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 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 middle of the six-act scene described in "Hell's Highway". 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 Sam Walker and Margaret, a newlywed couple, back to the pizza shop at the ruins of the old castle, to my home in Neusider, and stopped on the riverbank road.
I bought a roast chicken for the delirious Jack Martin and let him continue this journey and this dreamlike life - his next name is Winston Spencer.
Graduated from the Royal Naval School. I will use the money I 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 car, an Alfa Romeo. Its chassis was so stiff that it almost shook my back from the city to the 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 to do, please wait a moment."
At noon, the post office across the street from the county police station ushered in the 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. Like 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, and this postman is the messenger who spreads the curse.
After doing these things, Vincent threw down his raincoat and squeezed into the passenger seat with a relaxed and contented face. By the way, he 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 was uneasy: "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 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?"
"Let's 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, Wen Bucai and I parted ways 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.
He went through the secret passage and found a series of Galahad and Hercules books - he was 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.
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! As the Magic Academy inferred, Margaret has turned into the form of a tower spirit. She has lost her life, and all her souls are contained in a pink coffin made of cherry blossom wood.
Locked tightly.
In other words, she is already dead and can barely survive by relying on the Horcrux catalyst.
BOSS said that there is no panacea to cure this disease. Mr. Sam is running 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.
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Forty years later, in 2025, my student 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 switched to work as a librarian and 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 part of the holy blood. He aged very slowly.
——It seems that love can always keep people young forever.
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[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 said 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. 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 60 years ago. In this era of data expansion,
In the era of information explosion, newspapers are not only a vassal of the advertising industry, but also in the remote suburbs of the underground world, where it is difficult to access electricity and the Internet, 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 so many people pursuing Margaret? She should be purer. Sam Walker is a soldier of the First Traffic Department. How can he
A flirtatious wife? How many exes does she have? And female partners? 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, this story is the personal experience narrated 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 stupid.”
"From his perspective, that's how the story is written."
"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 weren't for you and Vincent, if this couple wasn't lucky enough - they might have turned into two cold corpses long ago..."
I nodded to Kotana first and did not deny this statement.
Then take a deep breath and speak slowly.
"Margaret could have given up the moment Sam Walker was hit and killed by a freight train."
"She had many friends, friendships or loves. Or friendships that were about to turn into love."
"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 the hands of others forever, or turns into a handful of yellow sand, and Kevin destroys the Horcrux, Margaret will no longer exist."
"If it weren't for this phone call, I wouldn't have found Jack Martin, and I wouldn't have found Kevin Richard."
"Sam never gives up. He has too many opportunities to escape-"
"——When Ticket took the initiative to find him, he left everything to Margaret. His soul had already been left in the forest cabin in the wilderness of the suburbs and in his new home."
"It wasn't that Sam Walker was lucky enough, it wasn't that we found this pair of fateful mandarin ducks. It was that they found a way to survive."
Miss Kotana wants to say something else.
I immediately waved and shouted stop——
"—Let it stay in my doctor's bag, shall we? Let's look at the next collection of short stories?"
Editor Green and Kotana both looked relieved, as if the new era had placed heavy shackles on these two print media workers.
"I once spent some time in TRG, which is the Special Investigation Group for Spiritual Matters of the FBI and CIA. It is very similar to Tianshu - both are police departments responsible for dealing with spiritual disasters on the earth.
The Security Bureau is dispatched uniformly.”
Let me explain the background of the following story clearly——
"——Not long ago, they asked me to interrogate a death row prisoner. An extremely violent psychic murderer who committed multiple murders in a row and was extremely evil in nature."
"This story is much more bloody than "Sixteen Pieces of My Lovely Wife". I was worried that it would be difficult for it to pass the NC-17 text review, so I asked Kotana to help with proofreading."
"When I came to Florida, it happened to be the spring of 2030. The climate was dry and the temperature was comfortable."
"The Metropolitan Detention Center in Miami was originally a correctional facility, not a place for serious offenders."
"But in order to hide from others, TRG specially prepared a special sealed room for psychic criminals. When I was invited to the deepest sealed well, the pheromones revealed from this felon made me feel extremely nervous——"
"——It was a desperate, hysterical, peaceful feeling with madness and joy."
"It seems that he has accomplished something great, unlike any other member of the Crazy Butterfly Holy Cult."
"He killed more than 20 people, all of whom were ordinary people without psychic powers. They had no deep grudges, and they didn't even have any intersection in their lives."
"His name is Ben, Ben Richter."
"This is my next story -"
"——He is like a ball of burning coals that is about to go out, with dark skin, absent-minded eyes, and unnatural, slightly raised corners of his mouth."
"The story of the brain taken out caused many FBI agents to overdraw their annual leave in advance. They could not accept this fact. Because Mr. Ben is a good person."
"The name of the story is "The Heart of Fury," Ms. Kotana."
Insert a new tape into the WALKMAN and turn on the recording function again.