——Walking like a meteor wandering across the lake, I woke up in the warm big bed in the flight attendant lounge.
The flight attendant prepared a toothbrush, a towel, and a basin of hot water for him. After he washed up, he went to the carriage to look for his travel companions.
Ah Xing quickly thanked him and learned about his sudden drowsiness from the steward.
There are many passengers who suddenly faint like Ah Xing after the mission. The flight attendants will carry these passengers back to the lounge and keep their luggage——
——These passengers have exhausted their mental energy in a high-pressure environment. When they return to a safe environment, their brains will suddenly lose power.
At this time, Ah Xing silently took notes.
"The total duration of the two knight contests should be about twenty-eight minutes, and it should not exceed thirty-five minutes at most. During this time, my pyroxene is glowing. If it exceeds this time, I will fall asleep. Please pay attention next time
Yes - if you sleep in a dangerous environment, Brother Ming will go crazy with anxiety."
When Ah Xing returned to the car, he happened to see Jiang Xueming and Teacher Victor leaning against the car window in silence, closing their eyes and concentrating.
So he greeted warmly: "Hey! Brother Ming! I'm back!"
Jiang Xueming nodded and said nothing. He just patted the seat gently and asked Ah Xing to sit down.
As soon as Asing sat down, he was about to ask Teacher Victor what his zodiac sign was, but when he saw Teacher Victor's serious expression, he stopped talking and skipped the fun part.
When the three of them arrived, Xueming and Victor talked about the destination of their trip and continued the previous question and answer session.
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Xueming took out his laptop and mobile phone, and asked Ah Xing to put his mobile phone into recording mode.
When the two couple's mobile phones were put on the table, Teacher Victor's expression suddenly changed and he wanted to ask.
In order to explain this misunderstanding, Xueming immediately raised his hand, showing his steely straight man's heart on his ring finger.
"I have a waiter, and she has a good relationship with me."
Victor asked casually: "Is this waiter your fiancée?"
Jiang Xueming shook his head: "Not to that extent, I'm considered a blind date arranged by the station, but everyone doesn't seem to agree with me."
"Brother Ming, the recording is on. You have to explain to Brother Qi later... All investigation records must be handed over to our waiter." Bu Liuxing shouted loudly.
Jiang Xueming scratched his head with doubts on his face, wondering what he said was wrong?
"I don't mean anything else... I regard this pair of rings as a testimony of the friendship between the employer and the waiter. But Ling Weng must make the ring according to my ring finger. To be honest... oh...
you..."
Bu Liuxing pursed his lips and kept making bell-ringing gestures, as if he was afraid that Brother Ming wouldn't understand - he tried his best to make dumb speech with his mouth movements.
"I see, Brother Qi is greedy for your body! She has a visual love brain. If you hurt her heart in the recording, make it clear that you will not take the initiative to set up a few tables with her in front of the folks.
, maybe next time you ring the bell to ask Brother Qi to save his life, she will turn to hate out of love when she is unhappy, leaving you to passively set up a few tables in front of the fellow villagers."
"I~~~~~ have no plans to get married for the time being..." Jiang Xueming turned the topic back in a hairpin, "Let's not talk about this anymore, teacher, let's go back to the death partner agency and have a good chat?"
Victor put his hands on the table, played with the pen, and looked out the window into the deep darkness. Unlike the bright area after the dusk pass, there was no such weird sun.
"Let's talk."
Jiang Xueming opened his diary in response, took out his pencil, and entered working mode.
"What was this place, the Death Puppet Agency, before? Has the teacher heard about it?"
"It is a β-level secret. Except for some VIPs related to it, senior engineers or researchers at the station, and some armed personnel at the command post, no one else can access this core secret."
"Can you tell me some scraps? Why can't you know?"
"Because you are still too weak and have too many ideas. If you say it is scraps, I have said it before. I asked the BOSS if there is a section in the underground world that is similar to the boundary between life and death, and if there are any half-dead things.
It is convenient for me to write the next book. It recommended this place to me - anything related to life itself is full of temptation. If you know too much, you will not be able to grasp it."
"Teacher Victor, what you just said was [recommendation], not a direct recommendation, right? Does it mean that this place doesn't completely belong to BOSS? Do you want someone to recommend it?"
"You are as bright as a candle, Jiang Xueming."
"Please also answer these questions clearly."
"Yes, I need a letter of introduction from the BOSS to enter the deepest part of the Death Puppet Agency. It is heavily guarded there. There are more than four military camps in the inner city that I saw, all of which are information-based armies. This letter will allow me to
Enter the core area to investigate the special creatures between life and death."
Victor was silent for a while, seemingly choosing his words carefully for fear of violating BOSS's beta-level confidentiality agreement.
