Abyss Train

Chapter 803 A Dance Together

  [Part ① Scars of the Beast]

They looked at each other -

——Vincent’s eyes were cold, and Victor’s eyes were hot.

One is calm and indifferent. The other is arrogant and obsessed.

"At this moment -" David Victor spoke first: "- you must want to know where Jack Martin is, Vincent, isn't he? The impression of your face in Jack's mind is so appropriate, like a piece of red copper, which has been cut by knives, axes and polished with stone powder, and is full of mystery like an ancient artifact."

Vincent was about to uncover the dinner plate, pull out his gun and shoot this weirdo who looked like a member of the Perfume Bottle Gang on the spot without saying a word.

David Victor immediately added a condition, "Don't you want to know? Don't you want to know at all? Don't you want to know my identity? And don't you want to know where this guy Jack Martin went?"

The muzzle of the gun moved towards David's brow.

Wen Bucai: "I thought he was dead."

"So ruthless? So ungrateful?" David Victor frowned, and muttered to himself in anxiety and confusion: "This is completely different from the personality described by the profile of this minor character Jack!"

The words have not yet fallen.

"boom!--"

Vincent pulled the trigger.

The bullet flew almost past Mr. David's face.

The projectiles shattered the clay flower pots at the end of the corridor.

The sound of gunfire echoed in the narrow corridor, and when the noise subsided, Vincent came back to his senses from the shock.

  Missed the shot!

why?

Why did I fail?

Is this gun not sturdy enough? Not trustworthy enough?

At this moment, David Victor crumpled a piece of manuscript paper in his hand - it was this piece of paper that attracted Vincent's attention and allowed [Hell's Highway] to briefly control Vincent's mind. Only for a moment did Vincent fail.

Compared to the [Oath] written directly on the victim's body, this kind of remote mind control can only last for a few seconds. As long as you don't observe or understand these words, you will not be affected.

Hearing the gunshots, many guests in the hotel were awakened from their dreams. In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, Mr. David took out a pen and paper and wrote a soothing bedtime story in just ten seconds. He then hung it on the most conspicuous railing in the corridor.

Vincent saw these guests and passers-by simply open the door, take a look outside, and see the contents of the papers on the handrail - they all yawned and went back to their rooms to sleep.

Vincent was frightened - the special ability of the strange man in front of him made him feel incredible.

"You must be curious about me, Vincent." David Victor walked forward quickly, like a fanatical pursuer of a celebrity idol -

Every time Victor took a step forward, Vincent took a step back.

Victor explained solemnly, but Vincent threatened him with a gun.

Victor was not afraid of death, and Vincent's back was already against the window.

"We will have a candlelight chat on the bed, from day to night, until we fully understand your life story. If necessary, I really want to know if you have any relatives around you." Victor said as he took out a new piece of paper: "I already know a lot about you from little Jack, and it is difficult to write a book with such ambiguous wording. Please tell me more! Please tell me more! Mr. Vincent..."

"You..." Vincent hesitated to speak, but did not dare to shoot rashly.

  [What exactly is this guy's special ability?]

[I would never miss... Then there is only one reason why I missed - he can control my wrist! Can he control my body?]

[He can control the battle situation and my body, but this strange man has never hurt me since we met... Why?]

[Is he a friend or an enemy?]

[What is his soul power?]

David Victor looked fanatical, and he uttered out all the questions in his heart one by one.

"Vincent, you are here to seek revenge on the Perfume Bottle Gang, right?"

Vincent remained silent.

David Victor was very disappointed when he didn't get an answer. He suppressed his restless pride, humbled himself and made a reasonable request.

"Excuse me, I want to know everything about you. There are so many questions and so many unknown mysteries! Where are you from? What's your story before you came to the United States?"

"You are from the East, and you have a soul called Drunkard! What exactly is its special ability?"

"Your spirit power is extremely strong. When it swings its fist, it can make an explosion that breaks the sound barrier. The speed of the spirit body is faster than a gunpowder-powered bullet! I really want to experience the feeling of being hit by such a punch... How exactly does it punch? Words alone cannot fully describe its power!"

"When you were attacked by Sullivan Okopela's soul power, you actually ate more than 40 pounds of horse meat! This is absolutely not something an ordinary person can do! Based on my medical knowledge, your internal organs should have been necrotic after eating this!"

