Abyss Express

Chapter 833 Ms. Latia’s doctor’s bag·Rage attacks the heart

[Part①·U2丨You come too]

So, let this story return to the pen of David Victor——

——When I returned to Edinburgh with the officers and men of Operation Chastity in 1975, I was contacted by the Hood Hunters stationed near Fort Chadderton.

They need the help of VIPs, and a blood mystery that has lasted for decades has slowly dissipated. It is so difficult to follow this clue to uproot the entire British cabinet and politicians.

But I noticed a warning——

——It was also the distress signal sent by Sam Walker in Neusiedel, Austria.

I arrived here three days later, in the name of Ms. Latia Morian - after all, the name David Victor is too eye-catching. The Vienna Golden Theater is right next to the church. It is my family's property.

What I didn't expect was that Jack Martin was here, in the middle of the six acts described in Hell's Highway. Fate brings us together again and comes to the starting point of the story.

At the end of the summer of 1975, I invited Sam Walker and Margaret, a newlywed couple, back to the pizza shop at the ruins of the old castle, to my home in Neusiedl, and stopped on the riverbank road.

I bought a roast chicken for the delirious Jack Martin and let him continue on this journey and this dreamlike life - his next name is Winston Spencer, in Graduated from the Royal Naval School. I will use the money I have earned over the years to hire two servants to take care of him and play the role of parents in his new life.

Back to Mr. Sam Walker.

We drove Kevin Richard's car, which was an Italian car, an Alfa Romeo. Its chassis is so stiff that it nearly shook my back from town to parish.

Mr. Sam has many, many questions - he is like a curious baby.

Margaret was unusually quiet - she seemed content to be by her husband's side.

I said: "There is one last thing left to do, please wait a moment."

At noon, the post office across the street from the county police station ushered in lunch break. The newly appointed little postman came back with a tricycle. I rang the summons bell - an Oriental friend came from the wild.

Vincent brought up his hand cannon and blew the postman's head off. It's like popping a pineapple.

There is no brain tissue in the postman's skull, and it is filled with an unknown yellow gelatinous substance. Just as I thought, the minions of Hercules select the seeds of power in the mortal world. This postman is the messenger who spreads the curse.

After doing these things, Vincent threw down his raincoat, and when he squeezed into the passenger seat, he looked relaxed and content, and asked about Jack's whereabouts.

"Hey! Where are the others?"

I handed over the high heels, stepped on the accelerator with my bare feet, and quickly left the scene of the crime - waiting for people from MI6 to handle the funeral.

"Jack still has a period of life to live, and he needs more time to heal, Vincent."

Wen Bucai held two boxes of pizza, handed them to the back seat, and said by the way: "Happy wedding! Sam!"

He took out two roses from the corner of the pizza box and handed them to Margaret——

"—and you! Margaret! Happy wedding!"

The young lovers still don't understand the ins and outs of the whole thing. Their lives are about to turn a new page and they are about to touch a brand new world. After going to Tianqiong Station, everything will gradually become clear.

Sam Walker said anxiously: "Thank you."

Margaret was excited: "Thank you! Thank you!"

The scenery outside the window flew behind me. After getting on the county road, I asked about the future.

"Vincent, you submitted your resignation to BOSS last month? Where are you going?"

Wen Bucai replied casually: "The motherland needs me."

I then asked: "Why?"

Wen Bucai patiently explained: "Six years ago, Ho Chi Minh passed away in Hanoi and then——"

"——After Le Duan came to power in Vietnam, he finally completed the unification event in the first two months."

"The relationship between China and Vietnam is becoming more and more tense, and there are constant new disputes. Vietnam is encroaching on the territory of the motherland, encroaching on border islands, and is going to fight again."

"I want to go back. If the country needs me, I will go back at any time."

"How does it feel to get revenge?" I continued to ask: "Kevin is dead."

"I don't know." Wen Bucai's eyes dimmed: "That was more than a hundred years ago, and I have almost forgotten everything - Victor, are you really a man?"

