Abyss Express

Chapter 82ary Love⑤·Humor

[Part①・Aberration]

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 the garden, you could see part of the home decorations in the living room and children's room - her family was very wealthy, and her parents had already prepared marriage property for her, but she was already three years old. At ten years old, I still haven’t found the other half of my life.

Just as I was about to use the key to open the door, the sound of turning the key seemed to wake up the two dogs in the house. My heart started to twist in fear from the sudden barking.

A strong stench escaped from the crack in the door. I realized something was wrong and slowed down the opening of the door.

It wasn't canine body odor, nor was it the fishy taste of peanuts and walnuts in their mouths—their saliva did stink, and Margaret left the brushing to me. As I said before, these two dogs almost see me as their mother and Margaret as their father.

This kind of ethnic structure is very common in dog-raising families in modern society. If you don't conquer your pet dog, it will sit on your head and poop. This is the dog's nature and is something that cannot be changed in its genes.

But this strange smell stopped me in my tracks and made me very wary.

Naomi and Tom went crazy, and because of Margaret's mutilated body, they attacked me almost insanely. The two men 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 heartthrob, so will this curse work on walnuts and peanuts? Will they attack me because of this 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 became weaker and weaker. Biting dogs don’t like barking. They stopped barking and were probably getting ready to bite.

"Walnut! Walnut!"

I shouted softly.

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

My instructions don't seem to work.

"Sit down! Dad is back!"

There was the sound of claws scratching the wooden board from inside the door, and the barking of dogs slowly stopped——

- They didn't sit down, but they seemed to become gentler and more obedient.

I still hesitated before I figured out that Tom and Naomi were insane, but why wasn't this hunger affecting me? I don't have that crazy appetite

In the eyes of ordinary people, maybe I have gone crazy.

I killed the couple for some of Margaret's corpse.

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

Sam Walker

Should they be punished by law? I don't understand, I don't understand

I was trapped by these trivial moral dilemmas, and would lose my mind for a while, so the door opened by accident.

suddenly!

I was knocked down by a huge force! The whole world went dark!

I rolled back onto the asphalt road in the rainy night, enveloped 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, into a small park, and carried sideways along the road like flying.

Suddenly there was a flash of thunder——

——The moment when blue electric light illuminates the world.

I saw clearly the condition of my arm. It was a peanut biting my arm and trying to drag me to the wilderness.

No.

No no no! wrong! wrong!

That was no longer Margaret's dog.

How could it be so tall? impossible!

The lightning illuminated the two heads of the corgi and the gigolo at the same time.

I collapsed on the asphalt road and was dragged to the gravel path of the park before I suddenly woke up. Looking out from the monster's underbelly, the hair of these two dogs was sparse, and their torsos seemed to be fused with some humanoid creatures. Their limbs fit together in all kinds of strange ways, and their toes and claws extended out from a mass of deformed flesh. They were scratching the stones as if they were flying, trying to take me farther away from the civilized world!

What a monster this is! Oh my gosh!

What is this!

If Tom and Naomi's crazy behavior was just the appetizer, this flesh-and-blood deformity happened to be the final punch that shattered my defenses.

I almost lost all my courage and screamed, 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 grabbed my most powerful right hand with a dog head on the side of its belly. I couldn't reach the gun and I started retching in pain.

Can two bullets really kill it? May I?

When I think about death, all sounds seem to disappear.

It seems that death is not so terrible, Margaret is already dead!

Sam Walker, you have to accept reality.

Maybe this is all an illusion, just your imagination.

You become a madman, a murderer.

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

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

These things are all your imagination

Sam Walker, you cannot accept Les Misérables without Margaret.

"No! No no no"

The cold rain and the sharp pain in my arms made me realize the reality, and I could no longer escape into the illusion.

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

At this moment——

——Margaret’s severed arm, sticking out of my raincoat.

it.

Or 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! It's like teaching a disobedient pet at home! As the leader of the group, she was scolding the children!

"Margaret! It's not peanuts anymore! There are walnuts."

I turned my head and saw another dog head growing out of the tall butt on the other side of this deformed monster.

"God damn it."

[Part②·Trap]

Margaret didn't seem to realize what was happening——

——She has no eyes, nose or ears, and can only rely on this arm to feel 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 take out the gun, Margaret reached for the P226 in her raincoat. She couldn't aim, and my left side of the torso was so painful that I couldn't hold the gun steady, so I asked Margaret to help me hold the gun.

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

"--Bang!"

In an instant, I rolled down in the mud, hit hard on the triangular green brick shoulder of the gravel road, and then got up!

The huge aberration was bleeding profusely, and the rain blocked part of the sight. Only a vague outline was shaking on the park path, as if it had been severely injured.

My right arm lost part of its strength and I couldn't lift it up. I was so upset.

Holding Margaret's broken arm tightly in my armpit, I used my left hand to straighten the line of the gun and let Margaret fire.

Lightning illuminated the monster's flesh again, and I finally saw it clearly!

