"Mr. Victor, I found you with great difficulty."
The young reporter from the Golden Country Sun Newspaper was sitting in the VIP special tea room of Balazon in the Magic City. She caught David Victor and prepared some fresh interview records to give her barren soul more inspiration. Keep this job.
Her name is Yunqing, elegant and quiet, Chinese.
She rested her hands on her thighs and sat facing David Victor. The paper and pen in her hands were her weapons, and the press pass and camera were her front.
"Mr. Victor?"
Teacher Victor remained motionless, his dark green pupils losing focus, as if he was still dismantling King Xin's story, sorting through the collection of plasma tablets in Mads's head, and picking out the appropriate material.
A long, long time passed, almost thirty seconds.
"Go ahead." Victor finally woke up and began to answer.
This perfunctory and slow attitude made Yun Qing very unhappy - she had never seen such an arrogant interview subject in her career.
"Mr. Victor, I want to remind you that the next conversation between you and me will be published in the newspaper. Every day, more than 400,000 residents of the underground world buy this newspaper. Do you know what this means?"
Victor said nonsense: "Does this mean that more than 400,000 residents of the underground world buy this newspaper?"
Yun Qing was shaking with anger: "This is very important!"
Victor: "So?"
Yun Qing: "So please be serious. When I ask you a question, you must answer it immediately, otherwise."
"Wait, please wait." Victor also took out his notepad and the pen given by the students: "Miss reporter, I apologize for my laziness. In the past two hours, there seems to have been something special. Inspiration was interfering with my thoughts - it was as if everything had happened, and I was repeating my previous actions over and over again, making me lose focus, lose focus, and find no way to concentrate."
"Mr. Victor," Yun Qing frowned: "Have you been sick recently? Did the duel with King Xin consume all your mental energy?"
"No, it's definitely not what you guessed." Victor also crossed his legs, resting the back of his hands on his thighs, and faced off with the young reporter, "Let's get straight to the point."
At this moment, Yun Qing felt an amazing momentum from this VIP.
It seems that when this guy is being interviewed, it is not a simple question and answer, but a duel debate between you and me.
Yun Qing: "Mr. Victor, many readers are very interested in your private life. It is rumored that you are gay."
Victor: "No, it's not."
Yun Qing: "Please don't interrupt me."
Victor: "I have to stop you before you make up any more nonsense."
Yun Qing: "But Mr. Victor, you often travel alone with the waiter on your back. This is not in compliance with the station's regulations. Maybe I can get other information? Do you hate women?"
Victor: "I respect women very much."
"David Victor was sarcastic when he was interviewing me. He didn't take me as a little person seriously at all." Yun Qing immediately began to write and draw: "He has two young and strong male students. A long-lost long-lost boyfriend traveled more than a thousand kilometers with the new salary king Mads Bruno, walking back to the golden land from the deep and dark Niflheim. Our bloodhound lady was not included in the whole story. It’s hard for me not to doubt any scene.”
At this moment, Victor pinched Yun Qing's pen.
"Please don't write that."
Yun Qing pursed her lips and smiled: "Why? The pen is mine."
Victor: "But the characters you write and the stories you write are mine."
Yun Qing: "Am I talking nonsense? What I wrote is wrong? Is it not the truth?"
"First of all -" Victor pointed to the many errors in the reporter's writing style: "—my two students are very young, but not young and strong. When I first met Jiang Xueming, his muscle mass and height were higher than those of ordinary people. Not much better, secondly, Wen Bucai and I are not close, I want to correct this, I love him."
Yun Qing covered her mouth: "Oh!"
Victor went on to say: "This kind of love goes beyond love. We have a life-saving grace for each other and build each other's personalities. In this regard, I have to remind you that the emotional shelf life of many gay men is very short. In this circle, Any relationship lasting more than a week is considered a [golden wedding] in a traditional marriage.”
"It seems that you and Wen Bucai have an unbreakable [diamond marriage]." Yun Qing tilted his mouth, unable to move the oil-based pen, so he turned on the recording pen.
Victor corrected me repeatedly and was meticulous.
"And Mads Bruno - I took him back to the Golden Land from Niflheim. What happened along the way made me very angry. I have to protect his safety and beware of this at all times. The guy launched a gorgeous backstab at me, and in the end had to take care of this frail, life-threatening dragster in an extreme environment. I carried him almost two-thirds of the way, and it wasn’t like you said it was a drag. We walked more than 400 kilometers out of more than a thousand kilometers, and then pushed the wheelchair for the rest of the journey."
