[Don’t write hard when you can’t write]
[——Lu Xun]
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[Crime and Punishment·Crime and Punishment]
Mindless and unhappy walking through the wide corridors of the train——
——Come to the end of the story and come to the beginning of the story.
The white marble door still stands there, with the three English characters [JOE] embellished with obsidian.
Jiang Xueming felt uneasy and pondered over and over again.
This term does not refer solely to Wen Bucai.
But Vincent Vinc[e]nt.
Victor Vict[o]r.
And Jack[J]ack.
These three isolated letters, which appear only once in the name, make up the complete Jane Doe.
If you want to open this unbreakable door to your heart, you need to extract the remaining isolated letters and rearrange them.
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Bu Liexing saw no one around -
——He went to use all his brute strength to push away the VIP car with no talent.
Even when Ah Xing was so exhausted that he was out of breath, he still didn't move at all.
Jiang Xueming thought about it for a long time and finally said softly.
"Joe Rank."
What should be translated into?
In a modern context, it’s called the J.O.E trio qualifying match?
wrong--
——One hundred and sixty years ago, there should have been another way of saying it, if Rank was used as a noun.
It's called [The Procession of Handsome Guys].
Meteor understood and said excitedly: "That must be me!"
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The door's voice-activated sensor starts working.
From the heavy door came the complex sounds of gear sets fitting into the clockwork and twisting.
Then there was the sound of the large horizontal steel beam lock clicking, resetting, and releasing the door.
Jiang Xueming was full of curiosity——
——Consult Teacher Victor privately.
Regarding the origin of Wen Bicai, according to Teacher Victor, it was a Kunming fish from the Cambrian period. It followed the natural environment and fought against viruses. It was an immortal creature.
From the life forms of the Synapsid class, they evolved to today's Homo sapiens. Wen Bucai must have experienced countless life-and-death crises, and must have many survival skills to learn.
Thinking of this, Jiang Xueming led Ah Xing into the door.
After stepping into the VIP room door, the two of them were stunned.
This carriage room is very chaotic——
——Specifically, it has no beds, no toilets, and no dining tables.
It's not like a place for VIPs to rest. Even a chair can't be accommodated.
It is an exhibition hall with only a few letters, hundreds of pictures and photos, and strange objects in various display cabinets, including fossils and antiques, worthless industrial iron, and ancient Egyptian hieroglyphs worth thousands of dollars. Text tombstone.
For a moment, Jiang Xueming was dazzled.
The dark floor and pure white ceiling shadowless lights made the two young men feel a little dazed for a while.
This room is as neat and simple as a chess board.
The symmetrical layout on the left and right sides, the display cabinet for small items in the center and the arrangement of the instruction envelopes can give the brain of obsessive-compulsive disorder an extremely satisfying massage.
No matter from the decoration placement, or the things that are out of reach but within reach in the locker.
They all give people a feeling of extreme coldness and cruelty.
In the center of the long and narrow aisle, the first exhibit is the fossil of Kunming fish.
Xueming opened the envelope and looked at the obsidian hard card in the envelope with Meteor.
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Hello and welcome to my cemetery.
You can call me Wenbucai.
Or Vincent?
Or Wenlow?
Or another name?
An unknown person?
None of this matters, I have many, many names, many, many—
——What you see now are the facts told to me by the biologists at the scientific research station.
This is my earliest form, a fish.
It has twenty-five myotomes and comes from Yunnan, China.
Yes! I'm from Yunnan!
Then, these myotomes are in a double [V] structure, with one end facing forward and the other facing backward.
I have met many, many people through this letter.
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The two friends put down their cards and moved on.
The wall paintings on both sides, or the fossils in the display cabinets, have biological models from the Cambrian era. It's like showing Wen Bucai's numerous scars and impressive achievements in nature.
Until the late Eocene——
——A new card envelope appeared next to the model of the Mechanical Toothed Whale.
The content is simple and concise, with only a few words.
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Stop here! Take another look! ~
At this time, I had a very huge brain.
Its structure is simple, but it doesn't remember much.
These synapses still influence me today, allowing me to quickly find prey in the water.
alright! You can go down, if you feel that the museum tour is boring——
——We can jump directly to 1860.
