everything should be done carefully.

But he couldn't control his hands, just like just now, he couldn't control his eyes from leaving the novels in the newspaper.

To use a fantastic metaphor.

"It's like you know it's hard to stay up late, your body is howling, your eyes are dry and red, but you still can't get away from your phone, computer, TV—you can't leave these things."

At this moment, Ah Xing was talking to himself, not only as if he was looking for an excuse for himself, but also like the eccentricity of Mr. Jason Megan, who wanted to repeat and emphasize repeated strengthening of memory.

He knocked hard on the golden door, becoming more and more impatient.

"Mr. Victor! Are you inside?"

He couldn't wait to know what the next chapter of the novel was about—what was the continuation of that story like?

The door flew open suddenly.

A thin and stern face emerged from the half-closed door.

Devil Victor [David Victor] didn't move.

It is difficult for Ah Xing to describe the appearance of that strange man - that cold and stern temperament is different from everyone he has ever seen.

Under a head of exploding golden curly hair, there are angular browbones and a broad forehead.

Green eyes like emerald gemstones are deeply set on both sides of the high three-dimensional bridge of the nose.

The lips are thick and fleshy, the chin and cheekbones are slightly thinner, like an anorexic patient who has a regular schedule but has been on a long-term diet.

It's completely different from the feeling Jiang Xueming gave Ah Xing——

——Brother Jiang Xueming is like a piece of pure ice.

The writer in front of him was like a glass of absinthe with a green light, his facial features and temperament alone gave him a dreamlike feeling.

Victor's hand rested on the doorknob, with a broad metacarpal and rough knuckles. Bent body, sticking out head, as if hiding inside the door, staring at each other outside the door.

There was indifference and contempt in those big green eyes.

Bu Liuxing was scared and delighted at the same time, unknowingly, he had already regarded this author as an idol in his heart.

"Mr. Victor! I didn't expect that I could really see you here!"

He took off his hat, leaned over in a panic and nodded in salute.

David Victor didn't have any positive response—

——He just glanced outside the door, looked left and right, and made sure there was no one else.

Only then did Victor come out, and walked up to the reckless reader Bu Liuxing in a serious manner.

He was wearing pajamas with his right hand behind his back, looking very polite.

He is over 1.8 meters tall, and he still has to look up at Ah Xing.

He played with the pen in his hand, which seemed to be the stick given to him by the BOSS, looked at Ah Xing again and again, but still did not speak.

Bu Meteor was stared at by Mr. Victor and felt hairy inside—it didn't feel right.

Brother Ming said that passengers who have been riding underground for many years will have some mental problems.

Perhaps Victor is also an old passenger with rich experience and has been to many places, so he behaved so strangely?

Ah Xing settled down and wanted to introduce himself.

"Mr. Victor, I am your reader!"

Before Ah Xing finished speaking——

- Interrupted by David Victor: "Keep quiet. I'm watching you."

Ah Xing also wanted to get close. He remembered that David Byrne, an armed employee in Fangfeng Village, also had this name.

"Mr. Victor, do you know how many coincidences there are in the world? When I came to the station, the first security guard I saw was also named David. Do you think this is our fate?"

"I said—keep quiet." Mr. Victor paced around in circles, poking his head in front of and behind Bu Meteor, scanning up and down.

Ah Xing became more and more nervous——

——He didn't understand Teacher Victor's intention.

He sneaked a peek at the writer's demeanor, but he couldn't see any distracting thoughts. His expression was determined and serious, as if he was really observing a sculpture or a work of art—in Mr. Victor's eyes, it seemed that there was only enthusiasm for art Pursue.

"When I meet interesting strangers. I can't help but observe their appearance carefully, trying to figure out their behavior habits and micro-expressions." Victor explained: "Excuse me, I haven't asked yours yet. Name, or you have calmed down now and know what politeness is—when you call on a stranger, please state your name first."

"My name is Bu Meteor! Teacher Victor!" Ah Xing regained his energy all of a sudden, he was finally freed from the feeling of being watched, and breathed a sigh of relief.

He thought to himself——

——The feeling of being stared at just now is really strange.

"You already know my name, so you don't need to repeat it like a long and redundant nonsense article." Teacher Victor still stood up straight with his hands behind his back and his head held high.

