Abyss Train

Chapter 799: The Confused and Romantic Young Master

  [Part ①·Self-persuasion]

Say goodbye to your loved ones, say goodbye to your property, and say the most affectionate farewell to everything that was familiar in the past.

Jack Martin is about to embark on a rough and arduous road.

"Mr. Vincent, when the sun rises again, everyone in this town will see the walls of my house."

Little Jack pointed at the ruins in the restaurant. Late at night, he sent his uncle, aunt and sister Anna onto a carriage, which was pulled by four fast horses to the East Coast. Then they boarded a sightseeing boat and returned to their hometown in England across the Atlantic Ocean.

"The bandits from the Perfume Bottle Gang will definitely know this news. If they can find me, they will never let me go."

Vincent was cleaning up Sullivan's remains. He built a bonfire late at night, using the ogre's flesh as firewood, and put a piece of fresh beef leg on it, topped it with lettuce, and chewed and swallowed it into his stomach.

The broken and fractured human bones were very wet and crackled in the firewood.

From what little Jack heard and saw, Mr. Vincent's expression at this moment was almost the same as that of the cannibalistic demon Sullivan, and the crisp sound of his teeth biting was creepy.

Suppressing his fear, Little Jack continued, "Mr. Vincent, I am a legal police officer in the state of Arizona, United States of America, and I have decided to help you."

Vincent: “Why?”

Little Jack: "Because I owe you my life."

Vincent: "No, Jack. I can't defeat this powerful enemy without your help."

Little Jack: “But…”

Vincent: "Besides, my motive for killing Sullivan Okopela is none of your business."

Little Jack was confused and terrified: "It has nothing to do with it... It has nothing to do with it?!"

Vincent: "Yes, it's totally unrelated. I killed Sullivan Okopela for revenge, to kill the cannibal in your eyes, to kill the [Wendigo] in your mind."

Little Jack chewed on the word: "Revenge..."

Vincent: "Unlike the justice in your heart, you still believe in the law, believe in the goodness and beauty of mutual help between people, and even for a moment, you believe that Sullivan Okopela will be sanctioned by the federal government, he will be sanctioned by God - right?"

Little Jack: "Indeed...I did think so."

Vincent explained tirelessly:

"——It's a pity, Jack, that I never had that thought. I have no special favor for you, a white man, except to pay off my debt to you."

"--Likes and dislikes or prejudices?"

"—friendship or affection?"

"——In fact, it's like I'm heading to an important place, and revenge is my signpost."

"You helped me, like a vehicle on the road, like a good and obedient horse."

"I won't be grateful to you as a tool. So, you don't have to have any expectations or ties to me."

When he heard these words, Little Jack stamped his legs in anger.

He first ran to the garden and ruthlessly attacked the flowers and plants that he took good care of, then took off his pants and urinated.

  It was like he did something that he would never dare to do in the past. These daring behaviors would normally cause little Jack to be severely beaten by his uncle and aunt!

"Vincent!" Little Jack was still so gentle and polite that he didn't even use any curse words to curse people: "You are so heartless! You are so cruel and indifferent! You are such an idiot! You are going to kill me! Why didn't you tell me earlier? If you had told me earlier, I would have gone back to England with my uncle and aunt!"

Vincent swallowed the last of his meat and glanced at the young man out of the corner of his eye.

"It's not too late for you to leave now."

His eyes were like two deep, dull obsidians that could not reflect any light even under the flames, and his look was frighteningly cold.

The night is getting darker.

A postman's carriage delivering mail came running down the official road.

Vincent took down the big hat from the coat rack - it was the beautiful high-brimmed hat with parrot feathers that Sullivan had used when he was alive.

He took the perfume bottle shotgun and changed into a new pair of shoes. Then he lightly jumped out and grabbed the rear chassis of the carriage with his soul power, leaving only a casual farewell sentence.

"gone!"

"--You!" Jack Martin watched Vincent sneakily climb onto the carriage shed of the postman's carriage, and finally gave up the idea of ​​sounding the alarm.

Because he almost forgot that he was the sheriff. The alarm could not help him, and no one dared to help him.

He wanted to say something, but couldn't.

He really wanted to say it.

"You must come back alive, Oriental."

But when the words came to my lips, they turned into a confusion that could not be described in thousands of words.

  Where am I going?

East or West?

East Coast or West Coast?

Take the boat back home? Surrounded by servants, inherit your father's lordship, step on a soft deerskin rug every day to get out of bed, play polo, try not to become a round-bodied diabetic, completely suppress the curiosity that's itching like crazy in your brain, and live a stable life?

  Or like Vincent?

Can I embark on this journey?

