[Part1·Three glasses of whiskey]

After the prohibition of the slave trade in 1808, the supply of rum suffered a heavy blow, which also gave the American whiskey industry a chance to breathe and gradually gain a firm foothold in the rush of the times.

Like animal husbandry, agriculture, light industry, and weapons processing industry, they are the label of the times, a moment in history, and the eternal imprint of human civilization. The successor is the car - no matter what era the audio and video is,

As long as you can find a car, you can clearly understand the growth rings of time.

The earliest American brand of whiskey came from Kentucky - George Washington personally issued a tax decree for it, ending the barbaric era of local riots and taxation.

It is bourbon whiskey, and its name comes from the French Bourbon dynasty. It is also a thank you to the French who fought against the British on this land during the War of Independence - it symbolizes freedom and the son breaking away from the chains of his father.

Prior to this, immigrants from the Scottish Islands came to Virginia to make whiskey from rye and corn in order to relieve their strong homesickness - this wild land was not as good as the civilized world and not as good as their home in England.

This bottle of wine traveled through time and space, came to a new era, and was sent to the dazzling wine rack of JoeStar Club. Among the many wines in the collection, it has a familiar name - it is Iron Knight.

Turn back the time, go back to that moonless night, and go back to the red and black sky and earth.

Three young men covered in blood broke into the Slaughter Sheep Inn. They supported each other, panting and exhausted. Even though they had slept on the hot rock platform for several hours, they still could not relieve the physical and mental fatigue.

All the residents in the store ran away, and the proprietress Stella and her eldest son Bill fled to Sanyang Town - they only knew that an Indian broke into the cellar and killed the cadre of the perfume bottle. Maybe they would see him next time.

Perfume bottle, this orphan and widowed mother cannot escape death.

The fire in Sloth Town burned for a day and a night, and rain clouds came from the far distance of the inn road outside the hotel. It seemed that God couldn't stand it anymore and wanted to end this farce in the middle of the night.

The prophecy about the Smoke Mirror seems not to be over yet——

——It is far from over. The picture Wen Bucai saw in the divine mirror has not yet been fully realized.

Victor was the most seriously injured. He sat down against the door frame and looked out for his two companions. He took out his diary and silently drew this lonely land.

Wen Bucai found the wine cellar and found half a bottle of whiskey among a pile of debris in a dark corner.

Judging from the rat teeth marks on the cork, it was something that Jim Crow secretly hid in the wine cellar. Before he could take a few sips, he was distracted by various events that followed.

"Hey! Mrs. Stella left us something good -" As a drunkard, Wen Bucai certainly knew the value of this bottle of wine. He returned to the reception hall on the first floor of the hotel and happily chatted with his two friends.

Said: "——Have a drink? Victor?"

Victor: "Is it Irish? Or Scottish?"

"American product!" Wen Bucai looked at the moonlight and carefully identified the label on the bottle: "Made in Kentucky."

Victor said with disgust: "Fortunately, it's not from the Republic of Texas (Texas has existed as a neutral country for Mexico and the United States for a period of time in American history) - although I am reluctant, but for tomorrow, give me

Have a drink."

Jack Martin was rummaging for ingredients in the kitchen, while Stella, the proprietress, left almost nothing behind. Even if she had to escape for her life, she carefully packed away the hotel's property, including the food in the kitchen.

"It's time to eat!"

Little Jack bypassed the front desk and came to the empty wine cabinet, hugging the kitchen board and basket.

Cut open the rye bread and shake off the dust from the pastry——

“—and a caterpillar veal ham!~”

Victor's pupils were so dizzy that he simply couldn't understand Jack Martin's taste buds.

"What is that?! Oh my God! Jack! What are you going to do?"

On the dried calf meat, there were a lot of residues of molted insect eggs. Perhaps Ms. Stella thought that this piece of ham had completely spoiled and could not be eaten.

"Hey! These country people don't understand!" Little Jack said proudly, as if he had found a treasure. He used a hunting knife to separate the leg bones and peel off the moldy flesh: "As long as it is not fly eggs, the larvae of butterflies and moths also like to eat these.

Grow dried meat.”

"The ham that bugs like to eat is a treasure!"

Remove the outer skin that had been pickled with the rose salt block and slowly open the ham. Little Jack kept wiping the hunting knife with water, just in case the botulism mold got into the good red and white meat inside.

"Look! Teacher Victor!"

Mr. Victor’s expression was distorted: “I won’t eat this kind of thing!”

"There is no sauce, and there is no fresh meatloaf." Jack was still full of enthusiasm and searched for a bottle of pickles in the basket: "But there are pickled cucumbers. The boss lady's craftsmanship is really good! She is a good woman who saves money and manages the household.

