In The DC World With Marvel Chat Group Chapter 1395: The Call of the Stars (21)
Quell and Rocket Raccoon decided to go to a newspaper office not far from Central Park in New York.
Perhaps it was because they had experienced so many dangers when they were wandering that they could even hold a relatively relaxed attitude when facing such a terrible disaster. At least Kui It's so easy, it's frighteningly easy.
The reason for their operation this time was that they didn't find anything in New York's Central Park, but they found the body of a newsstand owner in a nearby newsstand, and found a newspaper reporter's body on him. business card.
The business card shows that the newspaper office is not far from here. In order to answer the question of "whether there is panic in the society", Quill and Rocket Raccoon decided to visit the newspaper office. After all, the noses of many of these small newspapers are like hyenas. If there is no chaos, there will be chaos. If there is a little chaos, why don't you report it immediately?
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After arriving at the newspaper office, the two found the file room without much effort, and then began to look through the pile of files.
But what is a little disappointing is that this seemingly not-so-famous newspaper does not spread rumors like some pheasant news channels. It seems that they are a media focusing on tourism, so they will be set up in Central New York No surprises near the park.
A lot of their reports are about travel information in the New York area. It seems that they have cooperated with many hotels. There are a lot of advertisements for travel agencies in the newspaper. information about attractions.
Quayle stared at the sample issue of one of the magazines, looked at the date on it, and said, "Is there a perpetual calendar at the door when we came in? So according to the publication date of this magazine, until 4 A month ago, this newspaper was still working normally, but the corpses on the road have been there for at least three months, and there are only ten days left before the end of the world, so they still have the time to report travel information?"
Quell was puzzled, but at this moment, Rocket Raccoon yelled, and he jumped down from the top of the filing cabinet, holding a tabloid in his hand, and handed it to Quill.
Quill browsed through the information in the tabloids, but found nothing important, and then when he looked at the date, he exclaimed: "Two months ago???"
If the end of the world broke out three months ago, how is there a well-printed, well-crafted tabloid from two months ago?
Quell covered his eyes, and tried hard to calculate with his somewhat incomprehensible brain: "We saw a corpse on the street, he may have died three months ago, and he died like that after he died. Lying here, not being moved by anyone."
"That is to say, three months ago, the situation had deteriorated to the point where corpses were thrown everywhere on the street, and the people must have known that the end was coming. What about so many corpses?"
"Knowing that the end is coming, don't you hide at home, come to work in a newspaper office, and still have the mood to print travel tabloids? During the years I have been away from the earth, have human beings developed so crazy?"
"Could it be that the people trapped in the newspaper office are cultivating their own sentiments?" Rocket Raccoon proposed a possibility, he said: "I have also met some people hiding in the doomsday shelter before, they will try their best Find some fun for yourself as much as possible, so as not to go crazy in loneliness."
"How long have they been hiding in the shelter?"
"Probably decades."
"But the apocalypse has only erupted for a few months now. How big is this person's heart? After a few months of the city being destroyed and corpses strewn across the fields, he can immediately adjust his mentality and start entertaining himself?"
Rocket Raccoon fell silent. Obviously, Quill successfully persuaded him. He felt that as long as it was an intelligent life, it would be impossible to be so heartless.
It is possible to have some fun after hiding for decades, but after only hiding for a few months, and still in an unsafe environment, I can write a long paragraph praising the beauty of the scenery Words, if he has this kind of willpower, shouldn't he survive to this day?
"It's so weird." Quill sighed, sighed, and continued: "This place is full of mysteries, but I firmly believe that there must be a key, perhaps among these documents."
After speaking, he began to rummage again. Rocket Raccoon had nothing else to do but joined him. About ten minutes later, Quill stopped, and Rocket Raccoon jumped onto his shoulder. Stare with him at a newspaper in his hand.
It's not a tabloid, but a regular newspaper. Although the newspaper of this newspaper is not serious, it obviously has more information on it, and Quill's eyes fell on the one in the center of the headboard. notice.
"White Rose Tour Group clarifies: It is a complete rumor that the youth tour group undertaken by our company last month had similar self-mutilation behaviors. The tourists accidentally slipped and rolled off the cliff in the scenic spot, causing 6 people to be injured. All of them have been sent to the hospital for treatment. Treatment, as determined by the New York State Court, our company is not responsible for ineffective guardianship, the following is the verdict..."
Quell took a look at the photos of the published verdict. The general meaning is that six passengers were injured during a certain tour group, but the reason was that they did not listen to the arrangements of the travel agency and went out climbing in the middle of the night, causing them to fall from the mountain. Roll down, the hostel is not responsible.
Quell narrowed his eyes. He instinctively felt that there was something wrong with the report, so he checked the time and found that the newspaper was printed quite early, at least half a year ago.
"Self-mutilation!" Rocket Raccoon exclaimed, "This is the key!"
Quell didn't react, but Rocket Raccoon stared into his eyes and said, "Do you know how much psychological shadow your self-harm incident of cutting off your own arm has caused me? Maybe these people are the same as you !”