It was made up of some non-woven fabrics and fur composed of a yellow cotton plaid shirt. This strange back had several arms arched, and it seemed to be made up of five or six human limbs and torsos, and the bones, blood, and flesh of two dogs. freak

I turned around and ran without hesitation. The last bullet alone would never kill it! It's just too tall and big!

Footsteps came from behind, and my scalp tingled - it was the sound of a freak using human feet to move quickly on a rainy night.

High heels, leather shoes, and the pattering sound of my bare feet on the asphalt road. I didn't dare to look back, rushed into Miss Yilan's house, and then closed the door tightly!

Margaret's hand stuffed the gun back into my pocket and helped to retrieve the key fob.

There was a violent banging outside the door, but Miss Elayne's mansion was strong 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 mass of flesh and blood monster is still reluctant to leave and is ready to come in from another way!

Using its hands and feet, it slowly climbed up the barbed wire fence. It was first stabbed by the iron caltrops of the towering guardrail. When it reached the highest point and was about to turn over, its fat and heavy body was hooked tightly by four sharp spears and stabbed deeply. into the body.

The dog head on its butt is still howling——

——It seems that Walnut is still imitating the cry of begging for food and pleasing Margaret in home life. It is showing weakness and begging for mercy.

After a long, long time, I could hardly breathe.

It finally stopped moving and seemed completely dead.

Thick black blood flowed all the way down from the spear thorns on the guardrail. It took almost twenty minutes for it to completely dry up. The heavy rain repeatedly washed away the dirty blood stains in the garden. Maybe people would be able to see this monster early tomorrow morning.

Instead of diminishing, the questions in my mind are increasing.

Why? Why is there such a monster in Miss Yilan's house?

I turned on the light in the living room and was startled by the blood stains on the four walls of the hall.

Miss Yilan's home is very large. Although it is only two floors, the living room has a wide space with a six-sided design, which can accommodate fitness equipment and part of the garden pavilion.

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

A little bit of German can be seen between the lines. Judging from the depth of the engraved lines, it should be the earliest handwriting - was this written by Miss Elan?

"Margaret."

"I miss you so much."

"Margaret."

This little nurse seemed to have gone crazy, she was just acting normal.

Did she trick me into coming here to kill me with the help of that monster?

I rummaged around the house and couldn't find any useful clues in the messy living room. I became more and more angry and felt unreasonable - Ilan wanted to kill me? She keeps monsters at home? Want to kill me?

How many people has she killed? Or rather

When I opened the refrigerator, I seemed to understand it all.

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

When her skull was truly revealed in front of me, I could barely suppress the fear and sadness in my heart.

She was indeed dead. It was not some weird kidnapping for ransom, nor was it a case of dismemberment and murder.

She died in an extremely vicious witchcraft ritual, and her soul could not rest in peace.

I carefully took out Margaret's head and held her in my arms.

I don't understand why Elayne froze Margaret. If these body parts are still conscious and can make rational judgments, why should she be sealed up?

The head now looks delirious and has fallen into a state of deep coma and hypothermia.

My body temperature dissipated the coldness little by little, and I could feel Margaret's broken arm becoming more and more active. It seemed that because of the enlightenment in her head, the broken arm was gradually gaining energy.

This wet head regained some blood color——

——I stared at my fiancée, I saw her face clearly, and I was absolutely convinced that she was the girl of my dreams.

The amber-like eyes slowly opened, and the bloodshot eyes gradually faded. When she saw me clearly, she seemed very weak. Since she had no throat vocal cords and no heart and lungs to breathe, she could not make any sound. She could only slowly open and close her mouth, as if she was saying something.

"Margaret?" When I saw my lover wake up, I suddenly felt distressed and aggrieved. It would be obvious that in a while, we should get married soon.

"What do you want to say, Margaret?"

"Mother"

"Fucker?"

After reading this curse word from lip reading, I suddenly felt dumbfounded——

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

She can hear, she can see, she knows what I'm saying, 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? A zombie?"

The laceration on my right arm finally started to bite, and the pain made me talk nonsense.

"Elan called me to this place! Does she want to kill me?"

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

I pointed to the tall guardrail outside the garden and the deformed body.

"What did it eat? Why."

Margaret's eyes became more and more alert. She glanced at the broken arm and seemed to be able to direct the arm from the air to climb to the second floor.

I held Margaret’s head and struggled to the second floor——

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

Various folders, photos, volunteer projects at St. Stephen's Cathedral, and cult symbols almost fill the space.

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

Miss Mia from the city fire brigade is Margaret’s card friend, and Mr. Claus, who is also a member of the fire brigade, is also in the photo. Their faces have been marked with a red cross. Are they dead? Becomes the meat in the belly of walnuts and peanuts?

There is no doubt that Miss Yilan is the organizer of this ceremony.

Likewise, she is also the recipient.

There is a package cover in the center of the desk, but the delivery time is earlier.

Five days ago, Elan received part of Margaret's body——

——One step ahead of Margaret’s cranial mail and walnuts and peanuts.