Even if I end up outside the floating dock in San Francisco.

  Even if Mr. Vincent would scatter my ashes into the sea and send them to his hometown! ?

That idiot! He didn't have a gun! He didn't have any bullets! He didn't have a penny!

I am a well-known rich man in the area! I became the sheriff by buying my position! He is definitely no match for me in terms of escaping! He doesn't have my experience to guide him on how to escape!

Hehe! He must want to chase me away! To scare me! That’s why he said such nonsense! He is so gentle! Vincent!

  He! A kind friend!

A Chinese man, a wild monkey in Arizona who can't even read a map! 】

  If you think so! He can't live without me!

He grinned and laughed out loud -

——Then we were on the road again.

Carrying a new gun and bullets, he refilled his two deerskin water bags, blew a whistle, called the last newly grown foal in the stable, and put on a shiny little leather saddle.

Then he looked again and again at the [arrow] on the floor in the dining room.

"Is this the [arrow] Vincent was talking about?"

"Has he forgotten even something so important?"

"No! If that's the case, I have to follow him and hand over this terrible and respectable artifact to him! He doesn't seem to be very smart! This won't do!"

"If this stuff falls into the hands of the bad guys, there will be countless new perfume bottle gangs in the West!"

"wait for me!"

"Vincent! I'm coming right up!"

He squeezed the horse's belly and galloped towards Sloth Town.

On one side of the valley, there are multiple entrances to Sloth Town, which is nestled among the mountains and surrounded by water.

In addition to building bridges and roads here, the Perfume Bottle Gang also makes other livings.

Including the Mormon Fire Festival, the Wild Animal Museum and the Grand Theater. As the largest human trafficking center in Arizona, the hotels and casinos here are luxuriously decorated and have a booming business. It is one of the best tourist destinations in the entire West. At the entrance to the northwest side of the town, there is a lively and prosperous commercial street. Unlike the heavily guarded quarry on the southeast side, the commercial street is a treasury for various gentry and local tycoons to spend money, and it is also a tourist spot for artists to cultivate their sentiments.

  When Little Jack rode his horse to Sloth Town, the young man just said:

[We need to lend a helping hand to Vincent and return the favor of saving his life.]

When he saw the mining lamp with a brightness of about 800 lumens on the high platform of the tower, the cigarette butts emitting scarlet light in the night, and the guns in the hands of the patrolmen.

He retreated, he was afraid, and he was defeated by fear once again.

This was not something he could control. It was like a devil's claw reaching out from hell, crushing his courage.

Jack said to himself:

"——Let's go to the northwest entrance to see the scenery first, and then find a way to find Vincent."

"I have no way to deal with so many people! If they knew that I helped Vincent kill Sullivan."

"I'm going to turn into a pile of rotten meat and die!"

He was very decisive. He pulled the reins and turned around to go back to the land of gentleness.

Little Jack has a simple brain. Together with Wen Bucai, he cannot even add up to 150 intelligence points, no matter if it's JoeRank or JoeStar - this trait of a mentally retarded and reckless man seems to be inherited.

When Jack saw the brightly lit commercial street, he suddenly felt dazzled - the air was filled with the smell of Ma Gu tobacco, and the smell of barbecued meat and various sausages and cooked food drifted into his nostrils, almost bewitching him.

Under the scolding of the patrolling guard, he quickly slapped his face and pretended to be sober.

He got off his horse and did a thorough security check, emptying all the bullets from his gun before he could pass.

The foal asked the security personnel to lead him to the stable. Little Jack stretched his neck to look at the other end of the stable and saw the awkward look of his own horse when it squeezed into the water trough - look at it, surrounded by the red-haired, tall and big-legged horses that were among the best in the Colorado wilderness. It was a little at a loss, like a poor boy with a dirty face who suddenly fell into the arms of a group of hot girls with big breasts and thin waists.

——The same is true for Jack. He repeatedly refused the invitations of the hostesses with a smile, holding the more than 40 gold coins in his bag, which was all his belongings, and the hard currency he brought from his hometown in Edinburgh.

He thought that he must not be tempted by these things as he had more important things to accomplish.

It was three o'clock in the morning, and Little Jack still hadn't found any trace of Mr. Vincent.

Whether it was the riots caused by the gunfight or the news of Sullivan's death.

There is nothing. What should have come still didn't come.

……

……

  [Part②: Ungratefulness]

Jack was drowsy. Driven by his tired and sleepy body, he finally pushed open the door of the hotel and decided to take a nap first and think about how to find Vincent when he woke up.

He had suffered a lot of injustice along the way, and suddenly he started to get angry.

Yes, that's what Jack thought.

