Abyss Express

[Part①·Mental torture]

"Jack Martin, right? That's the name, right?"

Sullivan said little Jack's real name,

"I just learned that there is such a heroic man in Sanyang Town. I have never seen you in the past few months. Maybe you have always been sensible and a good boy."

As he said this, Mr. Sullivan teased his knuckles, then clasped his hands together, clasped his fingers in a virtual hug, and rested his pillow on his knees. Every move he made was dignified and proper--it was completely impossible to tell that he was an ogre.

But little Jack understood that the people standing in front of him at this moment were the robbers of the Perfume Bottle Gang, and they had nothing to do with "elegance and nobility".

"How should I call you?" Brother Jack suppressed the strong fear in his heart and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, "I...I'm not ready yet. I...you...why did you suddenly come to my home..."

Sullivan did not answer the question in a hurry. He took off his hat and hung it on the hook of the small cabinet.

These short movements of a dozen steps, including Mr. Sullivan taking off his hat, seemed to little Jack to be a shock. Until Mr. Sullivan returned to his seat, he looked relaxed and comfortable again.

This robber is like an elder, a gentle, approachable, kind and compassionate teacher. Prepare to teach the first lesson to little Jack, a somewhat disobedient bad student.

"My full name is Sullivan Okopela." With that said, Mr. Sullivan changed his gestures - he slowly, with silky and smooth movements, fiddled with the air with his right hand, as if Caress your lover's cheeks that can be broken by blows.

As the action ended, the hall door behind Little Jack closed.

It was as if there was an invisible hand closing the door!

Little Jack's face changed drastically, and his breathing became rapid——

[——It’s Hunwei! ]

Sullivan delivers almost standard lines, almost like Wen Bucai.

"Have you and I met somewhere?"

Little Jack immediately rejected it: "Absolutely not!"

Sullivan: "I believe we had a very intimate meeting."

Little Jack was persistent and determined: "Then you must have remembered it wrong! Mr. Sullivan!"

The title also changed from "Mr." to "Sir". Little Jack was still a bit lucky. In the meeting place of Sloth Town, he covered his face with a scarf. Maybe Sullivan couldn't recognize him!

But the panic look on his face didn't deceive anyone - his mind was still as strong as ever, but his body was begging for mercy earlier and would kneel down involuntarily.

His heart has fallen into a quagmire of fear. He cannot explain all this, let alone understand what is happening to his relatives and dogs at home!

he thought.

[If I say the wrong thing at this time. My uncles and aunts, my sister, my dog...]

[Everyone will die without a burial place...]

[No, I have to find a way! I must think of a way! ]

Sullivan covered the side of his face, tapped his temple gently with his index finger, and frowned: "Did I really remember it wrong? Jack Martin."

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" Little Jack emphasized repeatedly, like a newly grown puppy showing its belly to the leader of the pack: "I will never deceive you! Mr. Sullivan, everyone knows that deceiving or disobeying the perfume bottle The fate of the gang!"

Mr. Sullivan's expression changed from worry to joy, and he asked again: "You are a local, right?"

Little Jack: "No. I just moved here."

Sullivan: "Are you familiar with Arizona?"

Little Jack: "Not so... I grew up in Edinburgh. My father was always busy with work. My grandfather passed away when I was just an adult. My mother followed my uncle and aunt to the west to open up the wilderness and do land business. Later she got tuberculosis and drank alcohol. He died from taking fake medicine.”

Sullivan: "Poor kid."

Little Jack: "Thank you for your compassion."

Sullivan: "I can tell that family occupies a very important place in your heart."

Little Jack: "Yes, Lord Sullivan, I am willing to give my life to protect my family."

Sullivan: "I agree with your determination."

Little Jack: "My uncle is very good to me..."

Sullivan: "He is a good man. When he came in, he cleaned my boots and brought me two cigarettes with different flavors. He was very considerate."

Little Jack: "My aunt is also very kind to me..."

Sullivan: "She was also a good person. When entertaining guests, she liked to use a protractor to calculate flour and butter. She was careful and attentive to both the food and the guests."

Little Jack: "My sister is clingy."

Sullivan: "Of course she is a good person. I wanted to go see the garden, but she took me around the whole building. She didn't even miss the cellar. She is a warm and gentle sweet girl."

Little Jack: "My dog..."

Before he finished speaking, Sullivan blew a loud whistle, as if summoning a slave, and summoned Jack's Great Dane.

Watching the family dog ​​barking outside the window of the compound, wagging its tail with excitement and joy, jumping back and forth between the ditch and the flower bed, and then suddenly jumping into the room.

