Abyss Train

Chapter 823: Talking about Dislocated Time and Space the Day After Tomorrow
[Part ①: In the Black Mist]
"Mr. Victor"

Ms. Selina Crana pushed her wheelchair onto the crowded sightseeing boat.

"—I just can't believe it."

Half a month ago, she had another name, Violet Heinz.

She was a singing geisha with a perfume bottle, one of the top whores in Arizona, but now she has lost all her memories and has a new life.

"About the adventures you mentioned in the wilderness of the Colorado River Valley and in the rain forest." Selina held the silk scarf glove in her mouth and tried her best to push the heavy wheelchair.

Victor leaned forward slightly and pulled the hair out of the wheel.

——Selena’s mental state is very bad. She often loses her hair and it gets stuck in all kinds of strange places.

"Ms. Selina, that's not my intention. I don't mean for you to believe this story."

“When people can’t get what they want in life, they usually seek it and satisfy it in other ways.”

“It seems that it will never come true, so the dream is beautiful but out of reach - the knight's story is fascinating, but it is very difficult to happen in reality.”

"Hey." Selina pushed Victor into the narrow cabin of the sightseeing boat. She changed into a farm girl's outfit. The linen skirt set off her tall figure of more than two meters. It seemed that an endless vitality was emerging from this healthy body.

"You don't need to include my name, do you? You are so wicked!"

Selina laughed awkwardly.

“—Violet? Violet Heinz? A slutty whore who poisoned her customers? A spider freak? And she’s going to start a new life using my name? Huh?!”

David Victor did not respond. He was very grateful to Miss Selina for giving him a ride. He clasped his hands together and hugged the cross, with the silver chain hanging from his wrists, against his forehead.

"Thank you for your generosity, Selina. You have a new life, but Violet has no such opportunity. She cannot change her fate and can only passively accept it."

"I won't pursue this stigmatized character in the story! Not many people will care anyway." Selina's smile was pure, simple and generous. Under the sparkling waves and in the warm morning sun, she turned her back to the coastline and showed her eighteen teeth, expressing her happiness unscrupulously with a smile: "I don't know who would like this kind of story. It's really strange."

Selina Crana put down the playbill and Broadway schedule, and hung the notice of Vienna Golden Theater on the head of Victor's bed - she had a noble help in her life.

Although she didn't know who this benefactor was, at least she understood that the next journey to Austria should be smooth sailing.

This is what David Victor didn't make clear -

——In order to atone for his sins and to get him out of prison, his father and mother built such a theater for the local government.

It was completed around 1860. Before that, Schönbrunn Palace Square hosted cultural performances for twenty consecutive years, recruiting artists from all over the world to build popularity.

“The more people lack something, the more they desire it.” Victor pushed the wheelchair and stopped at the small table beside the bed: “If there is no freedom and love, then we should sing praises to freedom and love.”

“If you don’t have courage and friendship, then sing praises to courage and friendship. If you don’t have wealth, then sing praises to wealth.”

“One day I won’t have to write stories about knights-errant. It means that the people in these stories have been integrated into everyone’s life and become nameless and faceless people.”

Ms. Selina didn't have any idea. She only knew that Mr. Victor had a weird temper and was a very long-winded storyteller.

——The months in America made her feel suffocated and exhausted. She remembered working with the women on the farms in the small town, drying straw and herding cattle and sheep, killing insects and milking cows in the hot and humid cowshed, just to be close to life and to write a few songs that Americans would love to listen to.

She couldn't wait to return to the civilized world, squeeze into the palace theater again, and enjoy the rich life that was to come.

But some instincts will not change, and some survival skills will not be forgotten.

A fat rat just ran from the deck to the cabin, but she kicked it back into the water!
"You are so talented, Selina!" Victor praised, "The ship is leaving the port! Go back to your room!"

"I don't want to leave!" Lady Selina leaned against the door with her head tilted, staring at little Victor with seductive eyes: "Can you stay a little longer?"

"I'm going to start working, please." Mr. Victor took out the feather pen. His fountain pen had been broken for a long time. During the life-and-death battles and psychic attacks, he didn't know when the pen core broke and split into a sharp V-shaped fork, making it impossible to write at all.

"Okay!~"

Selina pouted. She always felt that something was unfinished. The desire to conquer and possess Violet left in her mind were playing tricks on her - it seemed that she couldn't let go of this strange relationship.

