[Part1·U2丨You come together too]

So, let this story return to David Victor’s writings-

——When I returned to Edinburgh with the troops of Operation Chastis in 1975, the Hood Hunter stationed near Fort Chaddon contacted me.

They need the assistance of VIPs, and a blood clan suspicion that has lasted for decades has slowly disappeared. It is so difficult to uproot the cabinet politicians in the entire UK according to this clue.

But I noticed a police incident-

——It was Sam Walker's distress signal in Neussidel, Austria.

I arrived here three days later, in the name of Ms. Latia Molion - after all, the name David Victor is too eye-catching. The Golden Theatre in Vienna is next door to the church, which is my property.

What I didn't expect was that Jack Martin was here, and was in the six-act play described by [Hell Highway]. Destiny once again brought us to the beginning of the story.

At the end of the summer of 1975, I invited Sam Walker and Margaret, the newlywed couple, to return to the pizza shop at the castle ruins, to the hometown of New Siddle, and stopped on the riverside road.

I bought a roast chicken for the unconscious Jack Martin and allowed him to continue this journey and continue this dreamy life - his next name, Winston Spencer, graduated from the Royal Naval School. I would 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's side.

We drove Kevin Richard's car, an Italian car, Alfa Romeo. Its chassis was very hard and almost shook my waist and back from downtown to parish.

Mr. Sam had many, many problems - he was like a curious baby.

Margaret was extremely quiet - she seemed to be satisfied with being able to stay by her husband's side.

I said this: "There is one last thing I haven't finished, please wait."

At noon, the post office across the street from the county police station ushered in a lunch break. The newly appointed little postman came back with a three-wheeled car. I shook the summoning bell - a friend from the east came from the wilderness.

Vincent mentioned his hand cannon and blew the postman's head, like a ball of pineapple.

The postman's head has no brain tissue, and it is stuffed with yellow uncollectable objects. As I thought, the minions of the Martial Perseus selected the seeds of power in the mundane world. This postman is the messenger who spreads the curse.

After doing these things, Vincent threw down his raincoat and squeezed into the passenger seat to freely paint his face, and asked Jack wherever he was.

"Hey! Where are other people?"

I handed over the high heels, stepped on the accelerator barefoot, and quickly left the scene - waiting for the MI6 people to deal with the funeral.

"Jack still has a life that has not been finished, and he needs more time to heal, Vincent."

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

Take out two roses from the corner of the pizza box and hand them to Margaret's hand-

"—And you! Margaret! Happy wedding!"

This little lover still doesn't understand the whole story. Their lives are about to turn a new page and touch a brand new world. After heading to the sky, everything will gradually become clear.

Sam Walker was worried: "Thank you..."

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

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

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

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

I continued, "Why?"

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

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

"The relationship between the Sino-Vietnam border is becoming increasingly tense, and new disputes are constantly emerging. Vietnam is occupying the territory of the motherland, eroding border islands, and fighting again..."

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

"How is it like to take revenge?" I continued, "Kevin is dead."

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

"Make a bet? If I take off my skirt, you will see a man." I joked unscrupulously: "Then I want you to drink with my high heels."

"Hahahahahahaha!" Wen Bucai hurriedly 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 a wonderful fate will bring us back at the next critical moment of history when the world changes.

Six months later, Sam Walker got his lapis lazuli.

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

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

Ms. Elan found a new job in the Magic Academy. She was originally a member of the choir hired by Kevin Richard. The alert and sensitive girl noticed the abnormality of Father Kevin, and flipped into the secret passage of the church, and found a series of books by Galahad and Martial Perseids - a self-taught wizard.

The referee had no intention of holding Ms. Yilan responsible for murder. In that case, she was bewitched by the blood sacrifice ceremony and was able to maintain some reason and complete emergency avoidance. It was already commendable - it was a blessing in disgrace to become an ogre without swallowing the blood sacrifice.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! As the Magic Academy inferred, Margaret has become a tower spirit form, she has lost her life, and all her soul is locked tightly by a pink coffin made of a cherry blossom tree.

