Abyss Express

Jiang Xueming and Victor worked together, one pinched the tiger's mouth, and the other pressed the person——

——Finally freed Ah Xing from that dazed state.

David Victor swears that he has never used an ability similar to evil magic again. Bu Meteor's symptoms are all because of this kid's enthusiasm for reading.

"Mr. Victor, let's go."

Jiang Xueming immediately set off, pulled A Xing and headed towards the front of the car together.

Victor stopped immediately: "Wait a moment."

Xue Ming stopped in the link channel, thinking to himself—this VIP seems to have something to say.

I saw that Mr. Victor divided more than two hundred passenger logs into three parts, packed them with cable ties and manuscript paper, made three simple book boxes, and distributed one to each of A Xing and Xue Ming.

Jiang Xueming took the logbook box and weighed it in his hands, feeling very heavy——

——The waterproof covers and brass buckles of these diaries are made of solid materials, and the weight of the pages with them is about 300 grams. There are more than 70 books, with a total weight of more than 20 kilograms.

Not only is the journal itself very heavy, but Mr. Victor’s method of binding these scattered journals is also very rough. He only uses soft manuscript paper as the bottom edge, and fixes it simply with Velcro and cable ties.

It may be very difficult to hold these more than 70 passenger logs, walk through more than 20 carriages, and protect these precious information under the eyes of other passengers.

Jiang Xueming thought about the meaning of it, and then asked: "Is the teacher trying to test us? I said just now that we need to learn from the teacher the experience of survival and combat."

Victor snapped his fingers crisply,

"YES! This is the second knightly contest between me and you."

Immediately afterwards, the writer, who seemed malnourished and anorexic, supported a bookcase weighing more than 20 kilograms with just one arm.

The whole movement is smooth and natural, that kind of body language that is effortless and freehand - Ah Xing was dumbfounded.

Victor went on to say: "If you find it too difficult, you can also refuse this invitation, stay here and don't move around, guarding these treasures of mine, and wait for me to go back and forth three times to transport everything back."

Before Jiang Xueming could answer, Ah Xing immediately picked up the bookcase, trying to imitate Victor's one-arm lifting action, without any fear at all.

I saw Ah Xing's forearm and forearm muscles swelled and tightened, and soon began to congest, almost stretching the spirit clothes a full circle——

——His strength is very strong. Under the training of coach Zhou, the weight of 20 kilograms in one arm is as simple as eating and drinking for him.

But if you want these diaries to stay in the book box obediently, brute force alone is useless.

Jiang Xueming observed Ah Xing's body posture, holding the bookcase with one arm, not to mention walking, it was already difficult for Ah Xing to maintain his balance just standing in place.

"It's still too late to give up now, you can hold it with both hands, you don't have to pursue an elegant gait like me." Victor's figure is as stable as a statue, and he still has the strength to shout while shouting loudly Use your other hand to style your hair.

"Wait, wait, wait!" Bu Meteor's eyes were fixed on the bouncing diary on the bookcase, "Let me get used to it! I will get used to it soon!"

There was joy in Victor's eyes, and he pushed back all the curly hair that blocked his sight, and his whole body became fierce: "Really?"

"Really! Really! My hands and feet, obey me! Help me!" Bu Liuxing's eyes showed a strong fighting spirit, and the ruby ​​on the golden lock on his chest began to shine again, "Teacher, how did you think of this?" Interesting spooky idea?!"

"Art comes from life." Victor muttered: "I need a quiet and solitary environment when I create, and I shut the door for a long time, sometimes for a week, sometimes for a month. My waiter dislikes me for being too dirty , full of complaints when cleaning up the household garbage for me——

——Her swearing words are too vicious, like bullets, I can't stand this bastard's verbal insults at all.

So I decided to clean up the garbage myself. I need to run back and forth between the VIP special tea room and the hotel room, and I hate this kind of cleaning work, which is a waste of time.

I want to sort and stack all the garbage into boxes that don’t take up extra space, and put them in a safe place on the premise of ensuring that no soup drips, no smell, and no trouble to other passengers. Stable one-time transportation to the garbage station.

These bins also contain my scrap manuscripts, which are my immature and clumsy works. If others saw it, I would be so ashamed that I would hang myself. "

"Oh!" Bu Meteor exclaimed in amazement while maintaining his balance: "Mr. Victor is really amazing! I lifted this box just now, and it was already very hard just to keep the balance and not let the books fall."

