Abyss Express

Chapter 831 Ordinary Love⑦·Galaxy Wandering

[Part①·Not listening at all]

"It's okay, Margaret." I comforted my fiancée, holding our hands tightly.

The rings were still there, bumping against each other, almost inseparable.

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

——Margaret and I seemed to have no chance of looking back.

With so many people dead in Neusider, it is impossible to blame them all on Miss Elan 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 was chopped into sixteen pieces and used as a blood sacrifice in a witchcraft ritual, but she was resurrected.

We both no longer belong to human society and have entered the darkness long ago.

"What should I do with Elan?" Margaret said about this little best friend. When it came to Miss Elan, she seemed to have a dilemma - she wanted to kill everyone. She was at Kevin Richard's place. I listened to a lot of evil scriptures.

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

This priest named Kevin Richard came from the US-Mexico border and seemed to have lived for a long, long time. When I was a child, Father Kevin had been working at St. Stephen's Cathedral. It seems like I never get older.

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

Only the last three participants of this bloody sacrifice remain.

No, at this moment, Miss Yilan came home.

The little nurse opened the door quietly. I made a quick decision and decided to end it.

Throwing the gun on the floor, I stood up holding Margaret's hand and raised my hands toward the entrance.

I said: "Elan! Elan! Are you there?! Elan!"

Stepping out of the dim entrance light, Elan was obviously startled when she saw the firearms on the floor, but she didn't scream, she just trembled a little.

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

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

She regained her composure, knowing that I was not hostile, and seemed to have found the initiative.

"Margaret. Margaret"

She looked at my fiancée longingly——

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

"Why? Why did you leave me?"

Having a heartthrob as your wife is incredibly troubling. I was so confused that it was almost difficult to understand this attachment. Maybe I had already been favored by the goddess of fate, but these people who were controlled by the evil curse would never get it.

Margaret squinted her eyes, finding it difficult to agree with the idea of ​​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 a step where the devil reveals his true colors.

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

"Mr. Sam." Elan immediately 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 in the county hospital. Maybe during the holidays, I can go to church with Margaret to chant scriptures. We go to yoga classes and play badminton together."

"What would it be like without you? She also wants to move to your new house?!"

She pointed the gun at my head—

——Almost in tears, he accused me of what I had done.

“There are only so many Margarets”

"If you take some away, there will be less that belongs to me."

"There are fewer that belong to me."

"Why? Sam! Why? With your ridiculous love?"

Elan's emotions became more and more agitated, but her speech was very logical and coherent.

"She wants to give you a baby? She wants to live in that shabby house with you? Why?"

"I'm so rich! My family has 100 million! Why do you want to steal my best friend!"

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

"I just think I just feel."

Elayne 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 aggrievedly and sadly. 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 eleven? I don't remember."

Miss Yilan shouted——

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

She seemed like an unreasonable little girl. Margaret looked at me first and then at her.

"Ilan, don't point a gun at my husband."

Yilan didn't listen. Her eyes were determined and she pulled the trigger.

The gunshot didn't go off because I unloaded the bullet. I just wanted to find out Miss Yilan's mental state.

The hammer kept hitting the empty barrel of the gun, and the hollow sound it made was so harsh, which meant that Miss Yilan really wanted to kill me, whether it was out of sincerity or controlled by this terrifying curse - at this time At this moment, she wanted to beat my head into pieces.

The sun shines in the courtyard, and shines through the floor-to-ceiling windows into the living room, illuminating the bloodstains all over the room. After a night of thunderstorms, the fresh smell of rain and dew poured in through the doors and windows, gradually dissipating the scary and eerie atmosphere.

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

The good friend she had talked to about everything in school was about to leave her life. Every day at work in the county hospital was full of depression and manic depression - yes, she was always close to death.

"She's yours! Sam!"

Elayne screamed hysterically.

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

The old people who are unwilling to take care of even their own children, the decaying souls dying in the intensive care unit, 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 After resigning, I can freely take Margaret with me and go for a walk on the white sandy beaches of Italy, go to Naples to see the sea, and go further afield.

But there is no such chance——

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

Originally, Margaret's life was just 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 kind of spiritual support. It has become a feeling of attachment that is difficult to let go.

She is a daughter, a friend, a teacher, a potential crush, a former school lover, a beautiful moment frozen in the past, and a precious treasure for others.