She slowly closed the hatch and peeked at Mr. Victor through the ventilation window.

When she met those tourmaline green eyes, she was immediately driven away by the hot and sharp gaze. She returned to the railing, faced the salty, hot and humid sea breeze, tightly held her sun hat, hunched over and looked into the distance.

It seemed as if time had frozen at this moment, as the whistle of the sightseeing boat sounded. It drifted farther and farther away with the tide, and the white sand beach also became farther and farther away.

The mouse that fell into the water finally climbed onto the shore. It couldn't find a suitable home and didn't dare to go back to see George Joshua.

——It screwed everything up, Jim Crow was a complete loser, but it was evil enough.

The devil will not give up on any fallen and fallen child, just like God is always absent, God is always late, and God doesn't fucking exist at all.

So did George Joshua, who had just left the steamer and limped back to Queens Boulevard from the bedroom of another Senate powerhouse, holding his buttocks and looking livid.

I found a random seat next to the cafe, ordered some breakfast, and when I bit off a piece of bread crumbs, they landed right on the face of the fat rat that was Jim Crow.

"Well"

Mr. Joshua, who is handsome and tall, immediately spotted this promising talent.

"The news in the newspaper about the Sloth Town fire in Arizona is true. Look at you, look at how depressed you are - don't worry, don't worry."

"We still have a long time."

He casually rolled up the dirty mouse with his rubber toes and put it between his bread.

The tooth marks went full circle around Jim Crow and nearly scared the shit out of Jim.

George Joshua smelled fear and he was very satisfied.

"Go on working for me, you poor creature."

Jack Martin returned to the railroad tracks and took away his boots - the boots made of human skin.

When he returned to Sanyang Town, he was alone.

Warrant Officer Rodriquez arrived late with a group of rangers. The old and fat state police sergeant found Sullivan Okopela's hat from the fire scene. This hat seemed to have become the key evidence. It was a North American burn-resistant hat and seemed to have been specially treated. It no longer had the parrot feather decoration. Its hard shell leather was burnt and blackened, but one could barely make out the outline of the hat.

"It seems that the perfume bottle has encountered a little trouble"

The warrant officer put his gloves back on and found a portion of Sullivan Okopela's bones in Jack Martin's backyard. He compared the bones with the records of the village dentist and confirmed the identity of the deceased.

The herald officer who was in charge of recording the case was nervous and excited: "Our Sheriff Jack Martin, the bandit who killed the perfume bottle, my God!"

Jack hid himself. He loved listening to this, and he was looking forward to it, eavesdropping with joy and excitement.

The warrant officer continued, "No, I also deserve some credit for this achievement."

The herald officer said, "Why not take the hat instead of the head and send it to the state government to collect the reward?"

"That's a good idea." Warrant Officer Rodriquez said with a smile, "Just relying on Jack Martin alone? He can't accomplish the task of eliminating bandits! Everyone in the Ranger Regiment has a share - this hat belongs to me!"

"Hey!" Jack suddenly jumped out from behind the fence -

——He was so angry that he was fuming and black air was coming out of his mouth and nose.

"Put on your veil, little girl!"

In an instant, the sheriff and police officers who were still strolling around the manor were frightened by Jack Martin.

They thought the boy was dead! There was no way he would survive!
"Schneider is better than Dresser! Warrant Officer Rodriguez!" Jack repeatedly emphasized: "This credit belongs to me!"

There was no gun, no knife, and the horse left Jack forever.

The warrant officer was about to draw his gun and kill the little guy who was in the way.

"[Kneller Deathstroke]! Tie him up!"

A sturdy lasso emerged from the evil spirit's dusty arms, and a trefoil pattern was engraved on the clock face. Little Jack entangled the warrant officer's gunman and pulled the shiny revolver into his own hand.

The sun had just passed overhead; it was noon.

"boom!--"

The first shot knocked off the warrant officer's badge.

"boom!--"

The second shot blew away the messenger's Colt M1835!

"Bang! Bang!——"

The third and fourth shots blasted into the wall, punched through it, and deflected the barrel of the Dresser's rifle, causing the two troopers to stumble and fall.

"boom!--"

The last bullet flew into the sky.

As the railway continued to head south, Wen Bucai put on a straw raincoat to block out the sun.