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In a large display cabinet from 12 million years ago.
Fossils of forest ancient apes appeared.
Further forward——
——It is a stone tool from three million years ago.
The text descriptions also began to increase and become more complex.
Most of them were popular science columns. During this period, Wen Bucai did not have a complete memory and only had a vague sense of survival.
That is until the Shahs of Chad began to come out of their caves.
Until the naked ape puts on clothes.
Until human civilization bursts into bright fire.
Until AD 30.
A crucifix of the saint carved from the leg bone lies in the middle of the avenue.
There are also three holy nails, silverware for the Eucharist. A cup made of crystal skulls to hold the wine of the Holy Blood.
Meteor: "It's so much fun now!"
Jiang Xueming said nothing, just picked up the card and looked at it carefully.
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From twenty-five myotomes to thirty-three spines.
My life will always stay before the age of thirty-three. It may change with the quality of life, but it will not exceed the bone age range of twenty-five to thirty-three.
I have no idea who I am, except for the carbon isotopes in my bones that reveal my true age.
The historian at the scientific research station told me——
——The carving on this bone is me.
I said he is not me.
——They insist that he is me...
Well, there's nothing I can do about it.
But what does this mean?
My head can remember things for more than a hundred years at most. Everything else will be carved into completely different shapes with the carving knife of time.
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Further forward, further forward.
Coming to Fuzhou in 1857, there were iron plows and scimitars lying in brocade boxes.
There are more words on the card.
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I don’t remember how I woke up, I just remember the old man from the township meeting and my cousin talking to me.
I defected to the Taiping Army, and followed the uprising of my fellow villagers on the pretext of worshiping God.
But it failed. When I woke up, I was missing a leg. I didn't remember anything, so I used crutches and fled to the United States to live with my brothers.
I committed many crimes, including working with the Pacific Railroad Company to introduce folks to build the railroad.
Three years later, my legs actually grew back.
I learned to speak English, and I went to the metropolis with my team leader and foreman to pick up girls and play with guns.
Spend less time with my folks and stay away more. I will set off from York City on the east coast to visit relatives in Colorado. The work unit only handed me yellow pages contracts.
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Jiang Xueming and Bu Liuxing were silent.
They saw the bloody railroad tracks among the lockers.
Whip and hat.
Guns and hemp tobacco.
A deck of playing cards.
Perfume bottles, mercury fulminates, gunpowder firearms.
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At that moment, I thought that I had the ability to grow my broken legs back by eating human flesh.
I hope to end my sinful life on this railway——
- Someone pulled me off the tracks.
His name is Jack Martin.
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Step by step, the two of them saw more and more portraits and antiquities.
A pair of big leather boots and a vicious crystal scorpion.
Police officer's five-pointed star seal.
A revolver produced by Remington.
The obsidian cards are getting more and more text.
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Jack is an English nobleman.
My father was a lord who made great achievements in making guns during the Industrial Revolution.
This son has no future, he just needs to stay in the manor to eat and wait to die——
——It was only his desire for adventure that brought him to this fertile and wild land.
At this moment, the fear in my heart stirred up Morpho Butterfly, and I realized that this careless Anglo-Saxon was not simple.
Jack's mental state is very strange. He is easily frightened and angry, easily overjoyed and sad, and cannot control his emotions. He will be seduced away by all kinds of delicious meat and the beauty of prostitutes.
I can clearly feel that this guy only has half his soul.
I'm very grateful to him for saving my life——
——So he decided to live up to this luck and seek revenge from the Perfume Bottle Gang under the Pacific Railway Company.
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Keep going.
These experiences can continue the story of Teacher Victor.
Jiang Xueming paid special attention and noticed one thing.
"Teacher Victor has soul power."
Bu Liuxing also noticed.
"Mr. Wen Bucai also possessed soul power more than a hundred years ago."
Jiang Xueming: "Both of them, there were no pyroxene and sticks at that time."
Bu Liuxing: "Yes, just relying on fear, relying on fear, the most primitive and pure emotion, makes the Morpho butterfly in my heart fly."
