There are still four final paper balls in the [Trophy].
Victor uncovered them one by one.
The first is the story that Jiang Xueming is most concerned about——
——About the life story of David Victor himself, it is also the most important historical description on the passenger ID.
Victor took Mrs. Bai's coffee from Jiang Xueming's hand and took a sip.
In this gap between exhalation and exhalation, the two little guys tensed up and had a vague inspiration - something was about to happen!
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The sacred ghost apparition appeared again, rushing towards the two of them at a speed that was difficult to catch with the naked eye.
Xue Ming instinctively wanted to raise her hands to cover her face, but she saw the heart-shaped tail piercing her arms like a sharp arrow and heading towards the front door!
He felt a burning sting rooted in his soul, madly torturing his inspiration. The tail was like a sharp pen, writing new characters one after another on his body.
But he wasn't afraid at all... instead he felt - a wonderful tranquility.
"Where should I start? Where should I start? This story..." Teacher Victor frowned slightly, as if he was considering the starting point when creating a story.
The scorching air rushed towards my face, and there were burning fires everywhere. The thirsty tongues of fire swallowed everything along the carriage.
Everything began to fall apart, like a cracked lens, burning to ashes under the colorful golden-red flames.
Jiang Xueming looked at Bu Liuxing——
——A Xing also looked stunned and dumb, as if he had been enchanted by the most wonderful illusion magic in the world, and his eyes followed the illusions that collapsed and shattered in the flames.
This phantom of fire tore open the dark subway and crushed every corner of the carriage, revealing another piece of heaven and earth.
Follow the story of Teacher Victor——
——Far, far away, a false phantom sun rose from the sky. It illuminated the red rock Gobi Desert and two railroad tracks crossing the Grand Canyon.
Cast and molded under the sweat and flesh of Chinese craftsmen.
Steam and steel give it body, sweat and gold give it soul.
The blazing wind was like a horse driver waving a long whip, blowing the thick clouds to the northeast, leaving a gauze-like mist of dust on the Gobi Desert. Gradually, during the drought season between summer and autumn, it turns into a deadly sandstorm.
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"The story begins here -" Victor led the two students into this illusion: "In 1840, under the pull of fate, three young people came together."
Jiang Xueming followed in the footsteps of Teacher Victor and covered his face with his hands to protect himself from the wind. The billowing red dust that hit his face was so exciting that he could hardly open his eyes.
Everything he saw in front of him made him have more and more questions.
——Is this really an illusion? Is this the strength of a teacher?
My nerves and my five senses are affected by Teacher Victor’s superpower. Can I really see, hear, and touch all of this?
—Back to 1840? Back to the red rock highlands next to the Grand Canyon? Back in front of these two railroad tracks?
Bu Liuxing was so surprised that he couldn't speak. He could feel his big leather boots stepping on the soft loose gravel and the hot sleepers.
The moment the dust dispersed - the whole sky and earth lit up.
Victor led the way, pointing at the people on the railroad tracks in the distance.
"Right ahead, there is a Chinese man who is about to commit suicide by lying on the train. His name is Wen Bucai. He works at the Sanhe Society in San Francisco. He speaks English and his English name is Vincent."
Jiang Xueming immediately followed him. When the three of them stopped by the railway track, they saw a yellow man as skinny as a bone, lying on his side on the railway track.
The man's head was lying on the rail, his eyes were firm and decisive, and he only wanted to die.
Bu Liuxing: "Teacher! Is he your friend?"
Victor: "My most important friend."
Bu Liuxing: "Why did he die?"
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——The train is coming. Bursts of black smoke erupted from the coal furnace, driving the iron wheels of the giant beast towards this place.
The rumble of metal and the shrill whistle sounded like a death knell to the desperado on the railroad tracks.
The strong wind stirred up the Chinese worker's clothes——
——Countless Yellow Pages contracts flew out from the lining pocket, as well as a Chamber of Commerce certificate.
These things answered Bu Meteor's question.