He greets uninvited guests with a profile portrait at a forty-five-degree angle, just like a profile oil painting with golden ratio, and begins to talk slowly.

Victor: "When we first met, I had an unkind request."

Bu Meteor's brows suddenly relaxed, and it would be great to hear that Victor has something to ask for—after all, Brother Xueming said so.

People should help each other!

Maybe as long as I help Teacher Victor, wouldn't I be able to read the novels in the Sun Times in advance?

"Just tell me, if there is anything I can do to help you, I will definitely find a way!"

"The first thing I ask you to do—" Victor pointed out, "—is to call me [you], not [you]."

"Oh, that's easy to say." Bu Liuxing scratched his head: "Why? I respect you."

Viktor gritted his teeth, and interrupted impatiently again: "Because this kind of inexplicable honorific will make me feel anxious and troubled—please don't use that frivolous and dissolute title to talk to me like a star idol anymore. Bu Meteor, you can call me by my first name—you and I are mortals, born between heaven and earth."

"Oh hahaha. Haha" Ah Xing felt the inexplicable pressure——

—Yes, it is pressure.

When facing Mr. Victor, he seemed to be choked by an invisible hand. This hand didn't strangle him directly, but it became difficult to breathe.

When getting along with brother Xueming, Ah Xing also felt a similar pressure when we first met, but as we got to know each other better, the time got longer and longer-this pressure disappeared.

Perhaps this is why the passengers are afraid of Brother Xueming.

David Victor also has the same power, maybe Victor and Brother Xue Ming have the same spiritual power.

"The second thing I want to ask you." Mr. Victor said about the small troubles at work: "When I was writing, I encountered some difficulties that I could not solve alone."

"Oh! Write a novel! I like it!" Bu Liuxing became excited again, wanting to say something vividly.

——He was immediately choked by Victor's silence gesture, and he didn't dare to speak again.

Victor stepped out of the way and opened the door wide open.

"It's a long story, why don't you come in and talk to me in detail."

Bu Meteor looked inside the door——

——It is a simple but not simple studio.

The decoration inside the door is very weird, why is it described as weird.

Because the desk is next to the kitchen shelf, next to the kitchen shelf is the bathtub, and next to the bathtub is the bed.

The headlights on the top of the carriage illuminate the oil painting on the ceiling, which is the starry sky painted by Van Gogh.

In addition, the shower and toilet are squeezed into this narrow private space.

A bright red carpet extends straight into the door - until the tail of the carriage, this is the last section of the train, the safety door at the rear of the carriage has been removed, and from this door, you can see the scenery passing by on the road .

"Judging from your body's reaction." Victor stood on tiptoe and whispered in Ah Xing's ear: "It seems that you are afraid, and I think you are, I think I am a lonely and weird person-if my reckless invitation makes you feel Offended, please go back the same way. But please keep it a secret, don't publicize my whereabouts, don't tell anyone in the car, I don't want to be awakened by a louder knock on the door when I am creating."

"No! No, no, no!" Bu Liuxing pursed his lips and inhaled sharply through his nose, like a bullfighting bull with red eyes, "The teacher asked me to help, how could I refuse!"

After all——

—— Ah Xing broke into the studio.

He found a comfortable position, as if fighting against anger, as if he wanted to prove his ability, he sat leisurely on the chair, the guest seat next to the desk.

He rolled up his sleeves, pretending that he had returned to his own home, stretched and yawned casually, as if he was about to fall asleep in peace.

He yelled carelessly: "Mr. Victor! I'm already sitting here, and I'm ready. You just said that writing a novel encountered a problem. Feel free to ask any questions!"

Victor closed the door, still with his right hand behind his back, and calmly sat back on the seat of the master's house.

"Bu Meteor, you have two scents on your body, one is Gucci's Mystery of the Snake? The other is Dior's Wilderness? Or Untamed? I can't remember the smell of these luxury goods clearly, but I can vaguely recognize them "

"Oh." Ah Xing was a little embarrassed, this was originally the perfume he used for girls, "the other one is a sporty one."

"Then it means that I'm right and I've found the right person." Victor stubbornly put his right hand behind his back, bit open the cap of the pen with his mouth, and made a note on the manuscript paper: "Bu Meteor, you should be a person with rich emotional experience." people."