"I can't describe the appearance of this creature, nor can I tell you what it is, but it has many, many appendages, and these appendages will have an impact on us humans. In short, before your body and mind are ready [
Before you break out of your cocoon and become a butterfly, it’s best not to try to explore deeper unknown places.”
Jiang Xueming nodded and then asked.
"How many times have you come here?"
"I can't say, I can only tell you that this is not my first time here."
"Will you bring any necessary combat equipment and props?"
"The light source is very important, and the ability to fight in the dark is also very important. Sometimes you can't trust your own eyes and have to rely on your nose and ears to discern spiritual disasters."
"That is to say, apart from a WALKMAN, Mrs. White's coffee, sticks and pyroxene, you won't bring anything else?"
"Yes, the armed employees will issue me weapons, and I can shoot, but if I want to deal with monsters, I am afraid that the ammunition of small arms will not be of use, even the .50AE bullets for hunting large animals.
It is also difficult to cause effective damage. Heavy weapons such as main battle tanks or self-propelled artillery cannot be deployed in complex and extreme terrain environments. By the time the muzzle is set up, these cunning beasts will have already gone deeper into the underground world.
It's over - I can only fight them with sticks and pyroxene, and my will."
"Why don't you wear spiritual clothes?"
"Sixteen years ago, the station did not issue spiritual clothes. At that time, many passengers died during investigation missions. They repeatedly entered and exited the same plot. The stimulation from many ancient artifacts or spiritual objects made them go crazy -
—The morbidity and mortality rates of newcomers are very high, so we came up with this procurement plan to make swaddling clothes for ordinary passengers. But for us VIPs, the spirit clothes are just a kind of restraint. Which adult have you ever seen?
Wearing children’s crotchless pants on the streets every day?”
"Victor, I suspect you are mocking me."
"Jiang Xueming, I didn't mean that, it was just a metaphor. I really like your flamboyant clothes, which are full of vitality."
Jiang Xueming peered into Teacher Victor's eyes, and the burning look in his eyes didn't seem to be lying.
The instructions for the spirit garment say that although it can protect passengers from the trauma of inspirational stress response, it can also weaken the passengers' inspiration.
Perhaps for VIPs, in a high-pressure and high-risk unfamiliar environment, keen inspiration is more important than anything else. After all, in that environment, any sudden disaster is fatal, and inspiration must not be allowed to become numb.
There is another thing. Teacher Victor just said that this spiritual clothing purchase plan started sixteen years ago, but this writer looks very young - there are no wrinkles in the corners of his eyes, and there are no forehead wrinkles when he occasionally raises his eyebrows.
He has gray hair and no dark circles under his eyes, and he cannot be more than twenty-five years old at most.
Could it be said that this writer started writing books to make money when he was twelve or thirteen years old, and went to the underground world to take risks?
impossible...
No matter how brave the middle school boy is, he is not brave enough to do this, right?
Although Jiang Xueming was very curious in his heart, he still suppressed his curiosity. After all, it is very offensive and disrespectful to ask about other people's personal affairs in the underground world - because this is what hunters usually do.
"Teacher, we are about to get off the bus. Let me sum it up and see if you have missed anything." Jiang Xueming stood up his notebook and faced Victor, "We are going to a dark and lightless place. That place used to be the station.
A key facility later experienced an accident and became a degraded abbreviation for an unknown block."
Victor nodded: "Yes."
Jiang Xueming continued to ask: "From the teacher's description, it should be a city. Why was this city built here? What are its main functions? You can't tell us these things directly because of the confidentiality agreement - but your district
The block is not that far away from the block we want to investigate, right?"
Victor nodded: "Yes, maybe if you encounter difficulties, I can help - of course, provided that I don't encounter difficulties."
Jiang Xueming continued: "It is a place where life and death meet. We currently only know so much information about it."
"Your security officer will tell you the remaining investigation tasks." Victor breathed a sigh of relief, freed from the pressure of Jiang Xueming's interrogation of prisoners. To be honest, he felt like he was keeping secrets in front of readers urging him to update.
Under the pressure of the agreement, neither spoilers nor disappointing readers are allowed, "After all, I don't know which area, street or building you are going to - regarding confidentiality, the station has done a good job in this regard."
"I think it is to prevent random armadillo hunters from appearing in different batches of passengers getting off at the same station. This point-to-point, one-to-one management method is very safe, but it is very labor-intensive. Thank you
Teaching, I have no other questions, teacher." Jiang Xueming was just about to put away his notebook when the strong curiosity emerged in his heart again.
He really couldn't imagine that twelve-year-old Victor, while writing stories, had time to go deep underground to experience such a thrilling life.
If Victor's creative method is always to pursue [real] experience from beginning to end, and write what he sees and hears into his works - this is a task that the twelve-year-old Victor would never be able to complete.
