Abyss Train

Chapter 828 Ordinary Love ④ Who Died
[Part ①: The sweetness of raspberries]
Back in the commercial street of Neusiedl County, the sky was getting darker and darker. The hot and humid fog was pressed down to the ground by the strange air pressure, and everything seemed to become confusing.

The lightning that flashes from time to time is like the eyes of a wild beast in the thick fog, and the thunder is its roar.

The lights were on at the county hospital's security booth, but no one was there. I waited outside the gate for a long time, but the security guard didn't come back, and I couldn't visit this public hospital normally.

——The inpatient and treatment departments are three four-story complex multi-structure buildings. It has an L-shaped earthquake-resistant design, a round tower top for wartime defense projects, and a blockhouse design for a high-point machine gun tower. It seems to have been used as a temporary command post for the German army. From the angle of the gate, it looks like a Baroque church hidden in the fog.

I leaned through the window of the sentry box and took a look at the security guard's duty roster. I also saw some tools for trimming wires - an electric pencil and pliers, a soldering iron and soft tin for repairing circuits, and an empty rum bottle.

I immediately understood that this security guard seemed to have to do his job as an electrician as well, and perhaps he was overworked, so he went to sleep after drinking.

As I strode over the low parking lot railing and into the underground passage, I smelled a strange odor.

——It seems to have a sad and depressed taste, and a little bit of sweetness similar to wild raspberries.

I don’t know what this inexplicable synaesthesia means. Last time it was Officer Tom, who is it this time?

Then I walked towards the elevator, and the smell became stronger and stronger. I couldn't find the sign for the medical records room, so I had to go to the general office on the first floor to have a closer look. There shouldn't be many people on the night shift. Regarding my car accident, both the emergency department and the surgery department would keep records.

To be honest, I have no recollection of this happening, or rather, I have forgotten all my memories of last month.

This is very realistic, just like we have to use the calendar to recall a certain holiday last month, or to remember a certain meal we had occasionally last week. This is probably as difficult as climbing to the sky.

It's blurry and chaotic.

For me, all I remember is the day-to-day work and the experience of resigning.

Ever since I finished my career as a postman, I have been planning my wedding.

Margaret seemed to want to motivate me in this way. She hoped that I could get out of the trough of unemployment. She really was my angel.

Faced with a frustrated man, she did not blame me, despise me, leave me or give up on me.

She decided to marry me as a way of awakening me.

What kind of cruel freak! What kind of cold-blooded bastard! To do such a thing to her!

I could hardly control my emotions, and the moment the elevator rose, I pounded the iron door hard.

The chrome-plated steel mirror reflected my ferocious face, a thin face with a chestnut beard, deep eye sockets and a face that looked almost desperate.

When I got to the first floor, I started to cry again, and the sweet smell of raspberries became stronger and stronger. When I walked to the director's counter, I saw the corridor sign and found the surgeon's office.

The doctor had already left work, and I went to turn the door handle, but it was also locked.

I lost my patience and was about to kick the door open.

"Mr. Walker? Is that Mr. Walker?"

A voice interrupted my plan to break into the door, and I almost instinctively drew my gun and confronted the source of the voice.

Tom and Naomi's madness made me nervous and I couldn't control my vigilance.

"Walker. Walker! No no no no!"

A little nurse came out from the shadow of the corridor.

——I remember her. She should be Margaret's junior. During these seven years, we often went fishing at Binhu Lake. She was also a guest originally invited to the wedding. Her name was Yilan.

She raised her hands to cover her forehead and chin, fearing that the bullet would hit her vital parts. Through her fingers, one could see her panicked eyes and her short, shiny black hair.

She was wearing a nurse's cap and had a tag on her sleeve with the ward number, which was also the number of the several patients she was responsible for caring for.

"Walker, why did you come to the hospital? I'm not going any further."

"Do not kill me."

Yilan's emotions were very stable and she spoke in an orderly manner.