"Yes. How do you see it?"

"You have well-developed lacrimal glands, a lot of capillaries in the corners of your eyes, and fleshy nasopharyngeal tubes and around your eyes, which are the characteristics of frequent crying. A handsome young man who loves to cry and has money will often be approached by hunters."

"It seems. That's the way it is. Teacher, you are really good at seeing people."

"Now it's easy to talk about it. I want to know how it feels to lose a lover."

Victor picked up the pen, leaned in front of Bu Liuxing, and said swearingly.

"Please tell me your experience, how does it feel to lose your lover, and parting with your lover? It would be great if you can be more detailed. If you can be detailed, it is like cutting open your chest and taking out your heart for a closer look. Just look at it."

Ah Xing's body leaned back involuntarily, and Victor suddenly rushed up like this, making the pressure more and more terrifying.

All of a sudden, Ah Xing's cold sweat dripped from his forehead to his chin.

Victor sat back again, sensing the nervous and delicate emotions of this little guy.

"Sorry, I'm a bit paranoid, but I feel like a real failure, I don't have any relationship experience, let alone understand women—

——All the novels I serialized in the Sun Times were aimed at serving male readers, and never considered the feelings of female readers.

——The purpose of writing this time is to write a love theme that I have never touched before. It's not a daring attempt, it's just because I want to kill the mediocre, lazy self I used to be. "

"Are you talking about the story I saw?" Bu Liuxing asked cautiously, "Is that the story of Broken Hand?"

"Yes." David Victor described it cautiously. When dealing with his own story, he was as cautious as holding a scalpel and going to undergo surgery: "I didn't even think about the title of the book. Feeling like trying it out, I sent it to the newspaper. But.”

All of a sudden—

——Victor changed from extremely calm to a raging lion, with a mournful roar from his throat.

"But the editor of the newspaper didn't even look at it! He just posted my draft in the newspaper!"

From extreme cold to intense heat, it took almost a second.

Ash was too shocked to speak.

All he knew was that Brother Xueming had told him that the passengers on the ground had weird tempers and strong personalities, but this was the first time he had seen someone like Victor.

"I won't ask a stranger I met for the first time to understand my restless mood." Victor regained his composure, as if the roar just now was Ah Xing's auditory hallucination, "I won't ask you to talk with me What unnecessary empathy do I have, Meteor, I tried my best to tell you the whole story clearly-but the author's unrevised draft is like the author's ass, they actually put My ass was placed on the newspaper majestically!"

This kind of strong obsession, as well as shame, these emotions are like a scourge, making Ah Xing restless.

Victor went on to say: "It was a mistake. I would have liked the story to have been honed, to have a headline, to have a subtitle, to have a full message and a quote, and not to be so sloppy, using a mask as an apron, saying [Living by a Thread] ]’s crude conception.”

"Perhaps. Readers won't be too..." Ah Xing managed to pick up the words: "I won't care too much. Mr. Victor, are you...too allergic?"

"But I care." Victor was serious, his eyes were bloodshot: "I care very much. If I take a picture of your butt and put it in the newspaper"

Ah Xing: "Is there such a good thing?"

The strange silence lasted for about ten seconds.

Victor regained his composure.

"In short, I hope you can listen to my grievances to the end.

I'm completely stuck in this rough story, the serialization has already started, I'm stuck in a kind of anxiety to drive ducks to the shelves——

——Bu Meteor, I have revised the first draft into the third draft, and the director of the newspaper office has also apologized to me.

But in this love-themed story, I'm missing one thing, a fake is a fake, and no matter how cryptic my writing style is, it can't be true. "

Victor babbled, feeling down and pointing to the tail of the car with a pen, pointing to the missing tailgate.

"Looking out of this door, I can get a lot of inspiration, and I see the true meaning of life--

—I see people marrying and having babies here, and I see yarn sheep or skuas and bats migrating with subterranean tides, and they couple in caves.

——I see that the birth and disappearance of life are inseparable from the link of love. This female character is missing in my soul, and my works are like its theme, with only a severed hand. "

"This. I'm afraid it's hard for me to help you." Bu Liuxing smiled awkwardly: "Teacher, I'm not a woman, and I don't know what girls think when they are in love. If you want to find material from me, then I can only talk about the wild thoughts of boys when they are in love."

