Foreword:
Pain is the catalyst of character. It makes the strong stronger, the weak weaker, the benevolent more benevolent, the violent more violent, the wise more intelligent, and the fool more foolish.
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[part2·Second round]
"I need energy..."
Under the influence of hallucinogens, Victor's legs were injured and left with sores.
In just half an hour, the sharp brain activity and strange five-sense experience almost exhausted her physical strength.
It feels like a worker who has just stayed up all night and comes out of the factory into the cold wind of midwinter or early spring. No matter how much clothes he wears, he will feel the cold air drilling into his bones.
Objects move without any logic, and sound and light stimulations follow from all directions.
These abnormal sights will hollow out people's minds, consume people's attention, and cause brain activity to become frequent and sensitive. Just like the mental quality verification session in the VIP tea room, it is an outrageous sound and light stimulation.
At this moment, Victor felt very hungry, very, very hungry.
For her, writing has never been a mental job, but a physical job.
"Hey! If you continue to use soul power attacks on me, I'm afraid I won't be able to write a single word."
She threatens Puxi, seemingly real and fake——
"——Don't you have experience writing stories yourself?"
Why doesn't Puxi understand this?
She is a loyal reader of Teacher Victor, and his excellent works inspire people's desire to create. The Puxi girl also often writes reading notes.
Ms. David is right——
——In this distorted environment, if Victor doesn’t eat and maintain his physical fitness, he simply won’t be able to support the physical strength required for creation.
The text needs to be condensed in writing style, invested with emotions, taking on the role of the characters in the story, and crying or laughing with them, even if it is hatred. I am afraid that the author is the one who clenched his teeth in hatred and burst into anger before the pen and paper.
All this thinking and all this inspiration require abundant physical support.
But do you really want to feed food to Victor?
What changes will happen when this Morpho butterfly regains its physical strength?
"My [Hell Neighbor] cannot use the precise operation of mind control on Victor. Although her soul power cannot leave the body and hurt people, her essence and her territory can't be affected by just this tape. There is no way to control the mind of this king explorer - this is Teacher Victor's spiritual essence, even if she is dying of hunger, she is still invincible and unconquerable."
Puxi muttered in a deep voice, needing to strengthen the impression repeatedly to write down these important information.
"What if her body is destroyed? That's not the result I want - I just want her to rewrite an ending, just an ending. If she can't even hold a pen, that's the worst thing. "
She looked suspicious and took a few steps outside, as if observing Teacher Victor's reaction.
Pu Xi understood that the woman lying on the bed at this moment was not a weak cat, she was a wounded lion, just pretending to be asleep.
Victor could clearly sense Puxi Petinan's spiritual pressure. If he was far away, something unexpected might happen.
Just take some food, add h16t to the food, and then seal her soul power - Pu Xi thought.
Two hours was the time limit she had agreed with Dulan.
If within two hours, Victor cannot give a satisfactory answer, cannot write a satisfactory story, and cannot show any sincerity in the draft - this king explorer must die here, and no one can be left alive. Can't bring any trouble to the patriarch.
Otherwise, the person who died would be her, Puxi Pei Dinan.
Just as Puxi ordered his men to prepare meals.
She thought carefully again, what if Victor finished writing the story? Follow her wishes, explain everything clearly, and wrap up all the suspense.
——What should we do at that time?
This great writer now came to the Brown Sugar Factory of the Little Brotherhood, where the monthly output value was around 4 million. According to the algorithm of hiring a murderer to kill someone, cutting off her Puxi head more than forty times would not be enough to compensate the ancestor.
At this time, Puxi expressed strong reluctance in his heart. Her nose felt sour and she shed tears for no apparent reason. Then she decided to pour psychedelic drugs into the complimentary drinks with the meal.
"No! No!" Victor shouted: "You can't drug me - Puxi!"
It seems that Puxi has a choice that can determine the life or death of Teacher Victor.
In fact, she didn't have any choice. After getting the magic medicine h16t, she could only choose to make one mistake and continue on this devilish path.
"Sorry, Victor..."
Teacher Victor said: "I feel a sad and bitter spiritual pressure. Let me guess, are you crying for me? You must kill me and never leave me alive. When you realize this, you This crocodile actually sheds tears?"