——If I were to choose a wife, this kind of gentle and virtuous little widow whose husband died would be my favorite!~"

Slices of ham, slices of bread, slices of cucumber, plus some pepper and salt, and a little chopped cactus as side dishes. This is how you get an authentic Sanyang Town specialty burger.

Jack finished the first portion and handed it to Wen Bucai.

Wen Bucai took a bite doubtfully, and his eyes immediately lit up: "Victor! You should give it a try!"

Victor: "No! I refuse!"

Wen Bucai: "You should really try! Be bold! Why not be bold! There are not so many scary monsters in life!"

Victor: "No!"

After finishing the second burger, Jack Martin only felt more and more tired——

——The carving knife suddenly fell on the kitchen board, as if it was unsteady.

Really? He really didn't hold the knife steady?

Did he really let go of his fingers? Did he really have no strength at all?

The blade of the knife penetrated the kitchen board, still shaking slightly——

——The moonlight cast into the dim hotel lobby, all the kerosene lamps were asked to be taken away by the landlady, and Jack Martin could not see his fingers clearly.

He raised his arm, but it did not move immediately. Instead, it was like quicksand, like dust and haze, slowly moving, and black and yellow bones could still be seen under the sand and dust!

Jack Martin seems to have realized something. Perhaps the curse of [Deathstroke/The Herald] has never been lifted, it just came a little later and will never be absent.

He didn't cry or feel discouraged, and his mood was unusually calm.

Because it's enough, it's enough, there are no regrets anymore, all the stories have been told.

Picking up the knife again, Jack wanted to make himself another hamburger.

"Wen! Where do you want to go?"

Wen Bucai was a little annoyed that he couldn't find the drinks. Hearing Jack talk about this issue, he answered immediately without thinking.

"Find Kevin! I want to find Kevin! Send this old ghost to hell!"

Kevin is the guide for the literate man, the priest who teaches him English and gives him wealth——

——He was also the culprit who instigated Wen Bucai to continue extraditing Chinese workers for the Pacific Company.

"Where is Teacher Victor?" Jack asked next.

David Victor just got the burger, and after taking the first bite, he has been in a state of confused and confused meditation. He doesn't understand how this terrible food can have such a beautiful taste.

"This journey was really dangerous. Without that insect juice drink, it would have been difficult for my legs to heal, and I might have been permanently disabled - they were hit by two six-pounder cannon fragments."

"After returning to Sanyang Town, I can't go with Wen Bucai to continue to search for this Father Kevin in the Nunu State. He has to write his own story."

"I'm going back to Europe, maybe to Austria to heal. There are many, many stories waiting for me to write."

Wen Bucai licked his fingers clean, ate all the burger, regained some strength, and began to rummage through the boxes and cabinets in search of drinking utensils. Boss Stella didn't leave a single cup for them.

"Jack! What about you? Where are you going?"

Jack: "I don't know."

"I don't know what you mean?" Victor hadn't realized the changes in Jack Martin's body, and the observant little writer hadn't noticed either.

Wen Bucai: "I don't ask about the future, but about tomorrow! For example, when the sun rises..."

"I don't know..." Jack hugged the last burger and just took a bite of the portion left for him.

He only felt a hole in his chin, and the food slipped from his throat to the table, bringing with it some scattered dust.

He finally understood that he seemed to have become a ghost——

——These sands took away his flesh and blood.

"Jack..." Wen Bucai frowned and saw the fine black sand on the table and kitchen board clearly, and finally woke up.

"Jack Martin! Jack!" Victor also noticed something strange and saw his partner's body in the shadows. The remains were like mist, gradually disappearing!

"I can only..." Jack Martin said: "No matter what, it can only be half, it can only be counted as half..."

Aohun Mingde said——

——There is no God in this world, but there are countless demons and ghosts.

God could not respond to Jack Martin's request. After leaving the rainforest, he lost half his life, half his soul, and was half dead.

In the second half of the night, he was getting farther and farther away from the big boss, and his spiritual body was gradually collapsing.

"Think of a solution quickly! Wen Bucai!" Victor struggled and managed to get up, his legs shaking and unable to support him - he fell down again while holding on to the door frame and fell outside the door: "Wen Bucai! Wen Bucai!

"

Wen Bucai stretched out his hand and just touched Jack's shoulder. His fingers almost blended into the bones of the fabric and fell into the fine sand!

"how so!"

He panicked and picked up Jack's torso with both hands, like lifting up the clouds and smoke, and picked up Jack Martin. However, this light body seemed to have completely lost all "weight" - Jack was like an invisible hand.
To be continued...