I breathed a sigh of relief, but I was not completely relieved. Naomi looked normal before the hot oil was poured on her. I was not sure if the Elan in front of me could stay awake.

"I'm here to look for my medical records."

Without talking about Margaret, I told her the purpose of my visit.

Yilan slowly put down his hand and said in a gentle voice: "Then you don't need to bring a gun, Mr. Walker. It's scary!"

That sweet raspberry smell seems to be coming from Miss Yilan, I don’t quite understand -

——She seemed to be in pain, her eyebrows were drooped, as if she was sad.

“Can you help me?” I turned the gun around and put the weapon back into my inner pocket. “Help me find this record. It’s important to me—I don’t remember these things.”

"Come with me. There are no documents from last month in the surgical office." Yilan turned on the corridor light, and only part of the road was illuminated.

I followed her immediately. She was very considerate and thoughtful. After walking about twenty meters, she turned off the lights on the upper road for fear of disturbing the patients in the inpatient department next door.

"Mr. Walker, why did you come to the hospital with a gun? Are you in trouble?"

I don't know how to answer this question. Ilan is Margaret's closest friend and the closest partner I have in my life. We can talk about almost anything.

"Something happened to Margaret."

Hearing this, Miss Yilan walked noticeably slower. She looked back at me, her eyes filled with even stronger sadness and anxiety.

I'm sure Elayne knows something, and maybe she's also a participant in this bloody sacrifice.
But I couldn't shoot her. I wasn't sure. If she had just learned of Margaret's death and received that strange package like me, maybe we could work together.
Yilan said, "Walker, you also received the package, right?"

"Yes," I replied.

“I found it too, but it wasn’t sent to me.”

"What's the meaning."

At this point, Yilan began to wipe away tears as she walked.

"Last night, I went to see Margaret to discuss the wedding rehearsal, and there was a little game of counting hydrangeas for relatives and friends. I worked the night shift very late, and I didn't hand over until twelve o'clock. I ran to the train station, and when I arrived at the door of the apartment, I found a package for Margaret."

"The recipient information is Margaret?" I continued to ask.

"No, the recipients are Walnut and Peanut."

Walnut is a Welsh corgi and Peanut is a giant poodle, both are Margaret's dogs. They recognize me and almost treat me as a mother and Margaret as the leader of the pack.

My dull mind didn't immediately think about the ogre's email.

"Is it the goods ordered by Margaret? She used these two pseudonyms?" "No." Yilan pursed her lips and looked at me timidly. She slowly turned the door handle of the archive room and inserted the key to unlock it. "I went upstairs and knocked on the door, but no one opened it. I searched the carpet for the spare key, and there was no one in the house. Walnut came to greet me, and Peanut was sleeping. At this time, I was curious, maybe the package was pet supplies."

“I’ll open it.”

When Yilan talked about this, he suddenly lost control of his emotions.

Her eyes were red and she threw herself into my arms involuntarily.

"Walker."

“That’s Margaret’s head.”

"That was her head. I was almost petrified."

'Her head was in a cake box'

"Mr. Walker, I can't bear to look at her."

"She seemed to be able to move and blink, but it was difficult for her to speak."

"She has no neck, only her head, and she can't make any sound."

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[Part②·Death certificate]
I called the police yesterday morning, but didn't the city police find out about it? Or did the city police have to wait two or three days before they came to investigate the case in Neusiedl?

"Yilan, didn't you call the police?"

"I ran away!" Yilan's face was full of tears. She held my raincoat tightly. "I was so scared that I didn't dare to look back. Two hours later, at two o'clock in the morning, I thought it was Margaret."

“That’s my best sister.”

"I went back and brought the walnuts and peanuts home, and took the head home with me."

"I was in a daze. I called the police in the middle of the night. The downtown police station asked me where I was. I said I was in Neusiedl. They transferred me to Neusiedl. The county police asked me where the crime took place and transferred me back to the city."

“I don’t know. I’m so confused.”

"Mr. Walker, I wanted to take a leave today to deal with this matter, but the police officer asked me to stay at home and wait for the county sheriff to come to visit - but you see, the patient is still waiting for me."

