[Characteristics: Paired rings made of carbon silver synthetic steel and corundum stone.]
[Amulet Category: Against Spirits/Ring]
[General applicability: The amulet can drive away spirits for passengers in a spiritual disaster environment. Most spiritual disasters can affect people's brain waves and optic nerve signals, causing hallucinations. The light of pyroxene can illuminate the real environment, providing
Passengers are directed to the right path.]
[Instructions for use: Corundum has extremely high hardness and very poor earthquake resistance. Keep this sharp and fragile stone carefully - when you are in a spiritual disaster environment, it will naturally help you avoid the disaster.]
[Production organization: Jiujie Station Steelworks·Lingweng.]
[Note: Rings that appear in pairs are treasures for passengers and waiters. Passengers always travel between stations, and waiters will always follow them when they hear the summons bell ringing.]
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Jiang Xueming wrote down the information in the manual in the passenger logbook, and then tore the isolated page into pieces to ensure that no one else would see it.
Immediately afterwards, he pulled out another piece of paper from the small cloth pocket next to the lunch box - it was the instruction manual for the "magic wand".
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[Mingde’s Bad Work: Magic Wand]
[Characteristics: A large iron sword-shaped stick cast from a clay mold.]
[Weapon Category: Strike/Catalyst]
[Versatility: This stick can open paths for passengers and break doors. Its structure is simple, strong and durable, but the maker still thinks it is an inferior work. As a wand, it can only use the most basic luminous magic.]
[Instructions for use: In a dark environment, it can light the way for you, and beat down living and dead things when it shines.]
[Production organization: Jiujie Station Steel Works·Aohen]
[Note: The sword-shaped iron rod with rough craftsmanship was despised by the manufacturer and has been left in the treasure house of the terrifying beast. It is waiting for the arrival of the passengers who have become attached to it. It emits a dazzling light and cuts thorns for its friends.
Cut off thorns.]
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Like the previous instruction sheet, Jiang Xueming wrote down the information, tore the paper into pieces smaller than a grain of rice, and kept them.
Bu Liuxing stayed close to Jiang Xueming and read the instructions together. Seeing that Jiang Xueming could tear paper more efficiently than a paper shredder, he couldn't help but ask: "Brother Ming, are you too cautious?"
Jiang Xueming didn't explain anything. You should always be careful when going out.
He took out the lunch box and started to fill his stomach - the things Xiaoqi cooked for him were all fitness meals, and the portions were divided into small squares in the lunch box.
Ah Xing looked bored and couldn't stop having fun for a moment, so he wanted to go to other carriages.
Jiang Xueming called to Ah Xing: "Where are you going?"
"I'm going to look around in other carriages..." Bu Liuxing explained: "There's nothing written on our tickets, and BOSS didn't say how far and long this train will go. I'm just wondering. Why don't we go find other passengers?
Let’s ask carefully, maybe there is an old man who often takes this bus and is willing to tell us the details of this destination?”
"It makes sense...but..." Jiang Xueming has other concerns in his mind. The train is a very unstable environment. If the two of them leave together, they can't take heavy luggage and run around in the car - if Ah Xing is allowed to
He would never feel at ease dealing with strange travelers alone.
After all, last time, Ah Xing explained everything to a stranger he met for the first time in the toilet, without any precautions.
So Xueming packed up the big and small bags and put them together: "I'm going to ask the flight attendant to help look after our luggage. Let's go to other carriages and sit together."
At this moment - Ah Xing also came to help and happily touched Brother Ming's baggage.
He touched the [magic wand] box, and then touched another box that was both strange and familiar.
"This is..." Bu Liuxing put the brocade box on the table. He couldn't remember who this thing belonged to.
Jiang Xueming recognized it immediately: "It was a gift from Brother Ye Bei, who is my benefactor. He gave me this collection and said that he would keep it for me and sell it when I have no money."
Bu Liuxing picked up his own cane box and put the two boxes together on the table.
Jiang Xueming was also stunned.
Because Brother Ye Bei's gift box and the stick box given to every passenger by the station boss look exactly the same.
The glowing moss outside the car window casts a faint blue light on the two brocade boxes.
Their silk embroidery patterns, dark red background, and patterns are all exactly the same, with a human head and a tiger body, no limbs, and cloud patterns, like monster patterns in ancient art paintings.
It's just that the gift box that Brother Ye Bei gave to Jiang Xueming had a lot of dust and wounds gnawed by termites. It looked like it was old and it was something from a long, long time ago.
Jiang Xueming immediately untied the red silk ribbon on the box, pushed the animal jaw buckle, opened the lid of the box, and exposed the yellow brocade bottom.
Bu Liuxing also opened his cane box and compared it again, and found that it was exactly the same.
It’s just that Ah Xing’s cane was not protected by any packaging and lay in the groove at the bottom of the brocade.
