[Part1·The sweetness of raspberries]

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."
To be continued...