Abyss Train

Chapter 829 Ordinary Love ⑤ Humor

[Part ①·Deformation]
At about 2:40 in the morning, I rushed back to Miss Yilan's residence.

It was an independent small villa with a garden, from which one could see part of the home decorations of the living room and the children's room - her family was wealthy, and her parents had long prepared property for her to get married, but she was already thirty years old and still hadn't found the other half of her life.

Just as I was about to open the door with the key, the sound of turning the key seemed to wake up the two dogs in the house. My heart began to ache from the sudden barking of the dogs.

A strong stench came out from the gap in the door. I realized something was wrong and slowed down my pace in opening the door.

It wasn't canine body odor, nor was it the fishy smell in the mouths of peanuts and walnuts - their saliva was indeed very smelly, and Margaret left the job of brushing their teeth to me. As I said before, these two dogs almost regarded me as their mother and Margaret as their father.

This population structure is very common in dog-keeping families in modern society. If you don't conquer your pet dog, it will ride on your head and shit on you. This is the nature of dogs, something that is engraved in their genes and cannot be changed.

But the strange smell made me stop and become extremely wary.

Naomi and Tom went crazy, because of Margaret's body parts, they attacked me almost insanely. These two people had a more or less morbid attachment to Margaret.

Ms. Naomi and Margaret were originally lovers when they were students.

Mr. Tom regretted marrying such a barren wife, and Margaret became Tom's next fantasy object.

My wife seems to be a popular person, so will this curse work on walnuts and peanuts? Will they attack me because of the broken arm in my arms?
I'm not sure.
Because the stench leaking from the crack in the door almost made me retreat, and the barking of dogs became weaker and weaker. Dogs that bite people don’t like to bark. They stopped barking, probably because they were preparing to bite people.

"Walnut! Walnut!"

I shouted in a low voice.

"Peanut! Good dog! Good dog! Good girl!"

My instructions don't seem to work.

"Sit down! Daddy's back!"

There was a sound of claws scratching the wood from inside the door, and the barking of the dog slowly stopped.

——They did not sit down, but seemed to become gentler and more obedient.

I was still hesitant to figure out that Tom and Naomi were mentally ill, but why wasn't I affected by this hunger? I didn't have that crazy appetite.
In the eyes of ordinary people, perhaps I have been crazy for a long time.

I killed the couple just for some of Margaret's pieces.

Even if they are eating people, I shouldn't kill them, right?

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Should they be punished by law? I don't understand. I don't understand.
I was so caught up in these trivial moral dilemmas that I was distracted for a moment and somehow opened the door.
suddenly!
I was knocked down by a huge force! The whole world went dark!
I rolled back to the asphalt road in the rainy night, swept away by an indescribable terrifying force!

Something grabbed me and pushed me out!

I felt my right arm being pulled hard, and then it was dragged to the bushes on the other side of the road, dragged to a small park, and then dragged to the side of the road like flying.

Suddenly there was a flash of lightning——

——The moment when pale blue lightning illuminates the sky and the earth.

I saw the condition of my arm clearly. Peanut had bitten my arm and was trying to drag me into the wild.
No.
No no no! No! No!
That wasn't Margaret's dog anymore.

How can it be so tall? Impossible!
The lightning illuminated both the Corgi and the Big Dog's heads.

I collapsed on the asphalt road, and was dragged to the gravel path in the park. I suddenly woke up. Looking out from the monster's soft underbelly, the two dogs had sparse hair and their torsos seemed to be fused with some humanoid creatures. Their limbs were interlocked in strange ways, and their claws extended from a mass of deformed flesh, digging at the stones like flying, trying to take me further away from the civilized world!

What a monster! Oh my god!
What is this!
If Tom and Naomi's crazy behavior was just the appetizer, this bloody deformity was the final blow that broke my defenses.

I almost lost all my courage, screaming and forgetting to resist.

I didn't know how to defeat this huge monster that was three and a half feet tall and six feet long. It used a dog head on the side of its belly to bite my right hand, which was the most powerful part. I couldn't reach the gun, and I started to retch in pain.

