Abyss Train

Chapter 801 The traitor will never die

[Part①·Slutty bitch]

David Victor asked:

"——How long has it been since you woke up? Were you spying on me?"

Jack denied it flatly: "No! I didn't mean to spy on you! I just woke up openly, as if I had woken up from a nightmare. I didn't see anything, I didn't hear anything!"

"Really? Is this really the case?" David Victor turned the chair, and like a magic trick, his body did not move on the chair, but the chair slid in front of Jack Martin.

The writer frowned, shook the creative tools in his hands, clamped two pens between the fingers of his right hand, and covered his heart with one hand, as if he was swearing.

"It's embarrassing to say this, but I think writing is a very personal thing. It's common for the first and second drafts to be rejected, and it's also common for the revised manuscripts to be renamed and embezzled by the publisher. It's even more reasonable for these hard-earned works to be given to the editor to clean up their messes."

"Every time this happens, I feel an indescribable sense of guilt and shame from the bottom of my heart. So the green, unmodified manuscript is like a writer's butt. Would you casually show your butt to others?"

Jack pursed his lips, opened his eyes wide, and shook his head cautiously like a kindergarten kid facing a teacher's question.

David Victor's face changed from cloudy to sunny, and he clapped his hands lightly, as if clapping -

——The manuscript paper on the desk closed automatically without any wind, and like an obedient puppy, it was stuffed into the envelope consciously.

"Not bad! Not bad, not bad, not bad! Jack! You are very good!"

Little Jack was confused by the sudden praise. He pleaded with David: "David...Mr. David, although it may be a little abrupt, I still want to ask!"

David: “Please.”

Jack: "Could it be that... Mr. David possesses soul power?"

David remained calm and said, "Yes, if in your memory, this extraordinary talent is called soul power - I do have this superpower."

Beads of sweat oozed out of Jack's cheeks, and he couldn't help but hug his hands, trying to protect the Yajin arrow in his arms.

"You...you are? Could it be that Mr. David is also a member of the Perfume Bottle Gang? Is he in the same group as those bandits?"

When faced with this kind of questioning, David answered immediately without hesitation, without any euphemisms, and in a straightforward and frank manner.

"No - in fact, before I met you, I didn't know what this superpower was. It was like a ghost attached to me. Only a few people from the Perfume Bottle Gang could see it, but I was not interested in it, and I had no connection with these bandits."

"A week ago, when I arrived at Sloth Town to collect materials, I was fishing in the shallows to get closer to life. I accidentally got a flying fish hook and cut my finger. My hand was bleeding and the wound was difficult to heal."

"I was very angry, but I was also intoxicated by the sudden pain experience. It taught me a lot - this is what it feels like to have your finger cut by a fish hook! It feels like a red-hot iron burning the ball of your thumb."

"The owner of the fishhook apologized to me, compensated the doctor's registration fee, and gave me some bait. When I heard that I was collecting writing materials about Indians and yellow people recently, this man generously reminded me..."

Jack Martin asked, "Cue what? This man?"

"Yes, he looked about six feet tall, with brown curly hair and fingers as thick as German white sausages. He seemed to be an Eastern European." David continued to explain his experience: "He told me that if we want to obtain documentary materials about these two races, we must understand their living habits. They are both good at fighting and proficient in archery. As he said this, he made a bow with fishing gear and pointed a golden arrow at my head."

At this point, Mr. David's face became fanatical and excited.

“At this moment, I felt like I was speeding on a scorching road, and ahead was the gate of death that would lead to the trial of purgatory—life and death were so close at that moment.”

Jack took out the handkerchief he had picked up from his clothes - it was Sullivan's relic.

He bit the handkerchief, like a curious baby immersed in the play.

"And then? And then!"

Mr David continued: "Then I lost consciousness until I woke up with a note next to me - it was obvious that this note was an apology letter from the man. In the letter, he expressed his deep apologies and shame for the wound left by the fish hook. As compensation, he left more money and a small gift."

Jack: “Could it be that…”

"Yes, this gift is the [Highway to Hell] in my body." Mr. David showed his soul power to Jack.

Unfortunately, Jack is just an ordinary person and can't see anything.

Half an hour passed.

David observed Jack's pupils and was sure that the other person's eyes could not accurately focus on [Hell's Highway].

David showed a regretful expression: "It's a pity that you can't see it."

