[Amulet: Longevity and longevity]
[Character: A large lock made of gold, silver and silicate mineral rhodonite. ]
[Amulet Category: Against Spirits/Life Lock]
[General applicability: The amulet can drive away spirits for passengers in a spiritual disaster environment. Most spiritual disasters can affect people's brain waves and optic nerve signals, causing hallucinations. The light of pyroxene can illuminate the real environment, providing Passengers are guided to the right path. ]
[Instructions for use: Rose pyroxene is a triclinic crystal. If you are in a spiritual disaster, stay enthusiastic, brave, and angry. It will help you seek good fortune and avoid disaster. ]
[Production organization: Kukai Station Pyrose Iron Works·Lingweng. ]
[Note: The life locks given to children who have not yet grown up are originally treasured gifts by wet nurses, and are used as blessings to protect the children until they grow up - the wet nurses will unlock the life locks and release their true abilities. . ]
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The future of this journey is uncertain and its fate is unpredictable.
In order to better understand the abilities of teammates. Jiang Xueming also read A Xing's two instructions.
Just after reading the amulet, I opened the brocade box and took out Ah Xing's cane.
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[Mingde’s masterpiece: The Iron Knight]
[Characteristics: Carbon steel ceremonial staff made of die-cast precision. ]
[Weapon Category: Strike/Slash/Sword/Scepter]
[Versatility: This stick can be used to cut weeds for passengers and fight swords with others. Its handle is like a steel hammer in the shape of a lion, and it can also draw a sharp sword from the end of the stick. ]
[Instructions for use: In ancient times, envoys had tokens when entering and exiting the gate. The knights took off their armor and put on their uniforms. When they were not allowed to wear swords, they had Barton fighting skills and protective ceremonial staffs. ]
[Production organization: Jiujie Station Steel Works·Aohen]
[Note: Regarding humility, honesty, compassion, bravery, justice, sacrifice, honor, and soul, you don’t have any of these eight virtues - do you only have hunger and lust? ]
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at the same time--
——Bu Liuxing knocked on the golden door of the VIP carriage.
He could vaguely feel that there was an inexplicable fate, like gravity, dragging him to the door.
Thinking of Brother Xueming’s advice——
——In the underground world, it is important to be careful in everything.
But he couldn't control his hands, just like just now, he couldn't control his eyes from leaving the novel in the newspaper.
To use a wonderful metaphor.
"It's like you know it's uncomfortable to stay up late, your body is crying, your eyes are dry and red, but you still can't get away from your phone, computer, TV - you can't get away from these things."
At this moment, Ah Xing was talking to himself, as if he was looking for excuses for himself, and also like Mr. Jason Megan's weird habit of repeating and strengthening memory.
He knocked hard on the golden door, growing more and more impatient.
"Teacher Victor! Are you in there?"
He couldn't wait to know what was written in the next chapter of the novel - what would the continuation of that story look like?
The door suddenly opened.
A thin and stern face emerged from the crack of the half-open door.
Devil Victor[David Victor] didn't move.
It was difficult for Ah Xing to describe the appearance of that strange man - that cold and stern temperament was different from everyone he had ever seen.
Under a head of explosive golden curls, there are angular eyebrows and a wide forehead.
Her green eyes, like emerald gemstones, were set deeply on both sides of her tall, three-dimensional nose.
The lips are thick and fleshy, and the chin and cheekbones are slightly thin, like an anorexic patient who has a regular schedule but has been dieting for a long time.
It’s completely different from the feeling Jiang Xueming gave Ah Xing——
——If we say that Brother Jiang Xueming is like a piece of pure ice.
The teacher Victor in front of him was like a glass of absinthe with green light. His facial features and temperament alone gave him a dreamy feeling.
Teacher Victor pressed one hand on the doorknob. The metacarpal bones were wide and the joints were rough. He hunched his body and stuck his head out, as if hiding inside the door, looking at each other with meteors outside.
There was a look of indifference and contempt in those big green eyes.
Bu Liuxing was scared and happy at the same time. Unknowingly, he had regarded the author as his idol.
"Teacher Victor! I didn't expect that I could really... really see you here!"
He took off his hat and nodded in a panic.
David Victor did not respond directly——
——He just glanced outside the door and glanced left and right to make sure there was no one else.
Only then did Teacher Victor come out and walk up to Bu Liuxing, the reckless reader, 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, but 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, and looked at Ah Xing again and again, but still did not speak.
Bu Liuxing was stared at by Teacher Victor and felt very nervous - something didn't feel right.
Brother Ming once said that passengers who have been riding underground for many years will have some psychological problems.