Yun Qing squinted his eyes, showing no shame at all for talking nonsense that ignored the facts: "You are willing to do so many things for him and send him to the execution ground with your own hands. You two must have some stories, right?"
"How much is this news worth?" Victor asked.
Yun Qing: "No, no, it's not what you think."
Victor: "Let me ask you, how much is this news worth?"
Yun Qing: "No, Mr. Victor, no"
Victor handed the ownership of the pen back to Miss Yunqing and turned off the power of the recording pen.
He turned on the WALKMAN, inserted a blank tape, and started recording.
The dark red pyroxene immediately began to ignite golden red flames. It could be seen that he was very angry, but like cold well water, he never spoke again.
Yun Qing: "Our readers only want to hear the truth about things like [how much is this news worth] you just said. I'm afraid such recordings cannot be included in the news."
"Miss Reporter, you and I both rely on paper and pen to make a living." David Victor immediately said: "I believe that words and language have magic power. When every word is written, it is full of the author's spiritual power. I respect your profession and you as a person, but you have never meant to respect me. Just because when we first met, you complained to me and said that you didn't have much time, but I kept you waiting. Thirty seconds? Just because of these thirty seconds?"
Yun Qing became nervous, but denied it: "No, it's not like that."
"Your words are so powerful that 400,000 people will listen to your stories every day." Victor lowered his head, and his eyes immediately hid in the soft and curly blond hair, only revealing a sharp light: "What kind of magic is this?" Power"
Yun Qing: "Well, Mr. Victor, I have always thought that the popularity of your works has to do with the power of your soul, right? When it comes to using a pen to create miracles, a little guy like me doesn't count in front of you. Which onion?"
Victor: "Why do you say that?"
"When I was interviewing your readers, I was shocked more than once by their strange and excited reactions." Yun Qing felt a sense of inexplicable horror when talking about these things: "I still dare not read your book. When preparing for this interview, I didn’t even know where to start – just have some fun with your personal life.”
Victor: "No, it's exactly the opposite of what you guessed."
Yun Qing: "You didn't use the power of soul power? Your work"
Victor held his head high and raised his head high.
"My soul is very dangerous, so I have always treated it as an enemy - it is like a devil, telling me slanders all the time. If I give my work to it to write, I may gain more readers and gain more benefits. If I really regard it as a part of my artistic life, I cannot accept more wealth."
"Why?" Yun Qing didn't understand: "You can obviously suppress King Xin, and use this power to write a few stories, maybe"
"That's it." Victor pressed the shutdown button of the WALKMAN: "I'm afraid I can't give you the answer you want."
"No! No! No, no, no! Mr. Victor!" Yun Qing was anxious and stood up quickly: "Please don't stop the interview early. I have to go back and talk to my supervisor."
"Then let me ask you, Ms. Yunqing." Victor sat down again: "What do you think the meaning of this job is? Give you a salary? Or treat it as a lifelong career? Bring you happiness, and A tool to reach heaven? A perfect opportunity to change your destiny?"
Yun Qing thought about it and finally said tremblingly: "I like to do this."
Victor: "Why? Why do you like to do this?"
Yun Qing: "Because. Because I am very curious."
Victor: "Don't lie to me, no one can deceive me."
Yun Qing said fiercely: "I like to see big people making fools of themselves. Seeing them embarrassed is like a nest of crabs. There will always be outstanding crabs that want to climb out of the basket. At this time, I will clamp their legs - fiercely Clamp!"
Victor: "A very strong desire for self-destruction is a great material for writing. Are there any others?"
Yun Qing continued: "It would be best if I could exchange some money. If there are many people like me who are interested in these trivial tidbits, it would be like finding a like-minded person, and they would be very happy." "
"So I said, you can't find the answer here." Victor crossed his hands and leaned on his legs, finally sinking his body into the sofa, completely relaxed: "I am a crab you can't hold, maybe you can go to other VIPs Try your luck there, regarding my personal life, you, the bounty hunter, shouldn’t be able to find any weak points to attack.”
Yun Qing asked excitedly: "Where is Hunwei? You have spied on so many people's stories."
"Highway to hell?" Victor pinched his chin: "I don't want to rewrite other people's lives, even though it is so powerful. It can rewrite other people's thoughts, create a story out of thin air, and check their memories - but this power is very scary. , I am very tight-lipped about this aspect, and I want to completely rewrite the collected materials without leaving any traces, and eventually turn them into my story.”
Having said this, Victor closed the diary and stopped prying into Ms. Yunqing's heart.