"It's not as exaggerated as you said." Victor said calmly, "It's just that there is still a big gap in our understanding of pyroxene and our ability to control the body."

"So it turns out that pyroxene is an amplifier of emotions? Can it affect our neuron activity? Can it help us better control our bodies? - Is this what Teacher Victor wants to teach?" Jiang Xueming also followed Victor's example, Silently picked up the bookcase.

Unlike Ah Xing, he didn't have any intention of showing off, and obediently held the baby in his hands with both hands.

The wand is also more than 20 kilograms, and he can't handle this weight with one hand at all.

"It seems that you have all made up your mind?" Mr. Victor went on to say more contest conditions, "If I lose, I will give you the Lady White coffee in the doctor's bag, you should know what this thing is for of."

The gem light on Bu Meteor's chest intensified, "Yeah!"

Jiang Xueming silently put on the steel ring - this is the preaching and teaching practice of the VIP seniors, he will never let go of this kind of opportunity, he must seize it and suck it hard.

"In order to create some psychological pressure for you, I have to add some additional conditions." Victor's tone became more and more cold: "If you lose any journal during this journey, even if it falls on the ground, The pages of the book are opened and someone else sees it—you lose.”

Bu Liuxing wanted to retreat, and took another look at Brother Xueming, thinking in his heart, if he loses this contest, the spoils Mr. Victor wants must be their diary.

Jiang Xueming had already responded with actions, putting his diary on the top of the bookcase and putting his cell phone on top.

"That's great! Jiang Xueming, you did a great job!" Victor's expression became extremely frenzied at that moment: "I can feel the pressure of inspiration you brought me, and as a reward, I want to tell you the secret to victory in advance! "

After all, the writer took out a Walkman from the doctor's bag.

"This is the WALKMAN player produced by SONY in 1980, and it is also a talisman tailored for me by Mr. Torringon."

The overall color of the fuselage is red and black, and the start button is just a dark red enstatite.

Ah Xing became excited when he saw this stone: "Teacher! So you are also red? Vibrant red?!"

"How dare you question my creative enthusiasm?" Victor lightly bumped the bottom plate of the doctor's bag with his heel, and immediately a cassette popped out - he grabbed the tape with his ring finger and little finger, and held the small and delicate tape with the remaining three fingers. 's Walkman.

"In an emergency, this WALKMAN can record a lot of conversations or environmental noises as my writing material. When it starts playing music, I'm immersed in it, and I feel as if I have reached the transcendence of the unity of soul and body. State — I can control every muscle in my body, every thought in my brain, and I live every moment [of reality].”

Jiang Xueming saw——

——Victor's five-finger avatar can think independently, cooperate with each other, and open and close the lid with only one hand, and insert the tape into the Walkman.

Xueming is so greedy for this ability, he thought to himself—if my hands can also do this kind of dexterous and precise movements, and I can change bullets with only one hand

Victor's thumb has already rested on the life-protecting pyroxene, and he is about to make a final question and answer: "You two also experienced a [transformation] after the car ride, right?"

Jiang Xueming recalled the abnormal phenomenon in his body: "Yes, my five senses, shooting skills, and many, many abilities have been significantly improved. I even tried singing."

"Me too!" Bu Meteor described: "When I go back to the gym, I have to wake up my muscles before I can start high-intensity exercise. It used to take ten minutes to warm up, but now it only takes twenty seconds, and my arms are congested, like It's these muscles that have grown their brains, and they got up before I called them."

There was a clear "click".

The WALKMAN started to work, and from the dark red enstatite, a scarlet light like the flames of hell was ignited.

The drum and cymbal instrument with electric noise is its prelude INTRO——

——The soles of Victor's cloth boots kept up with the beat, knocking out a passionate rhythm on the cold train floor, "Pyroxene can allow you to continue [transformation]. If you want to become stronger in this contest, try it. Try to keep up with my dance steps."

"Could it be!" Bu Meteor's eyes were full of disbelief, his teeth began to fight, and he couldn't speak clearly: "Mr. Victor, are you still planning to hold this bookcase and dance with this bookcase?!"

Jiang Xueming's face changed, and he couldn't help it.

