There are still the last four paper balls in [Trophy].
Victor uncovered them one by one.
The first is the story that Jiang Xueming is most concerned about——
——The life story of David Victor himself is also the most important historical description on the passenger ID.
Victor took Mrs. Bai's coffee from Jiang Xueming's hand and took a sip.
In this gap between exhalation and exhalation, the two little guys tensed up and had a vague inspiration - something was about to happen!
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The sacred ghost phantom appeared again, rushing towards the two of them at a speed that was difficult to catch with the naked eye.
Xueming instinctively wanted to raise her hands to cover her face, but she saw the heart-shaped tail piercing her arms like a sharp arrow and heading towards the door!
He felt a burning sting rooted in his soul, madly torturing his inspiration. The tail was like a sharp pen, writing new characters one after another on his body.
But he wasn't afraid at all... instead he felt - a wonderful tranquility.
"Where should I start? Where should I start? This story..." Teacher Victor frowned slightly, as if he was considering the starting point when creating a story.
The scorching air rushed towards my face, and there were burning fires everywhere. The thirsty tongues of fire swallowed everything along the carriage.
Everything began to fall apart, like a cracked lens, burned to ashes under the colorful golden-red flames.
Jiang Xueming looked at Bu Liuxing——
——A Xing also looked stunned and dumb, as if he had been enchanted by the most wonderful illusion magic in the world, his eyes following the illusions that collapsed and shattered in the flames.
This phantom of fire tore open the dark subway and crushed every corner of the carriage, revealing another piece of heaven and earth.
Follow the story of Teacher Victor——
——Far, far away, a false phantom sun rose from the sky, illuminating the red rock Gobi Desert and two railroad tracks crossing the Grand Canyon.
Cast and molded under the sweat and flesh of Chinese craftsmen.
Steam and steel give it body, sweat and gold give it soul.
The blazing wind is like a horse driver wielding a long whip, blowing the thick clouds to the northeast, leaving behind a gauze-like mist of dust on the Gobi Desert. Gradually in the dry season of summer and autumn, it turns into
A deadly sandstorm.
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"The story begins here -" Victor led the two students into this illusion: "In 1840, under the pull of fate, three young people came together."
Jiang Xueming followed in the footsteps of Teacher Victor and covered his face with his hands to protect himself from the wind. The billowing red dust that hit his face was so exciting that he could hardly open his eyes.
Everything he saw before him made him have more and more questions.
——Is this really an illusion? Is this the strength of the teacher?
My nerves and my five senses are affected by Teacher Victor’s superpower. Can I really see, hear, and touch all of this?
——Back to 1840? Back to the red rock highlands next to the Grand Canyon? Back to these two railroad tracks?
Bu Liuxing was so surprised that he couldn't speak. He could feel his big leather boots stepping on the soft loose gravel and the hot sleepers.
The moment the dust dispersed - the whole sky and earth lit up.
Victor led the way, pointing at the people on the railroad tracks in the distance.
"Right ahead, there is a Chinese who is about to commit suicide by lying on the train. His name is Wen Bucai. He works at the Three Harmonies Society in San Francisco. He speaks English and his English name is Vincent."
Jiang Xueming immediately followed him, and when the three of them stopped beside the railway track, they saw a yellow man as skinny as a bone, lying on his side on the railway track.
The man's head was lying on the rail, his eyes were firm and decisive, and he only wanted to die.
Bu Liuxing: "Teacher! Is he your friend?"
Victor: "My most important friend."
Bu Liuxing: "Why did he die?"
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——The train is coming. Black smoke is emitting from the coal stove, driving the iron wheels of the giant beast towards this place.
The rumble of metal and the shrill whistle sounded like a death knell to the desperado on the railroad tracks.
The strong wind stirred up the Chinese worker's clothes——
——Countless Yellow Pages contracts flew out from the lining pocket, as well as a Chamber of Commerce certificate.
These things answer Bu Qiuxing's question.
Victor grabbed one of the yellow pages contracts and showed it to the two students.