"." Victor was silent, propping his chin with his left hand alone, biting the barrel of his pen with dark eyes, silent.

Ah Xing didn't dare to speak——

——He squinted his eyes, unwilling to meet Victor's oppressive eyes.

Suddenly, I saw a series of dark red at the junction of the carpet and the floor.

This made Ah Xing pay more attention, and his pupils began to shrink and focus.

That string of viscous thick red liquid - is blood.

Ah Xing has no other skills, and he still has a lot of experience of being beaten and bleeding. The scarlet fluid under the dark yellow light slowly soaked into the carpet, leaving a deeper dark red in the wool of the red carpet, so that when he first entered the room At the time, he didn't find these bloodstains either.

All this made Ah Xing even more restless.

Why is there so much blood? Whose blood is that?

It's not right, it's really not right.

Do you want to notify the flight attendant? right here? Or should I call brother Xueming after leaving?

I have to find a way to escape. But if I leave directly, will Teacher Victor become suspicious?

In the long silence, only the train's iron wheels and tracks intermingled with deafening percussion music.

Ah Xing tried not to let himself look at the string of blood, and wanted to look away—the random thoughts in his mind almost forced him to stand up, and he wanted to escape from this narrow and weird studio immediately.

He also glimpsed under the starry sky oil painting on the ceiling, and on the bookshelf exhibition cabinet on one side, the collection of books looming.

Bu Liuxing seemed to have found a life-saving straw, he wanted to get out of this oppressive and weird atmosphere, "Mr. Victor, I want to see your book collection, can I?"

Victor was still thinking, still with the anxious look he had when he encountered a problem: "Well, remember to put it back after reading it."

Bu Liuxing let out a breath, as if rolling off the electric chair, and walked slowly to the bookshelf.

He carefully avoided the bunches of blood on the carpet, and he could barely smell the rusty smell of blood from the incense in the air.

——That’s right, it’s blood.

Again, he was convinced, there was blood in David Victor's studio.

He touched the door of the cabinet tremblingly. Under the dim light, it was difficult to distinguish the titles of the books in the cabinet. He could only see thick books the size of a palm, neatly listed among them.

Ah Xing kept laughing, as if he had discovered a treasure: "Are these the teacher's writing inspiration?"

"Yes." Victor replied, "It's a log."

"Yes" Bu Meteor didn't recover for a while, and opened the cabinet door with his hand: "Passenger's"

"Log?"

The unique aroma of book pages wafts from the door of the cabinet, and each diary has a name written on it, the strange name of a strange passenger.

They are densely packed in the bookcase, there are at least two hundred books.

Bu Meteor felt his body was stiff and he couldn't move a step anymore. The cold sweat on his vest had already soaked through his spirit clothes, turning into a cloud of cold water stains.

He couldn't look away anymore - just staring at Victor's figure.

The great writer was sitting at the desk with his back to Ah Xing.

With his left arm propped on his chin, he still had an indifferent expression.

There was a shocking wound on the wrist bone of the right arm, leaving only a little flesh, and the palm was suspended in the air.

Judging from the level wound on the wrist, it was cut cleanly without any hesitation, and because of the activity of neurons, the severed palm trembled and twitched unnaturally.

Blood flowed continuously from the wound.

But David Victor didn't realize it, and was still thinking about the problems he encountered in writing. Even though his complexion was getting worse and weaker, he never noticed any abnormalities in his body.

Ah Xing suffered a great mental shock——

——He can clearly feel that his madness index is increasing rapidly, and the tendons of his body are also unable to control due to the disordered electrical signals of the brain, and his whole body is dead.

He looked at the manuscript on the work table.

That should have been the third draft revised by Victor——

--Could it be that

——Could it be that Mr. Victor really cut off his own palm just to revise the manuscript and write a severed palm, and observe it as a writing material?

In an instant, that weird and inexplicable attraction appeared again.

Ah Xing could hardly take his eyes off the manuscript paper, this huge attraction and huge fear, like two cold and sexy executioners, pushed his body back into the electric torture chair.