"There will be no more stories to read in the future." Pu Xi covered his face and cried, and told frankly: "There will always be a feeling of loss."
When the food was served on the long table beside the bed, Victor took the lead in picking up the knife and threatened with a firm look: "Then now we have come to a fair and equal competition! Puxi Pedinan!"
When I realized that tableware can also be used as weapons——
——The Puxi girl’s eyes were out of focus.
She wanted to protect the vital parts of her body, but after suddenly taking two steps away, she remembered her powerful blood-granting body.
It wasn't that her judgment was defective, but that the courage that burst out from Ms. David was simply too amazing.
That kind of demeanor is definitely not that of a weakling who is controlled by others, with his legs crippled and his soul power ineffective, but that of an aggressive and strong man who has the chance to win.
"You used my love for readers to attack me, fed me poison, and won the first round. I couldn't identify your true identity at all." Victor said confidently: " Because your love for your works, your passion for words, and your persistence in the story itself conquered me - these things cannot be faked at all, and there was no selfishness when you first met me."
The table knife spins around the fingertips, passing from thumb to little finger.
Then a severe wound was left on the femoral artery.
Blood spurted out and splashed onto Pu Xi's face, reflecting her shocked expression.
"This is the doomsday wake-up call I gave myself." Victor said: "I must complete this work before my blood runs out."
She and Puxi emphasized.
"The poison you gave me has a very strong sense of euphoria and calmness, which will kill my personality! For the work, it is like a walking dead that has lost its soul. Forgive me for not being able to do what you want. If these foods are in There are still hallucinogens, I can’t take them, and I can’t write a word.”
She brandished her knife and wrote her autograph on the long table.
"I, David Victor, am now a man with disabled legs and all five senses. Maybe in ten minutes, or at most half an hour, I will become a corpse. Puxi Pedinan, you have to think clearly, this This is your final chance to fight."
It was as if the air in the quiet room was burning, becoming hot, disturbing and exciting. Only Teacher Victor called loudly.
"Your soul power is very strong, like a drug." Victor continued: "Our brains are controlled by various neural activities and electrical signals. We are all slaves of the brain - and your soul power can turn people into Being a slave is a very terrifying existence. If I die in your hands, it will not be an injustice. I will still be happy. Fortunately, it is not someone else who meets you. Like my soul power, they are all mentally manipulative spirits. Those who are capable."
"Teacher Victor..." Puxi's enthusiasm for the story led her to win the first round. It was also her enthusiasm for the story that made her decide to compete with the knight in the second round.
She took away the water cup containing the h16t hallucinogen solution and heard Teacher Victor's praise.
"Are you in pain? That's right. Pain is a catalyst for character. It makes the strong stronger, the weak weaker, the benevolent more benevolent, the violent more violent, the wise more intelligent, and the fool more stupid. Authors without personality, write No shocking stories."
At that moment, the VIP almost penetrated the door of her heart——
——This pain comes from the Patriarch of the Little Brotherhood. From a silent and powerful being.
For Puxi, killing Victor was almost like cutting out his flesh and heart.
But the Patriarch would never allow this Morpho to leave District 48 alive.
Before she could savor the transformation brought about by this pain, Victor was already devouring the food, and then began to write.
That serious and focused attitude and look almost made it impossible for Pu Xi to look away.
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[part2·The meaning of shortcuts]
"Victor! I feel empty inside! Why!"
Pu Xi found it difficult to understand the brilliance that burst out from his soul.
"Why are you saying these things to me? Why are you...are you really rewriting a new ending for me?"
Until the end of the first storyboard——
——The paper was already filled with words, and he turned the pages and took a break. After about ten minutes, Victor raised his head and looked at the empty clothes rack. That was the place where Puxi Pei Dinan was, with the spiritual pressure. fluctuation.
"The theme of my contest with you is the ending of this story. If I can finish it, it means I won and you gained what you wanted. If I bleed to death before that, I lose."
"So what if you win?" Pu Xi didn't understand: "You're not like a cripple! You can only lie on the bed unable to move!"
"Judging from the rate of blood loss." Victor poked the wound on his thigh with a quill: "The hallucinogens remaining in the body will accompany the blood circulation and lose their effect earlier. I'm afraid I won't be able to be at peace with you at that time. I was so angry that I started chatting as a reader and author."
