Abyss Train

Chapter 831 Ordinary Love ⑦ · Wandering in the Galaxy

[Part ①: I wasn’t listening at all]
"It's okay, Margaret." I comforted my fiancée, and our hands were tightly held together.

The rings were still there, colliding with each other, almost inseparable.

Putting aside these horrible and strange memories, at least I know——

——It seemed that there was no chance for Margaret and I to turn back.

So many people died in Neusiedl, it's impossible to blame all of them on Miss Ilan and Father Kevin. Even if the bailiff believes that this is the work of witchcraft, will Margaret and I have a good ending?
I am a person who was crushed into eight pieces by a train but came back to life.

Margaret, who was chopped into sixteen pieces and used as a blood sacrifice in a witchcraft ritual, but came back to life.

The two of us no longer belong to human society and have long stepped into darkness.

"What about Ilan?" Margaret talked about this best friend. When it came to Miss Ilan, she seemed to be in a dilemma - she wanted to kill everyone, and she had heard a lot of evil things from Kevin Richard.

The culprit of all this was an old priest from St. Stephen's Cathedral.

This priest, Kevin Richard, who comes from the US-Mexico border, seems to have lived for a long, long time. When I was a child, Father Kevin has been working at St. Stephen's Cathedral. It seems that he has never aged.

"And there's this little boy Roger!" Margaret was anxious and cautious. She had also seen the document photos in the study on the second floor.

Only three participants remained in this bloody sacrifice.
No, at this moment, Miss Elayne came home.

The young nurse tiptoed to open the door, and I made a quick decision to put an end to it.

Throwing the gun on the floor, I stood up with Margaret in my hand and raised my hands towards the entrance.

I said, "Ilan! Ilan! Are you there?! Ilan!"

Walking out from the dim light of the entrance hall, Yilan was obviously startled when she saw the gun on the floor, but she did not scream, she just trembled a little.

Her expression immediately returned to normal, and that sad and sweet feeling surrounded me again.

"Senior Naomi and Mr. Tom should have died in your hands, right, Mr. Sam?"

She regained her composure, realizing that I had no hostility, and seemed to have found the initiative.

"Margaret. Margaret"

She looked at my fiancée infatuatedly——

——It seems like he is trapped in a prison and cannot extricate himself.

"Why? Why did you leave me?"

Having a wife who is so charming is really disturbing. I am confused and can hardly understand this attachment. Maybe I have already won the favor of the goddess of fate, but these people who are controlled by the curse will never get it.

Margaret squinted her eyes, finding it hard to agree with her best friend from the health school.

——At this moment, I kicked the gun towards Yilan.

I know this is a crucial step in making a choice, and it is also the step where the devil's true face is revealed.

"Elan, what on earth are you doing? Is that monster on the garden fence your work of art? Are you going to kill me with it?"

"Mr. Sam." Yilan picked up the gun without thinking. She seemed to have become a victim: "Sam! You are going to take Margaret away from me!"

"I work at the county hospital. Maybe during the holidays, I can go to church with Margaret to chant sutras, take yoga classes together, and play badminton together."

"How good would it be without you? She's going to move to your new house too?!"

She pointed the gun at my head—

——He almost cried and accused me of what I had done.

“Margaret only has so much”

"If you take some away, what belongs to me will become less"

“What belongs to me becomes less.”

"Why, Sam? Why? Because of your ridiculous love?"

Yilan's emotions were getting more and more agitated, but her speech was logical and clear.

"She's going to have a baby for you? She's going to live with you in that shabby house? Why?"

"I'm so rich! My family has 100 million! Why did you take away my best friend?!"

"You should have died long ago! Sam Walker! Margaret gave up her life for you! She has turned into a pile of minced meat!"

“I just think.”

Yilan cocked the hammer. She had no shooting training, but it was obvious that she knew how to kill with that gun.

"That's not fair."

"It's not fair. It's not fair to me."

Her face was full of tears, and she stared at me with grievance and resentment. She never wanted to hurt Margaret.