For a moment he forgot all scruples—forgot the features of the armadillo hunter, forgot all the vaguely unsettling elements of the cramped studio.

He felt his throat being pinched, his body held down, and he sat back in the guest's seat, almost thirsty, like a fish out of water, begging Victor.

"I really want to know. I really want to take a look at what the revised manuscript looks like."

"No, sorry I can't agree to this request." Victor's demeanor remained unchanged, without any change: "Before this manuscript is officially published in the newspaper, it can only be regarded as a semi-finished product."

"Even if it's a semi-finished product. I want to take a look. I don't care. Teacher." Ah Xing's voice trembled: "I beg you. I really want to see it. I don't know what's wrong with me. Are you an arm Are you an adillo hunter? Have you ever killed someone? In this studio, I feel very, very depressed, very, very scared, but none of these horrible emotions can make me leave. I can't control my curiosity. I really want to see"

"Then." David Victor raised his teacup, still with that rigorous and natural expression: "Bu Meteor, let's have a fair duel. In this duel, I'm not some high-ranking author, and you're not some kind of chaser." Idol readers—we're just two knights."

Ah Xing was puzzled: "A duel?"

"I'm going to deal with my wound." Victor raised his bloody severed hand: "I'll prepare you a cup of refreshing White Lady coffee—do you know what it is?"

"I've heard that Xiaogong Xiyang said about this thing." Bu Liuxing thought of the vendors at the Jinxiang Station who once sold this kind of thing.

"It is a panacea developed by the folks. Its effect is not as good as that of the station, but it can deal with some minor disasters and ailments." Victor held his severed palm and was about to go out the door. "Madam Bai is the larva of a mad butterfly. Its name From the mysterious and ancient folklore, whether in the East or the West, the sculptures of Venus and the Nuwa stones of the Hongshan culture all have fat and plump sculptures in the shape of gourds."

Ah Xing has seen this information in the crew manual, and took note of it.

Victor drank the coffee in the teacup, clutched his arm and joined it together, and the wound on his hand healed with a single breath.

Muscles clinging sounded like sleet.

The sound of bone growth was like wind blowing sand.

"Loser Venus or the pottery goddess of Kazuo Dongshan in Liaoning, Gagari Novus or the goddess of death in Moldavia, they all have the same name, they are all called Lady Bai."

After Victor explained the source of these folk panaceas to Ah Xing, he then told the agreement of the duel.

"It will take me six to ten minutes to prepare this cup of coffee for you—

——Before I get back, if you can hold back, don't go to my desk and take off my pants and peek at my drafts like some hooligans. Even if you win this duel. "

"Where's the prize?" Ah Xing immediately became excited when he heard this weird bet.

"I'd like to share my revised manuscript with you, and secretly share it with you before it is published in the newspaper." Victor pouted, as if he was faintly displeased when he saw an impatient and impolite client.

Bu Meteor stood up excitedly: "Okay! I accept this challenge!"

"But." Teacher Victor changed the subject: "If you lose, I want you to hand over the passenger log, let me copy it, and send it to my bookcase."

Bu Liuxing was very surprised, because the price of this bet can't be described as painless, it has no effect on him - if Jiang Xueming knew what was going on in this kid's mind, he would definitely poke his ass out a few times A bag the size of a fist.

"That's it?"

"Don't get me wrong." Before Victor left the studio, he specifically reminded A Xing: "What I want is the complete passenger log, including the memories in your mind, all the joys, sorrows and joys in the memories, don't worry, I will It won’t hurt you, I have a way to get this log out of your skull.”

Although I don't quite understand what Teacher Victor is talking about, Ah Xing has never been afraid of this kind of frontal challenge, he has never been afraid, super brave.

"Teacher, just go ahead and make coffee, I will be obedient and guard your fart manuscript like a knight! Not only will I not peek at it, but others will also never see it in advance."

"Bu Meteor, you can understand what I say, and you can connect with the inner meaning of my every word, which really touches me. I happen to have the same name as your security officer. It's not our fate, but I believe that you and The story that came out of my sympathy is the real fate—this is a duel, you must keep your spirits up, it’s between you and me—”

David Victor brings the golden gates.

“——[Tournament(feat. Patrick Bartley) Knight Tournament]”