Victor casually grabbed one of the yellow pages contracts and showed it to the two students.
"My good friend Wen Bucai followed the human traffickers from Fuzhou Port to San Francisco. He was hired by the Pacific Railway Company to translate for people from two countries, and introduced more Chinese workers to come to the west to dig for gold and build roads to make a fortune. Wealth. But - things are not as good as he thought."
At that moment, Teacher Victor roared, with majestic anger coming from his heart.
"The brothers and sisters who set out with him, docked with him, and built the railway together through life and death have all turned into blood-stained contracts of betrayal. On every sleeper, there are the dead souls of his brothers and sisters from the same hometown."
Uncovering the dusty history, these Yellow Pages contracts flying in the sky are like the scars on Wen Bucai's chest——
——Look at him, he is struggling, like a fish in a dry river bed desperate for survival. I want to reach out and grab these flying lightweight papers, and let these scars fill the big hole in my chest again.
Ah Xing was so fascinated by what he saw that he wanted to grab the pages in the illusion and help the stranger in the illusion. But he couldn't touch anything. This itself was a past event in David Victor's memory a long time ago.
"Someone came to save him? Right? Teacher? You came to save him, right?" Asing licked his lips and saw the North American gray wolf crouching in the grass, always waiting for an opportunity, and the crow circling above his head.
They are also waiting - waiting for the food on the rails to die completely, waiting for the fact that the top predators on the planet are completely dead.
Only after confirming this matter can these scavengers dare to risk their lives and come up to feast.
"Someone is coming." Jiang Xueming looked into the distance, a fast horse rushed towards the railway, "It's a white man."
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boom--
The sudden sound of gunfire startled the crows away.
The jackal in the grass crouched lower and hid deeper.
A smile appeared on Teacher Victor's face: "That's my other partner - his name is Jack Martin."
The spurs on the leather boots stepped on the railway track, making a clear metallic sound.
The leather of the hip pocket was covered with dust and foal feces, attracting blood flies and mosquitoes from time to time.
With his thick knuckles, he pressed his thumb against the bullet nest, took off a bullet case, and replaced it with a new copper bullet. There was a police badge seal with a five-pointed star on his chest.
A red-necked cowboy held a kettle and a gun in his hands, leaned on his knees, and lowered his head to carefully observe the Chinese workers on the rails.
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The scene is frozen here, motionless.
Victor introduced the young police sergeant to his two apprentices: "He is the child of a gun-maker in England's Industrial Revolution era. He has made great contributions to the British royal family. His family is rich and powerful. He is not willing to just hang around like this." After waiting for death all his life, he came to the wild west to punish rape and eliminate evil."
It was like a video tape started to fast forward - gunfire, horses and tumbleweeds flashed past in this red wilderness.
Victor continued.
"These two friends got into a lot of trouble. In the bandit-infested and bully-ridden West, which was a paradise for [carnivores], they had to deal with the minions of the Pacific Railroad and more than two hundred gunmen in a small town. Ogre."
Following the confusing illusion of the changing situation, the three people quickly arrived in front of this brightly lit and prosperous town.
Victor introduced this night town.
"The name of this gang is [Perfume Bottle], and its history can be traced back to the fulminated mercury gunpowder gun 'Perfume Bottle' of the same name. If you want to join it, you must hold a ritual of cannibalism. After passing this ritual, you can become the Perfume Bottle Gang." People turn into ogres."
There were many high towers on both sides, and next to the dark main entrance, there were bright red cigarette butts and guns in the hands of patrolmen.
On the other side is a bustling commercial street, with the smell of Magu tobacco in the air, barbecued meats and various types of sausages and delicacies, almost leaving Ah Xing's soul here.
The escort girl is in all her glory, soliciting customers in front of the archway, casino, tavern and hotel in the side streets.
Victor walked and talked.
"At that time, I was sketching in a hotel in this town and met these two friends. I had a fight with them first, then had a drink with them, and finally set off with them. I wanted to write about the most exciting and powerful things in my life. s story."
