. Bu Liuxing, you can call me by my name - you and I are both mortals, born between heaven and earth."

"Oh... Hahaha... Haha..." Ah Xing felt inexplicable pressure——

——Yes, it’s pressure.

When facing Teacher Victor, he felt as if an invisible hand was grabbing his throat. This hand would not strangle him directly, but it would make it difficult to breathe.

When getting along with Brother Xueming, Ah Xing also felt similar pressure when they first met, but as they got to know each other better and the time went by, this pressure disappeared.

Perhaps this is why passengers are afraid of Brother Xueming.

David Victor also has the same power. Maybe Victor and Brother Xueming have the same mental strength.

"The second thing I want to ask you for." Mr. Victor said about the small troubles at work: "When I was writing, I encountered some difficulties that I couldn't solve alone."

"Oh! Writing novels! I like it!" Bu Liuxing became excited again and wanted to say something vividly.

——He was immediately choked by Victor's silencing gesture, and he never dared to speak again.

Victor moved out of the way and opened the door completely.

"It's a long story, why don't you come in and talk to me in detail."

Bu Liuxing looked inside the door——

——It is a simple but not simple studio.

The furnishings inside the door are very weird, why do you use weird to describe it?

Because next to the desk is the kitchen shelf, next to the kitchen shelf is the bathtub, and next to the bathtub is the bed.

The headlight on the top of the carriage illuminates the oil painting on the ceiling, which is the starry sky painted by Van Gogh.

In addition, the shower room and toilet are also squeezed into this narrow private space.

A bright red carpet extends straight into the door - until the end of the carriage. This is the last section of the train. The safety door at the end of the carriage has been removed. From this door, you can see the scenery passing by on the road.

.

"Judging from the reaction of your body." Victor stood on tiptoe and whispered in Ah Xing's ear: "It seems that you are afraid, which is probably true. I consider myself a lonely and weird person - if my reckless invitation makes you feel

If you're offended, please go back the way you came. But please keep it a secret, don't publicize my whereabouts, and don't tell anyone in the car. I don't want to be awakened by a louder knock on the door while I am creating."

"No! No, no, no!" Bu Liuxing pursed his lips and inhaled through his nose, like a bullfight with red eyes, "The teacher asked me to help, how could I refuse!"

Having said that——

——A Xing broke into the studio.

He found a comfortable position, as if he was fighting, as if he wanted to prove his ability, and sat leisurely on the chair, sitting in the guest seat next to the desk.

He rolled up his sleeves and pretended to be at home, stretching and yawning naturally, as if he was about to fall asleep peacefully.

He shouted carelessly: "Teacher Victor! I'm already sitting here. I'm ready. You just said that you encountered difficulties in writing a novel. If you have any questions, feel free to ask!"

Victor closed the door, still holding his right hand behind his back, and calmly sat back in the host's seat.

"Bu Liuxing, you smell like two perfumes. One is Gucci's Mystery of the Snake? The other is Dior's Wilderness? Or Unruly? I can't remember the smell of these luxury goods clearly, but I can vaguely recognize them.

..."

"Oh..." Ah Xing was a little embarrassed. This was originally a perfume he used for girls to smell, "The other one is a sporty one..."

"Then it means that what I thought was right, I found the right person." Victor stubbornly put his right hand behind his back, bit open the pen cap with his mouth, and wrote down on the manuscript paper: "Bu Liuxing, you should be someone with rich emotional experience.

people."

"Yes...how can you see it?"

"You have well-developed tear ducts, a lot of capillaries in the corners of your eyes, and there is a lot of flesh around your nasopharyngeal tubes and around your eyes. These are signs of frequent crying. A handsome young man who loves to cry and is rich will often have hunters come to his door."

"It seems...that's what happened...Teacher, you are really good at judging people."

"This makes things easier to talk about. I want to know what it feels like to lose a lover."

Victor picked up the pen, walked up to Bu Liuxing, and said with confidence.

"Please tell me your experience. What does it feel like to lose a lover and be separated from your lover forever? It would be great if you could be more detailed. If you could be so detailed, it would be like cutting open your chest and taking out your heart and taking a closer look.

Just watch it.”

Ah Xing's body leaned back involuntarily, and Victor suddenly rushed forward, making the pressure become more and more terrifying.