He once again lay on the railroad tracks, trying to listen carefully to the sounds of passing trains - he had no map and didn't know how far he had walked, he only knew that if he continued walking south, he should be able to find Father Kevin's hometown.

If he didn't follow the tracks, he would be lost.

However, the messengers and the merchants and passengers in horse-drawn carriages who came and went all thought that this Oriental man was going to commit suicide by lying on the tracks. Occasionally, kind-hearted people would remind him, and Wen Bucai would quickly get up and avoid being crushed by trains again and again.

He finally gave up -

——Because of the scenery along the way and because of the torrent of the times.

He could not defeat the Pacific Railroad. It was impossible for one person to destroy such a behemoth.

The groundbreaking for the western section of the railway was officially started 20 years later, with a total of more than 3,000 kilometers of rails to be gradually completed. For Wen Bucai and his fellow townsmen in Shekou, a small part of the railway facilities in Arizona was just a small experiment, a trial operation - he could not stop the power of the common karma of all beings in a country.

Three years later, he got news about Kevin and once again set out on the road of revenge alone.

The destination of this ship ticket is London, England.

[Part ②: Saxophone and Guitar]
Time flies, turn the clock forward.

We come to the starting point of the story, to the moment when Bu Liuxing broke into David Victor’s VIP carriage.

"David Victor, the winner is decided!"

Bu Liuxing put the last piece of the puzzle together, and the rose pyroxene on his chest no longer shone.

"Our duel is over, let's talk about the log in the cabinet!"

At that moment, the young and reckless General Crying raised his head and stood up.

He walked up waving his bloody fists, ready to let Teacher Victor test his 193-centimeter arm span and taste his 90-kilogram punch.

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His fist was like a siege shell! He no longer had any fear or inexplicable pressure in his heart.

The fist blew up with blood foam and stopped suddenly at the tip of Jiang Xueming's nose.

In a corner where no one pays attention, in the secret compartment of the ruins of the bookcase.

A manuscript that had never been sent back to the publisher had just revealed its cover.

Its title is "The Red and Black Boy Does Not Move" -

——It is Victor’s most precious treasure, a past event that he does not want to make public.

But at this moment, the VIP of Redstone turned his head, secretly wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and looked at Jiang Xueming and Bu Liuxing, with infinite tenderness and nostalgia in his eyes.

Long before Benjamin Black of the Raven Crow Gang arrived in Alaska.

The previous patriarch of the Franciscan Order (Brazilians Minor) found the ruins of the temple in the National Park of the American Continent.

This patriarch has a white beard and is already in his seventies. He came here to seek the holy blood of immortality.

——Three months later, Lawrence Madison received three twisted gold cups, three crosses, and three large bowls.

This new patriarch shoulders the important mission of reviving Platform Zero and rebuilding the Fraternité Minor.

In order to test the reliability of the holy blood, he chose a pair of perfumer sisters with abundant essence. Flavia and Duran became test subjects of the Quetzalcoatl Holy Blood. Legend has it that this holy blood is more reliable than the elixir provided by the Alliance of Immortals - it is not afraid of sunlight.

October, 1887.

The wanderer who returned to his hometown finally breathed a sigh of relief——

——Jack Martin returned to Edinburgh and traveled all the way from Portsmouth Port to find his ancestral home.

He still hasn't aged. When Jack received a letter from Vincent, talking about his recent situation, he was eager to go home - he didn't expect that his friend had a family after coming to the UK. Vincent got married and had children! This is a great thing!
While he was still preparing gifts, he arrived at the Scottish Estuary in Edinburgh, walked through a cobblestone road, and found the home of a craftsman who was an expert in flower gardening.

"Hello!"

The person who came to pick up Jack was a middle-aged woman wearing a black veil and speaking in a gentle voice.

Jack Martin immediately asked, "Hello, ma'am! I'm here to pick up a gift!"

But the lady of black veil could not produce anything——

"——I really don't have the time to prepare the flower cluster you requested. Sorry."

"Mr. Jack Martin, my husband died of illness not long ago, and I have no time to deal with the funeral."

"Oh! Uh." Jack had no intention of making things difficult for anyone, he took off his outer robe and hat and hung them on the coat rack, shook off the rain and dew on his trouser legs, and stepped on the carpet to clean off all the mud and dust.

