Abyss Express

[Part①·Be honest with each other]

David: "Are you lying to me?"

Jack responded in panic: "I didn't..."

David whispered: "I have nothing to hide from you. When I make requests to the front desk lady, I always do so in an upright, humble and respectful manner. If the other party disagrees, I don't mean to be aggressive, but use [Hell's Highway] to open the door." Her book - to be honest, I was really disappointed when she rejected her. She was a prostitute who could get her by paying a price, but she refused to share her private secrets with a clearly marked price. I just wanted to experience it, and I wanted to experience it with others. life.”

"Thanks to the power of my soul, I can empathize with her without her noticing."

"I think you are the same. When reading my works, you can see me tearing open my chest at a certain moment, opening my heart to you, and revealing my living heart."

"But just now, Jack Martin, did you betray my [heart]!"

Little Jack squeezed Sullivan's silken hand and looked around wildly.

"No...no...no!"

Under the warm orange light, Mr. David remained silent.

Little Jack explained, trying to excuse himself: "I only read the title page and the title... Yes, I only read that much! I promise! Just reading the title doesn't count as reading, right?"

David Victor suddenly realized: "Oh! Did you only read the title?"

Little Jack nodded vigorously: "Yes... with the introduction of the first paragraph...\

,"David Victor: "Oh! Did you read the introduction?"

Little Jack: "Yes...with the second paragraph, that little bit..."

David Victor: "Oh... did you even see the introduction above?"

Little Jack: "That's right... because the introduction and the introduction have the same line... and there is a back and forth at the end."

David Victor: "Did you still read the ending?"

Little Jack: "I... did read the end of the draft. It was the wind! It was the wind's fault! A strong gust of wind suddenly came in from outside the window! Then it blew away the last piece of manuscript paper!"

David continued to have a sudden realization: "It turned out to be the wind's fault!"

"That's right! I'm sure of it!" Jack blushed: "It's the window and the wind's fault!"

David: "So what did I write this time?"

Little Jack spoke the important introduction of the text without thinking, using a simple brain circuit and a little thinking.

"God will grab you by the throat! But he won't kill you completely!"

Mr. David showed a reassuring expression, and it felt so satisfying to read the new work successfully. He was like the Messiah, a suffering sufferer who had been redeemed, kneeling before the image of Jesus.

"Thank you, Jack."

Mr. David described what he was thinking.

"When I start writing, just like you said, God will strangle me by the throat, but will not kill me completely. This feeling of suffocation will continue during the writing process of this week's serial content, until the final draft is revised. Finish."

"It was like I grabbed a life-saving straw when I was drowning, used it to climb ashore, and found a brief moment of peace, followed by the satisfaction of eating a big meal. But this feeling will not last long."

"Because there will be a stronger hunger right away. Does anyone care about my work?"

"——No way? There won't be anyone, right?"

“Not getting congratulatory letters from readers or reading reviews from the public makes me hungrier and hungrier.”

“Every time I see other publications, I am shocked by the whimsical ideas of these works and authors, and I become even more hungry, thinking about how to steal, rob, or rob their readers from them! "

"As long as someone responds to me, even if it's a criticism that cannot spit out ivory from a dog's mouth, I will be as happy as eating a caramel macchiato."

"That's the response I got when I opened my heart. Even if the water I, a fish, encountered when I was stranded was dirty and turbid, it would allow me to continue my writing life."

"Thank you, Jack! You didn't betray my heart."

Little Jack was confused. He looked at the writer and couldn't understand the paranoia in the other person's heart.

He still stubbornly insisted on playing tricks to the end.

"I didn't admit defeat! Mr. David! I kept my bet. The promised ten minutes..."

Before he finished speaking, little Jack saw that the clock on the wall was already pointing to 5:10 in the morning - how long had it been? !

This mysterious space-time illusion shocked him greatly.

[Unknowingly, an hour has passed? ! ]

[When I peeked at Mr. David’s manuscript, an hour had already passed! ]

David Victor takes little Jack's hand.

And little Jack also saw his arm.

What scares Jack is——

——There is a line of words, letters composed of ink stains, like creatures, that have long climbed up his arm.

David: "'Dios' Aprieta Pero No Ahoga. Also known as 'The Road to Heaven'."