He only knew that the VIPs were all detached and refined eccentrics, and these distinguished guests had strong personalities—but he never expected Victor to do such a thing.

Take a good look at Victor – look at this great writer.

He carried more than 20 kilograms of scattered books on one arm and went to other compartments.

In front of other passengers, he swayed his head and twisted his waist and hips. The other arm had already hung the WALKMAN on his belt, and he was carrying the doctor's bag with his elbow--snapped his fingers with the strong beat, and swayed with the accent.

That's the king of pop music, Michael Jackson's rock-soul music -- [Dangerous·dangerous]

With his flexible ankles, when he dances his limbs, it seems that there are counterweights hanging on the ends. There is a strong [inertia] when starting and stopping, but when he moves, he is very light, as if the weight of Mr. Victor's body sometimes disappears.

The diary on the bookcase is like a ship struggling in the huge waves, as if it will capsize and sink at any time, but every time Mr. Victor turns around and stands up, every time he stomps the ground, every time he sways gracefully, it is like the roar of this warship. The artillery pulled the hull from the edge of the abyss back to the cusp of [life hangs by a thread].

— as David Victor said.

Relying on reason and deliberation alone cannot fight against the crumbling book case, it will only be driven crazy by the increasingly complex dynamic structure of these books, and the pressure that is becoming more and more difficult to control the balance.

The fragile and soft manuscript paper is like a human brain nerve, which will crack under the repeated scratches of the sharp brass buckle.

Blind defense is useless, dance and music are the means of attack by Teacher Victor.

Ah Xing's eyes are demented: "How can he?"

Jiang Xueming: "To be honest, I didn't expect that I thought my nerves were strong enough, but Teacher Victor really opened my eyes. This scene is too shocking."

Ah Xing obediently clasped the bookcase with both hands: "How could he?"

Jiang Xueming: "How can you be so coquettish?"

Following the music, David Victor stepped on a moonwalk all the way, and was about to enter the next carriage.

His expression was stern, his eyes were shining brightly, and he used his fingers as guns along with the singing.

"My two little sailors and dancers! The captain has already sung the boat song! What are you waiting for?!"

Ah Xing looked at Jiang Xueming: "What should I do? Brother Ming, I don't have this kind of experience, so at least let me practice first, so many people are watching!"

"Life is a live broadcast, and there is never a chance for a rehearsal." Jiang Xueming bit the bullet and followed. He only rushed out for a distance of about ten meters - he could feel that the little treasures in the bookcase were overwhelmed, and the diary was about to collapse. The box skin made of manuscript paper is like a balloon, which is about to burst.

Teacher Victor immediately grabbed Xue Ming, and with just a push and a pull, those violent and manic diaries were quieted down.

"Master your brain, control your body! Come with me!"

It was a wonderful feeling——

——Xue Ming is hard to describe, it was like falling into the sea, a shark gnawed out a few holes in his clothes, and was pulled back to the deck by Captain Victor.

When Bu Meteor, the clumsy sailor, also boarded the thief ship-the three musketeers seemed to have just embarked on an adventure.

Captain Victor was holding the treasure with one arm, and he had to free one hand to lead the way ahead.

The music from WALKMAN is his pioneer, and his exquisite and flexible dancing is his housekeeping skill to protect his life in a complex and dangerous environment.

Followed by two young sailors, they hugged the treasure nervously with both hands, and danced awkwardly following the captain's instructions.

It was just a chorus, Ah Xing was in full swing, he was never a shy person.

After eight retakes of the music, in the sexy and provocative interlude of Teacher Victor—like a regular, easy-to-understand gymnastics class, Ah Xing has completely followed the rhythm.

He was even able to distract himself to look at Big Brother Xueming, and was taken aback by Big Brother Xueming's weird expression.

Brother Ming is like a machine, following behind Teacher Victor, like the shadow of Teacher Victor, their movements are exactly the same, like twin brothers with telepathy.

Ah Xing had no time to be distracted just now - now he can even hear Mr. Victor's singing, and Brother Ming's double harmony one after another.

Jiang Xueming thought to himself.

——This feeling is really wonderful, the talisman in the hand will occasionally follow this eager emotion, flashing rhythmic lights like a dance hall.

The stone that Lingweng gave us is really amazing.

The old man never seemed to grow old.

