Abyss Express

Chapter 825 Ordinary Love①·Life hangs by a thread

[Part①·Can’t put it down]

"Margaret."

My fiancée.

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Like her.

It seems like she has been murdered!

The severed palm crawling out of this book has emptied my mind!

I felt strong dizziness, couldn't stand upright, and my back hurt so much! The injuries I received when I fell into the mud from the hunting trap finally started to take effect - the muscles on the left side of my heart involved my entire arm, and they twitched together, and they pinned me to the chair.

Seemingly unable to do anything, I breathed heavily and stared at the severed hand, overcome by a strong sense of vomiting and fear.

"Who is it?"

"Who harmed you!? Margaret?!"

Missing her and grieving for her temporarily overcame these pains.

What I can't understand is why this palm seems to be alive -

——It climbed up from the hollowed-out scripture and fell onto the table. It seemed like it could still walk a few steps toward the edge of the table? He grabbed the tablecloth with his pale and bloodless fingers and slowly squirmed.

"Margaret? Margaret? Can you still hear me?"

"Margaret? Is your ghost with me?"

The bright sunshine at noon was once again covered by gloomy rain clouds. Except for the occasional bird call from deep in the pine forest, I could no longer hear any sound.

Due to the strong fear, everything was trembling in my eyes, and this cabin seemed to melt with the hot air.

Now it is getting a little better, and the surrounding environment is gradually stabilizing.

The pain caused by angina gradually subsided, and I finally regained control of my left hand——

- Sam Walker, you have to calm down.

I emphasized this to myself repeatedly, but I didn't dare to touch Margaret's severed limb.

If fingerprints are left, then the number one suspect in this murder will be me.

Only the police can help me now, only the local police station in Vienna can solve this case, if Margaret is still alive, still alive

Thinking of this, I unconsciously wandered away and grabbed the microphone.

But the phone's crank handle and dial are wet with tears——

——If my wife is still alive, what kind of torture is she suffering?

Her hand has been cut off

How long will it take to find her? How long will it take? Will I ever see her again?

At this moment, terrifying visions seemed to surround me again. They were like wolf dogs hiding in the shadows, barking softly and ready to move—waiting for the opportunity to tear my fragile mind into pieces.

The strong tinnitus made me cover my head involuntarily, and before I dialed the police, I finally realized what was going on.

"The police won't believe me."

"If. If you take this severed hand to the police station."

"Can it really be used as a clue? As evidence?"

"Oh my God."

"Why is this hand still alive? Why is it still moving?"

Margaret's severed hand seemed to be connected to an "invisible electrode". It slowly crawled on the tablecloth. When it reached the edge of the table, it seemed to sense danger, so it changed directions and continued to crawl.

Is it an illusion? Am I already hallucinating?

Maybe it hasn't moved at all? Have you been lying in the scriptures?

No. Wrong

The fingers of the broken palm returned to the starting point again, stained with thick and black blood, and slowly wrote three letters on the checkered tablecloth.

——S

——A

——M

Sam Walker is my name and it's calling me

"Devil! Devil!" I cursed loudly at this weird walking zombie! He took the cross from the coat rack and chanted to it. His body began to stiffen, "Devil! Get out of Margaret's body!"

After writing these three letters, it started crawling aimlessly again.

After about five or six minutes, I finally put away my tears and dialed the number of the Vienna Regional Police Station. Try to stay calm and use the calmest possible tone to describe the incident.

There was only one long tone, and the police operator said immediately.

"Hello!"

I quickly stated my intention: "Hello, I live in Little New Sidel, on Route 302 near the lakeside. There is a wooden house on the outskirts of the international airport. My name is Sam Walker."

"Sir, how can I help you?" The operator's tone became relaxed and lively after hearing the complete location and identity information.

I looked back at the dining table, and it was still crawling in circles——

"--I think."

Operator: "Huh?"

My lips were dry, and my eyes were wandering between the phone and the severed limb. If the police officers who visited the house took it away as evidence, I would have to go into the detention room to cooperate with the investigation and become the first suspect on the scene waiting for interrogation.

I don't want to wait like this

I don't want to.

"I have a fiancée"

"Hmm? Mr. Walker?"

"She disappeared a few days ago."

"Exactly? How many days ago was it?"

"It should have been yesterday. We talked on the phone yesterday. We just decided on the venue for the wedding, which is at St. Stephen's Cathedral - she volunteers at the church, and the clergy are willing to provide the venue for free."

"How long has it been since your last contact?"

"I can't remember clearly. I was decorating a new house last night. I drank a lot of wine at night. I was very happy. I..."

