Abyss Express

Chapter 827 Ordinary Love③·Disappeared Memories

[Part①·Hate due to love]

I looked at Officer Tom's body and couldn't calm down for a long time.

An indescribable feeling of guilt slowly crawled into my heart, and that inexplicable colic hit me again. It not only grabbed the left half of my body, but also pinched my stomach.

I vomited all over the floor, expelling all the wine and gastric juices. The sour smell emanating from my mouth and nose made me even more convinced - 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 a gun?

Why did I become so cruel?

In just a moment, I lost all reason——

——I don’t think Tom is a good person, when he commented on Margaret, when he talked about these things, and used Margaret’s body as a condiment for food.

I almost went crazy!

With this thought in mind, I grabbed Tom's body and dragged it to the backyard. It took 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 digging.

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

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

Then there is the duty record of this county police officer. He disappeared from my house. Based on the response speed of the police force in New Sidel, it is estimated that more police officers will come to me tomorrow morning.

After filling the pit with the last handful of mud, I collected more than thirty henbane plants from the woodland and replanted them in Officer Tom's grave. I used these slightly poisonous plants with a strong smell to drive away the police dogs - if it worked, I Fingers crossed it better work.

Back in the dining room, I erased all traces of everything Officer Tom had left in the house, including the tape recorder and tapes used for law enforcement records, and the shell casings outside the porch. Go out and search again and find his police car.

I drove away from the scene, returned to the green countryside near the international airport, and pushed the car into the river.

I walked home on foot, and Margaret in my pocket seemed to become quieter. After I killed Tom and got the diamond ring back, it became well-behaved—no more damage to my thigh flesh.

I was soaked all over, and when I opened the door and walked into the restaurant, I felt like my body was going to fall apart. See clearly the broken arm under the dim light source in the rainy weather again, and see the small arm clearly.

Pick it up, slowly put the palm of your hand in your pocket, and slowly

Miracles happened little by little. The broken palm that had lost water and blood seemed to have greater strength. The two fragments of the corpse bit each other, and the flesh and blood grew again!

Feeling incredible, I thought in my heart——

——What if the other parts of Margaret’s body were recovered? Does she still have a chance to survive?

Almost without thinking, I changed into a yellow raincoat, put Tom's gun in the inner pocket, pulled out the magazine and took a closer look, and there were still the last two bullets. I put on this broken arm and rushed into the rain without looking back, heading towards Constable Tom's house.

Half an hour later, I saw no new police cars or pedestrians on the road. The weather was so bad that there were not even a few ordinary vehicles traveling back and forth.

After passing the ruins of the Sinji Castle ruins and turning from the path into a dense residential area, I waited near the streetlight for a while and looked around outside Ms. Naomi's house, gradually becoming restless.

She has two neighbors, and the lights are still on in these two neighbors' homes. I don't know what this woman's mental state is like - if she, like Tom, has gone crazy and turned into an ogre, what should I do? manage?

Shoot? It will attract more people.

Looking in from the floor-to-ceiling window, Naomi seemed to be cooking and it was already lunch time. She did not go to the county hospital for duty today and seemed to be taking leave to rest at home.

I didn't hesitate any longer and took the initiative to knock on the door.

"Lady Naomi"

"Naomi."

There was a noise of gongs and drums coming from the door, as if something fell to the ground.

"It's coming! It's coming! It's coming, it's coming, wait a minute!" Naomi's voice sounded extremely panicked.

After half a minute, the housewife in her early thirties opened the door. She looked very good. She looked fair and beautiful in the rainy weather. Her lips were rosy and her forehead was plump. She seemed to have just taken a shower. Her whole face was radiant. .

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

"Oh! Mr. Walker!"

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

Even when I talk about it now, I still think so, Mr. Victor. When I recall this story, the moment I stepped into Naomi’s door, I seemed to be a different person.

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

Ms. Naomi welcomed me in the door and went to the living room sofa to pack the cushions. 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 quickly smiled awkwardly and said: "I don't understand. Margaret and I don't have much interaction. She works in the urban hospital and I work in the county hospital."

"Your husband told me." I said bluntly, ready to draw my gun: "You received a package in the mail related to Margaret."

Naomi was still quibbling, she was lucky, her eyes betrayed her——

"——That's a little gift from Margaret. She's getting married!"

"I am her senior sister, a graduate of the same health school."

"Talk about it"

Naomi's eyes were subtle, and she winked and snickered at me.

"When we were in the hostel, Margaret and I were still lovers."

"Mr. Walker, after we broke up, I didn't expect that I would marry Tom—"

"—Margaret will fall in love with you."

I ignored these contrived 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 have a look."

Naomi started cleaning up the kitchen, doing it nonchalantly.

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

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

"Where's the phone call?"

"The phone can't be reached."

"You can go to the city hospital. Maybe the bride suddenly became angry - Tom also said that I have a weird temper and will get angry for no reason at all."

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

At this point, I finally lost all patience——

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

I didn't look at her carefully, but the chef was right behind me.

The range hood started running again, and the iron pot made some harsh noises as it heated oil. Is she making lunch? Is she still blowing things up?

The entrees on the table had thermal lids, the other two plates were filled with sliced ​​tomatoes and cucumbers, and the side dishes and sauces were ready - was Naomi still making snacks?

