——Vincent's eyes are cold, while Victor's eyes are hot.
One is calm and indifferent. The other is arrogant and obsessed.
"At this moment -" David Victor spoke first: "-you must want to know the whereabouts of Jack Martin, Vincent, isn't that right? The impression of your face in Jack's mind, the use of adjectives
It is so appropriate, like a piece of red copper, which has been carved with knives, axes and polished with stone powder, and is full of mystery like ancient cultural relics."
Vincent was about to open the dinner plate, take out his gun and shoot this weirdo who looked like the Perfume Bottle Gang on the spot without saying a word.
David Victor immediately added the conditions, "Don't you want to know? Don't you want to know at all? Don't want to know my identity? Don't want to know where the young man Jack Martin has gone?"
The muzzle of the gun moved towards David's eyebrows.
Wen Bucai: "I thought he was dead."
"So ruthless? So unjust?" David Victor frowned, and said to himself in anxiety and confusion: "It is completely different from the character described by the profile of the little character Jack!"
The words have not yet fallen.
"Bang!--"
Vincent pulled the trigger.
The bullet almost missed Mr. David's face.
The projectile shattered the clay flowerpot at the end of the corridor.
The gunfire echoed in the narrow corridor, and when the loud noise subsided, Vincent recovered from the shock.
Shot missed!
Why?
Why did I fail?
Is this gun not reliable enough? Not trustworthy enough?
At this time, David Victor crumpled up a piece of manuscript paper in his hand - it was this piece of paper that attracted Vincent's attention and allowed [Hell Highway] to briefly control Vincent's mind.
It took a split second for Vincent to miss.
Compared with the [oath] written directly on the victim - this kind of remote mind control can only last for a few seconds. As long as you don't observe and understand these words, you will not be affected.
Hearing the sound of gunshots, many guests in the hotel woke up from their dreams. In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, Mr. David took out a pen and paper and wrote a bedtime note to soothe the nerves and help him sleep in just over ten seconds.
story, hang it on the most conspicuous railing in the corridor.
Vincent saw these guests and passers-by open the door, take a look outside, and see clearly the contents of the paper on the armrest - they all yawned profusely, then retreated to their rooms to sleep.
Vincent felt horrified in his heart - the strange man's special ability in front of him made him feel incredible.
"You must be curious about me, Vincent." David Victor stepped forward quickly, as if he were a fanatical suitor of a celebrity idol——
Victor took a step forward, and Vincent took a step back.
Victor swore to explain, but Vincent threatened him at gunpoint.
Victor was not afraid of death, and Vincent's back was already leaning against the window.
"We are going to talk on the same bed holding a candle at night. From day to night, we have to fully understand your life story before it ends. If necessary, I would like to know if you have any relatives around you." Victor said, taking out
New paper: "I already know a lot of your stories about little Jack. It's hard to write a book with such ambiguous words. Please tell me more! Please tell me more! Mr. Vincent..."
"You..." Vincent hesitated, but did not dare to shoot rashly.
[What is this guy’s special ability?]
[I will never miss... Then there is only one reason for my miss - he can control my wrist! Can he control my body?]
[Obviously he can control the battle situation and my body. From the time we met to now, this strange man has not hurt me... Why?]
[Is he an enemy or a friend?]
[What is his soul power?]
David Victor looked enthusiastic and vomited out the questions in his heart one by one.
"Vincent, you're here to seek revenge on the Perfume Bottle Gang, right?"
Vincent remained silent.
David Victor was very disappointed when he couldn't get an answer. He suppressed his arrogant pride, lowered his body and made a reasonable request.
"Forgive me for being offended. I want to know everything about you. There are too many questions and too many unknown mysteries! Where do you come from? About your story before you came to the United States?"
"You are an Oriental, and you have a soul called Jiu Kuang! What is its special ability?"
"Your soul power is very powerful. 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 try what it feels like to receive such a punch... How on earth did it come out?
As for boxing, words alone cannot fully reflect its power!"
"When you were attacked by Sullivan Okopela's soul power, you actually ate more than forty pounds of horse meat! This is definitely not something ordinary people can do! According to the medical common sense I understand, the internal organs should have been overdue long ago.