The lady hastily welcomed the distinguished guest in and immediately went to prepare snacks and tea.

Jack didn't know the florist's real name yet. He only knew that businessmen in the flower industry liked to call her Sayuri and that she had been married for a long time. The flower clusters she made were very beautiful, with a wonderful, almost geometric beauty.

"Mrs. Lily, I really didn't expect that." Jack Martin was a little dazed. He didn't have much time left. "It was just on the way. I guess I have to go to Winchester tonight and go to London tomorrow."

"In such a hurry?" Mrs. Lily took a bottle of jasmine tea from the easel.

Jack glanced at the work on the easel and was suddenly startled -

——The lifelike sunflowers are like living vegetation, so brilliant and vivid in the cold and dim coal-ash haze weather, on the coast of Edinburgh, and in the gray tide outside the window.

"Whose work is this?"

"You definitely don't know. His name is Van Gogh." Mrs. Lily replied, "He's a little-known painter. A few years ago, he wanted to ask someone to find a model, so I introduced Cracinna to him."

"Originally, Crasina was a prostitute."

At this point, Mrs. Lily froze in her action of boiling water to make tea.

"I thought she might like this job. It's also selling her body, but maybe she could earn more money working for a painter. But Van Gogh couldn't even afford the model fee. Oh!"

Jack Martin was upset and pointed to the window of the big house.

"——The British government doesn't allow ordinary people to survive. They are also levying window taxes on property taxes. What a bunch of blood-sucking bugs! It's obvious that the black smoke in the sky is pollution caused by burning coal mines! Ventilation and breathing air also cost extra! Damn it!"

Mrs. Lily brought the teacup, leaned over and touched little Jack's head, asking the distinguished guest not to be so angry and to think of something good.

"Look at what's in front of you! Jack! Van Gogh and Crasina are together, and they have a child."

While Jack was drinking tea and eating biscuits -

—Madame Black Lily went to the side hall.

A strange gurgling sound of water came from the door of the side hall, and less than a minute later, Mrs. Lily came out holding a bunch of big red roses that looked like a blazing fire.

"Look! My sword is still as sharp as ever?"

"Wow!" Jack's eyes lit up: "Mrs. Lily! Are you ready for this? Why?"

The young widow did not answer, and her face under the black veil seemed particularly stiff.

"——Please take it. You have to travel at night and cannot fall asleep. I wish you a safe journey!"

After seeing off the distinguished guest, she took off her veil and went to the basement. She took off the wet human skin mask, slowly approached the desk, and opened the secret door of the cellar.

There is a deeper road that leads to a golden ocean 17,000 meters underground.

The husband she was thinking about was still standing stiffly beside the desk and in front of the observatory on the second floor of the western-style building.

Close the last page of the book.

David Victor lay at the bloodhound's knees and told his lover all his memories.

When he came to the part about Ms. Violet, he was slapped three times, which made him write down angrily -

——On what love brings to men.

But this jealousy was mixed with sweet love, and the Bloodhound lady held her husband's chin.

Counting the red marks on my fingers, there were fifteen kisses in total.

They kissed, they held hands, they hugged each other tightly.

Aohen Mingde leaned against the window and kept complaining—

"——Don't just work without giving birth! I'm waiting anxiously!~"

The curtains suddenly fell, and the boss was caught by the Hunter King. He was dropped from the window sill of the guest room on the 32nd floor into the hanging basket for high-altitude cleaning operations.

Outside the entrance of JoeStar's club, there is a barbecue grill on a small table in the pavilion.

Wen Bucai just handed the kebabs to Jack.

"eat!"

Jack Martin trembled as he woke up from his sleepy dream. He lifted the stand-up collar of his black clothes to reveal his ugly face, then stretched lazily.

"How long have I slept?"

Wen Bucai: “Just a little while.”

Jack: "Where's Victor?"

Wen Bucai: "He doesn't have the blessing! ~"

Jiang Zheng had just taken the BOSS from the Hunter King's arms. She hugged the good cat and ran to the cabinet, wanting to send the BOSS back to jail - she was already 23 years old and a grown-up girl.

Jack Martin turned his head to look at the guest room floor of the Five Kings Council——

"—How about I send him a copy?"

Wen Bucai urged without hesitation.

"Now! Right now! Immediately! Fly over there! Send it in through the window!"

"Give him a surprise!"

(End of this chapter)