Quell was stunned, and then he patted his thigh with the only remaining hand, and said, "It's possible! That is to say, the fear attack I suffered at night, someone may It has been encountered."
"They may have been attacked in this way at night during the trip, ran out uncontrollably, and then self-harmed, but science cannot explain this, so the court believes that they did not listen to the hotel's arrangements on a whim, so It is determined that the hotel is not responsible.”
Then Quill suddenly thought of something, and said: "That is to say, being attacked at night is a harbinger of disaster, the attack comes first, and then the disaster, instead of happening at the same time, and even the timing is very different. "
"Is there a causal relationship between the two? The attack caused this disaster?" Quill showed a shocked expression, and said in disbelief: "The attack at night caused monsters to hatch from human bodies. Kind of seeding process?"
Rocket Raccoon shivered, pushed Quill and said, "Stop talking, it's disgusting."
"No, there is another point. Since the attacks did not happen at the same time, the hatching of everyone may not happen at the same time, and the time difference in this is enough for the FBI or similar organizations to respond."
Quell stood up immediately, Rocket Raccoon didn't know where he was going, so he could only quickly move his short legs to chase after him.
Quayle strode out of the filing room and came to the downstairs office. As soon as he came down the stairs, Quill saw a trail of mucus sticking to the water dispenser.
Holding back his nausea, he walked over and looked up and down the water dispenser. This is an old-fashioned water dispenser. The water will flow out after pressing the button, and it doesn't need electricity, so it can still be started.
Traces of mucus spread from the drinking fountain to an office closest to the drinking fountain, Quill said in a mocking tone: "Don't tell me, the newborn monster baby is also a good kid who loves to drink water ?”
After finishing speaking, he walked into the office with his legs up, and then he saw traces of mucus, and walked all the way to the desk. On the desk was an old-fashioned computer commonly used by newspapers. There's water in it, and more importantly, that slime on the mug.
Facing the mug, Quill suddenly froze, because a terrifying thought appeared in his mind——
Monsters don't need to drink water.
But this monster wants to drink water.
Is it unaware that it doesn't need water, or that it's a monster?
Quell felt a shudder all over, and suddenly he realized that he had held the key, the key to the door beneath all this strangeness, abnormality, and tranquility.
No one realizes that the monster has appeared.
They are working and living normally, meeting basic physiological needs, following their planned life route step by step, and even writing travel tabloids in their spare time.
It's all because they don't realize that they have become a bunch of sticky tentacles, and they don't realize that others have become like this.
Quell felt dizzy, and horrible scenes kept appearing in his mind.
The clerk with half of his head gone, leaving only countless tentacles of different lengths, stared at the screen seriously and was reviewing manuscripts. A reporter with more than a dozen bearded hooked feet protruding from his abdominal cavity hurried in, holding a glass of water to drink He took a sip of water, and behind him, the lower limbs had completely disappeared, and another employee with the internal organs hanging on the tentacles came in with the water just received from the water dispenser.
This is worse than hell, Quill thought.
Because **** is abnormal. Everyone knows that the scene of **** full of flames is abnormal, but who would doubt that it is abnormal to have five fingers on one hand?
Is it normal to have five fingers? Or is it also a horrible, repulsive mass of tentacles that no one realizes because everyone else is?
Quell took a deep breath, trying to expel those terrible hallucinations from his mind. He finally understood why no one was prepared before the disaster broke out, and no one fell into panic and caused chaos after the disaster broke out.
Because in the eyes of these New Yorkers, there is no disaster. Everyone just goes to work as usual and goes home to spend time with their families.
Thinking of this, Quill suddenly thought of another thing, if there is no disaster here, everyone is like this, is it him who is abnormal?
Could he be a monster in the eyes of these monsters~IndoMTL.com~?
Then, he extended another question, so where are these monsters, or these transformed humans?
Quiel turned his head and saw the setting sun shining into the room, and the mucus-filled office actually looked a little warm, and he suddenly felt a kind of sadness.
If human beings just exist in another form, then the fluke that all those monsters have been wiped out will become another complicated feeling-should human beings that exist in another form be wiped out?
Quayle took a look at the travel tabloid he held in his hand, which showed that the beautiful wording was full of longing. It is not difficult to imagine that perhaps the reporter who wrote this report would choose to spend this holiday with his family Travel to the places he once praised.
Maybe it's a trip full of tentacles and slime, but won't they be happy about it? Will there be no more good memories?
Maybe they have already changed their way of thinking, and no longer use the thinking and emotions that humans can understand to perceive the world, but they also have a clear feeling of being alive, and another level of joy, anger, sorrow and joy.
But someone ruined it all.
Standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, Quill looks at the sunset in New York's Central Park. He really doesn't want to compare himself to a slime monster that might have existed.
But if this monster can no longer appreciate the beautiful scenery, but can only appreciate the absurd, then maybe the absurd also has absurd beauty.
Looking at the endless and magnificent sunset, the sound of "rumbling" evening drums can be heard from the huge temple that has long disappeared without a trace, and there is also a faint, guilt-ridden sound mixed in. sigh.