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Having said this, Teacher Victor lifted the illusion——
——The flames ignited again, burning through the entire world, and transformed back into the VIP carriage.
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Jiang Xueming is still immersed in that kind of divine power, unable to extricate himself. Those memories are like what really happened——
——In the fantasy, the Chinese worker’s unwilling roar and the cowboy’s frivolous demeanor when he appeared on the stage were all so real.
It's just that Teacher Victor doesn't want to go any further, and he doesn't want the two apprentices to see the young and immature David in their memories.
"Teacher...what happened next? Why didn't you let us continue reading? The story of the three musketeers...why didn't you exist?" Bu Liuxing had strong curiosity in his eyes. He also wanted to know how he made friends. Yes, how the fight was fought, how the wine was drunk.
Victor coughed softly: "I was beaten up by one of their bastards until my nose was bruised and my face was swollen. It's really not convenient for me to show you these things..."
Jiang Xueming then asked: "What happened next? Did you succeed?"
"It's just like all cliché heroic adventure stories." Victor said with a smile: "We showed off our skills and killed everyone. We burned down the human circus in the town."
"Human circus?" Bu Liuxing didn't quite understand the meaning of this word.
"It's a very, very scary entertainment place. People of different skin colors from all over the world are captured, their limbs cut off or poisoned to create deformities, and they are put into the zoo for people to enjoy." When Victor was discussing these things, he seemed to think of some bad things. remember.
Jiang Xueming became furious when he heard the word "reward".
Victor continued: "We competed with the leader of the Perfume Bottle Gang in knightly contests again and again - but this beast in human skin was a veteran in casinos and kept doing tricks. But in the end, he died."
The teacher unfolded the note completely and put it in the wastebasket column.
"We toasted to celebrate, cut our fingers, and drank blood wine according to the Chinese custom of making alliances by blood - and finally parted ways at the ferry. Little Sheriff Jack returned to England, and I went further to collect writing materials, and Wen Bucai..."
Bu Liuxing asked excitedly: "This Chinese worker avenged blood for his compatriots! He must be very happy, right?"
"We helped many village residents. Later, these residents sent me a cross-border email - they said that Wen Bucai returned to the railway and lay down on it." Victor said the ending of the story calmly: "I don't If you understand why he did this, I’m afraid he’s trying to atone for his sins.”
Jiang Xueming was very surprised: "Is he dead?"
Victor sat back by the car window and looked at the endless dark abyss.
"He disappeared and I never saw him again. Little Jack and I followed the railway for a long time and didn't find his body. If it weren't for the first time we met, I had a fight with him and was beaten up by him. If he lost several teeth, he would be mistaken for a ghost, a lifeless person, like a walking zombie."
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"Teacher, you told us before that you are like a desperado." Returning to reality, Jiang Xueming asked relentlessly: "But the people in the Death Puppet Agency City are all locked by runes, but you are different... ."
Xueming is still very curious and still doesn't understand where Victor's power of eternal youth comes from.
Victor touched his lips with one hand, asking Xueming, a curious baby, to put away his curiosity and stop asking any more questions.
Immediately afterwards, the VIP unveiled the next paper ball.
"Why did you happen to meet me when you were returning? The reason is very simple. My two stupid apprentices, I also want to [try my luck] like you. I stayed at the Death Puppet Station for four days , hoping to find you - finally I waited, which makes me ecstatic."
Bu Liuxing felt mixed emotions in his heart when he heard this, and didn't know what to say.
This teacher really helped them a lot, and the questions he asked were more and more difficult. His enthusiasm for teaching and his hope and joy that his students would grow up quickly were definitely not fake.
Victor just wanted to see the two little guys getting better - nothing more.
The teacher once lost a very precious friend, although Ah Xing could only glimpse a little bit of it from the story, a little bit of details.
If you think about it carefully, David and Sheriff Jack finally reached the end of the ferry with their partners who shared life and death. They drank, fought and played with guns together, but they didn't expect that this would be the last time in their lives.