It first licked the back of Mr. Sullivan's hand, and then looked at little Jack curiously and enthusiastically.

In this situation, it was as if little Jack was the guest - and Mr. Sullivan had become the head of the family.

Mr. Sullivan rubbed the big dog's neck and thrust his fingers under the dark fur to tickle the big dog. "They're all fine, Jack."

Little Jack swallowed his saliva, his throat bulged, and his eyes dodged.

Sullivan held the leather hoop on the big dog's neck, as if if he let go, Little Jack would be bitten to death by his own dog.

After a long time, Sullivan was sure that the young boy's psychological defense had completely collapsed. At this time, he began to ask about the business.

"Jack, I know you are a good citizen, a young man with ideals and ambitions."

Jack pressed the badge on his chest, "Yes."

Sullivan: "You won't shelter a Chinese worker, you won't shelter a slave, right?"

Little Jack: "Yes... yes."

Sullivan: "He is both barbaric and dangerous. There is no benefit for you to help him, right?"

Little Jack: "Yes..."

Sullivan: "You must have suffered a lot from him."

Little Jack: "My gun, more than 40 bullets, two buckskin water bags, a saddle, and my horse - all taken away by him."

Sullivan squinted his eyes and pretended to be blaming, as if he knew the answer: "Why is this happening? Why?"

Little Jack: "I don't know..."

Sullivan argued: "You must have been bewitched, witchcraft from the East. But fortunately you met me, Jack. I think no matter how stupid you are, you won't be stupid enough to help an ungrateful Chinese."

Little Jack: "Yes..."

Suddenly -

- Sullivan stood up.

Just like when facing a student, he suddenly stood up from a squatting position!

The big dog in his hand barked non-stop, and the smelly saliva sprayed and splashed.

Little Jack was almost scared to tears. He covered his face and cried, and was so scared that he squatted in the corner of the closet next to the door.

Mr. Sullivan was like a wolf, looking at people with his side face, as if aiming a gun, to see the young man in front of him clearly.

"You said-"

"-I won't disobey the perfume bottle gang,"

"I won't lie to the perfume bottle..."

Little Jack curled up in front of the door, only knowing to nod frantically and sob cowardly.

"Yes... I'm sorry, Mr. Sullivan, I lied to you, I lied to you... I did help that Chinese... I helped him..."

Sullivan turned from anger to joy, and turned into a kind teacher again.

"It's okay, I forgive you."

Little Jack covered his head, tears seeping from his fingers: "Really? Will you let me go? Have you really forgiven me?"

Sullivan sat back and let go of the Great Dane in his hand.

"Really."

The Great Dane was not as fierce as before. When it smelled the familiar smell, it licked Little Jack's face enthusiastically, leaving the stench of saliva on his neck and earlobes. It was not until it licked enough and licked the snot and tears on Jack's face clean that it left this desperate restaurant contentedly and jumped out of the window.

[Part②·Only Faith and Loyalty]

Little Jack was still timid: "Lord Sullivan, you just said that you would let me go?"

Sullivan: "Yes."

Little Jack: "Will you also let my uncle and aunt go?"

Sullivan: "That's right."

Little Jack: "My dog, will you let it go too?"

Sullivan bent down and looked down at Little Jack.

"You are too greedy, Jack. You are such a greedy little smart guy."

"No, no, no!" Little Jack shook his hands and knelt in front of Mr. Sullivan, looking up at his pointed chin, as if he was squatting under the wolf's kiss and being slaughtered. "I am not greedy at all. I am a big fool. I am really stupid. Really, I shouldn't help him... I was threatened by him-"

Yes, Little Jack changed his words.

"-That bastard! I obviously saved him, but he wanted to hurt me!"

Yes, Little Jack lied again.

"-I have a gun, ammunition, and a horse, so he is targeting me! He is coming for me!"

Yes, these reasons sound very real.

"-How dare I go against you, Mr. Sullivan!"

At this point, Mr. Sullivan used his soul power to open the door of the restaurant.

And said to Jack: "Look behind you, Jack."

Little Jack looked and saw an indescribable horror scene.

His uncle, aunt, and little sister were preparing afternoon tea, and they were busy in the aisle, holding plates and various foods in their hands.

Hearing the sound of the wooden door of the restaurant, the three of them turned their heads to look at Jack and Mr. Sullivan. It should have been a happy scene.

——The uncle and aunt looked radiant, and they didn't look like they were nearly fifty years old.

——The little sister's face was bright and attractive, and her originally strong waist now became bumpy.

In just a few seconds, it only took a few seconds.