She showed the badge on the sleeve of her nurse's uniform.

"I have to apply for vacation three days in advance, I have no choice"

The lights came on, and Yilan finally calmed down and led me into the archive room.

I am sure that this girl was not a participant in this cannibalistic feast, she was just an insider.

When I found the relevant medical records, my eyes widened, and I turned to Sam Walker's file on the 15th of last month and found the corresponding medical bills and surgical categories.

"die"

"died?"

I'm Sam Walker.

The person, who is still alive today, has been issued a death notice in the hospital records of Little New Siddle.

I find it hard to understand what stories and lies these words on paper are telling.

Why did you write this? In 1975, in a modern society with advanced information, how could there be such fake news? Such outrageous forged documents?

This is not thirty years ago, not the barbaric days of World War II.

If you want someone to die quietly, the hospital and the local civil affairs department should jointly make a death declaration.

——Even if this person has no relatives or friends and is isolated and helpless, even if he is a dog on the side of the road, the police still need to find out the true identity of this dead person.
Me? Am I dead?
Yilan wanted to come closer to take a closer look, but I felt guilty and panicked, afraid that the nonsense in the file would scare the young nurse again - I really needed people's recognition, I was too lonely.

This girl is the only one who has seen Margaret's body and is not affected by the curse.

"No, no, no, leave me alone for a while."

I hid behind another light source holding the file. Sandwiched between the death record and the emergency first aid documents was a death investigation report issued by the police station.

Dead: Sam Walker.

Around the 302th, he was delivering mail and driving a three-wheeled diesel locomotive on Highway 3314 towards the Neusiedl residential area when he was hit by a log rolled down by the KT train, causing the mail delivery vehicle to lose control. He was unable to apply emergency brakes and was crushed by a freight train. He was sent to Neusiedl Mercy Hospital but died minutes later.

Other remains of Sam Walker were found at the crime scene and spliced ​​with the torso, totaling eight parts.
One photo after another appeared, all of them were images of my corpse.

It seems that I really died, I really died on the way to deliver mail on the 15th of last month. That was my last shift.

There was no resignation, no new postman took my place, it was just that I died in a traffic accident - so it was time for me to retire.

I can't believe this. If these photos are real, then I would still be alive and breathing and able to walk.

I think these photos are fake, faked, maybe made with some kind of makeup. The movie also has a lot of dead bodies, which are real enough.

I slowly backed into the archives, stuffing the documents back in. I had more and more questions in my mind, and I couldn't figure out the whole story - was I broken into eight pieces? Because of an accident? Because of a freight train?

My head was aching more and more, and I could only feel a little relieved when I touched the arm lining of my raincoat and Margaret's cold body.

"Yilan, did you know about this?" I walked out the door. The clue seemed to be broken here. I wanted to find out what actually happened last month. Yilan is a nurse at the county hospital. Like Naomi, they might have happened to learn about my "death news" while on duty that day - they should know something.

"Know about this?" Yilan didn't understand what I was saying.

I then patiently explained, "On the 15th of last month, I was seriously injured and sent to this hospital for treatment. Do you remember this?"

Yilan shook his head: "No, I don't know. I shouldn't have been in the hospital that day. I was on duty."

Naomi was dead, she couldn't speak, and I had no way of finding other nurses and doctors to verify the truth of my death.

"Where is Margaret's head?" I asked, and then asked: "Take me to her."

Miss Yilan took out the key from her pocket, tilted her head to glance at the inpatient department next door, and explained in a low voice.

"I'm afraid I can't go with you. There are patients waiting for me. The weather these days is either hot and humid, or cold and wet with thunderstorms - the older people can't stand it. They need me."

I nodded, took the key, and prepared to go back to Yilan's house to see Margaret.

As they walked out the door, Yilan gave specific instructions.

"Mr. Walker! Walnut and Peanut are at home too! I brought them here! Be careful of the dog!"

(End of this chapter)