Maybe Mr. Victor is also an old passenger with a rich resume and has been to many places, so he behaves so strangely?
Ah Xing calmed down and introduced himself.
"Teacher Victor...I am your reader!"
Before Asing finished speaking——
-David Victor interrupts: "Be quiet...I'm watching you."
Ah Xing also wanted to get close. He remembered that David Byrne, an armed employee in Fangfeng Settlement, also had such a name.
"Teacher Victor, do you know how many coincidences there are in the world? When I came to the station, the first safety officer I saw was also named David... Ha... What a coincidence do you think this is... ."
"I said - keep quiet." Teacher Victor walked in a circle, leaning his head in front of and behind Bu Liuxing, scanning up and down.
Ah Xing is getting more and more nervous——
——He didn’t understand Teacher Victor’s intention.
He secretly peeked at the writer's expression, but could not see any distracting thoughts. His expression was determined and serious, as if he was really observing a sculpture or work of art. In Teacher Victor's eyes, it seemed that he only had a passion for art. Pursue.
"When I meet interesting strangers, I can't help but observe their appearance carefully, trying to figure out their behaviors and micro-expressions." Teacher Victor explained: "I'm sorry, I haven't asked you yet. name, or maybe you have calmed down now and know what politeness is - when visiting strangers, please state your name first."
"My name is Bu Liuxing! Teacher Victor!" Ah Xing suddenly became energetic. He was finally freed from the feeling of being watched and breathed a sigh of relief.
He was thinking secretly——
——The feeling of being stared at just now was really strange.
"You already know my name, so there is no need to go into too much detail like a lengthy nonsense article." Teacher Victor still clasped his hands behind his back and stood up straight with his head held high.
He used a 45-degree side profile to welcome uninvited guests, just like a golden-ratio side profile painting, and started talking slowly and slowly.
"When we first met, I had an unkind invitation."
Bu Liuxing's brows suddenly widened. Hearing that Teacher Victor had something to ask for, that was the best thing - after all, Brother Xueming said it.
Everyone has to 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? !
"Say! Teacher Victor... If there is anything I can do to help you, I will definitely find a way!"
"The first thing I ask you to do -" Teacher Victor corrected: "-is to call me [you], not [you]."
"Oh...that's easy to say." Bu Liuxing scratched his head: "Why? I respect you..."
Victor gritted his teeth and interrupted again impatiently: "Because this inexplicable honorific makes me feel anxious and troubled - please don't use that frivolous and dissolute title to talk to me again, as if you were treating a star or idol. . Bu Liuxing, you can call me by my name - you and I are both mortals, born between heaven and earth."
"Oh...hahaha...hehe..." Ah Xing felt inexplicable pressure——
——Yes, it’s pressure.
When facing Teacher Victor, he felt as if an invisible hand was grabbing his throat. This hand wouldn't strangle him directly, but it would make breathing difficult.
When getting along with Brother Xueming, Ah Xing also felt similar pressure when they first met, but as they got to know each other better and the time went by, this pressure disappeared.
Perhaps this is why passengers are afraid of Brother Xueming.
Teacher David Victor also has the same power. Maybe Teacher Victor has the same mental power as Brother Xueming.
"The second thing I want to ask you for." Mr. Victor said about the small troubles at work: "When I was writing, I encountered some difficulties that I couldn't solve alone."
"Oh! Writing novels! I like it!" Bu Liuxing became excited again and wanted to say something vividly.
——He was immediately choked by Teacher Victor's silencing gesture, and he never dared to speak again.
Victor moved out of the way and opened the door completely.
"It's a long story, why don't you come in and talk to me in detail."
Bu Liuxing looked inside the door——
——It is a simple but not simple studio.
The furnishings inside the door are very weird. Why use weird to describe it?
Because next to the desk is the kitchen shelf, next to the kitchen shelf is the bathtub, and next to the bathtub is the bed.
The headlight on the top of the carriage illuminates the oil painting on the ceiling, which is the starry sky painted by Van Gogh.
In addition, the shower room and toilet are squeezed into this small private space.
A bright red carpet extends straight into the door - until the end of the carriage. This is the last section of the train. The safety door at the end of the carriage has been removed. From this door, you can see the scenery passing by on the road. .
"Judging from your body's reaction." Teacher Victor stood on tiptoe and whispered in Ah Xing's ear: "It seems that you are afraid, which is probably true. I think I am a lonely and weird person - if my reckless invitation makes you If you feel offended, please go back the way you came. But please keep it a secret, don’t publicize my whereabouts, and don’t tell anyone in the car. I don’t want to be awakened by a louder knock on the door while I am creating.”
