Bu Leixing sat at the desk without moving.

He bit his nails nervously and restlessly, lowered his head to see the ruby ​​on the amulet shining.

At this moment, he could clearly feel that the manuscript paper on the desktop had an extraordinary attraction to him.

That weird attraction has exceeded the scope of ordinary things - it is by no means his desire to read.

It's like a feeling of hunger and thirst. When you see a beautiful woman wearing a miniskirt on the street, you will involuntarily glance over and take a look.

His lips were dry and his eyes were straight. Time passed by minute by minute, and every second was so long for Ah Xing.

"Can't watch...you must not watch!"

At this time, Bu Leixing understood what "knight competition" meant by Teacher Victor.

This is not a simple patience game.

——It is a competition between the two of them.

There is definitely something wrong with those manuscript papers, with very powerful magic, or superpowers attached to them.

A Xing looked at the bookcase with a serious expression, which was filled with logs of other passengers.

From the corner of the bookshelf, a few black shadows passed through the darker place, as if they were rats.

Those tiny sounds made Ah Xing's nerves allergic and his eyes were red.

If the description on the occupant's instructions is correct - then there is no doubt that David Victor is an armadillo hunter.

After Teacher Victor left, the feeling of oppression gradually disappeared, allowing Bu Meixing's brain to find a hint of awakening in fear.

Thinking of the past ten minutes of experience, he suddenly came to his senses. Perhaps many passengers were attracted by the articles in the Sun Times, just like him, like insects that smelled the smell of carrion, and they actively crashed into the mouth of the cannibal flower.

Think about this-

——Bu Leixing immediately took out his cell phone.

But his thumb stayed on the unlock button and could not be pressed any longer - at this moment, he felt very ashamed.

"When I separated from Brother Xueming, I promised him to try my luck at other passengers, but what am I doing...what am I doing!"

He slapped his cheeks, trying to wake up from the attraction of the manuscript, but he was both annoyed and sad, and he was so angry that he stamped his feet.

"I can't cause trouble for him anymore! He said that if I could ask for something useful, he would be very happy... I rarely see Brother Xueming laughing, and things that can make him laugh are very, very important!"

He finally understood-

——Why did the old passenger who kept his clothes outside the toilet door always like to talk to himself?

In this underground world, there are many fatal temptations that lead to crazy pursuits. Sometimes, even the brain will betray itself and believe in the wrong signals and wrong instructions.

Only by expressing your inner thoughts and constantly strengthening your impression can you not be dominated by blurred illusions.

Just as Zhu Meixing learned from his mistakes and was about to get up and leave, another strong sense of shame tied his legs.

It was like he was grabbed by two cold palms of his ankles, and he could no longer walk.

"I promised Victor... to help him guard this manuscript."

Bu Leixing's breathing became heavier and heavier. From this 1.9-meter-old man, there were sounds of breathing like a cow.

"Since we met, the teacher never put any airs on me. He opened his heart to me, a stranger, and asked for help. Even if he was an armadillo hunter, even if he was an enemy, I accepted this challenge and I must not give in!"

Five minutes left--

——Victor will come back at the fastest five minutes, and at the latest nine minutes.

"In order to write a good story, he cut his hands open, just like fulfilling his promise to readers. The teacher is a person who believes in words and wants to write a bloody broken palm - it hurts very much, right? It must be very painful..."

Bu Leixing pursed his lips, hugged each other with both hands, and his eyes were filled with anger and never gave up.

"How can I live up to his expectations - if I promised him, I must do it, otherwise, how should I defeat him?"

He swallowed his saliva nervously, but his eyes were gradually shifting towards the manuscript paper on the desk.

"Even if the teacher is a hunter... I have to wait until after the duel, and ask clearly and then consider whether to punch him - the teacher is only 1.8 meters tall and doesn't look strong at all. When it comes to fighting, I'm not afraid of him at all."

He stretched out his hand suddenly, raised his chin, and forced his head to straighten it.