"I also worked hard to find her body. I killed the other invitees. I made a monster out of peanuts and walnuts and killed ten people? Or was it eleven? I don't remember."

Miss Elayne yelled—

"——Why? Is she under a spell? Why is she still helping you? Is it because you are getting married?"

She seemed like a little girl who was making a fuss. Margaret looked at me first, then at her.

"Elan, don't point a gun at my husband"

Yilan didn't listen. She looked determined and pulled the trigger.

There was no gunshot because I had unloaded the bullet and was just trying to figure out Miss Ilan's mental state.

The hammer kept hitting the empty barrel, and the hollow sound was so fierce, which meant that Miss Yilan really wanted to kill me, whether out of sincerity or controlled by this terrible curse - at this moment, she wanted to smash my head into pieces.

The sun shone in the courtyard, and it shone into the living room through the French windows, illuminating the bloodstains all over the room. After a night of thunderstorms, the fresh smell of rain and dew poured in from the doors and windows, gradually dispelling this terrifying and eerie atmosphere.

She still pulled the trigger, feeling that she was deceived by life and played by Sam Walker - at the age of thirty, everything seemed to have changed beyond recognition.

A close friend from school who she could talk to about anything was about to leave her life, and every day at the county hospital was filled with depression and mania - yes, always close to death.

"She's yours, Sam!"

Elayne screamed hysterically.

"She's yours! She's become yours! You put her together!"

The elderly who even their own children are unwilling to take care of, the rotten souls struggling to death in the intensive care unit, all need Yilan to take care of them patiently - even if she has a legacy of 100 million waiting for her to inherit. Maybe one day, she can resign, and freely take Margaret to take a walk on the white sandy beaches in Italy, go to Naples to see the sea, or go to further places.

But there is no such opportunity——

——Everything about Margaret’s future must have my trace and the existence of Sam Walker.

Originally, Margaret's life was a series of fragments. She belonged to many, many people, just like every invitee in the monster's belly. They all loved this woman to death. It seemed that my fiancée had become a spiritual pillar and an attachment that was difficult to give up.

She is a daughter, a friend, a teacher, a potential crush, a former school lover, a beautiful moment frozen in time, and someone else’s precious treasure.

When the ring was on her ring finger, she became Sam Walker's wife. The wedding seemed to have turned into a horrible blood sacrifice ritual that would rob these sixteen people of their happiness. Under the influence of the spell, they almost turned into animals, into ferocious monsters in the Hercules blood sacrifice ritual.

"Elan, what on earth are you thinking about!" Margaret couldn't understand this madness.

Yilan: "Don't talk. You shouldn't talk!"

Margaret: "Sam is not an ogre. He won't eat me."

Yilan: “Really?”

Margaret: "Even if I get married, I will still be your good sister"

"Really? Margaret?" Yilan would never believe this, because this is life. When our childhood friends start families, we lose some of our freedoms, such as the freedom to not go home after 10 o'clock at night, or the freedom to not answer the phone, or the freedom to call a friend's name at the door and get an immediate response.

What Yilan needs is exactly the freedom to not grow up and lose his playmates.

A group of brilliant red butterflies flew up from the window. They came from the body of the deformed monster, melted into the air like ice and snow, and disappeared completely at the top of the elm forest.

[Part②·Not as gentle as you]
Without further hesitation, I grabbed Margaret's hand and ran out the door.

I don't want to hurt this little girl who never grows up, nor do I want to be harmed by her evil witchcraft.

Yilan couldn't stop me. She was knocked to the ground by me. She was still crying and cursing what I did. She just thought that walnuts and peanuts were so useless. The monsters she summoned didn't even kill me, a robber. She was so cowardly and useless.

Margaret and I returned to the sunny riverside street and ran forward like crazy.

When I went back to Yilan's villa garden, I saw Yilan hugging a thigh. It was the fifteenth part of Margaret's body.

——Miss Yilan threw the leg over with a sad face.

"Run! Margaret! Run! Get out of my life! I don't want to see you again!"