Looking at Ye Bei's gift again, it was wrapped tightly with a dust-proof cloth. Jiang Xueming had a hard time taking it out of the box.
The two of them worked together to get this ancient collection with mysterious origins in their hands——
——Removing the cloth bag, there is still a layer of anti-oxidation oil paper bag.
——Remove the oil paper package, and there is still a layer of fireproof gold foil.
It can be seen that this gift is very valuable, otherwise Brother Ye Bei would not have taken so many protective measures.
From the layers of packaging, the handle of a stick emerged.
Jiang Xueming exerted force and finally pulled it out completely.
Brainless and unhappy were dumbfounded——
——Because for a moment, they couldn't figure out what this was.
Its grip is like a thick steel handrail, but it is made into a polygon that is inconvenient to hold. There are grooves on the corner prisms, revealing the color of metal. The whole thing smells like sewing machine oil. It is used as a metal
Anti-rust protective fluid.
Looking all the way down, its stick body becomes more and more slender and streamlined, with a total length of more than three feet, which is a little shorter than Xueming's wand. It would also be awkward to use as a walking stick.
The two of them carefully identified the opening and closing gaps on the stick. There were no gaps where the materials were spliced together. It was formed in one piece.
At the tail of the stick, there is a leather sheath tightly wrapping the tip of the stick, like a non-slip leather sheath for a cane.
Bu Liuxing's face was full of confusion: "What is this?"
"Maybe it's a walking stick..." Jiang Xueming didn't understand either.
Bu Liuxing looked at the handle of the crutch: "The owner of this crutch is a ruthless iron hand..."
Jiang Xueming took his time and dialed Brother Ye Bei's phone number to ask for details.
"Hey...is it Brother Ye?"
"Oh! What's the matter?"
"What on earth is the stick you gave me?"
"I don't know either."
"Where did this stick come from?"
"Rely on your parents at home, and rely on friends when you go out!~ I have helped many people, but they had no cash to give as gifts in return, so I received many inexplicable gifts. This stick is one of them. I don't remember who gave it to them.
Yes. I thought it should be quite valuable, so I gave it to you."
"So that's it..."
"No more talking. My wife asked me to cook. We'll talk later when we have time."
"good."
hang up the phone--
——Jiang Xueming wrapped the stick back intact.
Apart from this weird stick, there is nothing else in the brocade box, not even an instruction manual.
Xue Ming thought carefully, this stick must be a lifetime gift from BOSS to the passengers. Judging from the degree of decay of the brocade box, it was something from a long time ago. Brother Ye is only in his thirties this year, so it is impossible
He is the original owner of this stick.
It may have changed countless owners a long time ago, wandered in the antique market, passed through the hands of many people, and finally reached Brother Ye's shop.
In any case, if he didn't know how to use this thing, Xueming would never try to use it.
To him, these strange spiritual objects are just like Mr. Byrne's AR-15 rifle. If he has never used it, it means he doesn't know how to use it.
If you can return to the station safely, take it with you and ask the BOSS. Maybe this ancient stick can be exchanged for other useful items.
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During the time when Jiang Xueming resealed the stick.
The shooting star cannot stop for a moment——
——He first went to the train's pantry and called the steward, asking the steward to keep an eye on their luggage. Then he took out playing cards, a chess game, two boxes of cigarettes and chewing gum from his large backpack, preparing to use these things to make friends.
Ah Xing felt that it was not enough, so he took two more volumes of newspapers. They were exclusive newspapers in the underground world called "Sun Times".
Most of the content in the newspaper is news from the underworld that is difficult to tell whether it is true or false. There are stories about passengers exploring unknown lands, and there are also serialized novels. There are also a lot of advertisements for tofu cubes.
When Bu Liuxing saw that the newspaper's issue number was still from last month, he anxiously asked the flight attendant for the latest issue.
Because these are all outdated news, it is really embarrassing to chat with new friends with outdated conversation materials.
But soon, he was freed from the anxiety of this social disorder——
——The station stops at the trade transfer station near District 31.
This place is called Golden Township. There is a huge underground non-ferrous metal mine. There are also a lot of people at the station and the supporting facilities are very complete.
Ah Xing wanted to get off the bus to buy the latest newspaper. This busy station must have the first-hand information he wanted.
But he just wanted to speak.
"Brother Ming... I want to get off the car and buy something soon..."
"No, you can't get out of the car." Jiang Xueming frowned and stared at the crowded crowd outside the window. There were many vendors pushing buckets and delivering goods to the car windows.
He also spied many sneaky people holding pairs of fasteners in their hands, putting things in the pockets of passengers getting on and off the bus.
That's what habitual criminals do - like Xiaoqi's stick is a pair of silver tassels, I'm afraid she used to make a living like this.