Necrosis after this feeding!"
"Why are you on the tracks after a dust storm?"
"Are you waiting? Are you waiting for someone to save you? Are you waiting for Jack to give you some water?
"The boots next to you, who was its original owner?"
"You obviously have such a powerful internal organs and soul, but I believe that this sandstorm and the hot sun cannot kill you at all. Why would you seek death?"
"No, maybe..."
"You are not Homo/Homo sapiens (HOMO) in the broad sense. Are you not human at all?"
"——All of this makes me curious..."
Under David Victor's repeated questioning, Vincent's expression changed frequently! He was as panicked as when he was exposed to a secret and revealed his inner thoughts!
"That's enough! You're fucking annoying me to death!" Vincent's expression turned gloomy and terrifying at that moment, and the phantom of the god suddenly appeared behind him.
——At the moment when the alcoholic mania reveals itself!
David Victor's expression was as if he had seen the most beautiful work of art in the world.
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[it……]
[It's... so beautiful.]
Vincent took a deep breath.
Immediately afterwards, [Drunk Maniac]'s fists fell like fine rain!
The moment he punched, Vincent realized something was wrong!
David Victor's body didn't feel like he had been hit by a punch. It was like a fallen leaf blowing in the wind and rain - the material on his body was made of oval punch marks by the violent wind of the punch, like a puppet on a string.
The impact caused him to tremble.
Vincent was convinced again - although his fist had been thrown out, it didn't feel like it had hit at all.
David Victor was unscathed, and when he came into physical contact with Vincent, he had already left writings on the other person's body.
"You can't hurt me anymore! Wen Bucai!"
Wen Bucai's pupils were trembling, and he still couldn't figure out what dirty trick the other party had used.
David explained: "I used the soul power of [Hell Highway] to write on you [You must not use the soul power to attack David Victor privately before my permission]. You can no longer use the soul power."
Come to hurt me!"
At this moment, little Jack stared blankly at the door. When he heard the conversation outside the door, he was heartbroken.
[Mr. Vincent lost? Did he lose?!]
[Not only the body is divided into three, six or nine levels, but the soul is also divided into high and low levels?!]
[Vincent’s spirit body is no match for Victor!]
[Although I don’t know what Mr. David will do to us...]
[But I'm still so scared——]
[——The completely unimaginable fear is the scariest thing!]
[Will I lose my memory? Will it really be like what Mr. David said! Just like pouring butter to cure constipation, pouring in a lot of false memories?! And then lose this memory in an unclear way?]
[Hell's Highway...Hell's Highway!]
[Don’t do that kind of thing!]
...
...
[Part2·Ruthless Beating]
Outside the guest room——
——David Victor made a request to Vincent just like he would face a front desk lady or a prostitute.
"It's a little offensive to say it, but I came to Arizona just to collect information. The specific topic of the collection revolves around the two major races of the yellow race and the Indians——"
David Victor vowed and moved closer, the pen in his hand almost touching Vincent's neck, but Vincent could not force the spirit to fight back. The drunkard's fist hit out and hovered on the bridge of Victor's nose.
forward.
"——Especially you, you are not talented in writing. In the next book, I want to write a story with a yellow race as the protagonist."
"This race is very strange. As far as national character is concerned, they all seem to be blessed with a kind of [endurance]. Whether it is to endure punishment and torture, physical or mental pain, or endure the kind of [hunger] caused by delayed gratification.
Feeling], all performed outstandingly.”
"Endurance! Endurance! Endurance is the fundamental factor for apes to become humans——"
"——After losing his hair, he runs more than ten kilometers every day for hunting activities. In the eyes of other life on earth, this is simply an incredible and terrifying story."
"I want to know all this, Mr. Wen Bucai. If you can let go of your worries and take the initiative to talk to me about these things, take the initiative to uncover your scars and pain again, and show me the bloody wounds.
.”
"How did your people suffer oppression and endure pain? How did they die from overwork, and how did they carry the railroad tracks 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 saying these words.
The atmosphere at the scene obviously became uncomfortable.