So Jiang Xueming asked anyway.
"Teacher Victor, I have a very, very...very...immature idea that may offend you..."
Victor squinted his eyes with anger on his face: "Don't call me [you]."
Jiang Xueming immediately changed his words: "I have a question that may offend you and I want to ask you for advice."
Victor didn't take it seriously: "You can try to offend me."
"How old are you?" Jiang Xueming regretted it as soon as he asked - when the age was mentioned, a very complicated expression immediately appeared on Victor's face.
How complicated would it be?
On that young face, the corners of the mouth twitched unnaturally, and the emerald-like eyes immediately became dim, and they no longer looked as bright as before.
It can't be said that he is angry, but rather he seems to lament the ruthless sadness and frustration of the years.
Jiang Xueming quickly comforted him: "It's okay if you don't want to answer..."
"Did you...heard me say so many things just now?" Victor waved his hand and did not want to look at Jiang Xueming. He just looked at the boundless darkness outside the window, and his eyes gradually became brighter, reflecting the carriage.
The cold headlights: "I talked about the purchase of spiritual clothes sixteen years ago - are you guessing my real age?"
"Yes." Jiang Xueming was not going to lie, but told the truth: "Teacher, you look very young."
"Because I am an immortal alien." Victor moved his gaze back and stared at the two little guys in front of him, "I am a [Desperado·Desperado], as the literal meaning of the word - I should have died long ago.
,a long long time ago."
Axing took a deep breath: "Teacher, what do you mean, you ate Tang Monk's meat? You became immortal?"
"You can understand it that way." Victor shrugged helplessly and simply leaned back in his chair. Telling the little secret in his heart was a relief.
"Then...teacher, how old are you this year?" Jiang Xueming had more and more questions in his mind, "I can take a look at your passenger ID..."
"No!" Victor suddenly gave Jiang Xueming a fierce look, and in an instant he changed his attitude and explained in a normal way: "To be honest, I'm a little angry. I don't want to say anything more - let's talk about something lighter.
!Children, on a lighter note, would you like to hear my story?"
"Wow!" Ah Xing hurriedly leaned in front of the table, looking like a curious baby.
Jiang Xueming put everything away and wanted to listen attentively.
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The story begins.
"In 1810, an aristocratic family from the old era made a lot of money. In the fourth year after the fall of the Holy Roman Empire, they bought a piece of land in a small place to make a living - Austria was not called Austria at that time.
A couple gave birth to a big fat boy."
"That boy's name is David Victor."
"He learned horseback riding, archery and hunting, and finally fell in love with writing books. At the age of twenty-four, he went to prison just like you. Even the reason for going to prison was exactly the same. He wanted to experience life."
"He wanted to write a more realistic story and made an agreement with the warden of the prison to personally experience the miserable life in prison and share the joys and sorrows with other inmates."
"But the warden secretly used a trick to convict David's false crime into a real crime, and beheaded him in public six months later. The warden wanted to use this method to knock out a child from David's family.
A ransom."
"Boy David is very angry, not because the warden extorted money from his family, but because other criminals simply don't have this opportunity to redeem their lives with money - if boy David uses this privilege, he will not be able to experience it.
Real prison life."
"This is also true. During his sentence as a hostage, he received various privileges from the jailers. His clothes, food and drink were all specially provided. All the jailers in the entire prison were afraid that this meat ticket would be wronged in the cell."
"During his sentence, he was tortured. Poor and vicious criminals formed a gang, evaded the jailer's detection, and beat the master wantonly in private."
"The more the warden treasures this meat ticket, the more the criminals want to tear him into pieces."
"Fortunately, he survived. Not only did he survive, he was also able to fight——"
"David would share meals with his fellow prisoners. Even if the criminals beat him, he hoped to eat the same food as his fellow prisoners and it would be written in the book."
"David would distribute clothes to his fellow inmates. Even if these criminals beat him, he hoped to wear the same clothes as his fellow inmates and be included in the book."
"David was willing to be whipped with the bad guys who escaped from prison because it would make it into the books."
"There were also inmates who were illiterate. David would write letters for them and send them back to their hometowns."
"Even David Boy didn't know it. Unknowingly, he had become an idol star in the eyes of criminals and a leader."
"Perhaps it is empathy and sympathy, as well as the appeal of the strong homesickness in the letters home, but David doesn't want to be an idol at all. He hopes to have a fair heart-to-heart talk with his friends instead of always hearing
[You] are all frightened and timid."
"David Victor became the great writer Victor in the words of his friends."
"Everyone doesn't even know what crime such a person committed to end up in prison and beheaded."
"They didn't want David to die, so they first chopped off the head of the warden, and then asked the big brother with the best performance in the prison to find someone to chop off the head of the old judge who handed down the verdict."
