[Part1·Be honest with each other]

David: "Are you lying to me?"

Jack responded in panic: "I didn't..."

David whispered: "I have nothing to hide from you. When I make requests to the front desk lady, I do so in an upright, humble and respectful manner. If the other party disagrees, I don't mean to be aggressive, but use [Hell's Highway] to open the door."

Her book - To be honest, I was really disappointed when she rejected me. The prostitute who could get me by paying a price refused to share her private secrets with me. I just wanted to experience it, and I wanted to experience it with others.

life.”

"Thanks to the power of my soul, I can empathize with her without her noticing."

"I think you are the same. When reading my works, you can see me tearing open my chest at a certain moment, opening my heart to you, and revealing my living heart."

"But just now, Jack Martin, did you betray my [heart]!"

Little Jack squeezed Sullivan's silken hand and looked around wildly.

"No...no...no!"

Under the warm orange light, Mr. David remained silent.

Little Jack explained, trying to justify himself: "I only read the title page and the title... Yes, I only read that much! I promise! Just reading the title doesn't count as reading, right?"

David Victor suddenly realized: "Oh! Did you only read the title?"

Little Jack nodded vigorously: "Yes... with the introduction of the first paragraph...",

David Victor: "Oh! Did you read the introduction?"

Little Jack: "Yes...with the second paragraph, that little bit..."

David Victor: "Oh...you even saw the introduction above?"

Little Jack: "That's right...because the introduction and the introduction have the same line...and there is a back-and-forth at the end."

David Victor: "Did you still read the ending?"

Little Jack: "I... did read the end of the draft. It was the wind! It was the wind's fault! A strong gust of wind suddenly came in from outside the window! Then it blew away the last piece of manuscript paper!"

David continued to have a sudden realization: "It turned out to be the wind's fault!"

"That's right! I'm sure of it!" Jack blushed: "It's just the fault of the window and the wind!"

David: "So what did I write this time?"

Little Jack spoke the important introduction of the text without thinking, using a simple brain circuit and a little thinking.

"God will grab you by the throat! But he won't kill you completely!"

Mr. David showed a reassuring expression, and it felt so satisfying to read the new work successfully. He was like the Messiah who knelt down under the statue of Jesus, a suffering victim who had been saved.

"Thank you, Jack."

Mr. David described what he was thinking.

"When I start writing, as you said, God will strangle me by the throat, but will not kill me completely. This feeling of suffocation will continue during the writing process of this week's serial content, until the final draft is revised.

Finish."

"It was like I grabbed a life-saving straw when I was drowning, used it to climb ashore, and found a short period of peace, followed by the satisfaction of eating a big meal. But this feeling will not last long."

"Because there will be a stronger sense of hunger right away. Does anyone care about my work?"

"——No way? There won't be anyone, right?"

"Not getting congratulatory letters from readers or seeing reviews from the public makes me hungrier and hungrier."

“Whenever I see other publications, I am always shocked by the whimsical ideas of these works and authors, and become even more hungry, thinking about how to steal, rob, or rob their readers from them!

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"As long as someone responds to me, even if it's a criticism that cannot spit out ivory from a dog's mouth, I will be as happy as eating a caramel macchiato."

"That was the response I got when I opened my heart. Even if the water I, a fish, encountered when I was stranded was dirty and turbid, it would allow me to continue my writing life."

"Thank you, Jack! You didn't betray my heart."

Little Jack was confused. He looked at the writer and really couldn't understand the paranoia in the other person's heart.

He still stubbornly persisted and wanted to play the trick to the end.

"I didn't admit defeat! Mr. David! I kept my bet. The ten minutes promised..."

Before he finished speaking, little Jack saw that the clock on the wall was already pointing to 5:10 in the morning - so long ago?!

This mysterious space-time illusion shocked him greatly.

[Unknowingly, an hour has passed?!]

[When I peeked at Mr. David’s manuscript, an hour had already passed!]

David Victor holds little Jack's hand.

And little Jack also saw his arm.

What scares Jack is——

——There is a line of words, letters composed of ink stains, like creatures, that have long climbed up his arm.

David: "'Dios' Aprieta Pero No Ahoga. Also known as 'The Road to Heaven'."

At this moment, Jack began to scream. At that moment, he saw the power of Mr. David's soul!

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!——”

David raised the two pens, "I want to know more! I want to know more about you! About [Arrow]! About Hunwei! About Wenbucai!"

A solid shadow is reflected from behind the writer.

Its shoulders were burning with dark flames, like a demon, with two golden horns. Its body was as thin and weak as a seven or eight-year-old child, its skin was bright red, and a dark sleeveless suit hung on its body.

The cloth robe, but the lower body looks like a sheep's hoof, with a recurved shape.

The fangs on its mouth are ferocious and terrifying, and there is a cracked halo above its head!

A slender hairless tail extends from the lower back, and the end of the tail resembles the classic image of the devil, with bright red peach heart bone spurs. This heart peach is so charming and moving - it almost takes away Jack's soul.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "God! Bless me!" Little Jack called out to God in panic. He took out his gun, pointed it at the devil behind David, and loaded the bullet.

His movements were faster than when he faced the cougar!

"Bang!--"

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[Part2·Insatiable]

The bullets shattered the windows and I didn't know where they were going.

Little Jack remembered clearly that his first shot was very accurate!

But at this moment, his arm seemed to be completely disobedient to him, pointing at a place that was out of reach!

Jack screamed: "Evil! What have you done to me!"

"In order to make you docile and turn into a book, I wrote [Never attack David Victor] on your body. It is like a brand of thought. It has been deeply engraved in your heart." David leaned on it.

The lower back, like a prostitute who took off her clothes to show off her figure, completely let go of her fear and pulled off the last fig leaf, "I won't hurt you, Jack Martin. After turning you into a new story, I will

Rewrite the memories in your mind - tonight, you were supposed to have a very romantic encounter with the beautiful girl at the front desk. I already know how to write this rosy story, and I will give you a paragraph

Happy memories.”

"No... no no no... no!" Jack still wanted to pull the trigger and try to shoot: "Don't come over here!"

David had already taken the lead and changed and supplemented the handwriting on Jack's body.

Changed [docile] to [quiet].

Little Jack wanted to pull the trigger, but his index finger was strangely bent and fractured, as if it had touched a hot iron, avoiding the trigger guard.

Looking at David again, he pulled Jack up from the chair, as if holding his lover, and used two pens to tease Jack's eyebrows, as if they were the knives used to perform a craniotomy on Jack!

"Jack! Embark on this journey again to experience the power of Hell's Highway!"

"bite!--"

At this moment, the doorbell rang.

Mr. Wen Bucai stood outside the door, holding a dinner plate, wearing waiter's clothes, and there was a gun on the plate.

He was worried about little Jack's safety in his heart. When he heard the gunfire and Jack's scream, he was as fast as a flash of lightning in spring. Just like when little Jack saved him, he rushed forward without any thought or thought.

Entered this hotel.

Although he didn't know what happened, this daredevil dared to chase him to Sloth Town.

Wen Bucai stood motionless in front of the door, and could feel the intense hot spiritual energy surging inside.

"Who's knocking on the door?" David Victor asked loudly to the uninvited visitor: "Who is it? Who is it? I don't have a ward waiter to bring a meal. Compared with the morning refreshments
To be continued...