Abyss Train

Chapter 827 Ordinary Love ③: Lost Memory
[Part①·Hate Begins with Love]
I looked at Officer Tom's body and my heart couldn't calm down for a long time.

An indescribable feeling of guilt slowly crept into my heart, and that inexplicable colic came over me again, not only grabbing my left half of the body, but also squeezing my stomach tightly.

I vomited all over the floor, expelling all the wine and gastric juices. The sour smell coming from my mouth and nose made me more certain that my body and my brain seemed to have stepped on the accelerator in an unpredictable direction, and I didn't know what was going on.

why?
Why did I suddenly pick up the gun?

Why did I become so cruel?
In just a moment, I lost all my sanity -

--I thought Tom was a bad man, when he talked about Margaret, when he told these things, and used Margaret's body as a condiment for his food.
I'm almost going crazy!
With this in mind, I grabbed Tom's body and dragged it to the backyard. It took me more than three hours to dig out a place to hide the body.

It was getting darker and darker, and it started to rain halfway through the digging.

I was not frightened by the thunder and was still thinking about what to do next——

——First, Naomi. Tom’s wife also ate Margaret’s blood. She should know some inside information. I’m going to find her.

Then there was the county police's shift record. He went missing from my house. Judging by the response speed of the Neusiedl police force, more police would probably come looking for me tomorrow morning.

After filling the pit with the last handful of mud, I searched the woods for more than thirty henbane plants and replanted them on Officer Tom's grave, using these strong-smelling, slightly poisonous plants to drive away the police dogs - if it works, I prayed that it would work.

Back at the restaurant, I wiped out all traces of Officer Tom's belongings in the house, including the recorder and tapes used for law enforcement records, the shells outside the porch, and then went out to look for his police car.

I drove away from the scene, back to the suburban green space near the international airport, and pushed the car into the river.

I walked home, and the Margaret in my pocket seemed to have become quiet. After I killed Tom and got the diamond ring back, it became obedient - it didn't continue to hurt the flesh of my thigh.

I was soaking wet, and when I pushed open the door and walked into the restaurant, I felt like my body was going to fall apart. I looked at the broken arm again under the dim light of the rainy day, and saw the forearm clearly.

Pick it up, slowly put the palm in your pocket into it, slowly
Miracles happened little by little. The severed palm, which had lost water and blood, seemed to have gained greater strength. The two broken pieces of the body bit each other, and the flesh and blood grew back together!
I felt it was incredible, and I speculated in my heart -

- If the rest of Margaret's body is recovered, will she still have a chance to survive?

Almost without thinking, I changed into a yellow raincoat, put Tom's gun into the inner pocket, pulled out the magazine and looked carefully, there were only two bullets. I took the broken arm and rushed into the rain without looking back, heading towards Officer Tom's home.

Half an hour later, I saw no new police cars or pedestrians on the road. The weather was so bad that even ordinary vehicles were rare.

Passing the ruins of the ancient Singi Castle and turning from the small road into the densely populated residential area, I waited for a while near the street light, looking left and right outside Ms. Naomi's house, gradually becoming anxious.

She has two neighbors, and the lights in their houses are still on. I don’t know what this woman’s mental state is like - if she is like Tom, and has gone crazy and turned into an ogre, what should I do?
Should we shoot? That would attract more people.
Looking in through the floor-to-ceiling window, Naomi seemed to be cooking. It was already lunchtime. She did not go to the county hospital for duty today and seemed to have taken a leave to rest at home.

I didn't hesitate any longer and knocked on the door.

"Ms. Naomi"

"Naomi."

There was a noise of gongs and drums coming from inside the room, as if something had fallen to the ground.

"Here it comes! Here it comes! Here it comes, wait a minute!" Naomi's voice sounded extremely flustered.

Half a minute later, the housewife in her early thirties pushed open the door. She looked very good, with fair skin and beautiful looks in the rainy weather, rosy lips and a full forehead. She seemed to have just taken a shower and her whole body was radiant.

She saw half of my face hidden in the raincoat and was suddenly startled. When she saw my appearance clearly, she seemed to recognize me a little - this was the postman from Neusiedl who had just been fired.