"This time David and his friends are adding more crime to their crime - as the sentence is approaching, Mr. Victor builds a magnificent theater in Vienna in order to let his son survive."
"To celebrate this, David Boy and all the local criminals were given the chance to post bail."
"Victor's family owed huge debts and turned from a billionaire to a multi-millionaire. David had to leave his hometown and fled to the United States to work for the Pacific Railway Company. He had to write books and pay off his parents' debts, just like
It's you, Jiang Xueming, you once had to repay your parents' debts. During this trip, David met a Chinese and an Englishman. That's another story, and it will probably be a long one.
A long time.”
The story is over.
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The train is slowing down——
——The city is getting closer.
In the darkness, the basic electrification facilities of satellite towns and railway signal lights can be vaguely seen.
They have been abandoned for a long time and no residents live here.
The city has high walls and towers at the entrance, and the underground river and internal circulation waterway system is very advanced. It looks like a fortress built for survival in the doomsday after a thermonuclear war.
Far, far away, there is a huge cliff reflected by the city lights.
The station was getting closer and closer, and we could already see the red flag in the pilot's hand and hear the station manager's whistle.
Jiang Xueming and Bu Liuxing, two little guys, stayed in Mr. Victor's story.
They don't know whether what the VIP said is true or false. Maybe this story is a beautiful fairy tale made up by the writer.
But there are still a few questions and a bit of reluctance.
Jiang Xueming is a man of daily life, he must grasp the key points.
"Teacher Victor, according to you, you should be two hundred years old...how did you live so long?"
Victor used deceit and said it in one sentence: "You only ask my age and why I can live so long. That is another story. I have to pay for telling stories. Everyone's life and their own stories are often
It was the hardest thing to write—and there wasn’t enough time.”
Jiang Xueming also wanted to ask: "What do you know about BOSS? It says it's called Aohun...I..."
David Victor didn't speak, just looked at Xueming, with infinite tenderness in his eyes, as if to say: "Please, curious little baby, I have to go to work."
The teacher took out a pen and wrote down the phone number in Jiang Xueming's notebook, and then stopped talking. He made a sign of six with one hand and shook it gently by his ear - meaning, contact him often when he has time.
came the sweet voice of the announcer.
The three of them got out of the car with their baggage and walked all the way from the platform to further places without anyone speaking.
At the safety post, which is crowded with people, it is cut by six ruthless gate diversion roads.
Far away——
——Bu Liuxing pursed his lips, with tears filling his eyes. He remembered that he had not said thank you properly to the teacher, so he screamed.
Ah Xing didn't know what to say, he just had fun in his mind, looking for some filler, and took photos of the encounters on this trip with his mobile phone, trying to turn the moment into eternity.
Victor turned around, still as nimble as ever, smiled at the camera, and shouted the same loudly: "The last competition may last longer! It will last a lifetime - two little guys! I hope we can always meet by chance in the car.
!Whoever doesn’t come! Whoever doesn’t come will lose!”
"Okay! I won't give up!" Axing shouted loudly: "Teacher! Don't worry! If I have a child! I will definitely not let him write a book! If he dares to write! I will break his legs! If there is another problem at home,
You can’t make money like this!”
"Hahahahahaha!" Victor laughed heartily: "Hahahahahaha! Hahahahaha! Hahahahahaha!"
Ah Xing kept wiping his tears. He couldn't wipe them clean with one hand while carrying his bag, so Xueming helped him wipe his other eye.
"Teacher! What is your zodiac sign?!"
Victor didn't answer or say goodbye.
He puffed out his cigarette and disappeared.
Jiang Xueming thought carefully and silently recorded in the diary in her hand.
"Teacher Victor gave us many precious gifts."
"When I first met him, he didn't seem like an easy person to deal with."
"But after getting along for a long time, it will make people sigh. It seems that in just twenty hours, we have developed a friendship that is difficult to let go."
"If what he said is true, he was one of the three musketeers two hundred years ago. He and his two companions traveled in the western United States to build railways on the red rock desert Gobi. Maybe he didn't want to mention it.
Something, the secret of longevity that he didn’t want to talk about, is related to the two friends he mentioned. The end of the story is like this diversion gate——"
"——David Victor and his two companions bid farewell to the uncertainties of life and death."
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The two of them stopped in front of the gate.
Bu Liuxing: "Actually, there was something that happened just now. From the story the teacher told me, I felt very confused."
Jiang Xueming: "Me too, I guess we are thinking about the same thing."
Bu Liuxing: "We clearly did not give the log to Mr. David..."
Jiang Xueming: "Why does he know...Axing, you want to go to jail?"
Bu Liuxing: "Why does the teacher know that Brother Xueming wants to repay his parents' debts?"
Both of them shuddered when they thought about it.