Ms. Selena Clara pushed her wheelchair onto the overcrowded sightseeing boat——
"——I really can't believe all this."
Half a month ago, she had another name, Violet Heinz.
She was the geisha of the perfume bottle, one of the top bitches in Arizona, but now she has lost all her memories and has a new life.
"About what you said, the adventures in the wilderness of the Colorado River Valley and the rainforest." Selena held her silk scarf gloves in her mouth and tried her best to push the heavy wheelchair.
Victor leaned forward slightly and pulled out the hair from the wheel——
——Selena's mental state is very poor. She often loses her hair and gets stuck in all kinds of strange places.
"Miss Selina, that was not my intention. I did not want you to believe this story."
"What people can't get in life usually has to use other methods to pursue it and satisfy it."
"It seems that it will never come true, so the dream is beautiful and out of reach - the story of chivalry is fascinating, but it is difficult to happen in reality."
"Hey..." Selina pushed Victor into the narrow cabin of the sightseeing boat. She changed into a peasant girl's dress. Her linen skirt matched her tall figure of more than two meters. It seemed that there was a steady stream of vitality coming from this outfit.
Emerging from a healthy body.
"Don't you need to include my name? You are so wicked!"
Selena sneered and said——
"——Violet? Violet Heinz? A slut who poisoned customers? A spider freak? And you want to start a new life with my name? Aha?!"
David Victor did not respond. He was very grateful to Miss Selina for giving him a ride. He clasped his hands and hugged the cross. The silver chain hung from his wrist and rested between his eyebrows and forehead.
"Thank you for your generosity, Selina. You have a new life, but Violet does not have this opportunity. She cannot change her fate and can only passively accept it."
"I won't pursue this stigmatized story character! Not many people will care anyway..." Selena's smile is very simple, it is simple and generous, under the sparkling waves, under the warmth
In the morning sun, with his back to the coastline, he exposed his eighteen teeth and expressed a happy smile unscrupulously: "I don't know who will like this kind of story... It's really strange..."
Selina Klarna put down her playbook and Broadway schedule. She hung the announcement letter from the Vienna Golden Theater on Victor's bedside - she had noble people to help her in her life.
Although she didn't know who this noble man was, at least she understood that the next trip to Austria should be smooth sailing.
Here's what David Victor didn't explain clearly -
——In order to atone for his sins and to keep 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 had to hold theatrical performances for twenty years, recruiting artists from all over the world to gain popularity.
"The more people lack something, the more they long for it." Victor pushed his wheelchair and stopped at the small table next to the bed: "If there is no freedom and love, just sing about freedom and love."
"If there is no courage and friendship, we should sing the praises of courage and friendship. If there is no wealth, we should sing the praises of wealth."
"One day I won't have to write knight-errant stories, then the people who represent these stories - have been integrated into everyone's life and become nameless sentient beings."
Ms. Selina had no idea. She only knew that Mr. Victor had an eccentric temper and was a very verbose storyteller——
——The past few months in the American continent had left her exhausted. She remembered working with the village women on the farm in the small town, drying straw to drive cattle and sheep, and fighting bugs and milking cows in the hot and humid cattle pens.
, just to stay close to life, just to write a few songs that Americans also like to listen to.
She wished she could return to the civilized world as soon as possible, squeeze into the palace theater again, and enjoy the rest of her wealthy life.
But there are some instincts that will never change, and there are some survival skills that will never be forgotten.
A fat rat just jumped from the deck to the cabin, and was kicked back into the water by her!
"You are so talented! Selena!" Victor praised: "The ship is leaving the port! Go back to your room!"
"I don't want to leave!~" Ms. Selina tilted her head against the door, staring at little Victor with charming eyes: "Can you stay a little longer?"
"I'm going to start working, please." Mr. Victor brought the quill pen. His pen had been broken for a long time. During the battles of life and psychic attacks, the pen core broke and split into pieces.
The sharp V-shaped fork was cut, and I couldn't write at all.
"Okay!~"
Selena pouted. She always felt that some things were not done. Part of Violet's desire to conquer and part of her possessiveness left in her mind were at work - it seemed that she could not let go of this strange feeling.