"No... Step into the meteor..."

Ah Xing said to himself viciously.

"You can't peek, don't be impatient."

At this moment—

——David Victor is back.

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......

The great writer with weird behavior pushed open the door.

Bu Leixing seemed to have walked away from the gates of hell and immediately stood up. "Teacher! Are you back? Is this my winning?"

"No..." Victor apologized: "The train just drove into the 70th district of the North, and it was a little cold. I came back to change my clothes and went to the dining car with only a dressing dress in pajamas. I'm afraid it would be impolite."

"Oh...so that's how it is." Bu Leixing sat back again, staring at the time on the waterproof watch uneasily, less than two minutes passed.

After changing his clothes, Victor walked out slowly and asked A Xing questions before leaving.

"Sorry, I'm so happy that I'm so useless. You haven't peeked at my draft, right?"

"Don't worry, teacher!" Bu Leixing immediately replied: "I don't know how to watch it! No matter how many times you come back to change clothes, I feel very good. It will be fine if I have to stay for another half an hour!"

When Victor heard A Xing's answer, he felt lost and felt a deep sense of loss. It took him a long time to recover from that sad mood and become energetic again.

"Not bad... It's really good, Bu Mei Xing, your eyes are really good. If I can get your log, it will definitely be a very exciting life!"

A Xingduo asked: "Teacher...you..."

"Yes, I'm a hunter." Victor said with integrity: "In order to write a more powerful story, I won your diary through duels again and again. Just like the famous author Hemingway, he seized the affair of good friends and risked breaking friendships, and wrote these materials into the book and turned into a beautiful thing for readers."

A Xing was silent—

——He rarely becomes completely silent and completely quiet.

After Victor left and went to prepare coffee seriously, the suffocating feeling of oppression dissipated, Ah Xing finally became alert - the competition was officially begun.

"If this happens, I can't lose..."

He opened his phone in a panic and flipped through the logs.

He and Jiang Xueming's mobile phone data have been copied from each other, which is a common investigation record between the two, and it is impossible to divide a single log.

There are many information about Jiang Xueming, including his [romance] with Mrs. Canaan, as well as Jiang Bailu and Pancake.

He thought carefully how terrifying it would be for Brother Xueming if these things were entered into the newspaper.

......

......

David Victor walked all the way to the dining car.

As he passed through the carriages, the originally warm and noisy guests suddenly became quiet.

It was not until he left that the guests returned to normal from the sense of oppression, and they talked softly in private.

“That’s the VIP in the VIP car.”

"Who is it?"

"David Victor - BOSS likes him very much and is an interpreter."

"I felt like I was being strangled as he passed by me..."

"These guests always have a kind of obsession that is almost crazy, which is really unsettling."

......

......

Mr. Victor had already changed into a body-faced dress.

He changed into a small dress and tight leather pants, and his temperament was very energetic. He had big red tiled cloth boots on his feet, a black velvet scarf and silver hair accessories set against the big golden curls, and there were seventeen belts made of silver medal decorative buckles on his waist. He played with a pen in one hand and a square doctor's bag in the other hand - he looked very flamboyant.

From the cold land in the north, a cold wind with frost and mist blew in the outside of the carriage - many guests had already pulled down the car window. When they saw this charming and charming writer passing by, they couldn't help but shrink their heads and hide from the cold car window.

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Victor came to the dining cart and took out several ingredients for Mrs. White's coffee from the heavy doctor's bag - and started making coffee.

At this moment, Jiang Xueming had just entered the dining car - he was still worried. He thought that Bu Leixing was so fascinated by all kinds of things that he couldn't find Bei. He only waited for about ten minutes and decided to get up and search.

Until Xueming ran into this bizarrely dressed blonde curly hair in the dining car.

Unlike other passengers, the blonde curly hair had no intention of taking the initiative to avoid it, and was not afraid at all.

This made Xue Ming take a lot of care, pretend to be a business smirk, and greet him actively.
To be continued...