Anthony. Hopkins, maybe he had more names before and will be, but let's call him by his current name.

He noticed that he was being followed on platform 23 of the Cape Town railway station, where two beautiful luthiers were playing a cheerful "lark" with their cheeks against their delicate red violins, and from the dedicated entrance to the waiting room to the train's dark gold old-fashioned sliding doors, there was a soft and delicate scarlet carpet about two meters wide. Distinguished passengers have arrived, and several conductors in the snow-white uniforms of the Rowos Express, the world's first luxury land train, shuttle lightly, smiling and bringing champagne and juice to the guests for drinks.

The captain, who was exactly an old European gentleman, stood in front of the door, toasted the well-dressed guests and gave a simple but impassioned speech, then picked up the gilded post and began to read out the names of the passengers one by one in alphabetical order, one after each name was read

A handsome waiter stepped forward to lead the passengers into the carriage, and the whole process was like the opening of a royal ball.

"Anthony. Mr. Hopkins and, Sasha. Miss Hopkins, it's a great pleasure to invite you to ride Rowvos. ”

Well, we can now turn our lens on our protagonist, who is graceful and modest—the same humility that a human does to a well-bred pig, and the passenger who thanked the guide waiter, though his combed hair was more heron gray than gray than it had been many years ago—the former was obviously whiter, and the direction and distance of his facial features had changed, but the deep blue eyes and the eyebrows that pressed the eyes tightly formed a heavy shadow, and the haughty hooked nose, There are also the beautifully shaped, reddish-brown lips, the interesting oval scar on the edge of the left palm, which somewhat resembles a mark on the main trunk after a branch has been amputated, though very faint and mixed with the other lines of the palm, and the slight nervous tremor that rarely appears at the corners of the mouth, which are so small and negligible to the average person that some people with a heart, such as us, can still make some of his true identity recognizable.

And the girl with an extraordinary monumental name, the one who was killed by Anthony. Mr. Hopkins held in his arms, a child of about four or five years of age, should have known who she was if you saw her dark eyes as if they were purple lilacs after rain, and curled hair of pale gold, the color of the morning sun, and as for her mother, or her condition, we shall know later, so there is no need to be too anxious now, but follow Anthony first. Suddenly. Mr. Perkins went to see this column of extravagant monsters.

The total number of passengers that Rowvos can accommodate is just over 40 people, and even a carriage has a maximum of two rooms. The train has a strong aristocratic atmosphere, the interior of the carriages is all hardwood, there are many windows that can be opened and closed at any time, and the rooms have plenty of natural light. Separate air-conditioning system and separate spacious toilet for 24-hour hot bath – soak up in a Victorian-style bathtub with views of Africa from the window. Standing in the middle of it doesn't feel crowded at all. A standard KingSize bed or an equally gorgeous twin bed – this is pre-decided by the passenger himself – fixed at one end of the room. It is said that this is also one of the 25 reasons why it is rated as the most luxurious train. The pattern of the bed covers, curtains and sofa was personally selected and designed by Mrs. Vos, using Edwardian floral patterns, which is noble and intimate.

The food served in the dining car is also biased towards the English style, simple, light and exquisite, which is very in line with the subtle and exquisite taste of modern aristocrats.

This was also very much to Anthony's liking, he ordered fruit puree, red soup, grilled prawn sufli, English chop for the sand, chicken salad, mushroom soup, cod steak, beef braised potatoes, strawberry ice cream and chocolate pudding for dessert, and just as he raised his glass and was about to enjoy it, an elegantly dressed lady walked past him...... The muscles around her suddenly trembled in a way that ordinary people would not and could not detect, but this did not escape Anthony's eyes and feelings, he had an extremely deep understanding of the human body, yes, he knew everything from the human body to the soul.

Anthony sniffed deeply in the glass, comprehended the aroma of the wine, then swallowed a sip of the wine, let the wine stay in the mouth for a few more moments, and rolled his tongue twice, so that the senses could fully experience the wine, and finally swallowed it all...... In addition to this lady, there was also a gentleman who had been guarding her all along, young and handsome, and they all had an unforgettable smell that reminded Anthony of the not-so-distant past.