These two immortals came to the underground world after possessing soul power and completing transformation. They were completely different from the transformation path arranged by the BOSS for the passengers. They were pure wild Morpho butterflies.
The showcase after that was nothing more than fighting and killing along the way.
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We destroyed the shopping street of Sloth Town, and it was fate that Victor and I met.
Little Jack was originally as timid as a mouse. He didn't dare to go to trouble with the perfume bottle with me, but he was looking forward to it, hoping to get a little bit of the reputation of a hero.
He followed me secretly, and at the big hotel on the commercial street, he noticed David Victor's name on the guest list.
In order to read the latest chapter of Victor, this guy completely forgot about me, dropped all his defenses, and knocked hard on Victor's door in the lair where tigers and wolves were occupied by dangerous enemies.
I care deeply about Jack's safety and he is my lifesaver.
It wasn't until I rushed to the scene and found Jack in a state of despair, drooling and delirious while holding the manuscript paper that he was holding the manuscript in his hand, that I beat Victor violently.
Victor was missing sixteen teeth, and Jack stopped me——
——I realized that this was not a man-eating demon with supernatural powers from the Perfume Bottle Gang.
We became friends.
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Jiang Xueming just glanced at Bu Liuxing.
Bu Liuxing pursed his lips, feeling a little guilty, but immediately said: "I definitely won't!"
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We destroyed the great circus in the human zoo.
The director's vicious trick turns his attendant into a monster and Jack into a donkey.
But these weird and weird things can be smashed with fists and bullets.
When Victor saw colored minorities and yellow people locked in a cage with chimpanzees, fed soybean oil and poison since childhood, and slowly turned into deformed monsters for others to enjoy, the frail writer went crazy with anger.
He never takes action against women, so he chopped off the limbs of the four beautiful singers from the circus and the ogres who were turned into spider monsters by the director, and blasted them to pieces with one shot.
It’s just that half of little Jack’s soul that makes me feel unusually terrifying——
——When these beautiful and weird things disappear, my savior actually feels pity, feels lost and disappointed, and even wants to be a chaotic and ignorant donkey for a while, to experience the feeling of being on all fours, pulling and grinding. Live a weird life.
I want to get little Jack's lost soul back. Otherwise, what kind of cold-blooded and vicious guy would cheer for the human tragedies created by these cannibal demons?
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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 also two ghost cards.
Red and black, neat and natural.
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The story has come to an end——
——We met the big boss.
The big boss is Jack, and Jack is the big boss.
When I was having lunch at Peking University, Mr. Lu Xun told me that if you can't write an article, don't force yourself to write.
At this moment, I don’t know how to tell this story clearly and completely. No matter how vague the memory of more than a hundred years ago is, at a time of life and death, it is like a bullet hole that still remains in my mind.
I think Victor could have expressed it more clearly.
To be precise——
——Jack Martin already possesses soul power.
His special ability is to split his soul in half.
He transformed a soul that was weak, kind, benevolent, lustful, gluttonous and gambling into Jack Martin.
He left behind a brave, cruel, scheming, cold-blooded, self-denying, decisive and ruthless soul who became the leader of the Perfume Bottle Gang.
This big leader wants to find the remains of the saint, search for the holy blood and the Holy Communion, and use the name of the westward movement to build the railway to excavate the mysterious ruins of the legendary feathered serpent left by the Mayan civilization.
My fellow villagers have been kind to me for many years, but now it has become a blood feud between me and the big leader.
My companion and I had a life-saving grace, and now Jack was going to shoot his alter ego.
The big leader told us - we are all practicing cannibalistic rituals at the same time.
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 in order to become a member of the Perfume Bottle Gang.
Like two ghost cards in poker.
We made four rounds of bets with the big boss——
——Finally decided the winner and sent him to hell.
If the story is over.
All sins have been paid for.
But I'm not willing to accept it——
——Little Jack, who has lost half of his soul, will not live long.
Although he was still so happy and carefree. Will cheer for Victor's new work, and every time he turns the page, he will shout loudly: "You are so talented!"
But both Victor and I could feel that the spiritual pressure in Jack's body was dissipating rapidly.
Within a day or two, the poor boy started to have a lot of gray hair, and he gradually became demented, like a child who would never grow up.
