In The DC World With Marvel Chat Group Chapter 1387: The Call of the Stars (13)

"When I ran out of the underground subway tunnel, the sunset on the ground looked brilliant and gorgeous, and the dilapidated city was like a huge black whirlpool, and terrible monsters occupied it.

I knew I had to fight them to survive, but after just two hours, I knew my enemies were not these monsters.

In order to get rid of the mucus sticking to my body in the subway car, I had to peel off part of the skin on my arm. We must quickly find a place to treat the wound.

I don't expect to find any professional medical equipment, at least clean water, and preferably some cloth that can be used for bandaging, and food and sleep are things I can only consider after I get rid of this **** pain .

I don’t know if it’s my illusion, this kind of pain makes half of my body start to feel a little paralyzed, I have suffered many injuries in the past, but none of the wounds are as painful as the one on my arm at this moment My muscles are paralyzed and my head is dizzy.

Unsurprisingly, I got separated from my companions, but what is gratifying is that the chattering little animal is still by my side, which greatly relieved my spirit Pressure, it is always a good thing to have a member of the team who is in good spirits.

I think I might be on a street in New York, but it's really hard to tell because I've been away from Earth for so long.

Soon, I found myself lucky that there was a hospital on the same street as the subway station, and thankfully, there were no more scary monsters along the way.

Although I still see sparse black shadows in the distant clouds and mists, they don't seem to be interested in me, a weak creature, and this also makes me have another kind of doubt, if in this universe, the doomsday It has really come, so can the entire human civilization be destroyed with such a small number of monsters?

But I don't have time to discuss such a grand issue right now, I just want to rush to the hospital as soon as possible.

The good news is that before the sun sank into the horizon, I came to this abandoned hospital and found a series of iodine, hydrogen peroxide, bandages, cotton swabs, etc. in the disposal room on the second floor. medical supplies on.

This hospital is not big, it looks old, there are old-fashioned radiators installed in the corridor, and the grilles of the shutters are messy falling down, but there is no disgusting slime here, and I found a relative on the third floor A cleaner ward, maybe I can sleep here tonight.

I started to bandage myself with those medical supplies. The little animals with sharp teeth and claws helped me a lot. When the tightness of the bandage came from my arm, I rarely felt a little safe.

Great, I think, when things are expensive and scarce, and people are in a difficult situation, just finding what you want can bring more comfort than I imagined.

And when I finished everything and came to the ward, through the gap in the curtains, I bid farewell to the last ray of sunset today, and leaned on the hospital bed waiting for the darkness to fall. I really needed to have a good sleep.

After nightfall, I felt a kind of sleepiness. I am a person who can tolerate irregular work and rest, but today I was sleepy very early. Fortunately, I was not hungry. I tightened the quilt on my body and lay down. down.

When I was lying on the bed, the drowsiness surged up one after another, but then subsided again and again. I knew I needed sleep, but I couldn't fall asleep anyway. I turned over instinctively, but my arm was touched The wound on my face was so painful that I almost jumped up.

After tossing for a long time, I finally felt a little dazed, but at this moment, the tense feeling on the arm that gave me a sense of security became weaker and weaker. I thought it was because the bandage was loose, which made me I was very uncomfortable, so I raised my arm to check the condition of the wound.

Unfortunately, the blood oozes out again, I want to get up and bandage again, but the drowsiness is like a pair of big hands pressing me tightly on the hospital bed, my body is numb, dizzy, and a hazy illusion Let me convince myself that I'm not that delicate either, get some sleep and everything will be fine.

But the sweat produced during running soaked through the clothes and stuck the not-so-comfortable fabric to my skin. Every hair could feel the heat and humidity, and there was a regular "da da" coming from the window Sound, I thought, it might be raining.

[The novel app that has been running stably for many years is comparable to the old version of the book chasing artifact, and the source-changing app that old bookworms are using,]

A rain at the end of summer dragged me into endless dreams, the monstera leaves washed by the rain, the water seeping into the soil, the damp dark gray brick wall and the pair of big shoes my father often wore When the ill-fitting rain boots stepped on the threshold, there was a "squeak" sound.

I dream about my childhood in Englewood.

After my mother passed away, I went through multiple adoptive families, and was finally abandoned in this orphanage in a small town in New Jersey. In my memory, all the time spent here are gray , like a photo that has been faded by the sun and placed casually on the table.

After I moved my mother's grave here, I always visited her after the first thunderstorm in late summer.

The hot and humid feeling got worse. I shouldn't have walked into the cemetery park wearing such a thick coat. I was sweating all over my body, and it might be rain, but I endured the unbearable humidity and heat, Came to the mother's grave.

When I saw the photo, I found that I missed her more than I imagined, but for some reason, her photo was covered with a thin layer of mist. I stretched out a hand, wanting to Wipe the dust off the photo.

But when I stretched out my hand, I felt my arm was heavy. I turned my head and found that the sleeve of the jacket was caught by the branches of the bushes, so I stretched out my hand and started to deal with the difficult bush.