Armed employees of the station also rushed over blowing whistles to drive away the crowd hiding the criminals.
Bu Liuxing kept his mouth shut and looked aggrieved, just like a child who stopped moving forward while watching a video game arcade under the discipline of his parents.
But God gave him a second chance.
A dark monster flew out from the platform crossing.
Jiang Xueming's heart trembled. He had never seen these underground creatures before, and his nerves suddenly became tense.
Bu Liuxing's eyes widened and he saw clearly the appearance of those monsters.
That is Shayang——
——It is a giant insect in the underground world.
They put on clothes, using neat cloth to cover the terrifying fuzz and sharp exoskeletons on their limbs.
In order to look more friendly, their plump tail and abdomen are wrapped in a layer of navy blue staff uniform.
The wings were vibrating violently, emitting a high-frequency noise. In order to cover up the maddening noise, many yarn sheep hooked up with a large tape recorder and played lively jazz music on a loop.
These giant dragonflies carry cargo baskets and hover flexibly on both sides of the train, stopping in front of every window to sell goods.
A gauze sheep came to them.
"Butter soda, White Lady milk tea and nine-millimeter Gel bombs, there is always something you will like. The latest issue of the Sun Times has Teacher Victor's new novel. What do these two handsome guys want?"
There were tens of thousands of densely packed compound eyes in those big bright red eyes. Human language came out of Shayang's mouth, and it was an unusually sweet female voice, like a girl of seventeen or eighteen years old.
The monster's wings spread out to more than two meters, and its body length was about one hundred and twenty centimeters. It almost completely blocked the entire window and was full of oppression.
Bu Liuxing immediately shouted: "I want a newspaper! The latest one!"
"The newspaper is free." Miss Shayang shook her head, hooked the publication with her thick legs and threw it into the window: "Do you want anything else? You don't look like people who are short of money."
"How to contact me?! Miss, can I ask you for your phone number?" Bu Liuxing hadn't finished asking yet.
——Jiang Xueming covered Ah Xing’s mouth and closed the window.
Despite this, the giant insect lady outside the window seemed to be scratching her head in confusion, and dipped some egg liquid rations from the snack pot, and wrote a phone number on the car window.
"Okay!" Bu Liuxing took down the new friend's phone number and was very happy.
"Axing." Jiang Xueming emphasized: "When you come into contact with these things..."
"I know, I know! Brother Ming!" Bu Liuxing nodded fiercely: "Be careful, be more careful!"
The train starts slowly——
——Leaved this bustling golden town and headed towards the next stop.
After gathering his things, Bu Liuxing grabbed Jiang Xueming and rushed to other carriages, ready to greet his new friends.
Xueming followed Ah Xing silently, without any thoughts.
Until the two of them pushed open the mahogany door of another carriage.
The passengers first took a look at the shooting star, and their expressions were normal.
He glanced at Xueming again, as if seeing the god of plague and the king of hell, and immediately walked deeper into the train.
In almost ten seconds, all the guests in the carriage were gone, and they were all gone before Ah Xing's cheerful energy could be released.
The other passengers were inspired to call the police frantically, asking them to stay away from Jiang Xueming.
"It seems there's no way out!~" Bu Liuxing said with a smile in his eyes: "Brother Ming, you won't stop me this time, right? I'll go find out what they say by myself?"
"No drinking." Jiang Xueming solemnly reminded: "You are not allowed to sleep with strange people, regardless of gender, whether they are human or not - I will give you one hour, keep your phone open, if you have any situation, call me and tell me you
Wherever you are, I will come to you immediately."
Bu Liuxing hugged the social props tightly and showed thumbs up to Xueming: "What you said means you care about me like my mommy!~"
"Don't be too happy too soon." Jiang Xueming turned around and prepared to go back to his seat to rest: "If you can successfully ask me something useful, I will be very happy - if you make something ridiculous this time
, if you get into trouble, even if I scare away your new friends, I will still follow you around like a Siamese twin."
"I know! Others are afraid of you, but I'm not afraid!~" Bu Liuxing carried his things and rushed to the farther compartment.
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Asing walked all the way, reading the latest Sun Times, trying to find a fashionable topic to open the hearts of strangers.
"Let me take a look at something that is popular in the underground world recently - Mr. Victor's serial novels. Wow! It's a love theme, which is quite interesting."
Unconsciously, he crossed the rows of seats, as if he was caught by an inexplicable magic. A fun-loving person never lets go of new and interesting things.
"Lovers who have been separated for many years have been communicating with each other through letters. In a desolate town in Vienna, on a lonely morning, the hero of the story suddenly received a mysterious email, in which the lover's severed hand was hidden...
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Ah Xing's vagina shrank and trembled violently.
"What kind of weird thriller is this?! Isn't it a romance novel?"