Just when I was hesitant and waiting for the answer, the severed arm in the poncho suddenly caught my hair.

Margaret's ghost seemed to sense danger. It pressed my head and grabbed me to the coffee table, asking me to lower my head!

Splash hot oil from behind! Some of it poured on my back. Even though I was wearing a raincoat and jacket, the oil temperature of nearly 200 degrees was still hot enough to make me scream heart-rendingly. I immediately rolled away from the sofa——

——I bumped into the tea table and rolled over to the TV cabinet in the living room. I gritted my teeth in pain, grabbed the carpet and struggled. Snot and tears came out all at once.

I barely had the energy to draw my gun, I didn't understand!

Why is Ms. Naomi crazy too! What is she doing?

"Walker!" Naomi's face changed instantly.

In my blurred vision, in the fog covered by tears, the woman stood behind the sofa, still shaking the iron pot, trying to throw the last bit of hot oil at me!

"Walker! Walker! Walker! Sam Walker!"

"Margaret is mine! It's mine!"

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

[Part②·Sam Walker’s medical records]

This crazy woman threw the cauldron and hit me on the head.

I barely raised my arm to block it for a moment, and then I saw her take a chef's knife and charge over aggressively!

I reluctantly turned over on the carpet and tried to get up, but Naomi threw me down and fell on my back——

——The sharp knife is going to pierce my throat! I don't have room for a gun! He raised his arm to hold Naomi's knife-wielding wrist!

The woman's saliva spread from the corners of her mouth, her mind was in a daze, her eyes were wild, and she let out a strange laugh.

"Hey hey hey hey hey hey"

"Walker."

"Hey hey hey hey"

"Kill! Kill you! Kill you!"

I couldn't stop the blade from continuing to advance towards my throat. It seemed that everything was going to end. This kitchen knife, along with Naomi's weight, kept exerting pressure on me——

——There is only regret in my heart. If I don’t hide the body, if I can still have some strength left, if

It's a pity that there is no if, there has never been if, time will not go back, and it is impossible for me to know the motive of this woman's murder - let alone what was going on in her head.

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

My back hurts so much, it hurts, it hurts so much

It was originally injured by a fall, and before I had time to go to the hospital for treatment, hot oil was poured over it, and it was constantly rubbing and squeezing against the carpet. The pain was so painful that I almost lost all thoughts of survival——

——Maybe it’s better to just die like this

The sharp knife had pierced the skin, and at this moment I involuntarily turned my neck away. The blade of the knife slowly opened a small wound from the gap between the carotid arteries, and it was going to take my life.

Just then, Margaret came to my aid again.

The severed arm in his arms climbed up. When it appeared in front of Ms. Naomi's eyes, Naomi felt as if she had been electrocuted, and her movements of leaning forward to assassinate were also stiff——

"-Wow!~You have Tom's share here too? Is there so much? Is there so much?"

I couldn't understand what Naomi was saying, it seemed like she was completely losing her mind.

Margaret's ghost drove the severed arm to crawl onto Naomi's face, gradually scratching the crazy woman's nostrils and blinding her eyes!

Almost instantly, I found a chance to breathe!

I gave this woman an elbow! Hit her hard on the temple! Then he grabbed the chef's knife and slit her throat first!

Blood! There's blood everywhere! Like a fountain!

My eyes can't see anything! Only a vague outline can be found in the red blood!

The crazy woman suddenly stood up, covered her throat and was speechless. She backed away a little, and Margaret's severed arm grabbed her hair and poked her eyes out!

I rushed towards this vague outline and stabbed it 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 table.

After seeing Naomi's unrecognizable body, I suddenly realized——

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

They held Margaret's body with deep love.

I wish I could eat Margaret alive.

I turned to the dining table, walked over with a heavy heart, opened the thermal cover, and saw the main dishes of lettuce and bacon.

"Oh my God."

Because of this thunderstorm, the air became cold.

The blood in my hair couldn't be washed away. It continued to slide down from my forehead and dyed my eyes red.

I looked behind me again and saw the broken arm on the coffee table. Margaret’s soul seemed to be left here——

——It pointed its middle finger at Naomi’s body, its good senior sister in college.

I was both frightened and strangely humorous. It seems that this fiancée is still alive, still expressing her inner dissatisfaction, and still fighting alongside me.

I put the parts of the body I found on the dining room table back together into the broken hand.

The originally crispy and greasy skin and meat, and the limbs and joints of cooked food that have lost moisture have begun to regenerate.

I just feel like this world is crazy! I may have gone crazy!

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

As long as she continues to search and finds more limbs, she will definitely be resurrected!

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

Sam Walker——

——Kill them all?

I didn't dispose of the body this time because that would be pointless, there was too much blood and there simply wasn't enough time. I wasn't wearing gloves, and the room was covered in my fingerprints, and Margaret's fingerprints.

I rummaged around the room, trying to find more clues, maybe I could find a complete list - about this human flesh banquet, about the list of participants in this witchcraft.

But in the end I found nothing, except for some photos of Margaret and Ms. Naomi during school days - they were indeed a couple for a period of time and were a homosexual couple. After the breakup, Margaret went to work in the city, while Ms. Naomi stayed in Neusiedl.

What was extremely confusing to me was that the medical records Naomi left at home contained a paragraph about my medical practice notes.

I? In the last month? Have you ever been to a county hospital?

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 in the hospital.

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