"Why are you on the railroad tracks after a sandstorm?"

  "Are you waiting? Are you deliberately waiting for someone to rescue you? Are you deliberately waiting for Jack to come and give you some water?

"Who was the original owner of the boot next to you?"

"You have such a strong internal organ and soul. I believe that this sandstorm and the scorching sun cannot kill you. Why do you want to die?"

"No, maybe..."

"You are not Homo sapiens (HOMO) in the broad sense of the word. Are you not human at all?"

"——All of this makes me curious..."

Under David Victor's repeated questioning, Vincent's face changed frequently! It was as if he was panicked when his secret was revealed!

"Enough! You're fucking annoying me!" Vincent's expression became gloomy and terrifying at that moment, and the phantom of a god suddenly appeared behind him.

  ——At the moment when the drunkard appeared!

David Victor's expression was as if he had seen the most beautiful work of art in the world.

  [That illusion...]

[it……]

[It’s really… so beautiful.]

Vincent took a deep breath.

  Then [Drunkard]'s fists fell like fine rain!

The moment he threw the punch, Vincent realized something was wrong!

David Victor's body did not feel anything like being hit by the punch. He was like a fallen leaf drifting in the wind. The violent wind from the punch left oval fist marks on the fabric of his body, and he was like a puppet trembling from the impact.

Vincent was convinced once again - although his fist had been thrown, there was no sense of it hitting the target.

David Victor was unharmed, but when his body touched Vincent's, he had already left words on the other's body.

"You can't hurt me anymore! You are incompetent!"

Wen Bucai's pupils trembled greatly, but he still couldn't understand what tricks the other party had used.

David explained: "I used the soul power of [Hell Highway] to write on you [You must not use soul power to attack David Victor without my permission], and you can no longer use soul power to hurt me!"

At this moment, little Jack stared at the door with lifeless eyes. When he heard the conversation outside the door, he felt hopeless.

  [Mr. Vincent lost? Did he lose?!]

[Not only are the bodies divided into different classes, but the souls are also divided into different classes?!]

[Vincent's spirit is no match for Victor!]

[Although I don’t know what Mr. David will do to us…]

[But I’m still so scared——]

[——The feeling of fear that is totally unimaginable is the most terrifying thing!]

[Will I lose my memory? Will it really be like what Mr. David said! Like pouring butter into constipation, pouring in a bunch of false memories?! And then losing this memory without knowing it?]

[Hell's Highway. Hell's Highway!]

[Don’t do that kind of thing!]

[Part②·Merciless beating]

Outside the room——

——David Victor made a request to Vincent as if he was facing a receptionist or a prostitute.

"It may sound a bit offensive, but I came to Arizona just to collect materials. The specific topics revolve around the two major tribes of yellow people and Indians—"

David Victor swore, and moved closer, the pen in his hand almost touching Vincent's neck, and Vincent couldn't drive his spirit to fight back. The drunkard's fist hit out and hovered in front of Victor's nose.

"——Especially you, I am not good at writing. In my next book, I want to write a story with a yellow person as the protagonist."

"This race is very strange. As a nation, they seem to have a unique [endurance]. Whether it is enduring punishment and torture, physical or mental pain, or enduring the [hunger] brought by delayed gratification, they are extraordinary." "Endurance! Endurance! Endurance is the fundamental element that makes apes become humans--"

"——After losing their hair, they run dozens of kilometers every day to hunt. This is simply an unbelievable and terrifying story in the eyes of other creatures on Earth."

"I want to know all of this, Mr. Wen Bucai. If you can put aside your concerns and take the initiative to talk to me about these things, take the initiative to reveal your scars and pain again, and show me your bloody wounds."

"How did your people suffer oppression and pain? How did they work themselves to death, carrying rails in the dry soil at 41 degrees Celsius? Tell me these stories. I will be very, very grateful to you, Vincent."

When David Victor finished speaking.

The atmosphere at the scene was clearly not right.

Mr. David saw that Vincent's eyes were bloodshot and tremendous anger burst out from his eyes.

He was no longer the Mr. Vincent who was as calm as an ancient well... It was as if he had stabbed the beast's wound, like a tiger cub asking David to kidnap it, which would bring disaster upon him.

