Abyss Express

Chapter 98 Curtain Call Curtain Call

[Don't force write when you can't write]

[——Lu Xun]

[Crime and Punishment·crime and punishment]

Brainless and unhappy treading the wide corridors of the train—

——Come to the end of the story, come to the beginning of the story.

The white marble door still stands there, and the three English characters [JOE] are embellished with obsidian.

Jiang Xueming was worried and pondered over and over again.

This term does not refer to Wen Bucai alone.

It was Vincent Vinc[e]nt.

Victor Vict[o]r.

And Jack [J]ack.

These three isolated letters of the name appearing only once form the complete Anonymous.

In order to push open this unbreakable heart door, the remaining isolated letters must be pulled out and rearranged.

Walking like a shooting star and seeing no one around——

——Going to use all the brute force, trying to push Wen Bucai's VIP car away.

Until Ah Xing was so exhausted that he was out of breath, it remained motionless.

Jiang Xueming thought for a long time, and finally said softly.

"Joe Rank."

What should be translated into?

In the modern context, it is called the J·O·E Trio Qualifying?

wrong--

——One hundred and sixty years ago, there should have been another saying, if Rank was used as a noun.

It's called [Row of the Handsome Guys].

Meteor understood and said excitedly, "That must be me!"

The door's voice-activated sensor starts to work.

From the heavy door leaf came the complex movement of the gear set fitting the mainspring twisting.

Immediately afterwards, the large lock on the horizontal steel beam clicked, reset and restored, and the sound of releasing the door.

Jiang Xueming was full of curiosity——

——Consult privately with Mr. Victor.

Regarding the origin of Wen Bucai, according to Mr. Victor, it was a Kunming fish from the Cambrian period. It followed the natural environment to fight against viruses and was an immortal creature.

From the life form of Synapsids, it has evolved to today's Homo sapiens. Wen Bucai must have experienced the crisis of life and death countless times, and must have many survival skills to learn.

Thinking of this, Jiang Xueming led A Xing to the door.

After stepping into the door of the VIP room, both of them froze in unison.

This compartment is very tidy—

— Specifically, it has no beds, no toilets, and no dining table.

It's not like it is provided for VIPs to rest, even a chair can't fit.

It is an exhibition hall, with only a few simple letters, hundreds of pictures and photos, strange objects in various showcases, fossils and antiques, worthless industrial rotten iron, and ancient Egyptian hieroglyphs worth thousands of dollars Text tombstone.

For a while, Jiang Xueming was dazzled.

The pitch-black floor and the pure white ceiling shadowless lamp made the two young men a little dazed for a while.

This room is as regular and simple as a chess board.

The symmetrical layout on the left and right sides, the small display cabinets and explanatory letters in the center can give the brain of obsessive-compulsive disorder an extremely refreshing massage.

No matter from the decoration position, or the things that are out of reach and within reach in the locker.

It makes people feel extremely cold and cruel.

In the middle of the long and narrow corridor, the first exhibit is the fossil of Kunming fish.

Xue Ming opened the envelope, and together with Meteor looked at the obsidian hard card in the envelope.

Hello and welcome to my cemetery.

You can call me Wenbucai.

Or Vincent?

Or Winlow?

Or another name?

An unknown person?

None of this matters, I have many, many names, many, many—

——What you see so far is what the biologists at the scientific research station told me.

This is my earliest and earliest form, a fish.

It has twenty-five sarcomeres and comes from Yunnan, China.

Yes! I am from Yunnan!

Then, these sarcomeres are in a double [V] structure, one end facing forward and the other end facing backward.

I have met many, many people by relying on this letter.

The two friends put down the cards and moved on.

The wall paintings on both sides, or the fossils in the showcase, have biological models from the Cambrian era. It's like showing Wen Bucai's many scars and impressive achievements in nature.

Until the late Eocene—

——A new card envelope appeared next to the model of Mechanodon King Whale.

The content is simple and to the point, with only a few words.

Stop here! Take a second look! ~

At this time, I have a very huge brain.