Xueming bowed deeply.
"Thank you, teacher, I think I shouldn't ask these questions. After all, teacher, you said that your own life is the most difficult story to write - can you talk about these things to the two of us? I really don't know how. Thank u."
Uncover the next ball of paper.
Victor smiled and showed the stupid students a clear path.
"If you want to make money and earn pyroxene coins, you can try your luck at red stone-based chambers of commerce and schools. They are also ferocious [carnivores]. Their way of expressing feelings is simple and direct, and they all have a clear distinction between love and hate. People don't know how to twist and turn, but they are different from the ogres two hundred years ago - they like the delicacies of the underground world and the [food and sex] in Chinese culture. Jiang Xueming, I remember you are a cook, right? Can you use this craft to make money? Go to the BOSS and ask for a pass to District 18. Get off at the Mimir Hot Spring Market. If you encounter trouble, shout loudly, I am David Victor. Students, someone will naturally come to help you.”
Bu Liuxing pursed his lips: "Thank you, teacher! Thank you!"
After that, the big boy went up and gave him a bear hug - but Victor didn't refuse this time.
It's like two flames colliding together——
——While hugging each other with Meteor, Victor could think of many, many things.
His good friend, little Sheriff Jack, is also a crybaby, and his eyes seem to be unable to hide anything.
His good friend, Mr. Wen Bucai, also had a pair of cold obsidian eyes like Jiang Xueming.
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Jiang Xueming cares very much——
——There is one last paper ball in the glass.
It was the "wrong answer" added by Teacher Victor himself. What exactly was written on that piece of paper?
"Teacher, can I see the last question? It is both a question and an answer...I really want to know..."
"We can only choose the [only path] in our hearts - apprentice. This is the rope I use to kidnap the readers. Any story in the series cannot have a clear ending, otherwise the readers will be [full] , these [carnivores] will leave contentedly and never come back." Victor raised his eyebrows with a stern expression: "If we can meet again, my two silly apprentices, if you can stay in this dark place Under the ground, if you meet me again, I will give you this answer. You must live! I will also work hard to live!"
"Yeah!" Bu Liuxing let go of the teacher and nodded vigorously.
Jiang Xueming also nodded.
"I have to continue working." Victor urged the two little guys to leave quickly.
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When the two energetic young men were gone, Victor closed the door.
He bit the penholder and swept all the waste paper on the table into the wastepaper basket.
Then open the last paper ball.
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"In 1840, the mysterious leader of the Perfume Bottle Gang recruited countless workers in the name of helping the Pacific Railroad build the railroad."
"This leader with extremely strong mental power, under the pretext of building roads, spent huge financial and material resources to secretly excavate ancient ruins, trying to find the blood of the saints in Eastern legends to make the elixir of youth."
"Wen Bucai, Jack Martin, and me, the three of us crushed his grand ambitions and wiped out his cannibal gang."
"I'm afraid this leader never thought from the beginning to the end that the reason for his failure was just because of the more than 30 lives on his hands, and just because he pissed off an ordinary Chinese worker from Fuzhou Port."
“Until his death, he didn’t understand why glory and wealth couldn’t buy our hearts. He couldn’t figure out why we had to fight him over and over again for the sake of more than thirty human lives that he said were worthless. He has never regretted it and is unwilling to understand it."
"Little Jack and I drank the blood of Wen Bucai. We didn't feel anything was wrong at first, until two or three bosses of my publishing house were changed. I was so jealous that I tortured Conan Doyle to death. After surviving Tolstoy and even Hemingway, I realized that I was so young and had never aged."
"Perhaps Wen Bucai is the holy man that the leader has been looking for. His blood can refine the elixir of youth - no wonder I was beaten to pieces by such a monster."
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Teacher Victor sighed.
I was silently rejoicing in my heart.
Fortunately, Jiang Xueming did not choose this note.
I'm glad that the manuscript I wrote in a hurry - no one saw it.
"My two silly disciples, may everything along the way, like Rune, be a blessing to protect you."
