Abyss Train

Chapter 802 Attraction

  [Part ①: Be honest with each other]

David: “Are you lying to me?”

Jack responded in panic: "I didn't..."

David whispered, "I have nothing to hide from you. When I made my request to the receptionist, I was open and humble. When she disagreed, I did not mean to be aggressive. Instead, I used [Highway to Hell] to open her book. To be honest, I was very disappointed when she rejected me. The prostitute who could be done for money refused to share her private secrets with me. I just wanted to experience it, to experience someone else's life."

"Thanks to my soul power, I was able to empathize with her without her realizing it."

"I think you are the same. When you read my works, you can also see me tearing open my chest and opening my heart to you, revealing my living heart."

"But just now, Jack Martin, you betrayed my [heart]!"

Little Jack held Sullivan's silk tightly and looked around.

"No...no...no!"

Under the warm orange light, Mr. David remained silent.

Little Jack explained, trying to excuse himself: "I only read the title page and the title... Yes, that's all I read! I promise! Just reading the title doesn't count, right!"

David Victor suddenly realized: "Oh! Did you just read the title?"

Little Jack nodded vigorously: "Yes... the introduction to the first paragraph..."

David Victor: "Oh! Did you read the introduction?"

Little Jack: "Yeah...with the second part, that little bit..."

David Victor: "Oh... did you even see the introduction above?"

Little Jack: "That's right... because the introduction and the sequel have the same line... and the ending is consistent."

David Victor: “Did you even watch the ending?”

Little Jack: "I... did read the end of the draft. It was the wind! It was the wind's fault! A gust of wind suddenly rushed in from the window! And blew the last piece of manuscript away!"

David continued to suddenly realize: "It turns out it was the wind's fault!"

"That's right! I'm sure of it!" Jack blushed, "It's the window and the wind's fault!"

David: "So what did I write this time?"

Without thinking twice, little Jack spoke out the important quotation of the text with his simple train of thought.

"God will strangle you! But he won't kill you completely!"

Mr. David showed a relieved expression, he felt so relieved that his new work could be successfully read. He was like the Messiah kneeling under the statue of Jesus, a sufferer who was redeemed.

"Thank you, Jack."

Mr. David described what he was thinking.

"When I start writing, just like you said, God will strangle me by the throat, but will not kill me completely. This feeling of suffocation will continue during the writing process of this week's serial content until the final draft is revised and ended."

"It was like I grabbed a life-saving straw when I was drowning. I used it to climb to the shore and got a brief peace, followed by the satisfaction of eating a big meal. But this feeling will not last long."

"Because immediately I will feel a stronger hunger, wondering if anyone cares about my work."

"——No way? There won't be anyone there?"

“Not getting congratulatory letters from readers or seeing reviews from the public makes me hungrier and hungrier.”

"Every time I see other publications, I am shocked by the works and the authors' wonderful ideas, which makes me even more hungry, thinking about how to steal their readers, rob them, or plunder them!"

"As long as someone responds to me, even if it's a criticism that's too fussy, I'll be as happy as if I had eaten a caramel macchiato."

“That’s the response I get when I open my heart. Even if the water I encounter when I’m stranded is dirty and turbid, it can keep my writing life going.”

"Thank you, Jack! You didn't betray my heart."

Little Jack was confused. He looked at the writer and couldn't understand the paranoia in his heart.

He still insisted stubbornly, determined to play tricks to the end.

"I didn't give up! Mr. David! I kept my promise. As promised, ten minutes..."

Before he finished speaking, little Jack saw that the clock on the wall had already pointed to 5:10 in the morning - so much time had passed?!

  This mysterious space-time fantasy made him feel extremely shocked. [Has an hour passed without him noticing?!]

[While I was peeking at Mr. David's manuscript, an hour had already passed!]

David Victor took little Jack's hand.

And little Jack also saw his arm.

What terrified Jack was that -

——There was a line of words, made up of ink letters, which had long climbed up his arm like a living thing.

David: "'Dios' Aprieta Pero No Ahoga. It's also called 'There is always a way out.'"