"No! No, no, no!" Bu Liuxing pursed his lips and inhaled sharply through his nose, like a bullfight with red eyes, "Teacher Victor asked me to help, how could I refuse!"
Having said that——
——A Xing broke into the studio.
He found a comfortable position, as if he was fighting, as if he wanted to prove his ability, and sat leisurely on the chair, sitting in the guest seat next to the desk.
He rolled up his sleeves and pretended to be at home, stretching and yawning casually, as if he was about to fall asleep peacefully.
He shouted carelessly: "Teacher Victor! I'm already sitting here. I'm ready. You just said that you encountered difficulties in writing a novel. If you have any questions, just ask!"
Victor closed the door, still holding his right hand behind his back, and calmly sat back in the host's seat.
"Bu Liuxing, you smell like two perfumes. One is Gucci's Mystery of the Snake? The other is Dior's Wilderness? Or Unruly? I can't remember the smell of these luxury goods clearly, but I can vaguely recognize them. ..."
"Oh..." A Xing was a little embarrassed. This was originally a perfume he used for girls to smell, "The other one is a sporty one..."
"Then it means that what I thought was right, I found the right person." Teacher Victor stubbornly put his right hand behind his back, bit open the pen cap with his mouth, and wrote down on the manuscript paper: "Bu Liuxing, you should have rich emotional experience. people."
"Yes...how can you see it?"
"You have well-developed tear ducts, a lot of capillaries in the corners of your eyes, and you have lots of flesh around your nasopharyngeal tubes and around your eyes. That's a sign of frequent crying. A handsome young man who loves to cry and is rich will often have hunters come to his door."
"It seems...that's what happened...Mr. Victor."
"This makes things easier to talk about. I want to know what it feels like to lose a lover."
Victor picked up the pen, approached Bu Liuxing, and said confidently.
"Please tell me your experience. What does it feel like to lose a lover and be separated from your lover forever? It would be great if you could be more detailed. If you could be so detailed, it would be like cutting open your chest and taking out your heart and taking a closer look. Just watch.”
Ah Xing's body leaned back involuntarily, and Teacher Victor suddenly rushed forward, making the pressure become more and more terrifying.
Suddenly, Ah Xing's cold sweat dripped from his forehead to his chin.
Teacher Victor sat back again, sensing the little guy's nervous and delicate emotions.
"Sorry, I'm a little paranoid, but I feel like I'm really a failure. I don't have any emotional experience, and I don't understand women -
——All the novels I serialized in the Sun-Times were designed to serve male readers and never considered the feelings of female readers.
——I started writing this time in order to write about a love theme that I have never encountered before. This is not a bold attempt, just because I want to kill the mediocre and lazy self of the past. "
"Are you talking about the story I saw?" Bu Liuxing asked cautiously: "Is that... the story about the severed hand?"
"Yes." David Victor described it cautiously, treating his story as carefully as he was holding a scalpel to perform an operation: "I didn't even think of a title for it. I wanted to give it a try, so I sent it to the newspaper. But..."
All of a sudden——
——Victor went from being extremely calm to a furious lion, letting out a shrill roar from his throat.
"But the editor of the newspaper didn't even look at it! He just published my manuscript in the newspaper!"
From extreme cold to intense heat, it took almost only a second.
Ah Xing was so shocked that he couldn't speak.
He only knew that Brother Xueming had told him that the underground passengers had weird tempers and strong personalities, but this was the first time he had seen someone like Teacher Victor.
"I wouldn't ask a stranger I met for the first time to understand my depressed and restless mood." Teacher Victor regained his composure, as if the roar just now was Ah Xing's auditory hallucination, "I won't ask you either If you have any unnecessary empathy with me, Bu Liexing, I will try my best to tell you the whole story clearly - but the author's unedited draft is like the author's butt, they actually Put my ass in the newspaper openly!"
This strong obsession, as well as shame, these emotions are like a scourge, making A Xing restless.
Teacher Victor then said: "This is a mistake... I originally hoped that this story would be well-refined. It would have a header, a subtitle, a complete message and an introduction, instead of being so-so, using a mask as an apron, saying [ life hanging by a thread] rough concept.”
"Maybe... readers won't be too..." Ah Xing finally answered: "They won't care too much... Teacher Victor, are you... too allergic?"
"But I care..." Victor said seriously, with bloodshot eyes: "I care very much... If I take a photo of your butt and publish it in the newspaper..."
Axing: "Is there such a good thing?"
The weird silence lasted for about ten seconds.
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Teacher Victor regained his composure.
