Returning to the commercial street of Neusider County, the sky was 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 of the county hospital was lit, but there was no one there. I waited outside the gate for a long time, but the security guard did not come back, and I could not 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 command 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, glanced at the security guard's duty schedule, and spied 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 melancholy taste, and there is also a little sweetness similar to wild raspberries.
I don’t know what this inexplicable synaesthesia means. Last time it was Officer Tom, who is it this time?
Then I walked toward the elevator room, 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 check it out. There should be few people on the night shift. Regarding my car accident,
Emergency and surgical records will be kept.
To be honest, I don't remember this happening at all, or I have completely forgotten about the memories of last month.
This is very realistic, just like if we have to look at the calendar to recall a certain festival last month, or if we want to recall a certain meal we occasionally had last week, I am afraid it will be as difficult as heavenly.
It's very fuzzy and chaotic.
For me, I only have fresh memories of working day after day and the experience of resigning.
After ending my career as a postman, I have been planning a wedding.
Margaret seems to want to inspire me in this way. She hopes that I can get out of the trough of unemployment. She really...she is really my angel.
Facing a depressed man, she not only did not blame me, nor despise me, nor leave me and give up on me.
She decided to marry me to wake me up.
What kind of cruel freak! What kind of cold-blooded bastard! He would do such a thing to her!
I could hardly 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.
When I reached the first floor, I started to cry again, and the sweet taste of raspberries became stronger and stronger. When I walked to the director's counter, I saw the signs in the corridor clearly and found the surgeon's office.
The doctor had already gone off work. I went to turn the door handle and 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 at the lake. She was also a 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 cap, and her sleeves 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..."
Yilan's mood is very stable and she speaks in an organized manner.
I breathed a sigh of relief, but I didn't completely let down my guard. Before Naomi poured hot oil on her, she looked like a normal person. I couldn't guarantee that the Elayne in front of me would stay awake.
"I'm looking for my medical records."
Without talking about Margaret, I stated the purpose of my trip.
Elan slowly put down her hand and argued in a good voice: "Then you don't have 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 downcast, as if she was sad.
"Can you help me?" I turned the muzzle of 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. Ilan 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'm not 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 Welsh 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 brain didn't 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 went to search the carpet.
When I arrived at the spare key, there was no one 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 open it..."
When Yilan talked about this, she suddenly lost control of her emotions.
Her eyes were red and she couldn't help but throw herself into my arms.
"Walker..."
"That's Margaret's head..."
"That's her head, I was almost scared..."
"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..."
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[Part2·Death Certificate]
I called the police yesterday morning. Didn't the police in the city discover this? Or in the case of the police in Neusider, the police in the city had to delay for two or three days before they came to visit?
"Elan, didn't you call the police?"
"I ran away at that time!" Yilan's face was filled with tears. She held on to 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 in a daze. 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 label 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 calmed down and led me into the archives room.
I am convinced that this girl is not a participant in this cannibal feast, she is 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 be such false news? 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...
Me? I'm 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, let me be 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.
Delivering mail around the 15th, while driving a three-wheeled diesel locomotive on Highway 302 toward the residential area of New Sider, it was hit by a log rolled down by the KT3314 train, causing the mail delivery vehicle to lose control. It was unable to brake in an emergency.
, was run over by a freight train and sent to the Mercy Hospital in Neusider, where resuscitation failed and he died forty-five minutes later.
Other body tissues of Sam Walker were found at the crime scene and spliced with the torso, making a total of eight parts...
One photo after another was revealed, all images of my corpse.
It seems that I really died, really died on the way to deliver the letter on the 15th of last month. That was my last shift.
There was no resignation, no new postman took my place, just because of a traffic accident, I died - so it's time for me to retire.
I can't believe all this. If these photos are true, then I am still alive and well, able to breathe and walk.
I think these photos are fake, forged, perhaps through some kind of makeup technology. The movie also has a lot of corpse scenes, which are enough to make them look fake.
I returned to the file room little by little and slowly stuffed the documents back. There were more and more questions in my mind, and I couldn't figure out the ins and outs of the whole thing - I was broken into eight pieces? Because of an accident? Because of a freight train?
My head hurt more and more, and I felt a little relieved when I touched my arm lined with raincoat and Margaret's cold body.
"Elan, do you know about this?" I walked out of the door. The clue seemed to be broken here. I wanted to ask about the actual situation last month. Ilan is a nurse in the county hospital. Like Naomi, they may
It happened that they also learned about my "death" while on duty that day - they should know something.
"Know about this?" Yilan didn't understand what I was talking about.
I then explained patiently: "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 and was on holiday."
Naomi was dead, she couldn't speak, and I couldn't find other nurses or doctors to verify the truth of my death.
"Where is Margaret's head?" I asked next: "Take me to her..."
Miss Yilan took out the key from her pocket, glanced at the inpatient department next door, and explained in a low voice.
"I'm afraid I can't go with you. There are still patients waiting for me. The weather these days is either hot flashes or thunderstorms, cold and damp - the older people can't survive this. They need me."
I nodded, took the key, and prepared to go back to Yilan's house to take a look at Margaret.
As he walked out of the door, Elantra ordered.
"Mr. Walker! Walnuts and Peanuts are at home too! I brought them here! You have to be careful about the dog!"