  At this moment, Jack began to scream, and at that moment, he saw the soul power of Mr. David!

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaa!—”

David picked up two pens, "I want to know more! I want to know more about you! About [Arrow]! About Hunwei! About Wen Bucai!"

A solid shadow is reflected from behind the writer.

Its shoulders were burning with dark flames, like a demon, and it had two golden horns. Its body was as thin and weak as a seven or eight-year-old child, its skin was bright red all over, and it was wearing a dark sleeveless cloth robe. Its lower body was like a sheep's hoof, in an anti-curved shape.

  The fangs on its mouth are hideous and ferocious, and there is a cracked halo on its head!

A slender, hairless tail extends from the lower back. The end of the tail resembles the classic devil image, with a bright red heart-shaped spur. This red heart is so enchanting - it almost takes Jack's soul away.

"God! Protect me!" Little Jack called out to the gods in panic. He took out his gun, pointed it at the devil behind David, and loaded the bullets faster than when he faced the mountain lion!

"Bang!--"

  [Part②·Insatiable]

The bullets shattered the windows and went nowhere.

Little Jack remembered it clearly, his first shot was very accurate!

  But at this moment, his arm seemed to be completely out of his control, pointing at something that had nothing to do with him!

Jack screamed, "Devil! What have you done to me!"

"In order to make you docile and turn into a book, I wrote [Never attack David Victor] on your body. It is like a brand of thought. It has been deeply engraved in your heart." David supported his waist, like a prostitute who took off her clothes to show her body. He completely let go of his fears and tore off the last piece of fig leaf. "I won't hurt you, Jack Martin. After turning you into a new story, I will also rewrite the memories in your mind - tonight, you should have had a very romantic encounter with the beautiful girl at the front desk. I already know how to write this peachy story, and I will give you a happy memory."

"No... no no no... no!" Jack wanted to pull the trigger and try to shoot: "Don't come over here!"

David had already taken the lead and changed and supplemented the words on Jack's body.

Changed [Meek] to [Quiet].

Little Jack wanted to pull the trigger, but his index finger was strangely bent and fractured, as if he had touched a hot iron, and avoided the trigger guard.

  Look at David again. He pulled Jack up from the chair, as if he was hugging his lover, and used two pens to tickle Jack's eyebrows, as if they were the knives for performing craniotomy on Jack!

"Jack! Take this journey again and experience the power of Hell's Highway!"

"Ding!--"

At this moment, the doorbell rang.

Mr. Wen Bucai was standing outside the door, holding a tray of food, wearing waiter's clothes, and there was a gun on the tray.

He was concerned about the safety of little Jack, and when he heard the gunshots and Jack's screams, he rushed into the hotel without thinking, as fast as a flash of lightning in spring, just like when little Jack saved him.

Although I don’t know what happened, this daredevil actually dared to chase to Sloth Town.

Wen Bucai stood in front of the door without moving, and could feel the surging and intense hot spiritual energy inside.

"Who is knocking at the door?" David Victor shouted to the uninvited visitor, "Who is it? Who is it? I don't have a branch waiter to deliver food. This heavy and rude knock on the door came three hours before the morning tea was served."

David quickly wrote [DO NOT MOVE] on Jack's arm, sealed Jack's body and mouth, and then slowly walked towards the door.

Outside the door, Vincent clenched his fists.

He didn't know what happened inside the door -

——The thoughts in my mind are as tangled as a bunch of weeds.

  [Jack, I heard Jack's cry for help.]

[Jack's panicked cry is easily recognizable, judging by its shrill, piercing voice, as distinctive as a castrated pig.]

[But who is this man in the room?]

[I can sense that he has a special talent like mine.]

[Is he a minion of the Perfume Bottle Gang?]

[Jack has been killed?]

[This is so troublesome! I clearly told him not to follow me anymore, not to pester me anymore, and not to embark on this road of no return. I clearly spoke English, but he couldn't even understand his mother tongue?]

[I'm so stupid...really.]

[If Jack has been killed, my sudden visit will alert the enemy in front of me.]

[It is better to leave first, leave this troubled place.]