Mr. David was still chattering away, he was curious and surprised, and was delighted by Vincent's expression.

"So you can get angry too! Is this the expression you have when you're angry? I have to remember it well... Unfortunately, in order to protect my life, you can no longer attack me with [Drunkenness]."

“Crack!——”

In the dim light.

A fist as big as a sandbag hit Mr. David on the chin.

It squeezed David's cheeks hard enough to cause three broken teeth to fly out from the gap at the corners of his mouth.

They flew over the rafters and between Jack Martin's sidelong eyes, scattering blood and spittle.

Vincent gritted his teeth, his eyeballs almost popped out of their sockets, and his fists scraped his flesh, bleeding bright red.

"What did you ask just now? Say it again with your leaky mouth! With your rotten tongue!?"

In response to the huge force of the punch, David fell backwards and paralyzed on the ground. Under Vincent's terrifying muscle strength, he fell into a brief state of dementia.

Jack Martin looked horrified—

"——Mr. David! Do you still want to get up?"

Victor struggled and kept trying to get up.

Jack kept describing it, "Like a newborn fawn! Your legs are like a newborn fawn! You can't stop shaking!"

Victor's will to fight was very strong. He was still mumbling, covering his crooked and fractured jaw, with an expression of disbelief in his eyes.

"What kind of strange power is this! This... What kind of experience is this... You don't need soul power, you can directly knock me away with your flesh! Vincent, you are not human, right! You are not..."

"Bang!--"

  The sound of a fist hitting the face is like a bullet flying out of a gun!

Vincent used both hands and punched continuously at high speed like beating rice cakes, hammering David Victor's bright red and green "rag" into the wooden floor!

The moment David completely lost consciousness.

Jack escaped from the control of [Hell's Highway] and crawled out of the room.

"Wait! Wait! Vincent! Wait! Mr. David is not from the Perfume Bottle Gang! He is not your target of revenge!"

"Jack?" Vincent then stopped beating David mercilessly.

In the pool of blood, one could see Mr. David's miserable appearance with a bruised face and dislocated cheekbones. One could hear his weak screams and groans, and one could also see that strange, peaceful, and satisfied smile on his face, as if he was thankful for this wonderful experience of being beaten.

Jack rushed forward and hugged David Victor tightly.

"Vincent! He's just a writer... He didn't mean me any harm..."

Vincent looked puzzled: "That's it?"

Jack Martin: “That’s it!”

……

……

After a day of repair.

——Around four o'clock in the afternoon.

Three men sat at a dining table, each with his own thoughts and ideas.

Vincent's road to revenge is full of dangers and he needs help. No one can lead him. This yellow man who has lost his work ID card can't even enter the circus of perfume bottles.

Jack Martin would not do business at a loss, he would at least make back the bullets and gold.

David Victor has to take a break from collecting material due to an injury, and he won't return home until he gets more secrets.

They had the same goal, and the first place they wanted to go was the most lively [Beast Curio House] in Sloth Town.

"What is certain is that the owner of the Curio Collection is a cadre of the Perfume Bottle." Vincent pointed out the only way.

Mr. David had a thick bandage on his face. After being trained by Mr. Vincent, he had become much more obedient.

David said, "The Museum of Curiosities is not open to Chinese people. You need us to buy tickets for you. You pretend to be my slave, and the three of us can enter the Museum of Curiosities together...right? Come to think of it, I've always wanted to visit this place."

Mr. Jack can't wait.

"What are you waiting for?! I've been so upset these past two days! Take me out to have some fun! There's a circus show on the billboard! There's an underwear show and strippers, there's a knife show and magic... I..."

Jack spoke slower and slower because his two classmates looked at him with something strange in their eyes.

Vincent looked sullen and cold.

David was full of curiosity.

David Victor was thinking - why did little Jack still want to have fun in the bandit den? Has he always been so optimistic and brave?

Skip these episodes.

It was already dusk when the three of them arrived at the ticket office of the Curio Collection Museum.

The setting sun shone on the big dome tent, and the red sand covered the slogan with a layer of dust.

A yellow monkey with a chimpanzee background, telling a racist picture book story, and a famous quote from Socrates. This is the slogan of the Sloth Town Curio House.

  [Do you live to eat, or do you eat to live?]

(End of this chapter)