At this moment, Jack began to scream. At that moment, he saw the power of Mr. David's soul!

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!——”

David raised the two pens, "I want to know more! I want to know more about you! About [Arrow]! About Hunwei! About Wenbucai!"

A solid shadow is reflected from behind the writer.

Its shoulders were burning with dark flames, like a demon, with two golden horns. Its body was as thin and weak as a seven or eight-year-old child, its skin was bright red, and a dark sleeveless suit hung on its body. He is wearing a cloth robe, but his lower body looks like a sheep's hoof, with a recurved shape.

The fangs on its mouth are ferocious and terrifying, and there is a cracked halo above its head!

A slender hairless tail extends from the lower back. The end of the tail resembles the classic image of the devil, with bright red peach heart bone spurs. This heart peach is so charming and moving - it almost takes away Jack's soul.

"God! Protect me!" Little Jack called out to God in panic. He took out his gun, pointed it at the devil behind David, and loaded the bullet faster than when he faced the mountain lion!

"Bang!--"

[Part②·Insatiable]

Bullets shattered windows and went nowhere.

Little Jack remembered clearly that his first shot was very accurate!

But at this moment, his arm seemed to be completely disobedient to him, pointing at a place that was out of reach!

Jack screamed: "Evil! What have you done to me!"

"In order to make you docile and turn into a book, I wrote [Never attack David Victor] on your body. It is like a brand of thought. It has been deeply engraved in your heart." David leaned on it. The lower back, like a prostitute who took off her clothes to show off her figure, completely let go of her fears and pulled off the last fig leaf, "I won't hurt you, Jack Martin. After turning you into a new story, I will Rewrite the memories in your mind - tonight, you were supposed to have a very romantic encounter with the beautiful girl at the front desk. I already know how to write this rosy story, and I will give you a paragraph. Happy memories.”

"No... no no no... no!" Jack still wanted to pull the trigger and try to shoot: "Don't come over here!"

David had already taken the lead and changed and supplemented the handwriting on Jack's body.

Changed [docile] to [quiet].

Little Jack wanted to pull the trigger, but his index finger was strangely bent and fractured, as if it had touched a hot iron, avoiding the trigger guard.

Looking at David again, he pulled Jack up from the chair, as if holding his lover, and used two pens to tease Jack's eyebrows, as if they were the knives used to perform a craniotomy on Jack!

"Jack! Take this journey again and see the power of Hell's Highway!"

"bite!--"

At this moment, the doorbell rang.

Mr. Wen Bucai stood outside the door, holding a dinner plate, wearing waiter's clothes, and there was a gun on the plate.

He was worried about little Jack's safety. When he heard the gunfire and Jack's scream, he was as fast as a flash of lightning in spring. Just like when little Jack saved him, he rushed forward without any thought or thought. Entered this hotel.

Although he didn't know what happened, this daredevil dared to chase him to Sloth Town.

Wen Bucai stood motionless in front of the door, and could feel the intense hot spiritual energy surging inside.

"Who's knocking on the door?" David Victor shouted to the uninvited visitor. "Who is it? Who is it? I don't have a ward waiter to bring a meal. Compared with the morning refreshments , this heavy and rude knock on the door came three hours early."

David quickly wrote [no movement] on Jack's arm, sealed Jack's body and mouth, and then slowly walked toward the door.

Outside the door, Vincent clenched his fists.

He didn't know what was going on inside the door -

——The thoughts in my heart are as chaotic as a bunch of weeds.

[Jack, I heard Jack's cry for help. ]

[Judged by the high-pitched, raspy voice, as distinctive as a castrated pig's, Jack's cry for help in a panic is instantly recognizable. ]

[But who is this man in the room? ]

[I can feel it—he has the same special talent hidden in him that I do. ]

[Is he a minion of the Perfume Bottle Gang? ]

[Jack has been killed? ]

[So troublesome! I have obviously told him not to follow me again, not to be entangled with me again, not to embark on this road of no return again - I am obviously speaking in English, but he can't even understand his native language? ]

[I'm so stupid...really. ]

[If Jack has been killed, my sudden visit will make the enemies in front of me wary. ]

[Let’s leave first, leave this place of right and wrong. ]

[I should be more sensible and calm. As I said, Jack Martin is just a borrowed horse on my road to revenge. If he were dead, I wouldn't have to grieve over a horse. ]

[He is a white man, how can he sympathize with me, a yellow man? ]

[There are more important things waiting for me to complete. I want the perfume bottle to help everyone pay for their blood debt. ]

Thinking this, Vincent put aside his curiosity and thoughts of adventure, and walked towards the corridor, preparing to go downstairs.