"Would you like to make a bet? If I take off my skirt, you will see a man's body." I joked unscrupulously: "Then I want you to use my high heels to drink wine."

"Hahahahaha!" Wen Bucai quickly begged for mercy: "Forget it! Forget it! Forget it! You are so talented."

Six hours later, I parted ways with Wen Bucai in London——

——I don’t know how long it will take to see these two partners again, but I firmly believe that the wonderful destiny will allow us to reunite at the next cusp of the next storm, at the next critical moment in history that changes forever.

Six months later, Sam Walker got his lapis lazuli.

When I talk about this journey, I still feel surprised and incredible.

This man had a strong willpower, and the love between Margaret and Sam Walker became a tenacious bond. In this bloody and terrifying sacrificial ceremony, their love allowed them to barely maintain their human form and reach the end.

Ms. Ilan found a new job at the Magic Academy. She was originally a choir member hired by Kevin Richard. This alert and sensitive girl noticed something unusual about Father Kevin and broke into the church. Secret passage, found a series of Galahad and Hercules books - is a self-taught wizard.

The tribunal had no intention of holding Ms. Yilan responsible for the murder. In that case, it was very rare that she was bewitched by the blood sacrifice ritual and could retain some of her sanity and complete the emergency evacuation - she did not swallow the blood sacrifice and turn into an ogre. It is a blessing among misfortunes.

As the Magic Academy deduced, Margaret had turned into the form of a tower spirit. She had lost her life, and all her soul was tightly locked in a pink coffin made of cherry blossom wood.

In other words, she is already dead and can barely survive relying on the Horcrux catalyst.

BOSS said that this disease cannot be cured by a panacea. Mr. Sam travels back and forth in the underground world and has a new life, a new journey, and a new path that must be taken - maybe one day Margaret can truly live. .

Forty years later, in 2025. My students once mentioned these people and things to me in Galahad. Bu Liuxing, who likes to make friends everywhere, found such an amiable grandma in the secret library. Ms. Yilan turned to work as a librarian. , stayed in this position for thirty-six years.

Every Saturday, Sam Walker would come back here with his beautiful young wife. Whether it was an old friend or a new partner, they would have a glass of old wine - time forgot about Margaret and let go of this. A lonely ghost.

Later, during Operation Autumn Harvest, like all Knife warriors, Sam Walker, who was in his seventies, became a member of the staff team of the First Transportation Department. He has always been by our side, like every unknown soldier.

Like Billy Horn, he was originally a noble son of Our Lady of Grace. He underwent a skin test and possessed a part of the holy blood. He aged very slowly.

——It seems that love can always keep people young forever.

[Part②·Ben Rector丨Ben Rector]

"Editor Green, I have told everything I can about this story." I licked my lips, full of expectations, trying to see some excitement on the editor's face.

Kotana's face was ugly. It was a complex emotion that was both regretful and unsatisfactory.

I can feel the obvious difference in reading experience between the two people, as if there is a thick barrier between them.

Mr. Green spoke slowly: "Sorry, Mr. Victor, this story cannot be on the front page. It should be placed near the advertisement column of The Sun."

I was not surprised at all. From the moment I stepped into the door of the newspaper, I understood that the story about Sam Walker should be difficult to describe. It was already a phantom of the past more than sixty years ago. In this era of data expansion and information explosion. In addition to newspapers being a vassal of the advertising industry, in the remote suburbs of the underground world, where electricity and the Internet are difficult to access, paper media can barely have a say.

Kotana sighed: "Mr. Victor - for the underground people, it is a bit bloody, and there are many things that cannot be discussed, such as"

"For example, Sam Walker." Mr. Green said bluntly: "I couldn't accept it at first. Why are Margaret pursued by so many people? She should be purer. Sam Walker is a soldier of the First Traffic Department. How can there be such a thing? A flirtatious wife? How many exes does she have? I don’t understand?”

"It's not fair to Sam, her."

As if he noticed my expression, Mr. Green gradually stopped talking.