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

The BOSS said that this disease cannot be cured, and Mr. Sam travels around the underground world and has a new life, a new journey, a new path - perhaps one day Margaret will truly come back to life.

Forty years later, in 2025, my student once mentioned these people and things to me in Galahad, and liked to make friends everywhere. He found such a kind and amiable grandmother in the secret library. Ms. Yilan turned to work as a librarian and stayed in this position for thirty-six years.

Every Saturday, Sam Walker will bring his young and beautiful wife back here, whether it is an old friend or a new partner, and he will have a glass of old wine - time has forgotten Margaret and let this lonely ghost go.

In the later autumn harvest operation, like all the soldiers with the fast sword, Sam Walker, who was in his seventies, became a member of the staff team of the First Transportation Bureau. He has always been by our side, like every unknown soldier.

Like Billy Horn, he was originally a noble seed of the Virgin Mary, and after undergoing the skin test, he had a part of the holy blood, and he was very old.

——It seems that love can always make people live forever.

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[Part2·Ben Rector丨Ben Rector]

"Editor Green, I have finished telling everything I can about this story." I licked my lips, hugged my heart full of expectations, and tried to see some excited expressions on the editor-in-chief's face.

Kotana's face looked ugly, which was a complex emotion that was both regretful and unsatisfied.

I could feel the obvious difference in the reading experience between the two, as if there was a heavy barrier between people.

Green said slowly: "Sorry, Mr. Victor, this story cannot be published, it should be near the Sun's advertising column."

I was not surprised at all. From the moment I stepped into the newspaper gate, I realized that the story about Sam Walker should be difficult to be in the grand ceremony. It was already a phantom of the past more than 60 years ago. In this era of data expansion and information explosion, newspapers are not only a vassal of the advertising industry, but also a newspaper that is difficult to connect to electricity and the Internet in the remote suburbs of the underground world, and paper media can barely have a little say.

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

"For example, Sam Walker." Green said straight: "I couldn't accept it at first. Why did Margaret pursue so many people? She should be purer. Sam Walker is a soldier of the First Transportation Department. How could he have a wife of a watery Poplar? How many exes she has? And female partners? I don't understand..."

"This is not fair to Sam, her..."

It seemed that I noticed my expression, and Green gradually stopped talking.

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

"From his perspective, that's how the story is written."

"Maybe we are used to hearing the legendary life of heroes, and have developed an unimaginable numbness and coldness towards the redundant trivial matters of these countless people. Once again, we are isolated as elements - running around in life and only caring about ourselves."

I put the tapes and manuscripts in my doctor's bag, just like I thought at first—

——This story can only be left in the river of time, it is just a treasure for a small number of people.

Kotana whispered: "Mr. Victor, please forgive me for offense. If it weren't for you and Vincent, if it weren't for this couple--they might have been two cold bodies long ago..."

I nodded to Kotana first, without denying this statement.

Then take a deep breath and slowly open your mouth.

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

"She has a lot of friends, friendship or love. or friendship that is about to become love."

"Miss Kotana, I have no intention of correcting it, nor have I taught you a lesson."

"It was just the moment Sam Walker stepped on the trap and was hung up, he might have given up long ago - waiting for the ranger to rescue him, waiting for the sunset, waiting for the sunrise, and waiting for the ceremony to end."

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

"If it weren't for this phone call, I wouldn't have found Jack Martin, nor Kevin Richard."

"Sam never gave up, he had too many opportunities to escape-"

"—When the ticket found him on his own initiative, he left everything to Margaret, and his soul had been left in the cottage in the wilderness of the suburbs, in his new home."

"It's not that Sam Walker is lucky enough, it's not that we found this pair of miserable mandarin ducks. It's that they found their way out."

Miss Kotana wants to say something else.

I waved my hand and stopped immediately—

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

Editor-in-chief Green and Kotana both looked relieved, as if the new era had added heavy shackles to these two paper media workers.
To be continued...