Through WALKMAN's music and dance, I can feel Mr. Victor's strong desire to express, his indomitable momentum, and his hot enthusiasm.

These emotions can help me better control my body, coordinate the nerve center, and give very precise instructions to the muscles and ligaments of each joint.

I just don't know if Mr. Victor's teammates will be frightened by this [sudden dance] behavior when he is performing the investigation mission.

The teacher was right——

——The passengers along the way, the [anxiety] along the way, are not worth mentioning in front of strong courage. The sustenance of courage is this dance, this WALKMAN, and this pyroxene.

unconsciously--

— they've already danced half the album, and the A side of the tape has been played.

But there is no overtime game. The two young sailors followed the captain and transported the treasure to a warm and safe harbor.

Jiang Xueming also saw the passengers behind him whistling vigorously and yelling, asking the three gigolos to dance again from the front to the rear of the car.

As soon as Mr. Victor got into the car, he immediately closed the door for a very simple reason - from outside the closed car door, a big sister could still hear a violent knock on the door.

"Victor! My little sweetheart! Is that you, Victor? Let Auntie see you! You looked so good just now! I didn't recognize you at once! When will the next issue be updated? It's okay if you don't want to write Don’t write, how hard it is to write every day! ~Auntie’s house has a mine, and the house is also very big! Can you let Auntie touch you! A lick is fine too!”

Both Jiang Xueming and Bu Liuxing looked at Teacher Victor.

Mr. Victor acted as a reply reader.

"I told you about this, don't tell me where I am, do you understand now?"

The two young sailors nodded in unison.

Mr. Victor installed a crossbar on the car door again, for fear that some monster would rush out of it. While struggling to lock the door, he explained to the two little guys.

"We're all born with different auras, like some people are born to be calm and arrogant, and some people are born to be fierce - the same is true of inspirational pressure."

Jiang Xueming took out the diary from the bookcase and continued to record it.

Victor took out the spoils of the two sailors from the doctor's bag, and sent the coffee and Mrs. Bai's freeze-dried powder to the table. The teacher continued to teach with all his heart and soul.

"It's like water, if you spill all the water, the passengers will naturally feel the panic of drowning."

Jiang Xueming raised his hand and asked, "So those passengers are afraid of me?"

"Yes." Victor explained: "You can describe what my Reiatsu feels like."

Bu Meteor immediately raised his hand and replied, "Like a dazzling fire! No, it's like wine, burning wine!"

Jiang Xueming pondered carefully: "Teacher's sense of presence is too strong. When we met for the first time, I felt offended. Even if I just looked at each other, I felt uneasy about being spied on."

"Yes, student Xue Ming." Victor corrected: "You are the same, it seems that you are always calculating and thinking about something, and this will also cause other people to feel uneasy."

"But just now." Bu Liuxing continued to raise his hand and asked, "When we were dancing just now, those passengers weren't afraid anymore, why?"

"Because we no longer pay attention to the environment, but take all the spirit back into the body and only focus on ourselves-at this time, it seems that the body tightens the core muscles, and our spirit is also ready to meet the enemy." Victor used He expressed his own unique insights to the two students in a very abstract way: "It is to concentrate on clenching your fingers into a fist, just to accomplish one goal. When the beast is hunting, the pressure on the prey will increase dramatically-- just watch it from the sidelines." People who play, if they are not close at hand, then they will not feel any pressure."

Jiang Xueming put away the coffee and Mrs. Bai's freeze-dried powder, and planned to study it later.

"About the Death Puppet Agency."

Before he asked about the business.

Bu Meteor fell headlong, exhausted mentally, lying on the seat, grunting loudly. The two consecutive contests have emptied Ah Xing.

Victor put away all the logs and put them on the side of the carriage.

"There are still sixteen hours before we reach our destination. Let's wait until this little guy wakes up."

Jiang Xueming suddenly remembered something——

"teacher."

Victor: "Huh?"

Jiang Xueming asked curiously.

"Teacher, you just said that art comes from life. It used to be in the VIP special tea room, or in the hotel."

Victor: "What's wrong?"

Jiang Xueming could vaguely see that scene: "You are the same, with your own BGM, twisting your buttocks and dancing to throw out household garbage?"

Victor blinked, very innocent, very nonchalant.

"if not?"