Can two bullets really kill it? Can they?
When I think of death, it seems as if all sounds disappear.

As if death wasn’t so scary after all, Margaret was already dead!

Sam Walker, you have to accept reality.

Maybe all this is an illusion, just your illusion.

You become a madman, a murderer.

Because of Margaret's death, you have been frustrated everywhere and have lost your normal life.

You began to look for everything about her, including Mr. Tom and Ms. Naomi. You unreasonably kicked open their door, grabbed the gun and killed these two innocent people just to satisfy your inner possessiveness. You didn't believe that Margaret was dead.

These are all things you imagined.
Sam Walker, you can't accept Les Miserables without Margaret.

"No! No no no!"

The cold rain and the severe pain in my arm made me face the reality. I could no longer escape into illusions.

The stench emanating from this monster almost made me lose all my courage, and the huge pressure was about to completely destroy my mind.

Just at this time--

—Margaret’s broken arm, sticking out from my raincoat.

it.
Or rather her!
It's her! Margaret's ghost seems to want to help me again!

What does she want to do? She.
She slapped Peanut's head hard! Just like she was scolding a disobedient pet at home! As the leader of the tribe, she was scolding the child!
"Margaret! It's not peanuts anymore! It's walnuts."

I turned my head and saw another dog head growing on the other side of this deformed freak's high butt.

"God damn it."

[Part ②: Trap]
Margaret didn't seem to realize what was happening -

——She has no eyes, no nose or ears, and can only rely on this arm to sense changes in the environment.

She seemed to know I was in trouble, but couldn't do much to help me.

My love is still alive! This fills me with determination!
Before I could draw my gun, Margaret reached for the P226 in her raincoat. She couldn't aim, and my left torso was hurting so much that I couldn't hold the gun steady, so I asked Margaret to help me hold the gun.

The muzzle of the gun was against Peanut's chin——

"--boom!"

In an instant, I rolled into the mud, hit the triangular blue brick shoulder of the gravel road hard, and then suddenly got up!
The huge deformed body was bleeding profusely. The rain partially blocked the view, and only a vague outline was swaying on the park path, seemingly severely damaged.

I lost some strength in my right arm and couldn't lift it up. I was extremely upset.

Holding Margaret's broken arm tightly in my armpit, I used my left hand to correct the gun line and let Margaret fire. Lightning illuminated the monster's flesh again, and I finally saw it clearly!

It was made of some non-woven fabrics and a yellow cotton plaid shirt. The strange-shaped back had several arms arched out. It seemed to be a monster made up of the limbs and torsos of five or six humans and the bones, blood, skin and flesh of two dogs.
I turned around and ran without hesitation. I had no way of killing it with just my last bullet! It was too tall and too big!

The sound of footsteps came from behind me, and my scalp tingled - it was the sound of the freak moving quickly using human limbs in the rainy night.

The sound of high heels, leather shoes, and bare feet clacking on the asphalt road. I didn't dare to look back and rushed into Miss Yilan's house, then slammed the door shut!

Margaret's hands put the gun back into my pocket and helped me get the key and the padlock.

There was a loud banging on the door, but Miss Ilan's house was sturdy enough - her door was very heavy and the freak couldn't get in.

Soon the sound disappeared, and I looked outside the fence from the direction of the garden. That bloody monster was still reluctant to leave and was preparing to come in from another way!

Using its hands and feet, it slowly climbed up the barbed wire. It was first stabbed by the caltrops of the towering guardrail. When it reached the highest point and was about to flip over, its fat and heavy body was hooked by four sharp bayonets that penetrated deeply into its flesh.

The dog head on its butt is still wailing——

——It seemed that Walnut was still imitating the sounds it made at home to ask for food and please Margaret. It was showing weakness and begging for mercy.

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After a long, long time, I hardly dared to breathe.

Finally, it stopped moving, as if it was dead.

The sticky black blood flowed down from the bayonet of the guardrail and it took almost twenty minutes to completely dry up. The heavy rain repeatedly washed away the dirty bloodstains in the garden. Perhaps people would be able to see this monster early tomorrow morning.