I emphasized: "Editor-in-Chief, this story is the personal experience told by Sam Walker in 1975. He was once an ordinary person with no power to restrain a chicken, a clumsy man who was entangled in a hunting trap he set. Live idiot.”

"That's how the story is written, from his perspective."

"Perhaps we are accustomed to hearing the legendary lives of heroic characters, and have developed an unimaginable numbness and callousness towards these redundant trivial matters of all living beings. We are once again isolated into individual molecules - exhausted in life, only caring about Own."

I put the tapes and manuscripts away and re-sealed them in the doctor's bag, just as I thought at first -

——This story can only remain in the river of time. It is only a treasure of a few people.

Kotana whispered: "Mr. Victor, please forgive me for being offended. If it hadn't been for you and Vincent, if this couple hadn't been lucky enough - they might have turned into two cold corpses long ago."

I nodded to Kotana first, without denying this statement.

Then he took a deep breath and spoke slowly.

"Margaret could have given up as early as the moment Sam Walker was hit and killed by a freight train."

"She had a lot of friends, friendships or romances. Or friendships that were about to turn into romances."

"Miss Kotana, I have no intention of correcting you or teaching you a lesson."

"It's just that the moment Sam Walker stepped into the trap and was hung up, he might have given up long ago - waiting for the ranger to rescue him, waiting for sunset, waiting for sunrise, waiting for this ceremony to be over."

"When Margaret falls into someone else's hands forever, or turns into a handful of yellow sand, Kevin destroys the Horcrux, and Margaret no longer exists."

"If it weren't for this phone call, I wouldn't be able to find Jack Martin or Kevin Richard."

"Sam never gave up. He had too many opportunities to escape--"

"--When the ticket took the initiative to find him, he left everything to Margaret. His soul had already been left in the cabin in the suburban wilderness, in his new home."

"It's not that Sam Walker is lucky enough, it's not that we found this pair of star-crossed lovers. It's that they found a way to survive."

Miss Cortana wanted to say something.

I immediately waved my hand to stop--

"--Let it stay in my doctor's bag? Let's take a look at the next short story collection?"

Editor-in-chief Green and Cortana both looked relieved, as if the new era had added a heavy pair of shackles to these two paper media workers.

"I once spent some time in TRG, the special criminal investigation team of the FBI and CIA against spiritual things. It is very similar to Tianshu - both are police departments responsible for dealing with spiritual disasters on the ground, and are uniformly dispatched by the Department of Homeland Security."

I explained the background of the following story clearly -

"- Not long ago, they asked me to interrogate a death row inmate. An extremely violent psychic killer who committed multiple murders in a row and was extremely bad in nature."

"This story is much bloodier than "Sixteen Stories of a Beautiful Wife". I am worried that it will be difficult to pass the NC-17 text review. Please ask Kotana to help proofread it repeatedly."

"When I came to Florida, it happened to be the spring of 2030. The climate was dry and the temperature was comfortable."

"In the Metropolitan Detention Center in Miami, it was originally a correctional facility, not a place to hold serious criminals."

"But in order to conceal their tracks, TRG prepared special lead-sealed rooms for psychic criminals. When I was invited to the deepest Sealed Well, the pheromones from this felon made me feel extremely nervous——”

“——It was a kind of desperate, hysterical, crazy and joyful peace. ”

“It seems that he has accomplished some great cause, which is different from any member of the Mad Butterfly Saint Church.”

“He killed more than 20 people, all ordinary people without psychic powers. They had no deep hatred and even no intersection in life.”

“His name is Ben, Ben Rickett.”

“That’s my next story——”

“——He is like a burning charcoal, with dark skin and absent eyes, and unnatural, slightly raised corners of his mouth.”

“The story taken out of this skull made many FBI agents overdraw their annual leave in advance. They couldn’t accept this fact. Because Mr. Ben is a good person.”

“The name of the story is "Rage Attack", Ms. Cortana.”

A new tape was inserted into the WALKMAN, and the recording function was turned on again.