In The DC World With Marvel Chat Group Chapter 1377: The Call of the Stars (3)

The process of waiting for others to write is always a bit boring, and Rocket Raccoon sitting on the windowsill has already begun to observe what the furry plants are in the vases that Schiller placed by the windowsill.

There is a bit of retro here, but not retro enough. Obviously, the owner of the room did not deliberately arrange it in a Victorian style. Plug in a candle and light it.

Just as Rocket began to pass the boring time by guessing the story of each collection, Schiller dipped his ink again, and this action brought Rocket's eyes to what was being written in the notebook.

Rocket Raccoon tilted his head, feeling a little puzzled. His language library contained countless languages ​​of interstellar civilizations, even including most languages ​​of slightly remote civilizations like Earth.

After learning the truth about his birth, he thought that this might be a means by the Kerry Empire or the Skrull Empire for him to spread the news about the madhouse in half the world.

You must know enough languages ​​before you can communicate with enough people, but unfortunately only languages ​​are not enough.

When this pessimistic mood rose, Rocket Raccoon had to force himself to decipher what Schiller was writing to distract him.

He has such an ability. In essence, he is a sophisticated machine. Thanks to the other two empires who care about the Xi'a Empire, this machine is surprisingly easy to use.

Soon, Rocket Raccoon read the rules in those words. It is Latin in essence, but uses the word order of another language, so it reads a bit fragmented, as if it deliberately hinders the reader.

Why is this? Rocket Raccoon can't deduce the purpose of Zeller's doing this. He wants the readers of this book to construct a deeper scene, but it seems to deliberately set up obstacles to prevent him from easily reading.

Human beings are really complicated creatures. Rocket Raccoon lowered his head a little, and when he understood the content of the series of words, he suddenly realized again.

"So, you're writing about your convoluted plan? That's kind of crazy, I say...but why are you writing in the victim's first person? I mean, it's going to make your mind Is it smoother?"

"No, as you said, this is actually a letter for the recipient to understand."

Rocket feels even more confused, until he sees the talking critter mentioned in Schiller's last few sentences.

He opened his eyes wide, his dark eyes swirling around, reflecting the light of the desk lamp, and then sighed: "Is this why you brought me here? You can write this letter while Let me understand what you want me to do?... You really save effort."

After writing a paragraph, Schiller put down his pen, took a towel from the side of the bookshelf, wiped the ink on his hands, smiled and said: "So now, sir, you can set out to defend your Image right."

"I wish I had." Not without irony.

"If I had something to take pictures, I would definitely take pictures of your dumbfounded photos and sell them to newspapers, and they would definitely be on the headlines of tomorrow's funny section." Rocket Raccoon sat on the tombstone and flipped over Said with a blank eye.

"You you you you you... I... I..."

Star-Lord Quill pointed at Rocket Raccoon for a while, and pointed at himself for a while. His steps were as diligent as if he was doing a tap dance on the spot.

Suddenly he came to his senses again, patted his forehead and said, "Peter, Peter, why haven't you adapted? Are there any weird races in the universe? What is a talking raccoon?"

"I've seen you." Rocket Raccoon calmed Quill with a word, and before he could start thinking, Rocket Raccoon said, "You are a member of the Shia Empire Guards, and you have just participated in the The wedding of God King Sgard, coincidentally, I just came back from there."

Quell looked Rocket Raccoon up and down, looked at him with his hands on his hips and said, "It's normal for me to attend the wedding of the God King, but what's the matter with you? What capacity did you attend? Someone's Little pet?"

Quiel stretched out two hands and made a gesture of quotation marks with two fingers, but the strange thing is that Rocket Raccoon didn't hear much contempt from his tone, but it seemed to be a joke to get closer to each other , Sure enough, he saw the young man in front of him wryly smiled and shook his head and said:

"Well, if you are a little pet, then maybe I am a knife, not very sharp, and useless, so naturally no one pays attention to it."

After speaking, Quill looked down at the tomb in front of him again. He squatted down, stretched out a hand to wipe off the dusty epitaph, and stared at the photo on the tomb.

Rocket Raccoon jumped down and stood beside Quill, looking at the name on the grave—"Meredith".

"She's my mother, obviously."

"How did she die?"

"Strange."

"Stranger than a talking raccoon?"

Quell showed a helpless smile, stretched out his hand and rubbed Rocket Raccoon's head vigorously, and then said: "Of course not, she was killed by a group of aliens, and died of ion guns, a technological weapon that humans cannot understand." , because the wound is too weird, so it can only be buried here."

"Did you avenge her?"

"Maybe."

There was always a kind of sadness in Quill's eyes, but his appearance didn't look like such a melancholy person, Rocket Raccoon thought, maybe there was a deeper dark story about his mother.

"It all started with a spaceship crashing in Colorado, like the beginning of a cliché sci-fi story, where a badly wounded alien climbed out and was rescued by an earth woman.

They lived happily together, and soon after, the woman became pregnant, but one day, because of the responsibility on his shoulders, the husband returned to his hometown, leaving only his pregnant wife living alone in Englewood.