Mr. David saw that Vincent's eyes were bloodshot, and majestic 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 wound of this wild beast, like a tiger cub asking him to kidnap David, threatening to kill him.
Mr. David was still chattering. He was curious and surprised, and was delighted by Vincent's expression.
"So you can get angry too! Does this look like this when you are angry? I have to write it down... Unfortunately, in order to ensure the safety of my life, you can no longer attack me with [Alcoholic]."
"Kacha!——"
Under dim light.
A fist the size of a sandbag hit Mr. David on the chin.
It squeezed David's cheek fully, causing three broken teeth to fly out from the gap in the corner of his mouth.
They flew over the rafters and past Jack Martin's sidelong glance, blood and spit flying everywhere.
Vincent gritted his teeth, his eyes almost popped out of his sockets, his fists scratched his flesh, and there was bright red blood.
"What did you ask just now? Use your leaky mouth! Say it again with your rotten tongue!?"
In response to the force of this punch, David fell to the ground paralyzed. Under Vincent's terrifying muscle power, 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 described it endlessly: "Like a newborn deer! Your legs are like a newborn deer! You can't stop shaking!"
Victor's will to fight was very strong. He was still mumbling, holding his crooked and fractured jaw, with an unbelievable look 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 just fly me with your body! Vincent, you are not a human being, are you? 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 to punch David Victor, a piece of red and green "rag", into the wooden floor with continuous high-speed punches like hitting rice cakes!
The moment David completely lost consciousness.
Jack escaped from the control of [Hell's Highway] and ran out of the room rolling and crawling.
"Wait a minute! Wait a minute! Vincent! Wait a minute! Mr. David is not from the Perfume Bottle Gang! He is not your revenge target!"
"Jack?" Vincent stopped beating David mercilessly.
In the pool of blood, you can see the miserable appearance of Mr. David with a bruised nose and swollen face, and misaligned cheekbones. You can hear his feeble moans and screams, and you can also see that weird and peaceful smile of satisfaction, as if he was enjoying this wonderful beating experience.
And feel happy.
Jack rushed forward and hugged David Victor tightly.
"Vincent! He's just a writer... He didn't mean to hurt me..."
Vincent's face was full of confusion: "That's it?"
Jack Martin: "That's it!"
…
…
After a day of trimming.
——Around four o'clock in the afternoon.
Three men were sitting at a dining table, each holding their own thoughts and ideas.
Vincent's road to revenge is full of difficulties and dangers, and he needs helpers. No one can guide him. This yellow man who has lost his work badge and identity certificate can't even enter the circus of perfume bottles.
If Jack Martin doesn't engage in loss-making business, he should at least earn back his bullets and gold.
David Victor has to take a break from publishing due to injury, and will not return to his hometown without getting more secrets.
They have the same goal, and the first place they want to go to is the most popular [Beast Exoticarium] in Sloth Town.
"What is certain is that the owner of the Curio Museum is a cadre of perfume bottles." Vincent pointed out the only way to go.
Mr. David's face was covered with thick bandages. After Mr. Vincent's tempering, he had become much more honest.
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 will enter the Museum of Curiosities together... right? Speaking of which, I have always wanted to visit this place.
look."
Mr. Jack couldn't wait any longer.
"Then what are you waiting for?! I've been so wronged in the past two days! Take me to have fun quickly! The billboard also says circus show! There are underwear shows and strippers, there are knife shows and magic... I
…”
Jack spoke slower and slower because the two people at the table looked at him in a strange way.
Vincent had a cold look on his face.
David was full of curiosity.
David Victor is thinking - why is little Jack always so optimistic when he goes to the bandits' den and still wants to have fun? Are they all so brave?
Skip these interludes.
It was already dusk when the three of them arrived at the ticket office of the Museum of Curiosities.
The setting sun reflected on the large dome tent, and the red sand stained the advertising slogan with a layer of dust.
The background image of a yellow monkey and a chimpanzee tells a racially charged picture book story, coupled with a famous quote from Socrates. This is the slogan of the Sloth Town Curio Museum.
[Are you eating to survive, or are you eating to survive?]