  [I am really wronged!]

[There are so many delicious, fun, and thrilling three-gun games!]

[Win bounties by playing the iron plate, bet on drinks by throwing dice, and if you hit twenty-one in the blackjack game, you can also win a kiss!]

[Eating Italian salami with a girl!]

[Why would I come to a place like this for a Chinese person? I'm so scared!]

[Vincent! It's all your fault! My heart is no longer pure!]

The more Jack thought about it, the more aggrieved he felt. He secretly glanced at the colorful world outside the crack in the door, and then looked at the receptionist.

  [Look at this beautiful lady! I suddenly feel that the perfume bottle gang is not so hateful!]

[Her skin looks like it was soaked in milk! Just like my sister... Anna...]

[Same as Anna?]

Wait a moment.

Little Jack then realized it.

  This commercial street has so many fresh cooked foods and so many fit and sexy girls!

Maybe it was Sullivan's [Thyme] that was causing the problem. This soul power could help people maintain a healthy figure and have a strong body - but now, Sullivan was dead.

Before long, this prosperous scene will no longer exist. The high-calorie, high-sugar, sleepless life will destroy the skin that these girls rely on for survival.

Jack's already limited brain capacity was made worse by staying up late.

  [——Vincent is such a cruel man... How could he have the heart to destroy such a beautiful thing!]

[Even if it's an ogre! Just give him a good beating! Everyone should have a chance to repent! Isn't it?]

At this moment, Jack forgot the life-and-death crisis a few hours ago, he forgot his ideals and his identity as sheriff.

"Sir? Sir? Are you planning to stay overnight?" the receptionist asked politely, "How can I help you? What do you need?"

  Jack came to his senses immediately. Like a young boy who tasted the forbidden fruit for the first time, he raised the purse in his hand and revealed all the gold inside!

"I'd like a room……"

The receptionist's eyes widened when she saw Zhen Jin. Her originally polite look now became as ferocious as a wolf.

"It's a room?! Only one?"

Little Jack: “Yes.”

Receptionist: "You want a private room? Are you alone?"

Little Jack: "I think so... I look like a bachelor..."

Receptionist: "What size bed do you want? How much are you willing to pay?"

Little Jack: "Single bed..."

The receptionist said: "Don't you need a bigger, more comfortable room? Don't you need a bigger bed? In Sloth Town, you must stay in a room on the sixth floor or above to see the sunrise over the valley! If you come to Sloth Town and don't watch the sunrise, it's like you haven't been there!"

Little Jack: "Well... OK, according to what you said, how much should I pay you?"

The receptionist bent her body deliberately to make the buttons on her collar look less "proper", and she held on to the counter to fiddle with the housing contract, with her plump buttocks raised.

Little Jack's eyes also glanced down following the spring light.

The receptionist played with the hair by her ear, licked her lips, let her tongue soak her fingers, and flipped open the account book, with a frivolous look between her brows as if she was teasing a child.

"You look like a bookworm. Do you like reading? I can arrange a room for you on the sixth floor near the stairs. A great writer lives next door. You must have heard of his famous name - David Victor."

Little Jack was still intoxicated by the graceful figure of the receptionist and blinded by her beauty. When he heard the writer's name, he suddenly shuddered all over.

"David Victor?"

The receptionist was shocked by Jack's startled expression and felt a little caught off guard: "Yes... Do you need me? Need my body? You can add one more gold coin..."

Little Jack: "How much is the room?"

The receptionist said timidly: "Two gold coins..."

According to the price of gold and the net weight of the coins in Jack's hand, this price is considered a huge rip-off in Arizona - but little Jack is impatient: "Here! My name is Jack Martin, register me now!"

The receptionist was frightened by Jack's hungry appearance, but she still refused to give in and wanted to sell her body: "I say, if you need me... half a gold coin is fine... I have a gold saw here."

Little Jack became irritable and restless, with a feeling of rage growing inside him.

"Hurry up and give me the key, bitch! Don't dawdle!"

The receptionist begged, "Just 25 cents... No, 20 cents is not okay? As long as you pay me 20 cents, I will lock the door and stay with you tonight..."

Little Jack finally couldn't bear it anymore, and this gentlemanly man started cursing.

"Hey! Shameless sow! Don't you even understand English?! I'm going to see David Victor right now! Now my heart is filled with the surging literary soul! How dare you insult me? Are you insulting me?!"

--five minutes later.

Jack Martin had completely forgotten his appointment with Mr. Vincent.

In other words, the determination he made secretly was worthless before this door.

Menli was his idol in his youth, an Austrian who escaped from prison with his stories.

"David Victor."