"My good friend Wen Bucai followed the human traffickers from Fuzhou Port to San Francisco. He was hired by the Pacific Railway Company to translate for people from two countries, and introduced more Chinese workers to come to the west to dig for gold and build roads and make a fortune.
Wealth. But - things are not as good as he thought."
At that moment, Teacher Victor roared, with majestic anger coming from his heart.
"The brothers and sisters who set out with him, docked with him, and built the railway together through life and death have all turned into blood-stained contracts of betrayal. On every sleeper, there are the dead souls of his brothers and sisters from the same hometown."
Uncovering the dusty history, these Yellow Pages contracts flying in the sky are like the scars on Wen Bucai's chest——
——Look at him, he is struggling, like a fish in a dry river bed desperate for survival. He wants to reach out and grab these flying lightweight papers, so that these scars can refill the big hole in his chest.
Ah Xing was so absorbed in what he saw that he wanted to grab the pages in the illusion and help the stranger in the illusion. But he couldn't touch anything. This was a long, long time ago in David Victor's memory.
a past event.
"Someone came to save him? Right? Teacher? You came to save him, right?" Asing licked his lips and saw the North American gray wolf crouching in the grass, always waiting for an opportunity, and the crow circling above his head.
They are also waiting - waiting for the food on the rails to die completely, waiting for the fact that the top predators on the earth are completely dead.
Only after confirming this matter can these scavengers dare to risk their lives and come up to feast.
"Someone is coming." Jiang Xueming looked into the distance, a fast horse rushed towards the railway, "It's a white man."
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boom--
The sudden sound of gunfire startled the crows away.
The jackal in the grass crouched lower and hid deeper.
A smile appeared on Teacher Victor's face: "That's my other partner - his name is Jack Martin."
The spurs on the leather boots stepped on the railway track, making a clear metallic sound.
The leather of the hip pocket was covered with dust and foal feces, attracting blood flies and mosquitoes from time to time.
With his thick knuckles, he pressed his thumb against the bullet nest, took off a bullet case, and replaced it with a new copper bullet. There was a police badge seal with a five-pointed star on his chest.
A red-necked cowboy held a kettle and a gun in his hands, leaned on his knees, and lowered his head to carefully observe the Chinese workers on the railroad tracks.
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The picture is frozen here, motionless.
Victor introduced the young police sergeant to his two apprentices: "He is the child of a gun-maker in England's Industrial Revolution era. He has made great contributions to the British royal family. His family is rich and powerful, and he is not willing to just hang around like this."
After waiting for death all his life, he came to the wild west to punish rape and eliminate evil."
It's like a video tape starts to fast forward - gunfire, horses and tumbleweeds flash past in this red wilderness.
Victor continued.
"These two friends got into a lot of trouble. In the bandit-ridden West, a haven for [carnivores], they had to deal with the minions of the Pacific Railroad and more than two hundred gunmen in a small town.
Ogre."
Following the confusing illusion of the changing winds and clouds, the three people quickly arrived in front of this brightly lit and prosperous town.
Victor introduced this night town.
"The name of this gang is [Perfume Bottle], and its history can be traced back to the mercury-fulminated gunpowder gun 'Perfume Bottle' of the same name. If you want to join it, you must hold a ritual of cannibalism. After passing this ceremony, you can become a Perfume Bottle."
The people he helped turned into ogres."
There were many high towers on both sides, and next to the dark main entrance, there were bright red cigarette butts and guns in the hands of patrolmen.
On the other side is a bustling commercial street, with the smell of Magu tobacco, barbecued meats and various kinds of sausages and delicacies floating in the air, almost leaving Ah Xing's soul here.
The escort girl is in all her glory, soliciting customers in front of the archways, casinos, taverns and hotels in the alleyways.
Victor walked and talked all the way.
"At that time, I was sketching in a hotel in this town and met these two friends. I had a fight with them first, then had a drink with them, and finally set off with them. I wanted to write about the most exciting and powerful things in my life.
s story."