"Mr. Walker, you have to grasp the key points."

"Okay." I hurriedly began to recall: "Should it be fourteen hours? Or fifteen hours? She works night shift in the hospital. She knows that I have to do carpentry at night - so she won't call me. She is afraid of me. Distracted."

"What's your fiancée's name?"

"Her name is Margarita, Margarita Szjen Pirano Brenitz. She lives near the embassy."

"Which embassy?"

"The Chinese Embassy in Austria is next to Renweg Train Station. She has been renting an apartment in the Belvedere Apartments at No. 1315 Station Road and lives with her two pet dogs."

"Okay, Mr. Walker, we will arrange for the police to visit you, and we will also send community volunteers and police detectives to talk to you - Ms. Margaret has not been missing for more than forty-eight hours, maybe she just fell asleep - "

"—No!" I quickly changed my words and looked at Broken Palm.

Asleep? How could he be asleep? !

She had one of her hands cut off! police officer! How could you.

"Mr. Walker? Sam Walker?"

"Hurry up." Until the end, I still didn't tell the truth about the severed palm. Deep in my heart, I had an inexplicable fear of prison. Every time I greeted the county police in New Sider, I would involuntarily lower my head. "Hurry up, please, that's my fiancée, I'm begging you."

The operator could clearly tell something was wrong.

"Sam Walker, if there is something hidden about the matter, and you can provide more clues about Ms. Margaret, then we can buy more rescue time for the disappearance case after 48 hours - what you want to say That’s all, right?”

I looked at Margaret's severed hand again, then at the envelope, and talked to the operator about the mail.

"Perhaps. She went to Portsmouth to visit relatives and I received a package this morning."

"Did Ms. Margaret send it to you?" the police officer was obviously relieved.

Although we didn't make eye contact, I still shook my head involuntarily: "No, it's an anonymous package. The sender's name is blacked out. I'm not sure. The shipping address is Chaderton Castle in Portsmouth." ”

"In the UK?" the police officer then asked, "What's in it?"

"Diamond ring." I lied: "Margaret's diamond ring, and there's still some blood."

"I know, then we can file a case. You finally made it clear." The police officer's tone became more solemn: "The county police in Xiaoxinsider in the south of the city will contact you - are you free tomorrow morning?"

"Yes," I responded immediately, "Yes! Do I need to go to the county police station to cooperate with the investigation?"

"We still don't know what happened to your fiancée. We need to conduct an on-site inspection to collect evidence and go to the post office to check the shipping information. This package is sent from the UK - transnational cases are difficult to handle. We need to notify the consulate and coordinate the two places. The police are cooperating in the investigation.”

I quickly asked: "How long will it take?"

"Please prepare the diamond ring, do not destroy the evidence, and do not contaminate it with extra fingerprints." The police officer did not answer the question: "We will not detain you for questioning for the time being - just cooperate with the county police."

[Part②·Finger Dance]

The phone hung up, I was distraught and returned to the dining table.

The wound on the severed palm was neatly cut, as if it had been cut in half with a knife, and there were no scraps of flesh or bone left behind by a hard saw.

I approached it carefully, tried every means to remove the ring, and slowly pressed it with a towel——

——At first it was quite obedient and lay on the tablecloth obediently.

When I put on my rubber gloves and tried to tug on Jane Doe's diamond ring, it immediately began to struggle.

The power of this broken palm is far beyond my imagination! It suddenly shrank into a fist, broke free from the restraints of the towel, fell from the dining table to the floor, and immediately crawled into the dark corner of the cupboard.

I quickly lowered my body to grab the severed limb. If the county police found the house tomorrow and I couldn't produce any evidence - they still found this stump in the house, things would be terrible!

Hot sweat soaked my eyes, I don't know if it was sweat or tears. This broken hand seems to be fighting against me, as if there is an invisible and invisible devil controlling it - repeatedly playing tricks on me, this poor thing.

It swam nimbly and quickly in the narrow gaps in the cabinet. I almost laid my head on the dining room floor and swung hard into the cabinet gap, trying to catch this flexible palm.

I found a wooden stick from the tool room. I was afraid it would damage the ring, so I wrapped cotton cloth around the stick to drive out the weird stumps.

Just as I was returning to the dining room, Margaret's hand climbed up to the table again - as if nothing had happened.

Is it really an illusion? Am I fighting with myself? What am I doing?

Sam Walker? This is just a piece of rotten meat! There's no way it's alive!

Is there something wrong with my brain? Why.

