Abyss Express

Chapter 828 Ordinary Love④·Who died?

[Part①·Sweetness of raspberries]

Returning to the commercial street of Neusider County, the sky is getting darker and darker. The hot mist was pressed down to the earth by the strange air pressure, and everything seemed to be confusing.

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

The security booth at the county hospital had its lights on, 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 department and the diagnosis and treatment department are three four-story complex multi-structure buildings. It has an L-shaped earthquake-resistant design, a round tower top of a wartime defense project, and a watchtower design of a high-point machine gun sentry tower. It seems that it was once used as a It was used by the German temporary headquarters. From the perspective of the gate, it looks like a Baroque church hidden in the fog.

I leaned in through the window of the guard box, took a look at the security guard's duty schedule, and saw some tools for trimming wires - pens 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 take care of his job as an electrician. Perhaps he was overworked and went to bed after drinking.

When I strode over the low parking lot railing and arrived at the underground passage, I smelled a strange smell——

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

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

Then I walked toward the elevator, and the smell became stronger and stronger. I couldn't find the sign indicating the medical archives room, so I had to run 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, emergency and surgical records will be left.

To be honest, I don't remember this happening at all, or I have completely forgotten about the last month.

This is very realistic, just like we have to look at the calendar to recall a certain festival last month, and if we want to remember a certain meal we occasionally had last week, I am afraid it will be as difficult as heaven.

It's blurry and chaotic.

For me, only the day-to-day work and the experience of resigning are still fresh in my mind.

After ending my career as a postman, I have been planning a wedding.

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

Facing a depressed man, she not only did not blame me, she did not despise me, she did not leave me and give up on me.

She decided to marry me to wake me up.

What a cruel freak! What a cold-blooded bastard! To do this to her!

I could barely control my emotions. The moment the elevator lifted, I slammed the iron door hard.

The chrome-plated steel mirror reflected my fierce face, which was a thin face with a chestnut beard and sunken eye sockets, almost desperate.

On the first floor, I started to cry again, and the sweetness of raspberries became more and more intense. When I walked to the board member's counter, I saw the signs on the corridor clearly and found the surgeon's office.

The doctor was off duty. I went to turn the doorknob, but it was also locked.

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

"Mr. Walker? Is it Mr. Walker?"

A voice interrupted my break-in plan. I almost instinctively drew my gun and pointed at the source of the voice.

Tom and Naomi's madness made me wary, and I couldn't help it.

"Walker. Walker! No, no, no, no!"

A little nurse walked out from the shadow of the corridor——

——I remember her, she must be Margaret’s school girl. In the past seven years, we often went fishing on the lakeside. He was also the guest originally invited to the wedding, named Yilan.

She raised her hands to cover her forehead and chin for fear of being hit by bullets. Her panicked eyes and short black hair could be seen between her fingers.

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

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

"Don't kill me."

Elan's mood is stable and she speaks in an organized manner.

I was relieved, but not entirely wary, and Naomi seemed like a normal person before she splashed her with hot oil. I can't guarantee that the Elan in front of me can stay awake all the time.

"I'm looking for my medical records."

Without speaking of Margaret, I stated the purpose of my visit.

Yilan slowly put down her hand and discussed in a good voice: "Then you don't need to bring a gun, Mr. Walker, this is scary!"

That sweet raspberry smell seems to be emanating from Miss Yilan. I can’t quite understand it——

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

"Can you help me?" I turned the gun and stuffed the weapon into my inner pocket again: "Help me find this record. It is very important to me - I don't remember these things."

"Follow me, there are no files from last month in the surgery office." Ilan turned on the corridor light, only part of the road was lit.

I immediately followed her. She was very considerate and thoughtful. After walking about twenty meters, she turned off the lights on the previous section of the road, so as not to disturb the patients in the inpatient department next door.

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

I don’t know how to answer this question. Elan is Margaret’s closest friend and the closest partner I can come into contact with in life. We talk about almost everything.

"Something happened to Margaret."

After hearing these words, Miss Yilan obviously walked a little slower. She looked back at me, with more sadness and anxiety in her eyes.

I am sure that Elayne knows something, maybe she is also a participant in this bloody sacrifice.

But I couldn't shoot her. I wasn't sure. If she, like me, had just learned of Margaret's death and had just received the inexplicable package, maybe we could cooperate.

Yilan said: "Walker, you also received the package, right?"