Its structure is simple and can't remember many things.

These synapses still affect me today, allowing me to find prey quickly.

alright! You can go down, if you think the museum tour is boring——

— We can jump straight to 1860.

In a large showcase from 12 million years ago.

Fossils of forest apes appeared.

further on-

— a stone tool from three million years ago.

The text descriptions also began to increase and become more complicated.

Most of them are popular science columns. During this period, Wen Bucai did not have a complete memory, only a vague sense of survival.

Until the Chadian Shahs started coming out of their caves.

Until the naked ape puts on his clothes.

Until human civilization bursts into bright fire.

until 30 AD.

A crucifix of the saint carved from a leg bone lies in the middle of the avenue.

And the three holy nails, and the silver tableware for the Eucharist. A cup made of a crystal skull used to hold the wine of the Holy Blood.

Meteor: "This is going to be a lot of fun!"

Jiang Xueming didn't say a word, just picked up the card and looked at it in detail.

From twenty-five myotomes to thirty-three spines.

My life will always stay before the age of thirty-three, which may change with the quality of life, but it will not exceed the bone age range of twenty-five to thirty-three years old.

I don't even know who I am, except for the carbon isotopes in my bones that reveal my real age.

The historian at the research station told me—

—I am carved on this bone.

I said he was not me.

—They insisted that he was me.

Well, I can't help it either.

But what does this mean?

My head can remember at most one hundred years of things, and everything else will be carved into completely different shapes with this carving knife over time.

Further forward, further forward.

When I came to Fuzhou in 1857, there were iron plows and machetes lying in brocade boxes.

The text on the card has increased.

I don't remember how I woke up, I just remember the old man and my cousin from the township association talking to me.

I defected to the Taiping Army and followed my fellow countrymen to revolt under the pretext of worshiping God.

But it failed. When I woke up, I was missing a leg. I couldn’t remember anything, so I fled to the United States with my brothers on crutches.

I have committed many crimes, including with the Pacific Railroad for introducing folks to build the railroad.

Three years later, my legs actually grew back.

I learned to speak English, and went to the metropolis to pick up girls and play guns with the group leader foreman.

I spend less time with my folks, and wait for me to set off from York City on the east coast to visit relatives in Colorado. The working unit only handed me contracts in yellow pages.

Jiang Xueming and Bu Liuxing were silent.

They saw the blood-stained railway in the middle of the locker.

Whip and hat.

Guns and hemp ancient tobacco.

A deck of cards.

Perfume bottle thunder mercury gunpowder firearms.

At that moment, I thought that I had the ability to grow back my broken leg only after eating human flesh.

I wish to end my sinful life on this railroad—

—someone pulled me off the rails.

His name is Jack Martin.

Step by step, the two saw more and more portraits and antiques.

A pair of big leather boots, a vicious crystal scorpion.

Police officer's positive pentagram emblem seal.

Remington revolver.

The text on the obsidian card is getting more and more.

Jack is an English nobleman.

His father was a lord who made meritorious service in the era of the industrial revolution.

This son has no future, he just needs to stay in the manor and wait to die——

——It's just his desire for adventure that brought him to this wild fertile land.

At this moment, the fear in my heart brought out Morpho, and it was not easy to realize this carefree Anglo-Saxon.

Jack's mental state is very strange. He is easily startled and irritable, easily exultant and sad, unable to control his emotions, and will be seduced by all kinds of tender meat and the beauty of prostitutes.

I can keenly feel that this guy has only half of his soul.

I'm so thankful he saved my life—

——So I decided to live up to this luck and seek revenge from the Perfume Bottle Gang under the Pacific Railway Company.

keep going.

These experiences can be connected to the story of Mr. Victor.

Jiang Xueming paid special attention and noticed one thing.

"Mr. Victor possesses soul power."

Bu Meteor also noticed.

"Mr. Wen Bucai also possessed soul power more than a hundred years ago."

Jiang Xueming: "Both of them, there were no pyroxenes and sticks at that time."