"Margaret."

The ironclad fact was before me. Margaret's severed hand was covered in a lot of dust. It became dirty and had indeed rolled around under the cupboard.

I started to cry again, and couldn’t stop crying——

——The heartbreaking pain almost drove me crazy.

After taking off my gloves, I just begged God to help me, to subdue the demon hiding in the dark, and to let me take off the ring.

When I touch its knuckles, when I touch its ring finger—

——It finally calmed down. The fist gradually spread its fingers and seemed to become obedient.

At this time, the stupid and cowardly Sam Walker finally woke up.

I get it, I finally get it.

It has no mouth, no ears, no eyes, no nose, no heart. How could it recognize me?

It is Margaret.

It's not some devil, it remembers my fingers and the touch of my hand.

To take off the diamond ring, I gently twisted the dehydrated and stiff flesh, but it held my hand tightly, and the fingers were clasped together and unwilling to separate.

I almost burst into tears at this moment, I couldn't control this emotion, I couldn't bear it

I cried so much that I couldn't breathe. It seemed that I was about to relapse. I couldn't accept this fact.

I don’t know how long it took, but the sunlight gradually disappeared, and it was closely tied to my right hand. I went to the wine cabinet, found the rum prepared for the wedding ceremony, bit the cork of the bottle and poured it into my stomach.

Within a few minutes, I fell onto the bed and couldn't feel anything.

When I woke up again, the rustling movement outside the door scared me so much that I was covered in cold sweat.

The heavy, regular knocking on the door is like the summoning bell in the hand of death——

——The county police are here? Yeah? what do I do?

It wasn't until I opened the door that I breathed a sigh of relief. No one was outside, and there was no new mail package.

I went back to the bathroom to brush my teeth and wash my face. The mirror revealed a haggard face covered with stubble, and a lot of gray roots in the chestnut hair - he looked almost as old as forty or fifty years old.

All the bizarre experiences I encountered yesterday gradually fade away from me.

The dining table is as clean as ever, and there are no strange scriptures or packages on the tablecloth. There must be something wrong with my brain - the decoration work day and night these days has driven me crazy.

When I opened the back door, I saw a stupid fox hanging from the bird feeder, trying to stick its beak into the grain sack. As soon as it saw me, it immediately ran into the forest.

Further in the backyard, a woodpecker was digging a hole, and that strange knocking sound came from here.

"Go away! Get out of my life!"

I went to look at the calendar with some expectations——

——Maybe this nightmare lasted for too long, and I just overslept because I was drunk.

When I returned to the restaurant, I lowered my head and noticed a little blood stain on the white collar near the lining of the postman's old overalls. I gradually accepted this fact in my heart.

Looking back at the kitchen counter, Margaret's severed hand was holding a knife. It stood upright and was about to chop an apple.

I walked up to it in a hurry and saw clearly the carpenter mask on it. The ear-hanging rope was tied with a garland knot, like a neat and clean apron. It was still doing housework and taking care of my life.

The severed hand held the knife, although it was not very flexible.

Even though I only had one hand, I couldn't distinguish the appearance of the ingredients, so I had to carefully explore and confirm each item.

If you can't tell the pros and cons of a knife, use your fingers to try the sharp edge.

It wants to make the Austrian snack that I learned from her when we first met in a cooking class seven years ago.

Make an apple strudel

I straightened the apple, slowly took the kitchen knife, and gently pressed my fingers on the back of her hand.

"Margaret, Margaret"

To make the apple crumble, grab a small bowl and masher - slowly puree the pulp.

When I went to mix the batter and spread the round cakes again, I no longer felt scared, I just felt as if my fiancée had never left.

We took off the rings and put the token of love back into the box. Maybe we have to take a long detour——

——The apples were rolled into the baking pan. I hooked my thumb on the broken palm and danced a tango on the table to the noisy morning morning music on the radio station.

The index finger and the middle finger became two legs, and just like that, it moved forward and I retreated, and it retreated and I advanced, following the rhythm, I supported the palm of Duanzhang's hand and held it in my arms.

For a moment, I could see a shadow in the light golden sunlight.

That's my Margaret, sitting in the other chair.

When the real knock came, the county police officer turned on his Walkman and used the tape to make a law enforcement record.

"Sam Walker? Anyone here? This place is fucking hard to find."

I quickly put Margaret's palm into my pocket, stood up and opened the door——

——I am becoming more determined, and it seems that there is nothing to fear anymore.

Margaret has been victimized by some evil witchcraft, and I'm afraid the police can't do much to help.

"Come right away!"