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Speaking of this, Teacher Victor lifted the illusion——
——The flames ignited again, burning through the entire world, and turned back into a VIP carriage.
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Jiang Xueming is still immersed in that kind of divine power, unable to extricate himself. Those memories are like what really happened——
——In the fantasy, the unwilling roar of the Chinese worker and the frivolous demeanor of the cowboy when he appeared on the stage were all so real.
It's just that Teacher Victor doesn't want to go any further, and he doesn't want the two apprentices to see the young and immature David in their memories.
"Teacher...what happened next? Why didn't you let us continue reading? The story of the three musketeers...why didn't you exist?" Bu Liuxing had strong curiosity in his eyes. He also wanted to know how he made friends.
Yes, how the fight was fought, how the wine was drunk.
Victor coughed softly: "I was beaten up by one of their bastards until my nose was bruised and my face was swollen. It's really not convenient for me to show you these things..."
Jiang Xueming then asked: "What happened next? Did you succeed?"
"It's just like all cliché heroic adventure stories." Victor said with a smile: "We showed off our skills and killed everyone. We burned down the human circus in the town."
"Human circus?" Bu Liuxing didn't quite understand the meaning of this word.
"It's a very, very scary entertainment place. People of different skin colors from all over the world are captured, their limbs cut off or poisoned to create deformities, and they are put into the zoo for people to enjoy." When Victor was discussing these things, he seemed to think of some bad things.
remember.
When Jiang Xueming heard the word "play reward", he became furious.
Victor continued: "We competed with the big leader of the Perfume Bottle Gang again and again, but this beast in human skin is a veteran in casinos and keeps doing tricks. His men respectfully call him the great leader.
To praise his spirit and willpower - but in the end, he died."
The teacher unfolded the note completely and prepared to put it in the wastebasket column.
"We toasted to celebrate, cut our fingers, and drank blood wine according to the Chinese custom of making blood alliances - and finally parted ways at the east coast ferry. Little Sheriff Jack returned to England, and I went further afield to collect writing materials.
, but the literary talent is not good..."
Bu Liuxing asked excitedly: "This Chinese worker has avenged blood for his compatriots! He must be very happy, right?"
"We helped many village residents. Later, these residents sent me a cross-border email - they said that Wen Bucai returned to the railway and lay down on it." Victor said calmly about the ending of the story: "I
I don’t understand why he did this, I’m afraid he was trying to atone for his sins.”
Jiang Xueming was very surprised: "Is he dead?"
Victor sat back by the car window and looked at the endless dark abyss.
"He disappeared and I never saw him again. Little Jack and I followed the railway for a long time and didn't find his body. If it weren't for the first time we met, I had a fight with him and was beaten up by him.
If he loses several teeth, you will mistake him for a ghost, a lifeless person, like a walking zombie."
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"Teacher, you told us before that you are like a desperado." Returning to reality, Jiang Xueming asked relentlessly: "But the people in the Death Puppet Agency City are all locked by runes, but you are different...
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Xueming is still very curious and still doesn't understand where Victor's power of eternal youth comes from.
Victor pressed his lips with one hand, asking Xueming, a curious baby, to put away his curiosity and stop asking any more questions.
Immediately afterwards, the VIP unveiled the next paper ball.
"Why did you happen to meet me when you were returning? The reason is very simple. My two silly apprentices, I also want to [try my luck] like you. I stayed at the Death Partner Station for four days
, hoping to find you - finally I waited, which makes me ecstatic."
Bu Liuxing felt mixed emotions in his heart and didn't know what to say.
This teacher really helped them a lot. Each question he asked was more difficult than the next. His enthusiasm for teaching and his hope and joy that his students would grow up quickly were definitely not fake.
Victor just wants to see the two little guys getting better - nothing else.
The teacher once lost a very precious friend, although Ah Xing could only glimpse a little bit of it from the story, a little bit of details.
If you think about it carefully, David and Sheriff Jack finally reached the final ferry with their companions who share life and death, drank, fought and played with guns, but they didn't expect that this would be the last time in their lives.