"What?!" Puxi was about to move forward and use Mrs. Bai's products or panacea to stop Victor.
But after she took a few steps, she stopped moving forward!
"Why? Why can't I move? Why?"
She wanted to lift her legs and continue walking to the bed, but she couldn't lift her calves. It was like the soles of her feet were welded to the ground! It's impossible to move at all!
But when I turned around and went in the opposite direction, everything was as usual.
"My [Hell Highway] has left a curse on you." Victor used his pen as a sword and pointed at Pu Xi's face, "Take a good look at your face."
Puxi ran to the bathroom in embarrassment, and was surprised to find in the mirror that the twisted blood on his face gradually revealed a line of golden handwriting.
Although the writing was very sloppy, it was like hurriedly waving a weak hand to write an extremely simple order.
[do not come]
That was David Victor's soul-power attack that he deliberately launched at the astonished Pu Xi when he brandished a knife to kill himself!
If the power of the soul cannot leave the body, then the blood spilled out will be like the ritual of the blood-granting monster activating its psychic energy, the same trick of tooth for tooth and eye for eye.
Pu Xi's mind was very confused, and she didn't understand this Morpho's weird sense of ritual.
To talk about a decisive victory in adversity written in blood, it is impossible to use such gentle words.
These three Chinese characters are like a mark of shame, like a badge of honor in a competition.
If it were replaced with [Commit yourself], it would look more natural and beautiful.
At this moment, what kind of medicine is David Victor selling in his gourd?
She doesn't understand, she doesn't understand!
The king explorer was immersed in writing and had no time to worry about the feelings of this little fan.
The idea in Victor's mind was simple. Puxi Petinan must not be killed. If this cadre of the little brotherhood died here, her students would be in an even more dangerous situation.
You must use other methods to find out everything. This is the correct way to solve the problem of "Hell's Highway".
After writing the second storyboard, Puxi stumbled back to the prison room and looked at Victor with a pale face.
"You don't have much time left, Teacher Victor... There is at least 1,700 milliliters of blood on the bed sheets. I'm afraid you will go into shock soon." The Puxi girl summoned the tape and prepared to force it into Victor's head. To confront the King Hunter's spiritual power head-on.
She has already thought about it, even if she has to fight hard, she will win this competition.
If Victor dies here, he will become a demon that she will never forget for the rest of her life.
Her [Hell Neighbor] is the soul power born from being obsessed with David Victor, a strong spiritual essence ripened by drug hallucinogens, and is an offensive mimetic spirit that takes shortcuts.
"Puxi, you came at the right time. I have been thinking about the meaning of death." David immediately said: "You taught me a lesson today. I don't know how many years have passed since the last time I was near death."
But every time Teacher David spoke, Puxi felt as if she had met her relatives and her gentle mother. She almost didn't remember her mother's appearance, and Victor now felt like a spring breeze.
"You don't let me get close to you! But you are going to die soon! Victor!"
The King Detective didn't care: "The unbelievable thing is that, under the threat of death, I almost finished writing this story at such a miraculous speed! Puxi! So I think death is a kind of shortcut!"
Puxi suddenly felt lost——
——She only knew that her father was hateful, perverted and twisted, a monster who liked to collect the corpses of little girls and dry them as collections.
Victor continued: "When a character dies, all the energy contained in it is presented in front of the reader, and the person's life becomes complete. It is a final word that is deafening! When the door to heaven opens! It forms a path. Shortcut, no matter whether this guy is a good guy or a bad guy, no matter how ugly the villain is, he will turn into a kind person when he is about to die."
Pu Xi then thought——
——Is there a possibility that if my mother had lived longer and not died so early, she would have become like my father, a blood-transferring freak and a demon in the world?
After a long time, Puxi felt relieved and laughed for no reason. Fortunately, his mother died early. As Teacher Victor said, death makes mother perfect.
"Sacrifice and death are shortcuts." Victor's consciousness model lake, his eyes have begun to have black vision: "I left the spoils of this competition in this manuscript, and my [Hell Highway] will also I will impose a soul power attack on you and accept the test!"