He told us about the large manor in his hometown and hoped to go back together.
He makes very delicious burgers made with pickles, beef tenderloin and tomato slices, which we must try.
He couldn't wait to get back to the East Coast and catch a boat home.
But he couldn't even ride a horse, and his body didn't obey orders. I fell down several times and climbed up again. Until we packed up the remaining perfume bottles in the town and returned to the port on the east coast with a scarred Jack.
Little Jack finally understood that he might not live long.
He told us——
——We must make a blood alliance and drink a cup of farewell wine.
If only the story ended here.
Then the audience will definitely refund their tickets.
But I didn’t expect——
——The Holy Communion of cutting my fingers with them and exchanging blood 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 the railway and talked to myself for a long time.
Finally convinced myself not to commit suicide or seek death.
Because Victor would never write a story about relatives and enemies rejoicing, and little Jack would never listen to it.
My sins cannot be redeemed, so I will spend the rest of my life trying to repay every cry for help.
In 1868, I dug for gold for a long time, collected my travel expenses, and went to England. I wanted to go all the way to Austria to find Victor.
I don't know their physical condition at this moment.
In order to understand the folk customs of Europe, I worked in a shoe store next to Downing Street. I met a local girl, married her and had children.
I lived a very happy life during that time - the warmth of my family gradually healed the wounds in my heart.
I searched frantically for Victor for twenty years.
When my family heard our story, they thought I was joking and never believed this experience.
It's just that fate also played a small joke on me.
My wife and daughter both contracted influenza, which was accompanied by fever and inflammation, a very common illness in modern times. But at that time, people might die.
I spent a lot of money and still couldn't cure it.
While doing bloodletting with my wife and daughter, I accidentally cut my finger.
After they received Holy Communion and drank the holy blood, my first wife went from being in her forties to being twenty-five years old, becoming healthy, bright and radiant.
This makes me feel extremely scary——
——My wife and daughter have been staring at me since they regained consciousness.
They want more blood, and they seem to think that if they drink human blood, they can stay young forever.
It started as a polite request to add some blood to my daily aperitif.
Later, he carried a knife with him and cut my flesh and blood regardless of the occasion.
I went looking for churches, looking for priests, trying to exorcise the demons from my wife and daughter.
But they can see the sun and talk normally.
No matter how you look at it, he is more noble, elegant, and knowledgeable about religious etiquette than I, a mentally disturbed young Asian.
The priest didn't believe my lies.
Until one day, my wife and daughter talked to their close friends about my blood and their radiant beauty.
With just a few words, these old sisters, who looked as old as yesterday's flowers, immediately used aggressive methods to divide the saved blood of my wife and daughter.
Among the people at this table were seventeen elderly women from London who came from different families and had different backgrounds and professions.
The next day, the whole city was in an uproar——
——People say that there is a black-haired devil in this city. Anyone who comes into contact with his blood will become an immortal vampire.
At first I didn't understand what the rumors were about.
I found out later that my wife and daughter wanted to tie me up with chains.
These women all felt that such precious blood must be strictly guarded and no one else could get their hands on it.
That Christmas——
——I originally wanted to go to Nanhai City to visit Conan Doyle.
I want to contact Victor through this author, maybe they are pen pals.
Just two cold iron chains locked me in the attic.
I want to get away from my beloved wife, my lovely daughter, the most important treasure in my long life...
——They raise their holy nails and knives, either aiming at my heart or their own hearts.
I had to submit to this ritual of captivity and blood-taking, which lasted until the summer of 1888.
There was a murderer who kicked open my door.
——He killed two of my babies and burned them to ashes.
He rescued me and killed and burned all the others who drank the holy blood.
——He is Jack.
At that time, all the blood in my body was almost drained, and I was struggling on the edge of death.
My brain had already entered the door of death, and Jack brought me back to the human world.
He wrote a letter home for me, pretending to be my wife’s writing style to deceive me, fearing that I would commit suicide again——
——When I woke up, the dead cortex of my brain due to lack of oxygen and ischemia was resurrected again, and I lost all my memories. Only this letter from home stayed with me.