He commented on the newspaper articles and completely forgot what he should do.
"Oh oh oh! This severed hand can write?! So it is alive?! It also has the soul of the lover attached to it?"
"She wants the hero to find other parts of the body..."
Axing showed an incredible expression and continued to move forward with his handbag. He felt that he could no longer take his eyes away from the newspaper.
--cannot be transferred from that article.
He seemed to be under a spell, muttering silently.
"That night, I held this severed hand and fell asleep restlessly and happily. It was a complex emotion mixed with fear and warmth.
For seven years, she and I never saw each other again. How could I have imagined that when we met again, we were already separated from each other - I could feel the warmth of life from the five fingers of this hand, and feel the love from the tightly held fleshy palms.
The sweet fragrance and the horror of death.
Is this a hallucination? This must be my hallucination. I miss her so much that I have this hallucination."
Ah Xing's eyes suddenly glanced at the end of the novel -
"——But something seemed wrong with this broken hand, just in the early morning before dawn, when I was unprepared.
——She crawled away from the bed and sneaked into the kitchen. Like a zombie who knew no pain, she climbed from the shelf to the kitchen countertop and fell to the ground again and again, leaving blood all over the floor. Oh my god, what kind of evil thing is this?
?What is she going to do? My love - what happened to her?"
Ah Xing screamed, but following the plot of the story, he suddenly lost his voice.
"This severed hand holds the knife, although it is not very flexible -
——Although she only had one hand, she couldn't distinguish the appearance of the ingredients, so she had to carefully explore and confirm each item.
——Can't tell the pros and cons of the knife. Even though she only had one hand left, she could only use her fingers to try the sharp edge.
——She wanted to make the Austrian snack that she and I learned seven years ago in the cooking class when we first met, a plate of apple strudel..."
Ah Xing stared at the newspaper pitifully, tears welling up in his eyes - he had been tightly grasped by Teacher Victor's writing skills and could no longer escape.
"Margaret...my dear Margaret."
He recited the name of the heroine in the story.
"Who on earth caused you to become like this? Who caused you to have only one hand left?!"
"How do you knead the dough? How do you puree the apples?"
"How much did you suffer before you returned to your lover?"
"You have no mouth and eyes, can't speak, and can't see me. How many words do you want to say to me? I'm too clumsy to recognize the gestures you make - I'm too stupid to imagine you writing them.
How much longing and suffering are hidden in the lines of "."
"I want to get you back, I want to get you back! My most precious baby..."
"No more?! There is no more?!"
Ah Xing was lost in despair, and unknowingly, he stopped in front of the door of the VIP carriage.
"Why is there no more content?! Why did the story end so abruptly?"
He wiped away his tears and read the last paragraph of the last page carefully.
The story stops in the kitchen, in the last scene where the hero holds his scarred severed hand and bursts into tears.
"Dear Margaret——
——I thought you were dead, a long time ago.
Because of our quarrels for various reasons, we decided to break off our relationship and live separately.
At that time, I felt that we had already died, but the funeral had not yet been held.
When I saw the broken porcelain bowls in the house, the scattered flour, and the bloody wounds that cut open the flesh, and the brighter blood falling on the pink apples, I smelled a strong and unforgettable fishy smell.
I can see clearly that you touched the mask and used the ear strap of the mask to tie a garland knot on your ring finger. I recognized that knot. It was the knotting technique we used to tie each other's aprons.
At that moment, I woke up from the terrifying dark night and stupidly recognized the reality - you are not a walking corpse controlled by evil magic, you are not a sweet and terrifying illusion in my head.
In this desolate and lonely town, just like the first time I saw you - you are the sun rising over the Alps, sweeping away all the haze in my life.
Please forgive me, I have to make you wait a little longer.
——Just for a little while.
I will definitely,
must,
must,
I will definitely bring you back from hell!"
——Staying in the hero's deafening roar, like the sound of gunfire, everything is over.
Those few [must] were like bullets, piercing Bu Liuxing's heart.
There is a tag [To Be ued] to be continued in the following text, as well as Teacher Victor’s full name.
——I saw the host’s name written on the door of the VIP room.
None other than David Victor.
"The author is right in front of me...The author is right in front of me?! Teacher Victor, are you also on this train? Yes!! I'm so lucky!"
Bu Liuxing's face was flushed, he was panting like a cow, and felt like there were ants crawling on his body.
"This weird and bizarre story is like a magician's wand - what evil spell has it cast on me?! There is only one thought left in my mind. I turn to the next page. I really want to know. I really want to know. I really want to know the story of the next issue right away!"
He completely forgot what he was going to do. He knocked on the unfamiliar door and was already lost in front of the VIP compartment of this train.
On his amulet, the bright ruby with a golden lock glowed like a flame.
It seems to have been warning the owner to leave this place quickly.