"I have read your book completely just now. The word "voyeur" you used is not correct. I made a copy of your memory in broad daylight, like a robber. Before you could At any given time, the robbery was complete."
Yun Qing's eyes widened: "You"
"Don't worry." Victor made a silent gesture: "I will not tell anyone, including your dirty money and power transactions with your supervisor, your interviews and reports on other people, your frame-ups or legal proceedings, these I won’t tell you anything about it—but it’s interesting and should last forty-six pages.”
"You guy...you..." The little reporter stood up, packed up all his things, and left the venue in a hurry.
Until Victor pouted, all dissatisfaction and embarrassment were finally written on his face.
"What exactly is this special spiritual pressure of space-time disturbance?"
"There are Morpho butterflies fluttering their wings. I have said nonsense many, many times in a row."
"It's so irritating."
Xueming boarded the plane alone. In four hours, he would return to HK - to return the crucial Red Mountain Stone to the BOSS.
On the outskirts of the airport road, he did not meet Wood Plunk. Those few pages of letters from home lay quietly in the trash can, turned into shreds of paper, and were about to be sent to thermal power stations to be turned into electric heating energy for the cold island country.
Just as we sat down, Teacher Wood arrived belatedly. This guy scratched the back of his head, looking familiar.
"Bro, the aisle is my spot."
Jiang Xueming was about to sit inside.
Wood immediately said: "It doesn't matter. I won't go to the toilet. It will be settled at the airport. You can sit outside. It will be easier for you to go to the toilet later. I also want to see the night view of Iceland."
Jiang Xueming nodded, smiled politely, and made room for this fellow traveler.
Teacher Wood squeezed in, then stood in front of the window and looked out.
Jiang Xueming was curious: "Brother, you look very much like an uncle of mine."
Wood didn't look back: "Am I that old?"
Jiang Xueming: "It's just that the face shape is similar. He doesn't have the tattoo you have on his neck."
Wood: "You Chinese are all face-blind when looking at foreigners. I think you Chinese are all the same way - just like people looking at dogs. Except for the color and hair shape, you can recognize some obvious features, and you are mostly face-blind." .”
Jiang Xueming: "That's right."
Wood: "Little brother, where are you going?"
Jiang Xueming: "HK"
Wood: "I'm going to HK too. Are you from Jiujie Station?"
Jiang Xueming: "Yes."
Wood: "I am a train conductor. This is my work ID. We are destined to be together. If you encounter trouble, call my wife."
Jiang Xueming took the certificate in confusion: "Why do you need to call my sister-in-law?"
"Because my wife always feels that I am fooling around outside, and she feels uneasy." Wood said with a smile: "Just call her and explain the reason clearly."
Jiang Xueming: "Are you fooling around outside? You want me to call my sister-in-law and tell her directly? But am I not a man?"
Wood didn't speak, he just made a face and handed over the Coke in his bag as a greeting gift.
Jiang Xueming didn't ask too much. I'm afraid people in the underground world, especially VIPs, are all weird guys with extremely strong personalities. It's not unusual to have this inexplicable sense of ritual.
Within a few minutes, he finished drinking the Coke and felt that his bladder was going to explode, so he immediately went to the toilet.
The plane has started taxiing——
——Flavia just opened the business and asked the passengers to sit down obediently.
Xueming's face was extremely ugly. When Flavia saw the handsome boy rushing towards the toilet, she was about to stop him in the middle of the road, but she saw a steel arm gently fidgeting with him.
Almost instinctively driving the spirit body to drive away this obstacle, the stewardess with a sweet smile was immediately swept away by the powerful spirit body. When she came to her senses, Flavia could no longer find Jiang Xueming.
After being pushed by the spirit body, she felt her mouth was dry and her eyelids were twitching. She supported the passengers' seat pillows all the way back to the customer service room. She didn't even have time to attend the safety education class and sat down on the small table. In front of the board, he immediately began to fall asleep.
Sixty-three in the first class cabin was extremely excited——
——He could feel that Jiang Xueming's soul power had already taken effect, and the spiritual pressure contained a fragrant, sweet and strange smell. It was the scale powder sprinkled by the Morpho butterfly when it flapped its wings, which was as intoxicating as nectar.
"I'm going over, Dulan, to give me a warning."
Ms. Duran activated the ability of [Timeline], and the little white snake reluctantly bit Liusan's neck.
"Jiang Xueming is very anxious. He forgot to lock the door. You can just push open the toilet door and attack him, forcing him to activate his spirit body to release the power of his soul. But without the blessing of the red mountain stone, I am not sure that this is real. future."