I was frantically looking for my wife and daughter who didn't exist in the letters.
Doctors said I was abnormal and had severe Alzheimer's disease.
Until I followed the Tower of London, listened to the advice of the wizard, and came to Sky Station.
I searched for a panacea, hoping that maybe it would cure what was ailing my brain.
that time--
——I only remember a few very, very important things, a few vague words.
There must be a [V] in my name, which is the shape of the myotome of Kunming fish.
There have been two [V]s in my life.
It is the forward letter of [V]ICTOR.
There are also the inverted letters of J[A]CK.
When I interact with people in the underground, I always praise them for being "so talented". I don't want my hot heart to cool down. I have to be always ready to laugh heartily when I reunite with my friends.
When I talked about past events with people and told them their names, I couldn't remember them, so I just took the vague "JOE" and mentioned them in one sentence.
When I heard people asking for help, I couldn't control my legs and had to take action immediately. I thought that my friends must be like me. If they break into the tiger's lair and the dragon's pond again and again, there will be a day when we meet again.
The story should have ended here.
This exhibition is also coming to an end.
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[Bright Stars·Bright Stars]
Jiang Xueming and Bu Liuxing reached the end of the train.
The tailgate of the train——
—Drawing of a black cat licking its paws.
It’s BOSS——
——It is proud and ruthless.
Its slender eyes are narrowed, as if it is preparing to come up with a surprising and evil idea. It is full of bad ideas, cute and brainless.
There is one last card on the car door.
Hanging on the door handle is a cloth bag from the lunch box from the Peking University cafeteria.
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One hundred and ten years ago, I told my boss that I wanted to return to my hometown to join the war. The invaders came to my hometown, but I didn’t expect that they would fight for decades.
These past few decades have been another story.
I lost a lot of memories and gained a lot of memories.
But I never forgot BOSS——
——It accepted me and talked to me about the stars in the underground world.
There are many things in the vast universe that are 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 the eternal cosmic explosion or the pulse energy of a supernova explosion, and turns into cosmic dust thousands of light years away.
The people I met and knew were once stars in the sky.
How lucky I am to meet you across millions of light years.
Everything that comes to mind!
Will I forget?
Dare I forget!
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Far, far away, giants knelt in the square.
Bright red bubbles emerged from the magma lake, floating for a second before breaking into fireworks.
The train sped forward and gradually entered the bridge approach of Jiujie Station. The steel track branch was like a giant tree, closing all the roads into one place.
There are ten thousand bright stars in the dark paint on the ceiling of the cavity.
Jiang Xueming returned the card to the showroom.
Sitting with Meteor at the small table at the back of the car, there were three chairs.
He lowered his head and looked carefully at the dents on the table and the rough word "morning".
The two stopped talking and raised their heads.
I saw the rapidly receding scenery, the strange rocks on the road and the flaming red flow.
They took off all the amulets——
——I want to use my ordinary body and mind to experience the mood that Wen Bucai felt when he raised his head and looked up at the stars.
The corundum iron ring swayed gently on the table, tightly attached to the golden lock that held longevity and longevity.
——They just sat there, motionless.
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Act1·[Halcyon Days]
Act2·[One Must Fall]
Act3·[Castles In The Air]
Act4·[Dragons]
Act5·[FireBorn]
Encore①·[Fantasy]
Encore②·[Unbreakable]
Part①[Out Of The Fog]
Part②[Stand My Ground]
Encore③/Part①[If The Story Is Over]
From Lingyun Band's album "NEMESIS"
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Encore①/Part①[Enigma]
Encore①Part②[Hunter]
From Lingyun Band's album "Enigma: Intermission 2"
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Act6·[SHINE IN THE DARK]
[Your blood is like my blood, your heart is like my heart]
From Lingyun Band's album "ETERNAL"
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Encore③·[Forever]
From Lingyun Band's album "Episode"
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Encore③/Part②[Coming Home]
From Lingyun Band's album "Visions"
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Original Author: Fox Man
[Abyss Special Train]
[Lingyun·Stratovarius]
[Everything in my mind]
[Will I forget? ]
[Dare I forget! ]
[To be continued·To Be Continued]
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