"Oh! Mr. Walker!"

I nodded, feeling no emotion, even though I had just killed her husband.

Even now, I still think so, Mr. Victor. When I recall this story, the moment I stepped into Naomi's room, I seemed to be a different person.

"Is Margaret here?" I decided to get straight to the point.

Ms. Naomi welcomed me into the room and went to tidy up the pillows on the sofa in the living room. Suddenly, her whole body tensed up and her movements became stiff.

"Mr. Walker? Are you asking me?"

I immediately asked, "Is there anyone else in the house?"

Naomi laughed awkwardly and said, "I don't understand. Margaret and I don't have much in common. She works in the city hospital and I work in the county hospital."

"Your husband told me," I said bluntly, ready to draw my gun, "that you received a package in the mail. It's related to Margaret."

Naomi was still quibbling, she was still hoping for the best, her eyes betrayed her -

"——It's a little present from Margaret. She's getting married!"

"I am her senior, and we graduated from the same health school."

"Talk about it"

Naomi looked at me subtly, winking and sniggering at me.

"When we were in the women's dormitory, Margaret and I were still lovers."

"Mr. Walker, after we broke up, I never thought I would marry Tom—"

"—Margaret will fall in love with you."

I ignored these flattering words and went on to explain my purpose.

"She and I are going to get married soon, but I can't find her - so I came here to look."

Naomi began to clean up the kitchen, doing it in a half-hearted manner.

"Isn't she home? She doesn't answer the phone?"

"I called the police, and the downtown police station will come to investigate."

"Calling?"

"The phone can't be reached."

"You can go to the city hospital. Maybe the bride is suddenly angry. Tom also said that I have a strange temper and will get angry for no reason because of all kinds of trivial things."

"Naomi, I don't want to waste any more time beating around the bush."

At this point, I finally lost all my patience——

——This woman doesn’t want to talk to me properly at all. She is driving me away. She must know something.

I didn't look at her carefully, the kitchen was just behind me.

The range hood started running again, and the iron pan made some harsh frying sounds as it heated the oil. Was she making lunch? Was she still frying something? The main course on the table had a warming lid, and the other two plates were filled with tomato and cucumber slices, and the side dishes and sauces were ready - was Naomi still making snacks?

Just as I was hesitating and waiting for an answer, the broken arm in the raincoat suddenly grabbed my hair.

Margaret's ghost seemed to sense the danger. It pressed my head and dragged me to the coffee table, demanding that I lower my head!
Scalding hot oil poured from behind! Some of it poured onto my back. Even though I was wearing a raincoat and a coat, the oil temperature of nearly 200 degrees still burned me so much that I screamed heartbreakingly. I immediately rolled off the sofa.

——I hit the tea table and fell to the TV cabinet in the living room. I gritted my teeth in pain and struggled on the carpet. My nose and tears started to flow.

I barely had the energy to draw my gun, I don't understand!
Why is Ms. Naomi crazy too! What is she doing?
"Walker!" Naomi's face changed instantly.

In my blurred vision, in the mist covered by tears, the woman was standing behind the sofa, still shaking the iron pan, trying to throw the last bit of hot oil towards me!
"Walker! Walker! Walker! Sam Walker!"

"Margaret is mine! Mine!"

"Don't even think about taking her away from you! Don't even think about it!"

[Part ②: Sam Walker's medical records]
The crazy woman threw the cauldron at me and hit me on the head.

I barely raised my arm to block it for a moment, and then I saw her picking up the chef's knife and rushing towards me aggressively!

I managed to turn over on the carpet and tried to stand up, but Naomi threw me onto my back the instant I did so.

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- The knife is going to stab my throat! I don't have room to get my gun! Raise your arm and hold Naomi's knife-holding wrist!

The woman's saliva was spreading out from the corners of her mouth. She was in a daze, her eyes were wild, and she was laughing strangely.

"Hey hey hey hey hey hey"

"Walker."

"Hey hey hey hey"

"Kill! Kill you! Kill you!"

I couldn't stop the blade from moving toward my throat. It seemed like everything was going to end. The kitchen knife, along with Naomi's weight, continued to put pressure on me.