“Anyway, I hope you’ll listen to my complaints.
I was completely stuck in this rough story, the serialization had already started, and I was trapped in a kind of anxiety of rushing to get it on the shelves——
——Bu Liuxing, I have revised the first draft into three drafts, and the director of the newspaper also apologized to me.
But in this love-themed story, I'm missing something. A fake is a fake. No matter how mysterious my writing style is, it can't be true. "
Victor babbled, feeling frustrated and pointing the pen to the tail of the car, pointing to the missing tailgate.
“Looking out from this door, I can get a lot of inspiration, and I see many true meanings of life——
——I saw people getting married and having children here, and saw sheep or skuas and bats in pairs in the 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. My work is like its theme, only one severed hand. "
"Well... I'm afraid it will be difficult for me to help you." Bu Liuxing smiled awkwardly: "Teacher Victor, I am not a woman, and I don't know what girls are thinking when they are in love... You want to ask me If I’m looking for material, I can only talk about boys’ random thoughts when they’re in love.”
"..." Teacher Victor remained silent, holding his chin with his left hand, biting the pen barrel, and remained silent with gloomy eyes.
Ah Xing didn’t dare to speak either——
——He squinted his eyes, unwilling to meet Teacher Victor's extremely oppressive eyes.
Suddenly, I saw a series of dark red colors at the junction of the carpet and the floor.
This made Axing pay more attention, and his pupils began to shrink and focus.
That string of sticky, thick red liquid—it’s blood.
Ah Xing has no other skills, but has a lot of experience in being beaten and bleeding. Under the dark yellow light, the scarlet fluid slowly soaked into the carpet, leaving a deeper dark red color in the wool of the red carpet, so that when he first entered the room When he arrived, he didn't find any blood stains.
All this made Ah Xing even more restless.
Why is there so much blood? Whose blood is that?
Something was wrong, something really was wrong.
Do you want to notify the flight attendant? right here? Or should I call Brother Xueming after I leave?
I have to find a way to escape... But if I leave directly, will it make Mr. Victor suspicious?
In the long silence, only the train's iron wheels and tracks mixed with the deafening percussion.
Axing tried not to let himself look at the blood stains, and wanted to look away - the random thoughts in his mind almost forced him to stand up and escape from this narrow and weird studio immediately.
He also glimpsed the looming collection of books on the bookshelf display cabinet on one side under the starry sky oil painting on the ceiling.
He seemed to have found a life-saving straw to escape from this depressing and weird atmosphere, "Teacher Victor, I want to see your collection of books, is that okay?"
Victor was still deep in thought, with the same anxious expression he had when encountering a difficult problem: "Well... remember to put it back intact after reading it."
Bu Liuxing let out a breath, seemed to roll off the electric chair, and slowly walked to the bookshelf.
He carefully avoided the clusters of blood stains on the carpet, and could barely smell the rusty smell of blood from the incense in the air.
——Yes, it’s blood.
He was convinced again that there was blood in David Victor's studio.
He gingerly touched the cabinet door. Under the dim light, it was difficult to distinguish the names of the books in the cabinet. He could only see thick, palm-sized books, neatly listed among them.
Ah Xing kept laughing, as if he had discovered a treasure: "Are these the inspirations for Teacher Victor's writing?"
"Yes." Victor responded, "It's a log."
"Yes..." Bu Liuxing didn't recover for a while, and had already opened the cabinet door with his hand: "Passenger's..."
"log?"
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The unique fragrance of book pages wafted out of the cabinet door. Each diary had a name written on it, a strange name of a strange passenger.
They are packed tightly in the bookcase, at least two hundred of them.
Bu Liuxing felt that his body was stiff and he could no longer move a step. The cold sweat on his vest had soaked into his spiritual clothes and turned into a cold water stain.
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He could no longer look away - just staring at Teacher Victor's figure.
The great writer was sitting at his desk, with his back to Asing.
He held his chin with his left arm, still looking indifferent.
There was a shocking wound on the wrist bone of his right arm, leaving only a little bit of flesh, hanging his palm in the air.
Judging from the wound at the level of the wrist, it was severed with one knife without any hesitation. Also due to the activity of neurons, the severed palm was trembling and twitching unnaturally.
Blood was flowing continuously from the wound.
But David Victor didn't realize it. He 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.
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Ah Xing received a huge mental shock——
——He could clearly feel that his madness index was increasing rapidly, and the tendons in his body were not functioning due to the disordered electrical signals from his brain, as if his whole body was frozen to death.
He looked at the manuscript on the work table.
That should have been the third draft after teacher Victor revised it——
--Could it be that......