Little Jack asked again: "Mr. David! Did you use your super powers on me?"

"That's right, Jack Martin." David admitted without hesitation: "I can turn you into a readable book through the Hell Highway, and modify any word in it without authorization. I understand your life in this way to portray a real and moving you - my articles will become flesh and blood because of you, and every line in it will be deafening and shocking. Every progression of emotions is like a huge wave hitting the reef on the west coast, shattering people into pieces and turning them into beautiful water mist that only knows how to turn pages. In the vitality of the book, under the sun, a gorgeous rainbow is shining."

Jack began to be timid and became cautious under Mr. David's fanatical gaze.

He questioned David: "No... It's not like that... Mr. David! How can you pry into my heart so recklessly!?"

"No, it's just like you peeked at my manuscript openly." David Victor's tone became colder and colder: "Secrets are something everyone wants to know. Even if we have never met the person, we can guess the person's inner thoughts through their appearance, dress, movements and expressions."

"Rather than 'peeping', I'd rather say that I've opened your book and am openly reading every page of it! Aren't you curious? Aren't you curious about my next chapter or the next page I'm writing?"

"I'm not trying to justify what I did—"

"——On the contrary, my heart is filled with a crazy hunger, like the primitive desire of a carnivore or a meat eater. Even if this thing does not belong to me, as long as I get it! Whether it is stolen or robbed, using the carrier of words and the medium of thought to transmit or copy a copy is the most convenient, direct, and gentle way."

  [Part②·Knight Tournament]

Jack Martin felt an inexplicable fear in his heart, and he suddenly realized that David Victor's paranoia was beyond his imagination. This guy might have gone crazy!

His eyes unconsciously glanced at the desk.

Under the paperweight, there are many reference materials for writing, mostly magnesium powder photos and paintings, as well as specimens of various insects. Above the paperweight, there is a pile of neatly arranged drafts wrapped in red envelopes, and the white wax clay box of the letter lies beside it, unsealed.

  [He’s right! I really want to know…]

Little Jack's eyes widened, as if the objects on the table had some kind of magic!

[I really want to know what the sequel to Mr. David’s new work will be in the newspaper ten days later.]

[If I could read the unedited draft in advance... I could compare all these materials and references one by one! I could perfectly restore Mr. David's mood and intention when he was writing furiously!]

Jack's hand automatically reached toward the other end of the desk.

  [In the previous chapter, the heroine Louise had clearly saved the prince of the enemy country, but in the most crucial scene of the man and woman camping alone, she left a copper needle smeared with tricyclic snake venom in her bra... The story ended abruptly when the prince secretly opened the tent and touched the heroine's bra! ]

[I really want to know the next story——]

[——What will happen!]

[My heart is like a dehydrated fish, every cell in my body is longing for the clear spring water of [New Chapter].]

"Want to make a bet, Jack? This is a knightly duel between you and me—" Mr. David tightly grasped little Jack's hand, his eyes revealing an inexplicable ambiguity: "—The coffee I use to treat you is really unpalatable.

In my hometown, at the foot of the Alps, coffee made with scalding but not boiling hot milk, filtered through three layers of filters to remove the coffee grounds, and then used as an ashtray for cigarettes, is considered a qualified cup of refreshing soup. "

Jack didn't dare to look Mr. David in the eye.

Mr. David continued.

"I bet you it would take about ten minutes to remake the coffee and roast the tobacco for you."

"During this time, if you can suppress your curiosity, not look through my drafts, and not suddenly pull down my pants, I will agree with you and will never use the [Highway to Hell] to open other people's hearts. What do you think of this proposal, this bet?"

"Okay!" Jack agreed without hesitation.

Just as Mr. David walked out of the room and headed towards the kitchen of the hotel suite.

Jack sat down at the desk immediately!

He thought secretly in his mind and grinned playfully.

  [What does the secret of other people's hearts have to do with my little Jack?]

[Mr. David didn't even get my consent when he was looking through my secrets!]

[If you bet me ten minutes, I only need to watch nine minutes! I still can’t be considered a loser!]

[As long as you don’t get caught, it’s not considered peeking!]

[I'm sorry, Mr. David, I opened your manuscript without your permission! But isn't the purpose of writing a book to be read?]

[If you can't read it, why write it?]

[I have already apologized in my heart...so, God who knows this will definitely forgive me! Right?]