She slowly closed the cabin door and peeked at Mr. Victor through the ventilation window.
When she met the pair of emerald green eyes like tourmalines, she was immediately driven away by the hot and sharp eyes. She returned to the railing, faced the salty, hot and humid sea breeze, held her sunhat tightly, and leaned forward to look into the distance.
It seems that time is frozen at this moment, the whistle of the sightseeing boat sounds. It is getting farther and farther with the tide, and the white beach is getting further and further away.
The rat 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 messed everything up, Jim Crow was a complete loser, but it was evil enough.
The devil will not give up on any fallen child, just like God is always absent, God is always late, God doesn't fucking exist at all.
The same was true for George Joshua. He happened to leave the steamer and limped back to Queens Boulevard from the bedroom of another powerful Senate official, holding his buttocks, his face ashen.
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face.
"Well..."
Mr. Joshua, who has a handsome face and a tall figure, immediately discovered this potential talent.
"The news in the newspaper about the fire in Sloth Town, Arizona is true. Look at you, look at your decadent and depressed look - 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 in the bread.
The teeth marks circled Jim Crow in a complete circle, almost scaring Jim to the point of peeing.
George Joshua smelled fear, and he was very satisfied.
"Go on and do your work for me, you little wretch."
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Jack Martin returned to the railroad tracks and took away his boots - boots sewn from human skin.
When he returned to Sanyang Town, he was left alone.
Warrant Officer Rodriquez arrived belatedly with a group of Rangers. The old, fat state police sergeant found Sullivan Okopela's hat from the fire scene-this hat seemed to have become a key piece of evidence.
, is the king of heat resistance in North America. It seems to have been specially treated. Without the parrot feather decoration, its hard shell leather is burnt and blackened, but the outline of the hat can barely be seen.
"It seems that the perfume bottle has encountered a little trouble..."
The warrant officer put on his gloves again, found part of Sullivan Okopela's bones in Jack Martin's backyard, and compared them with the village dentist's records to determine the identity of the deceased.
The herald who was responsible for recording the case was nervous and excited: "Our Sheriff Jack Martin, the bandit who killed the perfume bottle... Oh my God..."
Jack hid, he liked to hear this, he was looking forward to it, and he eavesdropped happily.
The warrant officer then said: "No, I also have a share of the credit."
The herald said: "Why don't you take the hat instead of the head and send it to the state government to receive the reward?"
"It's a good idea." Warrant Officer Rodriquez said with a smile: "Just rely on Jack Martin alone? He can't complete the task of suppressing bandits! Everyone in the Rangers has a role-this hat belongs to me.
!”
"Hey!" Jack suddenly jumped out from behind the fence——
——He was so angry that his mouth and nose were filled with smoke, and black gas came out of his mouth and nose.
"Put on your veil, little girl!"
For a moment, the police officers who were still walking around the manor were frightened by Jack Martin.
They thought this kid was dead! He wouldn't survive anyway!
"Schneider is better than Dresser! Warrant Officer Rodriquez!" Jack emphasized repeatedly: "This credit belongs to me!"
There was no gun, no knife, and the horse left Jack forever.
The warrant officer was about to take out his gun and kill this troublesome little guy.
"[Kneller·Deathstroke]! Tie him up!"
A strong lasso emerged from the evil spirit's dusty arm, and the clock dial was engraved with a clover pattern. Little Jack entangled the warrant officer's gunman and pulled the bright revolver into his hand.
.
The sun had just passed overhead, exactly at noon.
"Bang!--"
The first shot blew off the warrant officer's badge.
"Bang!--"
The second shot knocked away the orderly's Colt M1835!
"Bang! Bang!——"
The third and fourth shots fired into the courtyard wall and penetrated the wall. The bullets deflected the barrel of the Dresser rifle and caused the two state troopers to stumble and fall.
"Bang!--"
The last bullet flies into the sky.
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Following the railway further south, Wen Bucai put on a straw raincoat to block the sun.
He lay down on the railway track again, trying to listen carefully to the movements of the trains coming and going. He had no map and didn't know how far he had gone. He only knew that if he continued walking south, he should be able to find Father Kevin's hometown.