Bu Meteor: "Yes, just relying on fear, relying on fear, the most primitive and pure emotion, made the Morpho in my heart fly."

These two long-lived people came to the underground world after they possessed soul power and completed their transformation. They were completely different from the transformation path arranged by the BOSS for the passengers. They were pure wild morpho butterflies.

Afterwards, the showcase was nothing more than fighting and killing all the way.

We destroyed the commercial street in Sloth Town, and I met Victor, it was fate.

Little Jack was as timid as a mouse, and he didn't dare to trouble me with the perfume bottle, but he was looking forward to it, hoping to get a little bit of a hero's name.

He followed me secretly, and in the big hotel on the commercial street, he found David Victor's name on the guest list.

In order to read Victor's latest chapter, this guy completely left me behind, let go of all his defenses, and knocked hard on Victor's door in the nest where tigers and wolves are entrenched in dangerous enemies.

I care very much about Jack's safety, he is my savior.

Until I rushed to the scene and found that Jack was out of his mind, drooling and delirious while holding the manuscript, I beat Victor.

Victor is missing sixteen teeth, Jack stops me—

—I just found out that this is not a supernatural ogre from the Perfume Bottle Gang.

We became friends.

Jiang Xueming just glanced at Bu Liuxing.

Bu Liuxing pursed his lips, a little guilty, but immediately said: "I definitely won't!"

We destroyed the big circus in the human zoo.

The vicious trick of the gardener turns his squire into a monster and Jack into a donkey.

But these weird and weird things can be smashed with fists and bullets.

When Victor saw the colored minorities, as well as the yellow race locked in a cage with chimpanzees, fed soybean oil and poison since childhood, tortured into deformities, and provided for people to enjoy in the freak show, all this made the frail writer Mad with anger.

He, who never shot at women, chopped off the limbs of the four beautiful singers of the circus and these ogre witches who were turned into spider monsters by the head of the circus, and blasted them into pieces one by one.

It's just that half of Little Jack's soul makes me feel extremely scary——

——When these beautiful and weird things disappear, my savior will feel pity, feel disappointed, and even want to be a chaotic and ignorant donkey for a while, to experience the kind of four-legged, pulling and grinding Live a weird life.

I want to get back the lost soul of Little Jack. Otherwise, what kind of cold-blooded and vicious guy would regret and applaud the human tragedy created by these cannibals?

Jiang Xueming and Bu Liuxing came to the end of the story of the three friends.

It has a black and red curtain—

——Under the curtain is a deck of playing cards.

They are K of Spades, Q of Hearts, J of Diamonds, and ACE of Clubs.

There are two more jokers.

Red and black are opposite, regular and natural.

The story has come to an end——

— We met the Big Head.

Big Boss is Jack, and Jack is Big Boss.

When I was eating in the hall of Peking University, Mr. Lu Xun told me that if you can't write an article, don't force it.

At this moment, I don't know how to describe this story clearly and completely. No matter how vague the memory of more than a hundred years ago is, it is like a bullet hole in my mind when life and death are at stake.

I think Victor must be able to express it more clearly.

To be exact——

——Jack Martin already possesses soul power.

His special ability is to split his own soul in half.

He turned the impotent, kind, benevolent, lustful, gluttonous, gambling, and indecisive soul into Jack Martin.

He left behind a brave, cruel, scheming, ruthless, self-denying, decisive and ruthless soul, and became the head of the Perfume Bottle Gang.

The big leader wants to find the remains of the saint, search for the holy blood and the sacrament, use the name of the westward movement to build the railway, and excavate the mysterious ruins of the legendary feathered snake left by the Mayan civilization.

My hometown has been kind to me for several years, and now it has become a blood feud between me and the big boss.

My mate and I had saved lives, and now Jack was going to shoot his alter ego.

The big leader told us——we coincidentally, are all performing cannibal rituals.

Just like the initiation ceremony of the Perfume Bottle Gang, these bandits must abide by the government's decree of cutting scalps to make boots, and swallow a piece of human flesh before becoming a member of the Perfume Bottle Gang.