When the ring was put on her ring finger, she became Sam Walker's wife. The wedding seemed to have turned into a horrific blood sacrifice ceremony that would severely take away the happiness of these sixteen people. Under the curse Under the influence, they almost turned into animals, into the ferocious monsters in the Herculean Blood Sacrifice Ceremony.

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

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

Margaret: "Sam is not an ogre. He will not eat me."

Yilan: "Really?"

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

"Really? Margaret?" Elayne would never believe this, because this is life.

When our childhood partners start families, we lose some of our freedoms, such as the freedom not to go home at ten o'clock in the evening, or the freedom not to answer the phone, or the freedom to call a friend's name and get an immediate response. kind of freedom.

What Yilan needs is the freedom of not wanting to grow up and lose her playmates.

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

[Part②·Not as gentle as you]

I no longer hesitated, grabbed Margaret's hand and ran out the door.

I don't want to hurt this little girl who won't grow 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 scolding me for what I had done. She only felt that walnuts and peanuts were so useless. The monster she summoned did not Killing a robber like me is too cowardly and useless.

Margaret and I returned to the sunny streets along the river and ran forward like crazy.

Going back to the garden of Elan's villa, she saw Elan hugging a thigh, which was the fifteenth body part of Margaret——

——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's like an inexplicable scene in a comedy movie. It's so weird to me. This thigh, covered with white lace stockings, looks like sexy underwear. When it flew into my arms, I still had a strong feeling. , unreal feeling.

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

We stepped on the sparkling road with bare feet, and the puddles splashed with golden floral brilliance.

Margaret's breathing was rapid, she was missing an arm, her body was off balance and she couldn't run fast.

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

"Sam! Will Elan be taken away by the police?"

"I have no idea."

"How many people did she kill?"

"I have no idea."

"What about us?"

"I don't know, honey."

"Where should we go?"

"To the fire station? Find Roger?"

"What if 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 walking dead."

"Where is Yilan? Will the county police look for her?"

"I'm afraid yes, he will come to us too."

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

"My love, that is not about the wedding. It will also alert MI6 and SAS - we have been dead a long time ago. There should be many, many people who want to have this power that can resurrect the dead."

"Are we going to be in the National Academy of Sciences? Will we be turned into specimens?"

"Probably" I said, "It will also be written into the history books."

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

I said: "If it can be written into the textbook, it is true."

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

"I love you."

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

Crossing an arch bridge, pedestrians on the street looked at our strange newlyweds.

I was covered in wounds, and occasionally enthusiastic people came up to greet me and wanted to call me first aid.

Margaret still hadn't taken off the silk stockings given to her by Miss Elan. Her other foot was bare, and the bright red cut on her arm frightened many passers-by. Looking carefully, they thought it was just a prank. A kind of artistic makeup from a ghost movie.

After all, no monster would run down the county street of Neusiedl and into the fire station in broad daylight.

"The walnuts are dead, and so are the peanuts." When we arrived in front of the fire station, I finally told this story.

Margaret slapped me lightly, as if blaming me.

"I get so angry just thinking about it! My husband! Can you not mention them?"

The leader of the tribe had always regarded Peanut and Hutao as her children, and the two old dogs that she had raised for twelve years finally died.

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

Margaret: "It's a deal!"

With that said, we stepped into Roger Boy's workplace, went up to the second floor and went 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, and a big boy in his early twenties hurriedly walked out of the gym next door - he was also the last invitee of this ceremony.

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

When he saw Margaret's severed hand, he was instantly frightened and suddenly realized.

"Mr. Sam, are you okay?"

This little boy is in good mental condition and has almost no symptoms of madness. Seems unaffected by the witchcraft curse.

I asked point-blank: "Have you received the package? Roger Forgan?"

"Uh wait a minute!"

Roger Boy seemed to still be unclear about the situation. He frowned, took off his wet vest, rinsed off the sweat from his body, and tidied up his appearance.

He took us to the fire brigade dormitory and opened his room——

——The bedroom was almost a mess, and the sight of the mess on the floor made my scalp numb.

A severed hand has been sealed in a plastic bag and tied to the iron frame bed with tape.

"I called the police."

"But the county police haven't come yet."

Roger Forgan finally realized something.

"Is this Lady Margaret's hand?"

The ceiling was covered with ketchup, and all the sauce bottles in the dormitory's simple kitchen were knocked over.

The clothes in the closet were torn to pieces, the mirror was broken, and there were scratches all over the sheets and bedding.

I glanced at Margaret——

——Margaret glanced away.

"I struggled a bit."

"Just once."