Abyss Train

Chapter 833: Ms. Latia's Doctor's Bag: Rage
[Part①·U2丨You come too]
So, let this story return to David Victor's pen -

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

They need the assistance of VIP, and a blood clan mystery that has lasted for decades is slowly dissipating. It is so difficult to uproot all the British cabinet leaders along this clue.

But I noticed a warning.

——This was also the distress signal sent by Sam Walker in Neusiedl, Austria.

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

What I didn't expect was that Jack Martin was also here, and he was in the six scenes described in [Highway to Hell]. Fate brought us together again and we came to the starting point of the story.

At the end of the summer of 1975, I invited the newlyweds Sam Walker and Margaret to return to the pizza shop at the castle ruins, come to their hometown in Neusiedl, and stop on the riverside road.

I bought a roast chicken for the unconscious Jack Martin, and let him continue this journey, this dreamlike life - his next name is Winston Spencer, and he graduated from the Royal Naval Academy in the UK. 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 were driving Kevin Richard's car, an Italian Alfa Romeo, and it had a very stiff chassis that nearly shook my back apart from the city to the parish.

Mr. Sam has lots and lots of questions—he's like a curious baby.

Margaret was unusually quiet - it seemed that she was already content to be able to stay with her husband.

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

By noon, the post office across the street from the county police station was having its lunch break. The new postman came back on his tricycle, and I rang the summon bell - an Oriental friend was walking out from the wilderness.

Vincent raised his hand cannon and blew the mailman's head off like a pineapple.

There was no brain tissue in the postman's skull, but it was filled with yellow unknown gelatinous substance. Just as I thought, the minions of Hercules were selecting the seeds of power in the mortal world, and this postman was the messenger spreading the curse.

After doing all these things, Vincent threw away his raincoat, squeezed into the passenger seat with a relaxed look on his face, and asked about Jack's whereabouts.

"Hey! Where are the others?"

I handed over my high heels, stepped on the accelerator with my bare feet, and quickly left the crime scene - waiting for MI6 to come and deal with the aftermath.

"Jack still has a part of his life to live. He needs more time to heal, Vincent."

Wen Bucai held two boxes of pizza and handed them to the back seat, saying, "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 whole story. Their lives are about to turn a new page and they are about to touch a brand new world. After going to the Sky Station, everything will slowly become clear.

Sam Walker was uneasy: "Thank you."

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

The scenery outside the window flew past me, and after getting on the county road, I asked about the future.

"Vincent, you handed in your resignation to your boss again last month? Where are you going?"

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

I then asked, “Why?”

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

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

"The relationship between China and Vietnam on the border is becoming increasingly tense, with new disputes constantly arising. Vietnam is encroaching on our motherland's territory, encroaching on border islands, and is about to go to war again."

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

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

“I don’t know.” Wen Bucai’s eyes dimmed. “That was more than a hundred years ago. I almost forgot everything. Victor, are you really a man?”

"Let's make a bet. If I take off my skirt, you will see a man's body." I joked shamelessly, "Then I want you to drink wine in my high heels."

“Hahahahahaha!” 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 before I can see these two companions again, but I firmly believe that the wonderful fate will bring us together again at the next cusp of a storm, at the next critical moment in history when the world changes dramatically.

Six months later, Sam Walker got his lapis lazuli.

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

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

Ms. Yilan found a new job in the Magic Academy. She was originally a choir member hired by Kevin Richard. This alert and sensitive girl noticed the abnormality of Father Kevin, and broke into the secret passage of the church and found a series of Galahad and Hercules books - he was a self-taught wizard.

The court had no intention of pursuing Ms. Ilan's charge of murder. Under the circumstances, she was bewitched by the blood sacrifice ritual and was able to retain some sanity and complete emergency avoidance, which was already commendable - she did not swallow the blood sacrifice and turn into an ogre, which was a blessing in disguise.

Just as the Magic Academy deduced, Margaret has turned into a tower spirit. She has lost her life, and all her soul is locked tightly in a pink coffin made of cherry wood.

In other words, she was already dead, and was barely able to stay alive by relying on the Horcrux catalyst.

The boss said that this disease could not be cured by any panacea. Mr. Sam traveled back and forth in the underground world and had a new life, a new journey, and a new path that he had to take - maybe one day Margaret would truly come back to life.

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

Every Saturday, Sam Walker would return here with his young and beautiful wife, and whether they were old friends or new partners, they would have a glass of aged wine - time had forgotten Margaret and spared this lonely ghost.