Like two joker cards in poker.

We made four rounds of betting with the Big Head—

——In the end, the winner was decided, and he was sent to hell.

If the story is over.

All sins have been atoned for.

But I'm not reconciled--

—Little Jack, who has lost half of his soul, will not live long.

Although he is so happy, so carefree. I will applaud Victor's new works, and every time I turn a page, he will shout: "You are really talented!"

But both Victor and I can feel that the spiritual pressure in Jack's body is dissipating rapidly.

But in a day or two, the poor boy grew a lot of gray hair, and he gradually became demented, like a child who will never grow up.

He told us about the big manor in his home country, hoping to go back together.

He makes really good burgers with pickles, sirloin tenders and tomato slices, we've got to try them.

He couldn't wait to get back to the East Coast and wanted to catch a boat home.

But he can't even ride a horse anymore, and his body doesn't work. I fell down several times and climbed up again. Until we cleaned up the remnants of the bandits in the town and returned to the port on the east coast with the scarred Jack.

Little Jack finally understood that he probably wouldn't live long.

He told us-

——Let blood be an alliance and drink a cup of farewell wine.

If only the story would end here.

Then the audience will definitely refund the ticket.

But I didn't expect either—

——The sacrament ceremony of cutting fingers and exchanging blood with them will turn my two most important friends into immortal monsters.

After drinking the glass of wine, Victor and Jack went their separate ways.

I went back to that railroad and talked to myself for a long, long time.

In the end, he convinced himself that he would no longer commit suicide and seek death.

Victor would never write the story of relatives hurting enemies, and little Jack would never listen to it.

My sins cannot be redeemed at all, so I will spend the rest of my life trying to repay every cry for help.

In 1868, after digging for gold for a long time, I scraped together the travel expenses and went to England, intending to travel all the way to Austria to find Victor.

At this moment I don't know their physical condition.

In order to understand European folk customs, I worked in a shoe store next to Downing Street, and met a girl who was a local, married and had children with her.

I was very happy during that time - the warmth of my family gradually healed the wounds in my heart.

I frantically searched for Victor for twenty years.

My family members heard our story and thought I was joking, but never believed the experience.

It's just that fate also played a small joke on me.

Both my wife and daughter contracted influenza, which was accompanied by fever and inflammation, which is a very common disease in modern times. But at that time, people may die.

I spent a lot of money, but still can't cure it.

I accidentally cut my finger while doing bloodletting with my wife and daughter.

After receiving the sacrament and drinking the holy blood, my first wife returned from being in her forties to her twenty-five years old, and became healthy, bright and radiant.

This makes me feel very scary--

——After my wife and daughter regained their senses, they have been staring at me.

They wanted more blood, and they seemed to think that if they drank human blood, they would stay young forever.

It started out as a polite request to add some blood to my daily aperitif.

Later, he carried a small knife with him, and regardless of the occasion, he cut flesh and blood on my body.

I went looking for churches, looking for priests, trying to drive out the demons in my wife and daughter.

But they can see the sun and talk normally.

No matter how you look at it, it is more noble, elegant and religious than my unhinged young Oriental.

The priest did not believe my nonsense.

Until one day, wives and daughters talked to their best friends about my blood, and their beauty.

Just a few words, these old sisters who look as old as yesterday's flowers, immediately resorted to aggressive methods, asking my wife and daughter to divide the preserved blood.

At this table, there are seventeen elderly women from different families in London, with different backgrounds and occupations.

The next day, the whole city was full of uproar——

— It is said that there are black-haired devils in the city. Anyone who comes into contact with his blood will become an immortal vampire.

I didn't understand at first what the rumors were about.

I didn't know until later that my wife and daughter wanted to tie me up with iron chains.

These women all felt that such precious blood must be strictly guarded and not allowed to be touched by others.

That Christmas—

——I originally wanted to visit Conan Doyle in Southsea City.

I want to contact Victor through this author, maybe they are pen pals.

It's just two cold iron chains that locked me in the attic.