After saying this, Victor tied the manuscript paper tightly and threw it towards the hesitant Puxi.
Immediately afterwards, the Puxi girl opened the page of the book almost immediately. At that moment, she felt that her consciousness was turned upside down, and she was unable to extricate herself from the blurred illusion.
The story of Sam Walker and Margaret was just as she imagined, with a perfect ending written by David Victor, but it was not like she expected -
——Margaret was not resurrected and was still a pile of fragmented corpses.
Sam Walker will take the remains of his lover with him to another quiet and remote mountain village full of evil spirits, where he will lift the icy curtain to see the winter snow scene, and search for a panacea to cure his half-dead lover.
The story ends abruptly here——
——Followed by a series of messy characters.
Pu Xi instinctively wanted to close his eyes!
This is the soul power attack of [Hell Highway], a contract in the Devil's Contract. If you take one more look at it, you may be trapped in it and sign your name on the contract!
Just at this time, an immortal crow rushed into the room and suddenly opened the next page for the additional agreement of the letter!
Puxi could hardly resist such a strong spiritual tide. When she opened her eyes again, she had lost all consciousness. She pushed Victor in the wheelchair to the door of Room 520.
It was already half an hour later.
The red-skinned kid with a halo above his head took out the tape from the rich woman's head——
——The order [treat Duran and Flavia well] was put back into Puxi's mind.
Like a doll, she sat back on the sofa and then began to fall asleep.
Everyone did not dare to take a breath. Under the eyes of the king explorer, both students remained silent.
After a long time, Victor glanced outside and talked to Xueming.
"Carry me downstairs. There is no surveillance here."
Xueming glanced at the teacher's leg, which was still broken.
"Don't you need any treatment?"
Victor shook his head.
"You must have rang the Bloodhound bell, haven't you?"
Xueming: "Yes..."
Victor: "That's okay - I feel more at ease going out in a wheelchair. It saves a ceremony."
Little Star: "Hahahahaha!"
Before Little Xingxing could finish laughing, Teacher Victor immediately glared at the uneasy student.
Little Xingxingdi cooed: "If you don't laugh, just...don't laugh...why are you being mean to me..."
"Give me back the bell." Victor ordered, taking back his summoning bell from Xueming's hand.
She opened the doctor's bag again, handed the bell belonging to 9527 to Xueming, and finally pointed at Puxi Pei Dinan.
"She will wake up in fifteen minutes, and she will concentrate on cooperating with you in your actions, but be careful, her tape is very powerful, there is no guarantee that there will be any new variables - I can't abandon it on the territory of the Little Brotherhood. It’s up to you to show your face.”
At the same time, the crow that had knocked open the page flew back to Victor's shoulder——
——The feathers on its body are decorated with golden characters, and there are a few shredded meats in its mouth. It is the meal that Victor and Pu Xi asked for.
She used the food to attract the crow, and used the power of [Hell's Highway] to manipulate the mind for her own use.
"The cafeteria is open for dinner. There are few people now. Send me downstairs. I will push the wheelchair to the station by myself."
Without saying a word, Xueming and Victor's men carried the wheelchair down to the fifth floor and jumped directly out of the courtyard wall.
Before leaving, Victor handed another tape to Xueming, along with a letter.
"This is the tape that Puxi Pei Dinan put into my head. It can confuse people's five senses - it may not be useful. As for the other letter, open it when you go to get Yinhe and Jingguang. Don't let the enemy find it."
After saying this, Teacher Victor ejected and rode away from the wheelchair.
"Farewell! My student!"
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Little Xingxing was lying by the window, watching the dusty wheelchair soar far away.
She just said: "Teacher, who are you hiding from when you run so fast?"
Xueming analyzed it rationally: "She traveled far alone and was seriously injured. Her legs were broken and she almost died - if it were me, Xiao Qi would be so angry that she would go crazy."
Little Xingxing finally woke up: "Oh!"
Then Little Xingxing asked again, but still couldn't figure it out.
"Glory! Where is your summoning bell hidden? Is it really what I think?"
"It's very simple. Eat it first." Halfway through Xueming's words, Puxi shook his head and finally woke up. "The human body cannot digest heavy metals. Just induce vomiting and vomit them out."