On the day the child was born, the woman suddenly had a crazy thought that took hold of her soul. Something called out to her, and she knew she had to answer.

Therefore, the woman who had just given birth rushed out of the door holding the baby like crazy, she wanted him to see the sky, or the stars hidden behind the sky, it was they that called her.

Unsurprisingly, she saw that the originally scattered stars were woven into a straight line. She wailed wildly like never before, and almost fainted. Perhaps her mother's instinct was telling her, The stars will take her child.

This was all told to me by my mother, who repeated the story to me countless times, especially her sadness and uncontrollability.

Perhaps because of my extraterrestrial blood, I have done things that humans cannot. On the first day I was born, I had clear vision and clear memory.

What I didn't tell my mother was that on that day, amidst her cries, I saw the stars embrace me.

Among the stars behind the stars, in the depths still deeper, I saw something so terrible and so great, reaching out to me. "

"What did he see?" Stark in front of the circular Zen window looked away from the text in the notebook and asked.

But Strange was surprisingly silent. This kind of silence without thinking is rare in this increasingly mature mage, as if some rules stopped him and forced him to remain silent in order to deal with it. .

Perhaps a few seconds had passed, or perhaps tens of minutes had passed before Strange said in a strange voice like a violin that suddenly rose into tune: "Tony, has the Iron Demon God's mighty power given to you?" Your fearless courage and confidence?"

"Obviously."

"What if there is something that cannot be measured by strength?"

"Are you worried that I will be afraid?"

"Obviously."

"What's that?"

"Stars."

"I will use some more neutral words when describing the stars, instead of exhausting gorgeous words like many poets praise the sun." Schiller's voice echoed in the room, as if speaking to someone Same.

"The sun belongs to human beings. We never hesitate to praise ourselves, but the stars are not like that. He never belongs to us. He just hangs in the sky, quietly looking down at us and looking at us."

"When human beings are stepping towards the stars, what awaits us is not only the lively interstellar society, but also something greater and more terrifying in the depths."

When Schiller wiped off the ink on his hands and picked up the pen again, slightly unfamiliar cursive characters appeared on the paper, and the steady narrative tone in the notebook finally began to fluctuate.

"On the second day of my return to Earth, I received a strange letter that I hadn't received in years, but I opened it anyway and read its contents."

"It's no surprise that it was from my good friend Lisa, who works for NASA and was arguably the most important woman in my life after my mother passed away."

"But the relationship between the two of us is not love, but out of love for the same cause. It may sound a little crazy. A lunatic like me who is full of nonsense has also worked as a mechanic in a NASA aviation base. This job is thanks to Lisa.”

"I called her within the first hour of my return to Earth, and I was relieved to hear that she was still so full of energy, but the content of her letter made me a little uneasy."

"She mentioned that in the decades since my mother was killed, there have been more UFO sightings in the Southwest and throughout the United States, and similar phenomena have been reported from the East, which is not good news .”

"But a thought suddenly popped up in my mind—couldn't they wait? Because they couldn't wait, did they have to send a more specific and louder call?"

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"So, what are you going to do?" Rocket Raccoon crossed his arms, looked at Quill and asked, he shook his beard, and then said: "Seriously, I don't want to wander back to the universe, at least not one people."

"But you haven't said why you are here." Quill turned his head to look at Rocket Raccoon.

"At the banquet, I could tell that we were probably in the same boat. That day I heard you tell Heimdall, who was in charge of the Rainbow Bridge, that you wanted to come to Earth, and the psychiatrist who happened to be taking care of me temporarily was also from Earth, so I'm coming to find you."

"But you're a raccoon~IndoMTL.com~Mechanical raccoon." Rocket rolled his eyes and stretched out his little paw, Quill wasn't sure if he saw anything, so he put his face closer It got closer, and then with a "swish", the sharp mechanical claws shot out. Nearly cut Quill's nose open.

"It's amazing." Quill shook his head slowly and said, but soon, his eyes were filled with surprise light again. He turned his body around and looked into Rocket Raccoon's eyes almost lying on the ground Say: "Then would you like to help me?"

"That's why I ask you, what are you going to do next?"

"I have to go find Lisa." Quill said while scratching her hair, "She needs my help. Recently, another UFO landed in the Rocky Mountains. I'm back just in time."

"She used to help me, but since I left the earth, I have never had the opportunity to repay her. Now she is devastated by her work and is under a lot of pressure from her boss. This is clearly reflected in the letter Clearly, I have to help her."

Quell stretched out his arm towards Rocket Raccoon. Rocket Raccoon sighed, and after a moment's pause, he still grabbed Quill's arm and jumped onto his shoulder.

When the last rays of the setting sun fell below the horizon, the figure of the young man and the raccoon on his shoulders disappeared into the skyline of the road next to the cemetery.

"At that time, I still had the heart to help my friends, but what happened next was not enough to match my pure mood at that time, but greatly exceeded it, and even shattered it."

"It's not because our friendship is not strong enough, it's just something that keeps calling me in the dark, like the song of a lark high in the sky, distant, indifferent, and I don't know where to go."