If he doesn't follow the tracks, he will get lost.
However, the messengers who came and went, as well as the merchants and passengers with carriages, all thought that the Oriental man was planning to commit suicide by lying on the track. Occasionally, a kind person reminded him, and Wen Bucai quickly got up and avoided being rolled over by the train again and again.
.
He finally gave up——
——Because of the scenery along the way, and because of the rapid flow of time.
He could not knock down the Pacific Railroad. There was no way one man could destroy such a behemoth.
The groundbreaking work for the western section of the railway officially began twenty years later, and a total of more than 3,000 kilometers of rails will be slowly completed.
For Wen Bucai and his fellow Shekou residents, a small part of the railway facilities in Arizona is just a small experiment, a trial operation - he cannot stop the power of a country that works together for all sentient beings.
Three years later, he got news about Kevin and once again embarked on the road of seeking revenge alone.
The destination of this ferry ticket is London, England.
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[Part2·Saxophone and Guitar]
Time flies, turn the clock forward.
Come to the starting point of the story, to the moment when Bu Liuxing broke into David Victor's VIP carriage.
"David Victor, the victory is decided!"
Bu Meteor put together the last piece, and the rhodonite on his chest no longer glowed.
"Our duel is over, let's talk about the log in the cabinet!"
At that moment, the young and reckless crying general stood up with his head raised.
He walked up with blood-stained fists, ready to let Teacher Victor test his 193-centimeter wingspan and try the 90-kilogram punch.
The fists were like siege shells! There was no longer fear in his heart, and there was no longer that inexplicable pressure.
The fist wind, carrying blood foam, suddenly stopped at the tip of Jiang Xueming's nose.
In a corner that no one pays attention to, in the hidden mezzanine of the remains of the bookcase.
A manuscript that has never been sent back to the publisher has just been exposed.
Its title is "The Red and Black Boy Still Motionless"——
——It is Victor’s greatest treasure, a past event that he does not want to make public.
But at this moment, the VIP of the Red Stone Man 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.
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Long before Benjamin Black of the Crow Band arrived in Alaska.
The last patriarch of the Franciscans (Little Brotherhood) found the ruins of a temple in a national park on the American continent.
This patriarch has a gray beard and is already in his seventies. He came here to find the holy blood of immortality——
——Three months later, Lawrence Madison received three twisted gold cups, three crosses, and three large bowls.
This Protestant patriarch shoulders the important mission of reviving Platform Zero and rebuilding the Little Brotherhood.
In order to test the reliability of the holy blood, he fell in love with a pair of perfumer sisters with abundant essence. Flavia and Duran became the test subjects of the holy blood of the Quetzalcoatl. Legend has it that this holy blood is stronger than the immortal.
The elixir provided by the alliance is more reliable - it is not afraid of sunlight.
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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 Harbor to find his ancestral home.
He still hasn't aged. He received a letter from Vincent. When talking about his current situation, Jack felt like returning home - he didn't expect that this friend would have a family after coming to England, and Vincent got married and had children! This is a big deal.
Good thing!
He was still preparing gifts, so he arrived at the Scottish estuary in Edinburgh, walked through a cobblestone road, and found the home of a craftsman who was proficient in flowers and gardening.
"Hello!"
The person who came to pick up Jack was a middle-aged woman wearing a black veil and speaking softly.
Jack Martin immediately asked: "Hello, madam! I'm here to get the gift!"
But Mrs. Heisha couldn’t bring out anything——
"——I really don't have time to prepare the flower bouquet you want, I'm sorry..."
"Sir Jack Martin, my husband died of illness not long ago. I have to deal with the funeral and I really don't have time..."
"Oh! Uh..." Jack didn't mean to embarrass anyone. He took off his coat and hat, hung it on the coat rack, shook off the rain and dewdrops from his trouser legs, and stepped on the carpet to clean up all the mud and dust.
The lady quickly welcomed the distinguished guests in and immediately went to prepare snacks and tea.