[I should be more rational and calm. As I said, Jack Martin is just a borrowed horse on my road of revenge. If he is dead, I don't need to be sad for a horse.]

[He is white, how can he sympathize with me, a yellow person?]

[There are more important things waiting for me to complete. I want the perfume bottle to pay for everyone's blood debt.]

Thinking of this, Vincent put aside his curiosity and the idea of ​​adventure, walked towards the corridor, and prepared to go downstairs.

He only took five steps, just five steps, and then suddenly looked back!

David Victor opened the door and leaned half of his body out, his posture like a cunning night owl, his neck almost twisted at an angle, looking around like a hawk, observing Vincent's figure.

A burst of hot mist came out from the slightly pouting mouth.

"shush"

  [Real name: David Victor]

[Origin: Mr. David comes from an Austrian noble family. He was well-read since childhood and was an elegant young man. However, he lost all his family wealth due to a fraud and could hardly make a living.]

[The story started with Mr. David’s curiosity. In order to collect writing materials, Mr. David made an agreement with the prison warden to experience the hard life in prison. However, the warden secretly cheated and convicted Mr. David of a false crime. He also bribed the jury without any evidence, and let the jury convict Mr. David in the name of God and with their hands on the Bible, and sentenced him to death by hanging six months later.]

[The warden wanted to use this method to extort a ransom from David Victor's family.]

[David refused this dirty deal, not because of a sense of justice, but because David Victor believed that not every criminal had the ability to buy freedom with money. If he used privileges different from other criminals, he would not be able to experience real prison life.]

[During his imprisonment, Mr. David suffered a lot of physical pain. Poor and vicious criminals beat David, a superior man, at will. The jailers gave him special food. David would ask the jailers to reduce his rations to the same as other inmates. Occasionally, prisoners who tried to escape were whipped, but Mr. David asked to be punished together with them.]

[For inmates who are illiterate, Mr. David will write letters for them and send them back to their hometowns.]

[Gradually, David became a famous criminal leader in the prison, and even he himself didn't understand why it turned out like this.]

[Perhaps it was the empathy, sympathy, and the strong homesickness in the letters. David became the great Victor in the mouths of the prisoners - people didn't even know what crime such a person had committed to end up in prison.

  [As Mr. David's fame spread, the warden offered a higher price to David's family. But Mr. David still refused to pay bail. Seeing that his sentence was about to end, David's family had no choice but to spend all their wealth to build a magnificent theater for Vienna. To celebrate this, the government issued an amnesty, and David and all local criminals were given the opportunity to be released on bail.]

[The Victor family, which owed a huge debt, never recovered from the blow, and Mr. David began his writing career. His strong curiosity made him an unusually stubborn person.]

[Soul Power: Highway To Hell]

[Destructive power: E]

[Speed: C]

[Range: C]

[Sustainability: A]

[Precision: A]

[Growth: A]

[Special Ability ① [Highway to Hell]: Any handwriting written on any stationery, after the organism observes or recognizes it, the organism's mind will be immersed in it and cannot extricate itself, until the reading is completed and the content of the text is fully understood, it cannot stop, and cannot be interrupted by strong sound or strong light, huge vibration external force. In this state, nothing can stop the organism's [reading] behavior, until David Victor takes the initiative to release the soul power through [safe word].]

[Special Ability ②[Make your legends]: When David Victor uses stationery to write text on a living being, it must be understandable, fluent, and logical. The living being will use any means, regardless of the cost, to complete the writing - at the same time, David Victor himself will be affected by the ability of [Hell Highway], including hearing, touch, smell, taste, vision, psychic sixth sense, and the perception of beasts. At this moment, David Victor will imitate the behavior of the living being as much as possible, and involuntarily and uncontrollably experience the physiological perceptions of the living being, including past memories, current perceptions, and premonitions of future expectations, until David Victor actively uses [Safe Word] to remove the soul power.]

[Note: Highway To Hell is a rock song by the band AC/DC.]

[Note II: Make your legends is from the piano piece Make Your Own Legends by Ronnie Savage.]