Jack could clearly see that his relatives' faces were covered with uneven wrinkles and old spots. As if possessed by some evil spirit, the eye sockets became extremely deep, and the vitality in the body was drained by [Thyme]!

But in the blink of an eye, the strange mutations in the family members returned to normal.

Mr. Sullivan leaned close to Little Jack's ear and whispered softly in his ear.

"You won't lie to me...right?"

Little Jack nodded vigorously and rolled over to close the door tightly.

His eyes were blank and his face was pale.

Mr. Sullivan then asked, "Where did the Chinese go?"

Little Jack: "I don't know...I don't know."

Sullivan didn't speak. He was like a ruthless executioner, holding his ears with one hand as if listening to something.

Little Jack immediately heard screams and exclamations coming from outside the door. That was his sister!

Outside the house——

——Anna shouted for help in panic: "Why! Why does my face look like this?! Mom! Come and see me!"

Inside the house——

——Little Jack immediately changed his mind: "I know! I know!"

Sullivan clasped his hands together and clapped vigorously, but still said nothing. He stretched out one hand as far as possible, as if waiting for the other party's answer.

As the commotion outside the house gradually became smaller and weaker, little Jack breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that Anna had escaped Mr. Sullivan's vicious spirit attack.

Fearing that his family would be hurt again, Jack could only tell the truth to Sullivan.

"I took him back to town and out to the ranch, and he was so hungry that he went crazy with hunger! Then he ate my horse!"

When speaking these words, little Jack turned the love and memory for Dolly in his heart into deep hatred on his face.

He did miss Dolly, the little pony - he would not have lost Dolly if it had not been for his incompetence.

Mr. Sullivan was overjoyed when he heard the news, "You just said he ate something? Is that right?"

Little Jack didn't understand what Mr. Sullivan was happy about and why he was happy. He had no choice but to go on.

"Yes! He ate!"

Sullivan: "How much did he eat? How many pounds? Was it meat or vegetables? What kind of meat was it?"

Little Jack: "About seventy pounds? Or eighty pounds? There was horse meat and some weeds. He dug out all the grass roots and ate them!"

Sullivan: "Oh... like this?"

Little Jack: "Yes!"

Sullivan: "That'll be fine."

Little Jack: "Are there any other questions? Mr. Sullivan..."

Sullivan: "I have asked you all the irrelevant questions about the whereabouts of this Chinese man, where he is, what grievances he has, and what his relationship is with you. Dear Jack, please rest assured. Apart from that, I just have one last, very, very small question for you.”

At this moment, Sullivan had completely let down his guard.

Because of his [Thyme], his soul power is special.

He thought to himself, considered it carefully, and rolled the cigarette around his fingertips.

[After being attacked by [Thyme]'s soul power, ordinary people with average physique will immediately feel hungry. ]

[Out-of-control flora will quickly consume all the body's fat reserves and completely change a person's physique. ]

[If that hateful and terrible Chinese man was forced by hunger to eat so much horse meat, his body would have been riddled with holes without the help of microorganisms and bacteria, and it would be difficult for him to heal on his own. ]

[Toxins deposited in the blood will kill him. ]

[There is no doubt that he is dead. ]

[I conquered my fear again. ]

[It was me, Sullivan Okopela, who achieved a unilateral, crushing victory! ]

With a soothing expression of pleasure, Sullivan turned his head again, trying to see Jack Martin's eyes hidden between his fingers.

[The young man looks very stupid now. ]

[Whether it is luck or naivety when being taken advantage of. ]

[Or a ridiculous lie when begging for mercy. ]

[Want to kill him? ]

[No, that's not what I, Sullivan, really think. ]

[In fact, I don't have the slightest interest in him. This kind of prey is even more fragile than a newborn baby. ]

[Even if I consider myself a scumbag leader who can betray his companions in pursuit of victory, but——]

[——Jack is a white man. He still has a future. He is an excellent seed. He and I can become [family members] and fellow clan members. ]

After thinking these things through.

Mr. Sullivan asked the last and most important question.

"Open your hands and let me see what's inside."

At that moment, Jack's hair stood on end and goosebumps appeared all over his body. His voice trembled and he didn't know what to do. He pretended to have heard wrongly and tried to get through: "Mr. Sullivan, what did you just say?"

Sullivan: "Ever since you entered the door, you have been clenching your fist tightly. Even if you cry, you have to hold it tightly and wipe the tears with the back of your hand - then let me take a look at your right hand. What is hidden in your right hand? thing?"

Little Jack: "That...isn't something important."

Sullivan: "Since it's not something important, of course you can give me a look, right?"

Little Jack's face turned pale and he could not refuse this request.

"Yes."