I want to break free, my beloved wife, my lovely daughter, the treasure of my long life

——They raised their knives, either aiming at my heart, or aiming at their own hearts.

I was obliged to submit to this ritual of captivity and blood taking which lasted until the summer of 1888.

A murderer kicked open the door of my house.

—He killed my two treasures and burned them to ashes.

He rescued me and killed and burned all the others who drank the blood.

—He is Jack.

At that time, the blood in my whole body was almost drained, and I was struggling on the verge of death.

My brain has already stepped into the door of death, and Jack let me return to the world again.

He wrote a letter home for me, pretending to be my wife's style of writing to deceive me, fearing that I would commit suicide again——

——When I woke up, the hypoxia-ischemia dead cortex of the brain was revived again, which also made me lose all my memories, and only this letter from home stayed with me.

I went crazy looking for the wife and daughter who didn't exist in the letter.

The doctors said I was abnormal and had severe Alzheimer's disease.

Until I followed the Tower of London, followed the advice of the witchcraft master, and came to Sky Station.

I was looking for a panacea, hoping that maybe it would cure what was wrong in my head.

that time--

—I remember only a few very, very important things, a few vague words.

There must be a [V] in my name, which is the sarcomere shape of Kunming fish.

In my life, there have been two [V].

It is the forward letter of [V]ICTOR.

There is also the inverted letter J[A]CK.

When I deal with underground people, I always praise them [so talented]. I don't want to cool down my hot heart. I must always be ready to laugh heartily when I reunite with my partners.

When I talked about the past with people and reported their names, I couldn't remember them either, so I just took the vague [JOE] and mentioned them briefly.

Hearing people calling for help, I couldn't control my legs, and I had to act immediately. I thought, my friends must be like me.

The story should have ended here.

The exhibition is also coming to an end.

[Bright Stars·Bright Stars]

Jiang Xueming and Bu Liuxing walked to the end of the train.

The tailgate of the train—

—drawing a black cat licking its paw.

It is the BOSS——

——It is arrogant and ruthless.

Its slender eyes are squinted, as if it is preparing to come up with wicked ideas for surprises, it is full of evil, cute and headless.

There is one last card on the door.

The doorknob is hung with a cloth lunch box from the canteen of Peking University.

One hundred and ten years ago, I told the BOSS that I wanted to go back to my hometown to join the war. The invaders came to my hometown, but I didn't expect that a dozen would last for decades.

These decades are another story.

I lost a lot of memories and gained a lot of memories.

But never forget the BOSS——

—it accepted me and talked to me about the stars in the underworld.

In the vast universe, there are many things older than me.

It's just that I'm lucky enough to be in human form and get a hot heart of flesh.

Every atom in the body comes from an ancient cosmic explosion or the pulse energy of a supernova explosion, and turns into cosmic dust tens of millions of light-years away.

The people I met and got to know were once stars in the sky.

How lucky I am to meet you across thousands of light years.

Everything that comes to mind!

will i forget

Dare I forget!

Far, far away, giants knelt on Plaza Avenue.

Bright red bubbles burst out from the magma lake, which shattered into fireworks within a second of floating.

The train sped forward all the way, and gradually entered the bridge lead of Jiujie Station. The steel track branch was like a giant tree, closing all the roads in one place.

There are ten thousand bright stars in the dark paint on the ceiling of the cavity.

Jiang Xueming sent the card back to the showroom.

Sitting with Meteor at the small table at the rear of the car, there are three chairs in total.

He lowered his head to look carefully at the indentations on the table and the rough word "Zao".

The two stopped talking and raised their heads.

I saw the rapidly receding scenery, the strange rocks and the fiery red molten stream on the road.

They took off the talismans—

——I want to experience Wen Bucai's mood when he looks up at the starry sky with his body and mind.

The corundum iron ring swayed gently on the table, tightly attached to the golden treasure lock that lasted for ten thousand years.

—they just sat there, motionless.

Act1·[Halcyon Days]

Act2·[One Must Fall]