Sixty-three walked forward quickly, already impatient.
"It doesn't matter. As long as he can't kill me or kill me in an instant, I can turn back time and do it again. This kind of life-and-death crisis scene has been experienced countless times in my life. I have 100% confidence. Make sure you escape intact—Dulan, are you finally accepting your fate now?"
Du Lan didn't say anything, and the only answer to Sixty-Three was his stubborn eyes.
Sixty-three snorted disdainfully: "It doesn't matter, we'll see you in 2006."
Ten seconds passed——
——Sixty-three pushed open the toilet door, and could still hear the sound of Xueming opening the gate to release water.
Immediately afterwards, the sixty-year-old gangster's eyes widened and he saw Xueming holding a Coke bottle and slowly pouring the liquid into the toilet.
On the wrapper of the Coke bottle, there is the eye-catching handwriting written by Wood Placker.
[Protect Hongshanshi, boy, there may be enemies on the plane. ]
Even if Wood Placker lost all his memory, he could still feel the spiritual pressure of Jiang Xueming's proud and ruthless Mingde. He used this most primitive and simple text message to write the final chapter of the story for Sixty-Three .
In a moment - the two spirit bodies collided violently!
[Regret Medicine]'s iron fist suddenly hit Jiang Xueming's head, and was immediately grabbed by a flawless iron arm!
From the side of Xueming's face suddenly poked out an iron-helmeted skull that shone with metallic luster——
——It is like a cat Iron Man, completely different from the original square metal spirit body. The streamlined armor is wrapped into the head of an Egyptian cat. The brilliant golden eyes that look like titanium nitride stare at the enemy. The two ears stood upright, as if they were constantly listening for the enemy's movements.
The split mouth under the protruding nose is slightly open, showing a warlike grin.
"I succeeded." Sixty-three lost his mind for a moment——
——It’s also a fatal moment!
I saw this iron cat stretching out its left arm and twisting its sharp four toes into a fist! White flames burst out from between the fingers!
"Bang——" sound!
Like a fully loaded slingshot, it shattered Liusan's soul power, penetrated the torso of [Regret Medicine], and hit Liusan directly in the face!
return to the past!
I want to go back in time and take another look!
Sixty-three thought like this, his confused eyes could only see the broken teeth and blood flying out. Before his consciousness was about to leave the body, he could still activate the power of his soul. He could go back to four hours ago, take a good rest, and take another look at Jiang Xueming's powerful spirit body!
Everything is recovering.
Everything went as he wished.
Seeing the broken tooth flying towards me, I want to put it back into my mouth——
——Sixty-three was surprised to find that in the stagnant time and space, this tooth was tightly grasped by Jiang Xueming's spirit body and could not return to his mouth!
What power is this? Why?
Why did the [regret medicine] fail to work on him?
Jiang Xueming's spirit body seems to be aware of the special features of [Regret Medicine], but it cannot resist the power of time and space reversal.
Its palms made a sharp and harsh friction sound, and finally burst out from the palms the flames of shattering spirit bodies, and the broken teeth suddenly drilled out, piercing Jiang Xueming's palms as well! Finally returned to Sixty-Three’s mouth.
"Hahahahaha! Hahahahaha! Sure enough! My [regret medicine] is invincible!"
Sixty-three escaped from the state of talking and leaking, and finally gained an unparalleled sense of peace of mind.
He could sense that everything was flying back——
——Jiang Xueming, that kid, has already stepped off the plane, and his physical body has quickly recovered.
As for the damage to the spirit body, it can be slowly repaired and restored within four hours.
He and Dulan exited the plane together and returned to the VIP lounge. He stepped back to the sofa step by step and began to take a nap. Finally, he exited the building and got into the jeep.
Until this time——
——Sixty-three finally became aware that something was not quite right.
Seeing the jeep returning all the way, the dead driver finally "resurrected" from the bite of "The Twilight Zone".
The driver started teasing Flavia again, glancing at the flight attendant's good figure with lustful eyes, making excessive jokes.
Wood Plunk on the roadside cursed the jeep a few times and said he must take revenge. Immediately afterwards, the captain got up from the ground and stepped on the can thrown by Ms. Duran.
When Duran heard the driver talking rudely to Flavia, she was so angry that she took the drink bottle back into her hand and vomited all the wine in her stomach.
"Something's wrong! This isn't right!"
Sixty-three began to panic, and the unparalleled strangeness made him feel uneasy.
[Regret Medicine] Can’t we only turn back four hours of time? !
Four hours are only four hours!
Obviously it can only be four hours!