Xueming bowed deeply.
"Thank you, teacher, I think I shouldn't ask these questions. After all, teacher, you said that your own life is the most difficult story to write - can you talk about these things to the two of us? I really don't know how.
Thank u."
Uncover the next ball of paper.
Victor smiled and showed the stupid students a clear path.
"If you want to make money and earn pyroxene coins, you can try your luck at red stone-based chambers of commerce and schools. They are also ferocious [carnivores]. Their way of expressing feelings is simple and direct, and they all have a clear distinction between love and hate.
People don't know how to twist and turn, but they are different from the ogres two hundred years ago - they like the delicacies of the underground world and the [food and sex] in Chinese culture. Jiang Xueming, I remember you are a cook, right?
You can use this craft to make money - go to the BOSS and ask for a pass to District 18. Get off the bus at Mimir Hot Spring Market. If you encounter any trouble, shout loudly, I am David Victor.
Students, someone will naturally come to help you."
Bu Liuxing pursed his lips: "Thank you, teacher! Thank you!"
After that, the big boy went up and gave him a bear hug - but Victor didn't refuse this time.
It's like two flames colliding together——
——When hugging each other with Meteor, Victor can think of many, many things.
His good friend, little Sheriff Jack, is also a crybaby and can't hide anything in his eyes.
His good friend, Mr. Wen Bucai, also has cold eyes like obsidian, just like Jiang Xueming.
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Jiang Xueming cares very much——
——There is one last paper ball in the glass.
It was the "wrong answer" added by Teacher Victor himself. What exactly was written on that piece of paper?
"Teacher, can I see the last question? It is both a question and an answer...I really want to know..."
"We can only choose the [only path] in our hearts - apprentice. This is the rope I use to kidnap the readers. Any story in the series cannot have a clear ending, otherwise the readers will be [full]
, these [carnivores] will leave contentedly and never come back." Victor raised his eyebrows with a stern expression: "If we can meet again, my two silly apprentices, if you can stay in this dark place
If you meet me again in the underground, I will give you this answer. You must live! I will also work hard to live!"
"Yes!" Bu Liuxing let go of the teacher and nodded vigorously.
Jiang Xueming also nodded.
"I have to continue working." Victor urged the two little guys to leave quickly.
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When the two energetic young men were gone, Victor closed the door.
He bit the penholder and swept all the waste paper on the table into the wastepaper basket.
Then open the last paper ball.
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"In 1840, the mysterious leader of the Perfume Bottle Gang recruited countless workers in the name of helping the Pacific Railroad Company build railroads."
"This leader with extremely strong mental power, under the pretext of building roads, spent huge financial and material resources to secretly dig ancient ruins, trying to find the blood of the saints in Eastern legends to make the elixir of youth."
"Wen Bucai, Jack Martin, and me, the three of us crushed his ambitions and destroyed his cannibal gang."
"I'm afraid this leader never thought from the beginning to the end that the reason for his failure was just because of the more than 30 lives on his hands, and just because he pissed off an ordinary Chinese worker from Fuzhou Port."
"Until his death, he didn't understand why glory and wealth couldn't buy our hearts. He couldn't figure out why we had to fight with him again and again for the more than 30 human lives he said were "worthless."
A battle of life and death. He has never regretted it and is unwilling to understand it."
"Little Jack and I drank the blood of Wen Bucai. We didn't feel anything was wrong at first, until two or three bosses of my publishing house were changed. I was so jealous that I tortured Conan Doyle to death.
After enduring Tolstoy and even Hemingway, I discovered that I am so young and have never aged."
"Perhaps Wen Bucai is the holy man that the leader has been looking for. His blood can refine the elixir of youth - no wonder I was beaten to pieces by this monster."
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Teacher Victor sighed deeply.
I was silently glad in my heart.
Fortunately Jiang Xueming did not choose this note.
I'm glad that the manuscript I wrote in a hurry - no one saw it.
"My two silly disciples, may everything along the way, like Rune, be a blessing to protect you."