Suddenly, Ah Xing's cold sweat dripped from his forehead to his chin.

Victor sat back again, sensing the little guy's nervous and delicate emotions.

"I'm sorry, I'm a little paranoid, but I feel like I'm really a failure. I don't have any emotional experience, and I don't understand women -

——All the novels I serialized in the Sun Times are to serve male readers and have never considered the feelings of female readers.

——The purpose of writing this book is to write about love themes that I have never touched before. This is not a bold attempt, just because I want to kill the mediocre and lazy self of the past."

"Are you talking about the story I saw?" Bu Liuxing asked cautiously: "Is that... the story of the Broken Palm?"

"Yes." David Victor described it cautiously, treating his story as cautiously as holding a scalpel to perform an operation: "I didn't even think of a title for it. I wanted to give it a try, so I sent it to the newspaper. But..."

All of a sudden——

——Victor changed from extremely calm to a furious lion, letting out a shrill roar from his throat.

"But the editor of the newspaper didn't even look at it! He just published my manuscript in the newspaper!"

From extreme cold to severe heat, it took almost only one second.

Ah Xing was so shocked that he couldn't speak.

He only knew that Brother Xueming had told him that the underground passengers had weird tempers and strong personalities, but this was the first time he had seen someone like Victor.

"I wouldn't ask a stranger whom I met for the first time to understand my depressed and restless mood." Victor regained his composure, as if the roar just now was Ah Xing's auditory hallucination. Whatever unnecessary empathy I had, Bu Qiuxing, I tried my best to tell you the whole story clearly - but the author's unedited draft was like the author's butt, they actually My butt was openly placed on the newspaper!"

This strong obsession, as well as shame, these emotions are like a flood of beasts, making A Xing restless.

Victor went on to say: "This is a mistake...I originally hoped that this story would be well-refined, with a header, a subtitle, and a complete message and introduction, instead of being careless, using a mask as an apron, and saying "Fate" The rough concept of hanging on a thread."

"Maybe... readers won't be too..." Ah Xing finally answered: "They won't care too much... Teacher Victor, are you... too allergic?"

"But I care..." Victor said seriously, with bloodshot eyes: "I care very much... If I take a photo of your butt and publish it in the newspaper..."

Axing: "Is there such a good thing?"

The weird silence lasted for about ten seconds.

...

...

Victor regained his composure.

"Anyway, I hope you can listen to my complaints.

I was completely caught up in this rough story, and the serialization had already started. I was trapped in a kind of anxiety of rushing to get it on the shelves——

——Bu Liuxing, I have revised the first draft into three drafts, and the director of the newspaper also apologized to me.

But in this love-themed story, I’m missing something. A fake is a fake. No matter how mystical my writing is, it can’t be true.”

Victor babbled, feeling frustrated and pointing the pen at the tail of the car, pointing at the missing tailgate.

"Looking out from this door, I can get a lot of inspiration, and I see many true meanings of life——

——I saw people getting married and having children here, and I saw yarn sheep or skuas and bats that migrated with the underground tide, and they formed pairs in the caves.

——I see that the birth and disappearance of life are inseparable from the link of love. This female character is missing in my soul. My work is like its theme, with only one severed hand."

"Well... I'm afraid it's hard for me to help you." Bu Liuxing smiled awkwardly: "Teacher, I'm not a woman, and I don't know what a girl is thinking when she's in love... You have to ask me for help.

As for the material, I can only talk about boys’ random thoughts when they are in love.”

"..." Victor was silent, holding his chin with his left hand, biting the pen, his eyes dark, silent.

...

...

Ah Xing didn’t dare to speak either——

——He squinted his eyes, unwilling to meet Victor's extremely oppressive eyes.

Suddenly, I saw a series of dark red colors at the junction of the carpet and the floor.

This made Axing pay more attention, and the boy's eyes began to zoom in and focus.

That string of sticky, thick red liquid - it's blood.

Ah Xing has no other skills, but has a lot of experience in being beaten and bleeding. The scarlet fluid under the dark yellow light slowly soaked into the carpet, leaving a deeper dark red color in the wool of the red carpet, so that when he first entered the room

When he arrived, he didn't find any blood stains.

All this made Ah Xing even more restless.

Why is there so much blood? Whose blood is it?

Something is wrong, something is really wrong.
To be continued...