It was like an inexplicable scene in a comedy movie. It was so weird to me. When this thigh covered with white lace stockings, which looked like sexy lingerie, flew into my arms, I had a strong, unreal feeling.

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Fortunately, there were not many people on the street. Margaret felt embarrassed and shy as she put her leg into her empty skirt. She didn't know what was going on in her best friend's mind - everything started to go crazy.

We walked barefoot on the sparkling road, and the puddles of water splashed with golden floral patterns.

Margaret's breathing was rapid. She was missing an arm, so she lost her balance and could not run fast.

She kept asking questions, even when she couldn't breathe.

"Sam! Will Elayne be arrested by the police?"

"I have no idea."

"How many people did she kill?"

"I do not know."

"What about us?"

"I don't know, dear."

"Where should we go?"

"To the fire station? To find Roger?"

"What if little brother Roger goes crazy too?"

"I have no idea."

"I don't want to hurt them dear, but these people are crazy."

"I don't want to hurt Tom and Naomi either. The devil turned them into another kind of zombie."

"Where's Elayne? Will the sheriff go looking for her?"

"I'm afraid so. He will come to us too."

"If we get caught, the wedding might never go ahead, Sam."

"My love, that's not about the wedding. It will also alert MI6 and SAS - we would have died long ago. There must be many people who want to have the power to resurrect the dead."

"Will we be admitted to the National Academy of Sciences? Will we become specimens?"

“I think so,” I said, “and it will be written into the history books.”

"Are there so many witnesses?" Margaret suddenly became cheerful.

I said, "If it can be included in the textbook, it is true."

"It doesn't seem so bad, Sam!"

"I love you."

"I love you too! Sam! I love you too!"

We crossed an arch bridge and passers-by on the street looked at us, a strange couple of newlyweds.

I was covered in wounds, and occasionally some kind-hearted people would come up to me and ask for first aid.

Margaret still hadn't taken off the stockings Miss Ilan had given her. Her other foot was bare, and the bright red cut on her arm scared many passers-by. Looking closely, they might have thought it was just a prank, an artistic makeup for a ghost movie.

After all, no monster would run through the streets of Neusiedl and into the fire station in broad daylight.

"The walnuts are dead, and the peanuts are dead too." When I arrived at the fire station, I finally told this story.

Margaret slapped me lightly, as if to reproach me.

"It makes me angry just thinking about it! My husband! Can you please not mention them?"

The tribe leader always treated Peanut and Walnut as her children, and the two old dogs she raised for twelve years eventually died a miserable death.

"I can accompany you to choose a new one if there is a chance," I said softly.

Margaret: “It’s a deal!”

Having said that, we stepped into Roger's workplace, went up to the second floor and headed straight to the fire alarm center, where we found the young man in full view of everyone.

There were many honorary banners in the mobilization room. A flustered boy, no more than 21 or 22 years old, hurried out of the gym next door - he was the last invited guest of the ceremony.

Roger obviously didn't expect us to come to him.

When he saw Margaret's severed hand, he was instantly frightened and suddenly came to his senses.

"Mr. Sam, are you okay?"

The boy was in good spirits, with almost no symptoms of madness, and did not seem to be affected by any witchcraft curse.

I asked pointedly, "Did you get the package, Roger Fogen?"

"Uh wait a minute!"

Roger seemed confused about the situation. He frowned, took off his wet vest, washed off the sweat on his body, and tidied his appearance.

He took us to the fire station dormitory and opened his room -

——The bedroom was a mess, and the mess on the floor made my scalp tingle.

One of the severed hands had been sealed in a plastic bag and tied to the iron bed with tape.

“I called the police.”

“But the county police haven’t come yet.”

Roger Fogen finally realized something.

"Is this Lady Margaret's hand?"

There was ketchup all over the ceiling and all the sauce bottles in the dormitory's makeshift kitchen had been knocked over.

The clothes in the closet were torn to shreds, the mirror was broken, and the sheets and quilts were covered in scratches.

I glanced at Margaret—

——Margaret glanced outside.

“I struggled a bit.”

"Just a little."

(End of this chapter)