"Guess what the first thing she said to him would be?"

Reaching out and pressing the snow-white napkin on his chest, Anthony lowered his voice, "My sweet little Sasha, I think, she will say, dear, we found him!" ”

"Honey, we've found him!"

"Really? Oh, my dear Mary, you really see clearly, really that person! ”

The young man who was waiting in the room jumped to his feet, took the elegantly dressed lady tightly in his arms, and closed the door tightly.

"Absolutely!"

Maria pulled her fiancé's arm, "Don't be so excited," she blushed, not knowing whether she was excited or shy, "Now, Martin, what do you say we should do?" It's a report to the superiors ......"

"Don't be stupid, report to our superiors and we'll have nothing."

Martin interrupted her impatiently, "Well, let me think about it, there's more than one person offering a bounty on that person right now......"

Maria shook her head, "I don't think that's a good idea, do you remember the FBI who died on top of the Empire State Building?" Holding his head in both hands, his internal organs dragged outside...... Or we get off at the next stop and make a phone call...... I remember that they were also very generous to people who provided reliable information. ”

"Nope." Martin crossed his arms and paced back and forth a few steps, "If he gets off at that stop, the so-called reliable information will become a joke, and we will have to keep an eye on him at all times." It's not as dangerous as that, but the bounty is only one percent. He shrugged, "Why don't we do it ourselves, Maria, we're not ordinary people, we can catch that madman." ”

Maria collapsed limply on the couch, unexpectedly discovering that the excitement of the great prey had passed, and that it was the fear that controlled her.

"God willing, we carry what we need." Martin opened the suitcase that the two of them carried with him, and took out a crossbow about eighty centimeters long and six crossbow arrows from the dark layer on the side: "Maria, put some high-efficiency anesthetic out, that person is worth more alive than dead." ”

"Martin!"

"Oh my God, don't be stupid! Do you know how high that person's reward has been? 50 million dollars! Martin dropped his crossbow and crouched down to hold Maria's hand, his palms hot like a fever patient: "You know what that means, don't you?" Answer me, Mary, yes? ”

"But...... He also has a child with him. ”

"We didn't intend to hurt this child, on the contrary, we were saving her!"

"Martin ......"

"Alright," Martin grabbed the makeup bag and stuffed it into Maria's hand, while looking at her with those charming blue eyes, "Please......"

Maria picked up a beautiful glass bottle, examined the golden liquid in it, took out a certain amount with a straw, mixed it with another colorless bottle, and handed it to Martin, who had been waiting for a long time.

"Please use it with care."

She looked solemn.

Before she was "invited" to work in the "institutions" of the government, Maria was a very dedicated biologist, and she did not need marijuana, cocaine, morphine or other controlled narcotics, but only borrowed some plant extracts with anesthetic effects such as white flower mandala, comfrey aconitum and snake grass, and prepared a highly effective anesthetic that could turn over a rhinoceros with 100 micrograms, which was not difficult for her, in fact, she could also use the materials she had on hand to create a venom no less than that of a viper.

"Thank you for your help," Martin pressed his excitement and kissed his fiancée on the cheek tenderly. He is different from Maria, before he entered the "institution", he was just a little person in Queens, he couldn't control his excitement when he saw something that could be exchanged for a lot of money, and the noble tone of the guy also made him disgusting, to be honest, if the person who offered the bounty allowed it, he really wanted to see how that person was tortured to death.

"I want to do it tomorrow in the early hours of the morning."

Martin said.

In the early hours of the morning, Anthony awoke to the beginning of Wagner's opera Tannhäuser's "Pilgrim's Chorus" echoing in his cranial cavity, not from some artificial machine, but from his memory, their voices as clear as the first time, and a deep cry, "Hallelujah! ”

His lips quivered slightly with the rising sound of the violin, his thin fingers dancing in the air, and his eyes shimmered in the darkness.

The bowstring sounds!