——Could it be said that Teacher Victor really cut off his own palm just to revise the manuscript and write a severed hand and use it as writing material to observe?
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In an instant, that strange and inexplicable attraction appeared again.
Ah Xing could hardly take his eyes away from the manuscript. This huge attraction and huge fear were like two cold and sexy executioners, pressing his body back into the electric chair.
For a moment he forgot all scruples—forgotten the armadillo-hunter's features, forgot all the vaguely unsettling elements of the cramped studio.
He felt like someone was pinching his throat and holding his body down, and he sat back down as a guest, almost begging for help, like a fish out of water, pleading to Teacher Victor.
"I really want to know...I really want to take a look and see what the revised manuscript looks like..."
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"No, I cannot agree to this request." Teacher Victor's expression showed no abnormality or change: "This manuscript can only be regarded as a semi-finished product before it is officially published in the newspaper."
"Even if it's a semi-finished product... I want to take a look... I don't care... Teacher Victor..." Ah Xing's voice trembled: "I beg you... I... I really want to see it... I don’t know what’s wrong with me, Teacher Victor, are you an armadillo hunter? Have you ever killed anyone? In this studio, I feel very, very depressed, very, very scared, But these terrifying emotions can't make me leave...I can't control my curiosity...I really want to see..."
"Then..." David Victor raised his tea cup, still with the rigorous and natural expression: "Bu Liuxing, let's have a fair duel. In this duel, I am not a superior author, and neither are you. What idol-chasing readers—we are just two knights.”
Axing was confused: "Duel?"
"I'm going to take care of my wound." Victor raised his bloody broken palm: "Prepare a refreshing cup of White Lady's coffee for you - do you know what it is?"
"I've heard the Shayang worker talk about this thing." Bu Liuxing remembered that the vendors at Huanghuangxiang Station once sold this kind of stuff.
"It is a self-developed panacea among the people. It is not as effective as the one at the station, but it can deal with some minor disasters and illnesses." Teacher Victor held the severed palm in his hands and headed out the door. "Mrs. Bai is the larvae of the crazy butterfly. Its The name comes from mysterious ancient folklore. Whether in the East or the West, the sculptures of Venus and the Nuwa Stone of the Hongshan Culture all have fat and plump sculptures in the shape of gourds."
Axing also saw this information from the crew manual and took note of it.
Teacher Victor drank the coffee from the teacup, covered his arm and connected it. In just one breath, the wound on his hand healed.
The sound of bone growth is like wind blowing sand.
The sound of muscles clenching together was like sleet.
"Loser Venus or the pottery goddess from Kazuodong Mountain in Liaoning, Gagarino Venus or Moldavia's goddess of death, they all have the same name, they are all called the White Lady."
After Teacher Victor explained to Axing the origin of these folk elixirs, he then told the agreement about the duel.
"It will take me about six to ten minutes to prepare this cup of coffee for you——
——If you can endure it and don't go to my desk and take off my pants like a gangster and peek at my manuscript like you're peeking at my butt. Even if you win this duel. "
"Where's the prize?" Ah Xing immediately became excited when he heard this weird bet.
"I am willing to share my revised manuscript with you, secretly and exclusively for you before it appears on the newspaper page." Teacher Victor pouted, as if he was unhappy with a rude and anxious prostitute.
Bu Liuxing stood up excitedly: "Okay! I accept this challenge!"
"But..." Teacher Victor changed the topic: "If you lose, I want you to hand over the passenger logbook, let me copy it, and send it to my bookcase."
Bu Liuxing was very surprised, because the price of this bet could not be described as insignificant, it had absolutely no impact on him - if Jiang Xueming knew what was going on in this kid's mind, he would definitely stick out his butt. A bag as big as a fist.
"That's it?"
"Don't misunderstand me." Before Mr. Victor left the studio, he specifically reminded Axing: "What I want is the complete passenger log, including the memories in your mind and all the joys, sorrows and joys in the memories. Don't worry. I won’t hurt you, I have a way to take this diary out of your head.”
Although he doesn't quite understand what Teacher Victor is talking about, Ah Xing has never been afraid of this kind of head-on challenge. He has never been afraid, he is very brave.
"Mr. Victor, just go ahead and make me coffee! I will be obedient and guard your fart like a knight... guard your manuscript! Not only will I not peek, but no one else will see it in advance. !”
"Bu Liuxing, I'm really touched that you can understand what I'm saying and connect with the inner meaning of every word I express - this is a duel, you must cheer up, it's between you and me -"
David Victor brings the golden door.
"——[Tournamen(feat. Patrick Bartley)·Knight Tournament]"