Later, during the Autumn Harvest Operation, like all the warriors of the Quick Knife, Sam Walker, who was in his seventies, became a member of the First Transportation Department's staff team. He was always by our side, just like every unknown warrior. Like Billy Horn, he was originally a noble offspring of the Blessed Virgin, had undergone a skin test, and had a part of the Holy Blood, and he aged very slowly.

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

[Part②·Ben Rector丨Ben Rector]
"Editor-in-Chief Green, I have said everything I can about this story." I licked my lips, trying to see some excitement on the editor's face with full anticipation.

Kotana's face looked very ugly, it was a complex emotion of regret and a sense of wanting more.

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

Mr. Green said slowly: "I'm 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 newspaper office, I knew that the story about Sam Walker should not be accepted by the public. It was a phantom of the past more than 60 years ago. In this era of data expansion and information explosion, newspapers are only a vassal of the advertising industry. In the remote suburbs of the underground world, where electricity and 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 found it hard to accept at first. Why did Margaret have so many suitors? She should be purer. Sam Walker is a soldier of the First Transportation Bureau. How could he have a fickle wife? How many exes did she have? And a female partner? I don't understand."

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

6◇9◇Book◇Bar

As if noticing my expression, Mr. Green gradually stopped talking.

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

“From his perspective, that’s how the story is written.”

"Perhaps we are so used to hearing about the legendary lives of heroes that we have become indifferent and cold to the redundant trivialities of ordinary people. We are once again isolated as individuals - running around in life, only caring about ourselves."

I put away the tape and the manuscript, sealing them back in the doctor's bag, just as I had originally thought—

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

Cortana whispered, "Mr. Victor, please forgive me for my indignation. If it weren't for you and Vincent, if it weren't for this couple being lucky enough, they would 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 the moment Sam Walker was hit by a freight train."

"She has a lot of friends, friendships or love. Or friendships that are about to turn into love."

"Ms. Kotana, I have no intention of correcting you, nor do I mean to teach you a lesson."

"But at the moment when Sam Walker stepped into the trap and was hung up, he could have given up long ago - waiting for the ranger to rescue him, waiting for sunset, waiting for sunrise, waiting for the ceremony to end."

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

"If it wasn't for this phone call, I wouldn't have found Jack Martin, and I wouldn't have found Kevin Richard."

"Sam never gave up. He had so many opportunities to escape—"

"——When the ticket found him, he left everything to Margaret. His soul had already been left in the cabin in the wilderness, in his new home."

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

Miss Kotana wanted to say something else.

I immediately waved my hand and called for a stop.

"—let it stay in my doctor's bag? Shall we move on to the next short story collection?"

Editor-in-Chief Green and Kotana both looked relieved, as if the new era had put a heavy pair of shackles on these two print media workers.

"I once spent some time in TRG, which is the Special Criminal Investigation Group for Spiritual Matters of the FBI and the CIA. It is very similar to Tianshu - both are police departments responsible for handling spiritual disasters on earth, and are uniformly dispatched by the Department of Homeland Security."

I will explain the background of the following story clearly -

"——Just a while ago, they asked me to interrogate a death row inmate. He was an extremely violent psychic killer who had committed multiple murders in a row and was extremely vicious in nature."

"This story is much bloodier than '17 Pieces of a Beautiful Wife'. I'm worried that it will be difficult to pass the NC- text review. I would like to ask Kotana to help proofread it repeatedly."

“When I arrived in Florida, it was the spring of 2030. The weather was dry and the temperature was comfortable.”

"In the Metropolitan Detention Center in Miami, this is a correctional facility, not a place to hold serious criminals."

"But in order to conceal their tracks, TRG prepared a special sealed room for psychic criminals. When I was invited to the deepest sealed well, the pheromones emitted from this serious criminal made me feel extremely nervous—"

"--it was a desperate, hysterical, mad and joyful sense of peace."

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

"He killed more than 20 people, all of whom were ordinary people without psychic powers. They had no deep hatred or hatred, and they didn't even have any intersection in life."

"His name is Ben. Ben Rickett."

“This is my next story—”

"——He was like a burning charcoal, with dark skin, lifeless eyes, and unnatural, slightly upturned corners of his mouth."

"The story of the brain being taken out of this skull has caused many FBI agents to overdraw their annual leave in advance. They can't accept this fact. Because Mr. Ben is a good man."

"The name of the story is 'Rage', Ms. Cortana."

Insert a new tape into the WALKMAN and start recording again.

(End of this chapter)