Three pure steel shotguns vibrated in the sheets, but the depth of the piercing alone showed that they did not hit the target.

Martin shrugged his shoulders, he hadn't expected to succeed in one attempt.

"Take!"

A small silver-white fork was stuck in the delicate wainscoting, and it was fortunate that Martin bent down in time, otherwise it would have been his throat.

"Hell! The file doesn't say that this guy can also have night vision. ”

The room was dark, but in the eyes of Martin, who was able to see at night, it was no different from day, except that there was no color. It was supposed to be an advantage for himself, but now that it was all ruined by the stupid informants in the "Agency", Martin was frustrated.

The music that existed only in Anthony's mind continued, the male voice had reached the end, and then the female voice, a soft and pure female voice, symbolizing forgiveness and rebirth.

He hid behind a dresser, carefully watching Martin's every move.

It's a funny kid, Anthony said in his heart.

Martin walked towards the window of the car he had entered, and the second fork flew past his eyeballs, and almost at the same time, Martin's crossbow rang again, and six, nay, nine bolts loomed in three different directions towards where the fork had come from.

"Die!"

Martin cursed painfully in his heart, although the attack just now was deliberately done by him, he didn't expect that the small dinner fork would bring such a strong wind, and although his eyeballs were not injured, he was stimulated to tears.

He moved his body quickly, his bolts piercing the air and falling into the darkness.

"Where is this son of a son of a dog hidden? The whole room is turning me into a hedgehog nest! Where the hell is he? ”

Wait a minute!

The little girl was supposed to be in the same room with him, why can't I hear a single of her voice until now?

Martin looked at the other single bed suspiciously, a lock of blonde hair peeking out from under the sheet, and suddenly he felt chills all over his body.

The slight jolt woke Mrs. Wilson in Car Seven, and she whispered in disgruntle, "This trip is terrible." ”

"You've been woken up too? Oh, poor little darling, shall I ask you for a cup of hot milk? ”

She said to the little girl who was half-sitting on the other bed.

"Thank you."

Sasha nodded very politely, and her clear purple eyes showed that she didn't feel the slightest sleep: "I want to read a book, will it hinder you?" ”

"Look, look, cute little angel, don't worry, I'll pull up the curtain, don't you need me to read it for you?"

"No, thank you."

Sasha watched the kind lady pull up the thick curtain before turning on the lamp on one side of the bed, picking up a book and flipping through it to the place where she had read it before and continuing to look at it.

On the cover of the book is written "The Other Side of Good and Evil" by Nietzsche, the madman and puritan who declared that God was dead.

"'The calmest words are the harbingers of the hurricane; Thoughts that come quietly will dominate the world. ’”

In the final moments of the explosion, Martin finally grabbed the edge of the window and flipped out, shivering in the cold evening breeze before he realized a small dinner fork nailed to his left calf.

"Hell yes!"

Could it be that the person was like himself, staying in the room until the last moment? No, he should have been a little later than himself, and he wasn't injured himself before he left the window.

"That bitch won't be killed by his own bomb!"

His not without malice was in vain, and not far from Martin, a thin figure jumped up like an antelope and stood on the roof of the car, only a carriage away from Martin.

Martin pulled out a sinister smile.

"Let's really die this time!"

He slowly raised his hands, and two powerful military crossbows appeared in Anthony's field of vision, and the neat arrows of crossbow arrows mounted on them flashed with a terrifying cold light.

The Pilgrim's Chorus had reached its climax, and the perfect chorus of male and female voices made Anthony even a little dazed, and he smelled the scent of the grass, which was the smell of Catherine, and the frankincense, which was the smell of the sand......

The familiar sound of a crossbow rattling.

The arrows that were speeding through the air suddenly made a crisp sound, and then jumped in unison with their oncoming kind, and landed outside the train.

Martin looked horrified at the small crossbow in the man's hand, which he had abandoned because of its short range and low power, but in the man's hand, they showed unimaginable power, and it was the hunting arrow they fired that had smashed the blow he was destined to take.