The total length of the recording of Bai Lu’s last words was four hours!
But what's going on with this scene in front of me? !
"Hunwei! Obey me! Stop it! Stop it!"
wait--
——The endless waiting.
[Regret Medicine] No response to Sixty-three, it is like a loyal patron saint. Even if the chest has been shattered by Jiang Xueming's spirit body, it is still floating beside Sixty-three, trying to turn back time to the end of the universe and never stop. .
The flash of light in front of his eyes flashed away, and endless time was reversing crazily.
Sixty-three was panicked at first, and then became numb.
He thought so——
——I can’t remember how long I have lived. Maybe running back would be a good thing.
As long as you can remember the correct method, give birth to Bu Liuxing, create another Jiang Xueming, and find Dulan and Flavia, you can create this [successful case] again.
As for time [forward] or [backward], it has no meaning.
As long as the memory in his head still exists, there is no need to worry. No need to
Sixty-three’s brain froze——
——Because he saw a familiar person.
I don’t know how many years have been turned back and how many times have passed through.
He suddenly woke up from this fragrant dream and woke up in front of a plane mirror——
——The temperature remains at 31 degrees Celsius, the gate of the Agricultural University next to Pingyang County in Hengyin City is bustling with people, and a long queue forms outside the Wangyou Milk Tea Shop.
Sixty-three looked at the make-up mirror of the girl at the front desk next to the curved counter. In this mirror, his seventeen-year-old face was reflected.
He gently touched this face, but it felt so strange.
The front desk clerk shouted: "Brother Xueming! Get up! Boss Ye will be angry if he catches you slacking off!"
"Oh! Oh!" Sixty-three stood up suddenly. The sudden dizziness was so terrifying. This body was malnourished all year round, as if it would collapse if the wind blew.
There is still a red mark on his face, which was made when he pillowed his arm, like a slap in the face.
Ye Bei walked out of the warehouse and when he saw the little guy Xueming, he told the sister at the front desk.
"You are already a freshman and he is only seventeen years old. Why do you call him Brother Xueming? You just pretend to be young."
The girl at the front desk heard this and immediately stuck out her tongue and made faces with Boss Ye while passing milk tea and snacks to the guests outside.
"Boy, you've been here all day long." Ye Bei sat next to Sixty-Three and patted his shoulder: "They all look glum. I know what's going on in your family, but young people should be more energetic. You He hasn’t grown up yet”
Sixty-three hugged the teacup handed over by Ye Bei, not knowing what to say. Suddenly I remembered——
——[Regret Medicine] [FE33031] left on Jiang Xueming’s spirit arm.
besides
Ye Bei got up to greet the guests and said a few words to Liu Shisan.
"It's still early for you to become a sad-faced adult."
Immediately afterwards, Liu San touched the new mobile phone under the big teapot. This was his first day working in the milk tea shop. He had a new mobile phone and a new number. His adoptive parents could not find him. Only Bai Lu knew the number. .
Sixty Three followed the address book and called.
"White dew."
"Brother! I'm in class!~"
"Bai Lu, me."
"Is it important? Did dad find us? Did he run outside the county town to find us?"
"not me."
"No, no, no, if it hadn't been for this, I would have failed. Tomorrow is the mock test. The teacher has come to see me! Will you pick me up after class?"
"I will! I will. I will definitely do it. I."
The instructor's roar came from the other end of the phone.
"Jiang Bailu!————"
Sixty-three huddled on the marble table at the takeout delivery office. The scorching sun burned the stone table to a boil. He just hunched over, trying to hold his helmet and mobile phone in his arms. He choked and shed hot tears, repeating this over and over again. He said, repeatedly reminding himself to stay [normal] and maintain a natural mind.
"Keep your head up, keep your head up."
"Go forward."
Woodpluck pushed open the door to the airplane lavatory.
Jiang Xueming was in shock——
——He hugged Sixty-three’s body, but didn’t know what to do.
"Captain! Who is this guy? Why did he attack me?"
Wood said without hesitation: "Maybe it's Batman?"
"What nonsense are you talking about?" Jiang Xueming couldn't understand.
Wood lowered his head and carefully observed Sixty-Three's face.
"Why else would he be laughing all the time? He must have met an old enemy - did you feed him any nerve gas? It turned him into a laughing bat."
Jiang Xueming was puzzled: "I don't understand. This guy wanted to hit me as soon as he walked in the door! I fought back immediately, but he fell asleep after being punched by me?"
Woodpluck snapped his fingers.
"Take it back first."
(End of chapter)