[Just a quick look, I promise, only the first page—No! No no no! I will only read the introduction on the title page, just like reading the cover of a comic book magazine!]

[Jack! You need to calm down! You can only see so much!]

[But my heart can't stand the itching! ]

Thinking of this, Little Jack took the manuscript out of the envelope.

The manuscript exudes the fresh grassy smell of pulp paper.

When Jack saw the big headline on the first page.

When I saw the large font of [Chapter·①], it was like a deity wiping the golden body of a statue and gently turning to the next page.

suddenly--

——A surge of hot current gushed out from the paper!

"What is this feeling!——"

At that moment, Jack's eyes widened, his hair stood on end, a slight electric current ran through his skin, and a strange tingling sensation ran through his body.

"——Compared with the previous drafts, the lines and descriptions of the original manuscript are more bizarre, but the tension of the plot and the stage background have also become broader!"

  Pages of manuscript paper were turning backwards like flying!

Little Jack was immersed in the tense and exciting story. For a moment, he seemed to see his own shadow in a minor character in the story!

"This book is alive! No drag! No logic or reason! Like a running carriage! The bones of the story are built around the protagonist, with flesh and blood provided by the vivid supporting characters, and hair, makeup, costumes and scenery composed of the setting!"

When little Jack came to his senses, the manuscript in his hand had already turned to the last page, and he roared angrily.

"It! It's alive! It's alive! But why! Why is it gone! Why is it over? Why can Mr. David only write four articles a month? How long do I, a poor creature, have to wait! Before I can finish reading it like a mountain torrent!"

The sweat on his body had soaked his back. Little Jack breathed deeply and swallowed the excess saliva in his mouth, feeling regretful as if he saw a sumptuous meal but couldn't wolf it down directly.

After coming to his senses, he carefully stuffed the manuscript back into the envelope, trying his best to keep it looking the same as before.

Just then, Mr. David knocked on the door politely with a tray in hand.

Little Jack responded immediately: "David Victor! Please come in! I did it! Follow your request and abide by your bet! I have done it!"

David pushed the door open and placed the steaming cup of coffee on the table in front of Jack. He had changed his clothes, changing from his urine-stained pajamas into a small dress and tight leather pants, bright red and green pointed cloth boots, a yellow scarf and silver hair accessories, a bracelet in the shape of a golden cat connected end to end on his wrist, and a buckle made of seventeen pieces of red chalcedony on his waist.

David asked, “Really?”

Little Jack: "That's right! I promise not to look at your manuscript within ten minutes, Mr. David! Just like a farm girl who milks cows every day, sitting on a haystack and basking in the sun, I will never be tempted by the handsome sheriff who passes by. I will endure these ten minutes of secret love in a docile and calm manner - I did it!"

Mr. David replied with a smile: "Very good! You are very good! You are very good!"

But the great writer's expression became lost again.

"What a pity...what a pity, what a pity it is!"

Jack also had a question in his mind: "Why is it a pity?"

David pointed to the manuscript: "Because...it's no longer useful."

Jack: “No use?”

David explained: "If even the original manuscript cannot attract a fanatical and loyal reader like you, it is too much of a failure... I am also a failed author. The trauma and frustration in my heart make me lose my spirit -"

"I'm very disappointed with my work, Jack. After drinking this cup of coffee, you should go back to your room and go to bed."

"I will keep my promise and take this oath as my life creed. I will never abuse my soul power and open other people's hearts at will again."

"No, no, no! No, no, no, no..." Jack wanted to change his words, but he didn't know how.

  [Want to admit it?]

[Do you want to admit defeat?]

[Should I tell Mr. David the truth?]

[Am I a bastard who dares to do things but not take responsibility?]

[This is really embarrassing for me! David?!]

[Why leave this difficult problem to me? Why?]

[I just like reading! I like stories about knights-errant, that’s all!]

"What are you hesitating about, Jack?"

David leaned forward and whispered in Jack's ear.

"Could it be that... you watched it secretly but didn't dare to admit it?"

  [Real name: David Victor]

[Origin:? ? ? ]

[Soul Power: Highway To Hell]

[Destructive power:? ? ? ]

[speed:? ? ? ]

[Range: ? ? ? ]

[Sustainability: ? ? ? ]

[Precision:? ? ? ]

[Growth:? ? ? ]

[Special ability: ? ? ? ]

(End of this chapter)