Instead of decreasing, the doubts in my mind increased.

Why? Why does Miss Elayne have this kind of monster in her house?

I turned on the light in the living room and was shocked to see bloodstains on the walls of the hall.

Miss Yilan's house is very big. Although it only has two floors, the living room has a wide hexagonal space that can accommodate fitness equipment and part of the garden pavilion.

The walls were covered with bloody handprints and strange alien characters that I couldn't recognize.

A little bit of German can be seen between the lines, and judging by the depth of the engraving, this should be the earliest handwriting - was this written by Miss Ilan?

"Margaret."

"I miss you so much."

"Margaret."

This young nurse seemed to have gone crazy a long time ago, she just acted very normal.

Did she trick me here and kill me with the help of that monster?
I searched the house, but couldn't find any useful clues in the messy living room. I became more and more angry. It was unreasonable. Yilan wanted to kill me? She raised a monster in her house? She wanted to kill me?

How many people did she harm?
When I opened the refrigerator, I seemed to understand it all.

Margaret's head was right in front of me, and I collapsed back onto the bloody carpet.

When her brain was actually revealed in front of me, I could hardly suppress the fear and sadness in my heart.

She was indeed dead. It was not some bizarre kidnapping and extortion, nor was it a murder by dismemberment.

She died in a very vicious witchcraft ritual, and her soul cannot rest in peace.
I carefully took Margaret's head out and held her in my arms.

I don't understand why Yilan froze Margaret. If these body parts were still conscious and could make rational judgments, why should she be sealed?
The head now looks unconscious and has fallen into a deep coma and hypothermia.

My body temperature gradually dispelled the cold, and I could feel that Margaret's broken arm was becoming more and more active, as if because her brain was becoming clearer, the broken arm was gradually regaining its spirit.

The wet head regained some color.

——I stared at my fiancée. I saw her face clearly and was absolutely sure that she was the girl I had been dreaming about.

The amber eyes slowly opened, and the bloodshot gradually faded. When she saw me clearly, she seemed very weak. Without throat vocal cords and heart and lungs, she couldn't make any sound. She could only slowly open and close her mouth, as if she was saying something.

"Margaret?" I suddenly felt distressed and wronged when I saw my lover wake up. It was clear that we should get married soon.
"What do you want to say, Margaret?"

"Mother"

"Fucker?"

After understanding this dirty word from the lip reading, I suddenly felt a bit amused and helpless——

——I don’t know how to accept all this, but at least things are getting better.

She can hear and see and knows what I'm talking about, which is a good thing.

As long as she is put back together, maybe she can survive!
"Margaret, what happened? I found a death certificate in the hospital. Am I dead? Am I like you? Have we both become zombies?"

The laceration on my right arm finally started to flare up, and the pain was so severe that I was talking nonsense.

"Elayne called me to this place! She wants to kill me?"

"What happened to your two babies? Why did they turn into monsters?"

I pointed at the tall guardrail outside the garden, at the deformed body.

"What on earth did it eat? And why?"

Margaret's eyes became brighter and brighter. She glanced at the broken arm, as if she could control it from a distance and let it climb to the second floor.

I held Margaret's head and walked up to the second floor with difficulty.

——When I arrived at Miss Yilan’s study and opened the door, I was almost stunned.

Various document packets, photos, information about the volunteer part-time program at St. Stephen's Cathedral, and cult symbols almost filled the space.

Including Ms. Naomi and Mr. Tom, their photos are also hung on the small blackboard.

Miss Mia from the city fire department is Margaret's poker partner. Mr. Claus, who is also a member of the fire department, is also in the photo. Their heads have been crossed out with red crosses. Are they dead? Have they turned into meat in the stomachs of walnuts and peanuts?

There is no doubt that Miss Yilan was the organizer of this ceremony.
Likewise, she is also the recipient.
There was the cover of the package right in the middle of the desk, but the delivery time was earlier.

Five days ago, Yilan received part of Margaret's body.

——One step ahead of Margaret's brain mail, and ahead of walnuts and peanuts.

(End of this chapter)