"Yes." I responded.

"I found it too, but it wasn't sent to me."

"What's the meaning."

Speaking of this, Yilan began to wipe her tears as she walked.

"Last night, I went to see Margaret and discussed rehearsing the wedding. We had a family and friends game of counting hydrangeas. I worked the night shift very late and didn't hand over until twelve o'clock. I ran to the train station and came to 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 walnuts and peanuts."

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

My elm-brained mind did not immediately think about the ogre's email.

"Did Margaret order the goods? She used these two fake names?"

"No." Yilan pursed her lips and looked at me with timid eyes. She slowly turned the door handle of the archives room and inserted the key to unlock it: "I went upstairs and knocked on the door, but no one answered. I searched the carpet and found a spare. The key, no one was 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 couldn't help but throw herself into my arms.

"Walker."

"That's Margaret's head"

"That was her head, I was almost scared out of my mind"

"Her head was in a cake box"

"Mr. Walker. I dare not look at her."

"She seems to be able to move and blink, but it's difficult to speak."

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

[Part②·Death certificate]

I called the police yesterday morning. Didn't the police in the city discover this? Or speaking of the police situation in Neusider, the police in the city have to wait two or three days before coming to visit?

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

"I ran away at that time!" Yilan's face was filled with tears. She clutched 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 Ma. Gretel"

"That's my best sister"

"I went back again, took the walnut and the peanut home, and took the head home with me."

"I was completely in a trance. I called the police in the middle of the night. The urban police station asked me where I was. I said I was in Neusiedl - and then I transferred to Neusiedl. The county police asked me where the crime happened. , and transferred me back to the city."

"I don't know, I'm so confused."

"Mr. Walker, I originally wanted to take leave today to deal with this matter. The police officer asked me to stay at home and wait for the county police 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 leave three days in advance, I have no choice”

The lights came on, and Yilan finally regained her composure and led me into the archives room.

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

I opened my eyes wide when I found the relevant medical records. I turned to Sam Walker's file on the 15th of last month and found the corresponding medical bill and the type of surgery.

"die"

"Dead?"

I, Sam Walker.

People who are still alive today have been given death notices in the hospital records of Xiaoxinsidell.

It’s hard for me to understand what stories and lies these black and white words are telling——

——Why do you write this? In 1975, in a modern society with such advanced information, how could there still be such false news? Are there such outrageous fake documents?

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

If you want a person to die quietly, the hospital and the local civil affairs department must 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 roadside, the police still need to find out the true identity of this dead person.

I? Am I dead?

Yilan wanted to get closer and take a closer look, but I felt guilty and panicked. I was afraid that the nonsense in the file would frighten the little nurse again - I really need people's approval and I am too lonely.

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

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

I hugged the file and hid in another light source. Sandwiched between the death record and emergency first aid documents, there was also a death investigation report issued by the police station.

Deceased: Sam Walker.

I was delivering mail around the 15th. When I was driving a three-wheeled diesel locomotive on Highway 302 toward the Neusiedl residential area, I was hit by a log rolled down by the KT3314 train, causing the mail delivery vehicle to lose control. Unable to apply emergency brakes, I was crushed by a freight train and sent to Neusiedl Mercy Hospital for rescue. I died 45 minutes later.

Other body parts of Sam Walker were found at the crime scene and spliced ​​with the torso, a total of eight parts.

One photo after another was revealed, all of which were images of my body.

It seemed that I was really dead, 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 to replace my position, just because of a traffic accident, I died - so I should retire.

I couldn't believe all this. If these photos were real, then I would still be alive and breathing and walking.

I think these photos are fake, forged, and perhaps they can be done through some kind of makeup technology. There are also many scenes of corpses in the movie, which are enough to be mistaken for the real thing.

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

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

"Yilan, do you know about this?" I walked out the door, and the clue seemed to be broken here. I wanted to ask about the actual situation last month. Yilan was a nurse at the county hospital. Like Naomi, they might have happened to know my "death news" when they were 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 her 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 couldn't find other nurses and doctors to verify the truth of my death.

"Where is Margaret's head?" I asked about this matter: "Take me to find her"

Miss Yilan took out the key from her pocket, she turned 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 this, they need me."

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

When walking out of the door, Yilan specifically instructed.

"Mr. Walker! Walnut and Peanut are also at home! I brought them here! You have to be careful of the dog!"