Jack didn't know the gardener's real name yet, but he only knew that businessmen in the flower industry liked to call her Sayuri. She had been married a long time ago - the flower clusters she made were very beautiful, with a strange, almost geometric beauty.
"Mrs. Lily, I really didn't expect..." Jack Martin was in a daze. He didn't have much time: "It was just a drop-in. I guess I have to rush to Winchester tonight and go to London tomorrow."
"In such a hurry?" Mrs. Lily took a bottle of jasmine tea from the easel.
Jack caught a glimpse of 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 soot haze weather, on the coast of Edinburgh, in the gray sea tide outside the window.
"Whose work is this?"
"You must not know that his name is Van Gogh." Mrs. Lily responded: "He is a little-known painter. A few years ago, he asked someone to find a model, so I introduced Krasina to him..."
"It turns out that Krasina is a prostitute..."
At this point, Mrs. Lily's action of boiling water to make tea also froze.
"I thought she might like this job. It's also selling her body, and maybe she can earn more money by working for a painter - but it turned out that Van Gogh couldn't even afford the modeling fee, hey!"
Jack Martin felt uncomfortable hearing this, and pointed to the window of the big house——
"——The British government doesn't want ordinary people to survive. It also imposes a window tax on real estate taxes. What a bunch of blood-sucking bedbugs! Obviously, the black smoke in the sky is the pollution caused by burning coal mines! Ventilation and breathing of air have to be calculated separately! He
Oh shit..."
Mrs. Lily brought the tea cup, leaned over and touched little Jack's head, telling the distinguished guest not to be so angry and to think of something good.
"Look at this! Jack! Van Gogh and Krasina are together, and they have a child."
While Jack was drinking tea and eating biscuits——
——Mrs. Widowmaker went to the side room.
There was a strange gurgling sound of water coming from the door of the side hall, and less than a minute later, Mrs. Lily came out holding a ball of big red roses that looked like fire.
"Look! My sword is not old yet?"
"Wow!" Jack's eyes lit up: "Mrs. Lily! Are you ready? Why..."
The little widow didn't answer, and her face under the black veil seemed particularly stiff——
"——Just take it. You have to travel at night and can't doze off. I hope you have a safe journey!"
After seeing off the distinguished guests, she took off her veil and went to the basement. She took off the wet human skin mask, slowly leaned to the desk, and opened the secret door of the cellar.
There is a deeper road that leads to a golden ocean 17 kilometers underground.
The husband she longed for was still standing frozen at the desk and in front of the stargazing platform of the two-story western-style building.
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Close the last page of the book.
David Victor lay beside the bloodhound's knees and told his lover all the memories.
When it came to Ms. Violet's section, he received three slaps in the face, which made him take notes angrily——
——On what love brings to men.
But this jealousy was tinged with sweet love. Lady Bloodhound held her husband's chin.
Counting the red marks on his finger, he kissed her fifteen times in total.
They kissed, they clasped their fingers, they hugged each other tightly.
Ao ruthless Mingde stood by the window and kept complaining——
"——Don't just do things without giving birth to babies! I'm waiting eagerly!~"
The curtain suddenly fell, and BOSS was caught by the Hunter King. From the window sill of the guest room on the 32nd floor, he sat in the hanging basket used for high-altitude cleaning operations.
Outside the entrance of JoeStar's club, a barbecue grill is set up on a small table in the pavilion.
Wen Bucai just handed the kebab into Jack's hand.
"eat!"
Jack Martin's body trembled, he woke up from his sleepy dream, uncovered the stand-up collar of his black clothes to reveal his ugly face, and then stretched out.
"How long have I been asleep?"
Wen Bucai: "Just for a little while."
Jack: "Where's Victor?"
Wen Bucai: "He doesn't have such a good reputation!~"
Jiang Zheng had just picked up BOSS from the arms of the hunting king. She hugged the good cat and ran to the cabinet to send BOSS back to jail - she was already twenty-three years old and a big girl.
Jack Martin turned his head and looked at the guest room floor of the Council of Five Kings——
"—How about I give him a copy?"
Wen Bucai urged without hesitation.
"Now! Immediately! Immediately! Fly over! Send it in through the window!"