——I only regret that if I hadn’t hidden the body, if I still had some strength left, if
Unfortunately, there is no if, there never was an if, time will not go back, and I have no way of knowing the motive of this woman in committing murder - let alone what is going on in her head.

I struggled hard, trying to push Naomi away and use the force to turn over.

My back hurts so much. It hurts so much.
It was already injured from the fall, and there was no time to go to the hospital for treatment. It was doused with hot oil, and was constantly rubbed and squeezed against the carpet. The pain was so severe that I almost lost all desire to survive.

——Maybe it’s better to just die like this
The sharp knife had already pierced my skin, and at this moment I couldn't help but turn my neck away. The blade slowly cut a small wound from the gap between the carotid artery, and it was going to take my life.

Just at this time, Margaret came to help me again.

The severed arm in her arms climbed up. When it appeared in front of Ms. Naomi, she felt like she was electrocuted, and her movement of leaning over to stab was also stiff.

"-Wow! ~ You have Tom's portion too? That's a lot? That's a lot?"

I couldn't understand what Naomi was saying, it was as if she had completely lost her mind.

Margaret's ghost drove the broken arm to crawl onto Naomi's face, gradually scratching the crazy woman's nostrils and trying to blind her eyes!
Almost in an instant, I found a chance to breathe!

I gave the bitch an elbow! A smack on her temple! Then I grabbed the chef's knife and slit her throat first!

Blood! Blood everywhere! Like a fountain!
I can't see anything with my eyes! I can only find a vague outline in the red blood!

The crazy woman suddenly stood up, covered her throat and couldn't speak. She backed away a little bit, and was grabbed by the hair by Margaret's broken arm, and her eyes were poked out!
I rushed towards this vague outline and stabbed her in the heart! After stabbing her six times, she collapsed back on the sofa and died soon after.

After the adrenaline wore off, I slowly washed my face and walked back to the dining table.

When I saw Naomi's unrecognizable body, I suddenly realized -

——These people seem to be cursed by an extremely evil and terrifying witchcraft.

They held a deep affection for Margaret's body.
I wanted to eat Margaret alive.

I turned to the dining table, walked over with a heavy heart, opened the thermos cover, and saw lettuce and bacon as the main course.

"Oh my god."

The air became chilly because of the thunderstorm.

The blood in my hair couldn't be washed clean, it continued to slide down my forehead and dyed my eyes red.

I looked behind me again, and saw the broken arm on the coffee table. It seemed that Margaret's soul was left there.

——It raised its middle finger towards its good senior from college and towards Naomi’s body.

I was terrified, yet also inexplicably amused, as if my fiancée was still alive, still expressing her inner dissatisfaction, still fighting alongside me.

I pieced the body parts I found on the dining table back onto the severed palm.

The originally crispy and greasy skin and flesh, as well as the dehydrated cooked limbs, began to regenerate.

I just think this world is crazy! Maybe I am crazy!

When it regained its color and turned back into Margaret's complete forearm, I finally saw hope, and I became more and more certain!

As long as we keep searching, as long as we find more limbs, she will definitely be resurrected!

But what to do? Find the owner of these packages? Kill them all?

Sam Walker

——Kill them all?
This time I didn't clean the body because there was no point, there was too much blood and there wasn't enough time. I didn't wear gloves, and the room was full of my fingerprints, and Margaret's.

I searched the room, trying to find more clues, perhaps a complete list - a list of people who had participated in this human flesh banquet and this witchcraft.

But in the end I found nothing, except some photos of Margaret and Ms. Naomi in school - they were indeed lovers for a while, a lesbian couple. After breaking up, Margaret went to work in the city, while Ms. Naomi stayed in Neusiedl.

What puzzled me most was that in the medical records Naomi left at home, there was a section about my medical practice notes.

I? Last month? I went to the county hospital once?

I have no recollection of this, Sam Walker was in a car accident last month?
I had to get to the bottom of this. Naomi was dead, the work notes revealed very little, and the medical files were left at the hospital.

Holding the broken arm, I rushed into the rain again and headed towards the county hospital.

(End of this chapter)