He only took five steps, a short distance of five steps, and then suddenly looked back!

David Victor opened the door and leaned out half of his body. His posture was like a cunning night owl, his neck almost twisted at an angle, gazing at Vincent's figure.

From the slightly pouted mouth, a burst of hot mist was exhaled.

"Shhh"

[Real name: David Victor]

[Origin: Mr. David comes from an Austrian noble family. He has been well-read since childhood and is an elegant young man. Because of a fraud, he lost all his family wealth and even had difficulty making a living. ]

[The beginning of the matter was out of Mr. David's curiosity. In order to collect writing materials, Mr. David made an agreement with the warden of the prison to experience the miserable life in prison. However, the warden secretly cheated and convicted Mr. David of a false crime as a real crime. He also bribed the jury without any evidence, and let the jury, in the name of God, press the Bible, and convict Mr. David by free conviction. He was hanged six months later. ]

[The warden wanted to use this method to extort a ransom from David Victor's family. ]

[David refused this dirty deal, not because of a sense of justice, but because David Victor believed that not every criminal had the ability to buy freedom with money. If he used privileges different from other criminals, he would not be able to experience real prison life. ]

[During his imprisonment, Mr. David suffered a lot of physical pain. Poor and vicious criminals beat David, a superior man, at will. The food given to him by the jailer was also special. David would ask the jailer to reduce his rations to the same as other inmates. Occasionally, prisoners who tried to escape from prison were whipped, but Mr. David asked to be punished together with them. ]

[Some inmates were illiterate, so Mr. David would write letters for them and send them back to their hometowns. ]

[Gradually, David became a highly respected criminal leader in the prison, and even he himself did not understand why he became like this. ]

[Perhaps it was empathy, sympathy, and the strong homesickness in the letters from home that brought him such an appeal. David became the great Victor in the mouths of the prisoners - people did not even know what crime such a person had committed to end up in prison.

[As Mr. David's reputation spread, the warden offered a higher and higher price to David's family. But Mr. David still refused to pay bail. Seeing that his sentence was about to end, David's family had no choice but to spend all their wealth to build a magnificent theater for Vienna. To celebrate this, the government issued an amnesty, and David and all local criminals were given the opportunity to be released on bail. ]

[The Victor family, which owed a huge debt, never recovered from it, and Mr. David also began his writing career. His strong curiosity made him an unusually stubborn person. ]

[Soul Power: Highway To Hell·Hell Highway]

[Destructive Power: E]

[Speed: C]

[Range: C]

[Sustainability: A]

[Precision: A]

[Growth: A]

[Special Ability ①[Highway To Hell·Flying in Hell·Highway To Hell]: When a creature observes or recognizes words written on any stationery, its mind will be entangled in them and cannot stop until it has finished reading and fully understands the content of the words. It cannot be interrupted by strong sounds or strong lights, or huge vibrations. In this state, nothing can stop the creature's [reading] behavior until David Victor actively removes the soul power through the [safe word]. ]

[Special Ability ②[Make your legends·Make your legends]: When David Victor uses stationery to write text on a creature, it must be understandable and fluent, with logical sentences. The organism will use any means and at any cost to complete the written content - at the same time, David Victor himself will be affected by the ability of [Highway to Hell], including hearing, touch, smell, taste, vision, psychic sixth sense and the perception of beasts. At this moment, David Victor will imitate the behavior of the organism as much as possible, and experience the physiological perception of the organism involuntarily and uncontrollably, including past memories, current perceptions, and premonitions of future expectations, until David Victor takes the initiative to use [safeword] to remove the soul power. ]

[Note: Highway To Hell is the band AC/DC's agitated rock music. ]

[Note II: Make your legends, from Ronnie Savage's piano song Make Your Own Legends. ]