Suddenly, out of the corner of my eye, the fog covering the photo dissipated, and my mother's eyes became two hollows. I was so scared that I withdrew my hand and fell to the ground, but I felt a pain in my arm. .

When I woke up again, I found myself lying on a hospital bed, and the even snoring of small animals next to me reminded me that this is reality, and the bandage on my injured arm was completely untied.

When the skin is peeled off, the processed subcutaneous tissue presents a brown-black color, and the blood squeezed out by countless broken blood vessels is sticky and entangled. When I saw it for the first time, I felt a A heartfelt disgust.

I took a few deep breaths, and unwrapped another roll of bandages to re-wrap, and when I finished everything and fell asleep again, a terrible itching spread along my arms to half of my body.

Itch, itch, itch...

I can't take it anymore, my thoughts start to become chaotic, even frantic, a terrible anger haunts me - why the **** are you itching? Did I not deal with it in time? Why do you have to trouble me at this moment? Am I not miserable enough? !

During the half-dream and half-waking period, my consciousness was frantically tearing apart everything. I was woken up by the screams of small animals. When I woke up again, there were bandages stained with blood and muscle tissue fragments.

And when I saw my arm, I started throwing up like crazy.

The current appearance of the wound is disgusting. The blood on my other hand shows that I not only untied the bandage just now, but also scratched it frantically, so that the liquid medicine I applied before has dried up. And the uncoagulated blood, the meat moss produced by scratching formed a ball.

I don't feel pain, just nausea.

I felt like I was pinned to the chest, fixed on the ground and unable to move, with iron sheets and dark rust on the ceiling of the subway above my head.

And when I turned my head, I found that the mucus that held me was secreted from the wound on my arm, and the worms that almost fell into my mouth were also secreted from my stomach pouch. Vomited out.

Something is about to come out of there.

When this terrible thought appeared, I felt more pain all over my body, as if a sharp hooked foot pierced my skin, and I became a chrysalis being broken through, a corpse torn out of the hollow piece.

I am no longer immune to fear.

Compared to fear, what is clearer is a kind of arrogance unique to human beings.

There is nothing in this world that is more noble than a human being. This horrible idea of ​​arrogance swelled in my heart and made me realize that what is more terrible than death is becoming a monster.

If I don't want to become a protoss, what can make me degenerate and become an ugly bug?

If anyone asked me to do this, I would tell him to **** off immediately.

The most praiseworthy thing about human beings is wisdom. If anyone wants to let madness replace wisdom, then I would rather abandon this already weak body in exchange for spiritual greatness—greatness forever.

I completely smashed the elbow joint with concrete scraps, severed all fascia and muscle with a dagger, and I amputated my own lower arm.

The night passed and the day dawned.

Fuck off those cowards. "

The squiggly English under the tip of the quill pen fell to the last arc, and Schiller, who had written a long string of words in one breath, put down the pen and rubbed his sore wrist.

He looked up at the time, and three minutes before the appointed time, there was a knock on the downstairs door.

Schiller stood up, walked down the stairs and opened the door of the small clinic, and there was Matt carrying a food box outside the door.

Matt raised the Japanese-style food box with a cherry blossom pattern in his hand, shook the wine in his hand, and said: "Last time I saw that you still like raw fish, fresh Don’t you want some tangerine bream and Livzon ice wine?”

"It seems that you are determined to bribe me." Schiller opened the door of the clinic, and turned sideways to make way for the blind lawyer to come in.

The two walked to the sofa on the first floor and sat down. Matt opened the food box, and Schiller looked at the bottle of beer~IndoMTL.com~ Matt said while setting the plate: "Last time I saw that you I'm not very interested in sake, I think I like sweeter wine."

"You're right, I'm a Porter, and only picky old-timers like sherry."

Schiller went to the kitchen to get two wine glasses, and poured a glass of wine for himself and Matt. Matt picked up the fast food, but before he picked up the food, his hand withdrew hesitantly .

"It can be seen that you are worried, so just ask if you have anything."

Matt pursed his lips and said, "I'm worried about those kids, especially Spider-Man, whether he's Peter Parker or someone else."

"Spider-Man's bosom mother, huh?"

Matt smiled embarrassedly, Schiller handed him the glass, and said: "Not only one Spiderman described Nick and you as parents, compared to Nick's high demands on them, all Spider-Man loves to come and tell Daredevil about their growing pains.”

"Don't say that, they'd love to talk to you too."

"But I didn't fulfill my responsibility as a teacher." Schiller slightly tilted his head and said, "At least not before."

"But..." Matt paused, showing a embarrassed expression, and then looked at Schiller with those godless eyes and said, "But even if you want to perform this duty, you don't have to..."

Schiller looks back at Matt and says.

"Since the laziness and lack of improvement of the young heroes are responsible for my negligent guidance, then I should try to make up for it, shouldn't I?"

"They are still growing..."

"Is it the kind of progress to deal with the protests in a New York district that has not moved for two months?"