Anthony walked slowly and steadily towards Martin, the breeze stirring his robe-like pajamas and gray hair, his bare feet under his long pajama pants, his pale skin showing green veins, and in the moonlight, his calm and solemn expression was reminiscent of that of a monk who had been an ascetic for many years.

Martin scrambled to install the bolts, but the trick that used to take 0.5 seconds to install with one hand suddenly failed, and the arrows kept sliding out of the mounting groove and falling into his arms.

A meter away from him, Anthony raised his crossbow and said, "Throw away the weapon." ”

The music ends.

"Martin!"

When a dull explosion sounded, and many people didn't know what was happening, Maria rushed out of her room.

There was some distance from the sixth car where she and Martin were to the second car of the man, and Maria stumbled all the way, clutching a few bottles in her hands, and she was still wearing high heels at dusk, which were as unfit for running as the soft carpet in the aisle of the carriage.

Just as she approached the smoky second car, a man reached out and stopped her.

"Please don't go there, there's just an explosion there, it's dangerous."

"No, I'm going to check it out. I ......"

Maria's eyes widened in horror, and by the glimmer of smoke seeping through the smoke, she could see the man's face.

"But it's just as dangerous here."

Anthony said.

He grasped a hunting arrow in his right hand and made a graceful semi-circular arc in the air, easily plunging into the woman's fragile temple, and with the other he caught the bottle that had fallen from the dying man's hand with precision.

Anthony straightened his clothes and considered for a moment whether to go and see Sasha first, and finally he decided that he should finish the business at hand first.

In order to meet the special requirements of the paranoid and wealthy passengers, the luggage car towed by Rowos was very large, and at the end of the baggage car, there was a huge container, which occupied nearly half of the carriage.

Anthony pulls on one of the handles outside the container, and the thin strip of roller shutter rolls up with a grinding sound, and a pair of yellow eyes look at him inside.

He took a few steps back and opened a large suitcase, which contained Martin with his limbs unjointed.

"You said you wouldn't kill me as long as I told the truth."

Martin rolled his eyes at the shadow above his head, his jaw knocked off, and he muttered muttering.

"Yes, but I don't believe it, so I need to prove it."

Anthony secured his jaw and then picked up a bucket of liquid and poured it over his head.

"It stinks."

Martin grumbled, but he soon stopped talking, and a stout, terrifying head slowly poked out of the container.

"His name is Merry, Amazon, and he has been a babysitter for 5 years. But now Sasha doesn't need a babysitter anymore, so I decided to send it back to the rainforest. Anthony explains, "I'm sorry for soiling your clothes, but Merry is always dismissive of food that doesn't smell like caiman's blood, and it's a little bit of a perverse ...... Okay, now do you want to say that you just recognized the wrong person? ”

After declining the invitation to dinner, Anthony stepped out of the separate carriage, and before he could lock the door, he heard an ecstatic voice, "Oh my God, Mr. Hopkins, Mr. Hopkins, you are here!" You're not in the car! ~Haha, that's great! ”

The disheveled captain ran over with a smile.

"Great, you're not in your compartment."

"What happened to my car?"

"Well, I'm sorry......" the commander tugged down at his collar, which was unrelentingly obstructing his vision, "I think it's a horrific incident...... Luckily there was no one in that car, and your daughter was in car number seven, right? ”

"Yes, I'm lucky."

Anthony's sneering smile made the captain sit on pins and needles.

"We've put together car 10 for you to stay in, you can also choose other unowned cars, and of course, there are other compensations...... God, this snake is so big, so beautiful, what is it eating? ”

The commander, who caught a glimpse of the figure of the forest snake through the gap, seemed to have forgotten his duty for a moment, and shouted innocently and curiously, of course, it was not ruled out that he could use this childish behavior to escape from the embarrassing situation.

Anthony turned around and looked at the last lock of hair that had been swallowed down his throat a minute earlier, and now it was bulging from its neck.

"A pig."

He replied nonchalantly, "It's just a pig." ”

End of Chapter 1