The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 1380 The Call of the Stars ([-])

"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 vortex, 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. The wound is very painful, but what is more fatal is that the sanitary conditions here are likely to cause wound infection. I have to hurry 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 for dressing, and food and sleep are things I can only think about after I get rid of this damn pain.

I don’t know if it’s my illusion, this pain paralyzes half of my body. I have suffered many injuries in the past, but none of them paralyzed my muscles like the one on my arm at this moment. , head dizzy.

Unsurprisingly, I got separated from my partners, but what is gratifying is that the talking animal is still by my side, which greatly relieved my mental pressure. It is always a good thing to have a member in good spirits.

I think I might be on a street in New York, but it's 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, 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 end really comes So, can the entire human civilization be destroyed with just such a small number of monsters?
But now I have no time to discuss such a grand issue, 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 medical treatments that I might need, such as povidone iodine, hydrogen peroxide, bandages, cotton swabs, etc. in the disposal room on the second floor. supplies.

This hospital is not big, it looks old, old-fashioned radiators are 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 relatively clean one on the third floor Ward, maybe I can sleep here tonight.

I started to bandage myself with those medical supplies, the critters with sharp teeth and claws helped me a lot, and when the tightness of the bandage came from my arm, I felt a rare sense of security.

Great, I think, when things are extremely 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 a good night's sleep.

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

When I was lying on the bed, the drowsiness surged up one after another, but subsided again and again. I knew I needed sleep, but I couldn’t fall asleep anyway. I turned over instinctively, but touched the wound on my arm , I almost jumped up in pain.

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

Unfortunately, the blood seeped out again. I wanted to get up and bandage again, but I felt sleepy like a pair of big hands pressing me firmly on the hospital bed. My body was paralyzed, my head was dizzy, and I was persuaded I am not so delicate, sleep, everything will be fine.

But the sweat generated 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" sound outside the window. Think, maybe it's raining.

A late-summer rain dragged me into an endless dream, the monstera leaves washed by the rain, the water seeping into the soil, the damp dark gray brick walls and the big ill-fitting feet my father used to wear When the 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 A photo that was 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 became heavier. I shouldn’t have walked into the cemetery park in such a thick coat. I was covered in sweat, and it might have been rain, but I endured the unbearable humidity and heat and came to my mother’s house. before the 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 and wanted to put it on the photo wipe off the dust.

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

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. The even snoring of small animals next to me reminded me that this was reality, and the bandage on my injured arm was completely undone.

After the skin is peeled off, the processed subcutaneous tissue presents a brown-black color, and the blood extruded from countless broken blood vessels is sticky and tangled together. When I saw it for the first time, I felt a kind of spontaneous Nausea inside.

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 and half of my body.

Itch, itch, itch...

I couldn't take it anymore, my thoughts started to become chaotic, even frantic, and a terrible anger haunted me - why the hell 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? !
Between half-dream and half-awake, 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. The congealed blood and the minced flesh from scratching made a paste.

I don't feel pain, just nausea.

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

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 vomited from my stomach pouch .

Something is coming out of there.

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

I can no longer resist the invasion of fear.

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

Nothing in this world can be more noble than a human being, and this horrible idea of ​​arrogance swelled in my heart and made me realize that there is nothing more terrible than death, and it is becoming a monster.

Even 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 fuck off immediately.

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

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

The night passed and the day dawned.

Those cowards are gone. "

The squiggly English under the tip of the quill pen fell into a final 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 3 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 it was Matt carrying a food box who appeared 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 sashimi, fresh satsuma bream and sea bream. Livzon ice wine, don’t you want some?”

"It seems that you have made up your mind 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 went to the sofa on the first floor and sat down. Matt opened the food box, and Schiller looked at the bottle of beer. Matt said while setting the plate: "I saw last time that you are not very interested in sake. Presumably I like sweeter wine."

"You're right. I'm a Porter. Only picky oldies 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 chopsticks, but before he picked up the food, he withdrew his hand 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 about Spider-Man, whether it's Peter Parker or whoever."

"Best mom to Spider-Man, huh?"

Matt laughed sheepishly, and Schiller handed him the wine glass, and said, "Not only one Spider-Man described Nick and you as parents, but all Spider-Man's are better than Nick's high demands on them." Love coming to tell Daredevil about their growing pains."

"Don't say that, they are also happy to talk to you."

"But I haven't fulfilled my responsibilities as a teacher." Schiller tilted his head slightly and said, "At least not before."

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

Schiller looked back at Matt and said.

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

"In fact, they still have progress..."

"Is it an improvement to deal with the protests in a New York borough that haven't moved for two months?"

(End of this chapter)