The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 1388 The Call of the Stars (21)

Quill and Rocket Raccoon decided to go to a newspaper office not far from New York's Central Park. This was a completely intuitive action without careful consideration. In fact, neither one nor the bear seemed to have thought about this function.

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 Quill was quite relaxed. Yes, easily scary.

The reason for their operation this time was that they didn't find anything in Central Park, New York, but they found the body of a newsstand owner in a nearby newsstand, and found a newspaper reporter's business card on him.

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 small newspaper offices are like hyenas, and there is no confusion. They all want to create chaos. If there is a little chaos, why don't you report it immediately?
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 focused on tourism, so they will be set up near Central Park in New York. Not surprisingly.

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. One person and one bear searched for a long time, but they only found all kinds of useless attractions. information.

Quayle stared at the sample issue of one of the magazines, looked at the date, and said, "Is there a perpetual calendar on the door when we came in? So judging by the date of publication of this magazine, until 4 months ago , This newspaper is still working normally, but the corpses on the road have been at least three months old, and there are only ten days left before the end of the world, so they still have the time to report travel information?"

Quill 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.

Quayle glanced at the information in the tabloids, found nothing important, and 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?

Quill 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 was lying here just like that after death , has not been moved by anyone."

"In other words, 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. After all, who could not see so many corpses on the street? Woolen cloth?"

"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 are cultivating their own sentiments?" Rocket Raccoon proposed a possibility, he said: "I have also met some people hiding in the doomsday shelters before, and they will give as much as possible Find some fun on your own to keep from going mad in loneliness."

"Then how long have they been hiding in the shelter?"

"Probably decades."

"But the apocalypse has only erupted for a few months now. How big does this person have to be, to adjust his mentality immediately and start entertaining himself after the city has been destroyed and corpses littered the fields for a few months?"

Rocket Raccoon fell silent. Obviously, Quill succeeded in persuading 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 in an unsafe environment, he was able to write a large paragraph of beautiful words praising the scenery. If there is such willpower, shouldn't it 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."

With that, he started rummaging again. Rocket Raccoon had nothing else to do but join him. After about 10 minutes, Quill's movements stopped and Rocket Raccoon jumped on his shoulder and joined him. Staring at a newspaper in his hand.

It was not a tabloid, but a regular newspaper. Although the newspaper of this newspaper was not serious, it obviously contained more information, and Quill's eyes fell on a notice in the center of the headboard.

"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. The New York State Court determined that our company is not liable for ineffective guardianship, and the following is the verdict..."

Quill took a look at the photos of the published verdict. The general idea is that six passengers were injured during a certain tour group, but the reason was that they didn’t listen to the travel agency’s arrangement and went climbing in the middle of the night and rolled down the mountain. , the hostel is not responsible.

Quill narrowed his eyes, he instinctively felt that there was something wrong with this report, so he checked the time and found that this newspaper was printed quite early, at least half a year ago.

"Self-mutilation!" Rocket Raccoon exclaimed, "That's the point!"

Quill didn't react, but Rocket Raccoon had already stared into his eyes and said, "Do you know how much psychological shadow your self-mutilation incident of cutting off your own arm has caused me? Maybe these people are the same as you!"

Quill 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 may have been encountered by someone more than half a year ago." .”

"They may have been attacked at night during the trip, ran out uncontrollably, and then self-harmed, and science cannot explain this, so the court believed that they were on a whim and did not listen to the hotel's arrangements, so it was determined that the hotel was innocent. responsibility."

Then Quill suddenly thought of something, and said: "That is to say, being attacked at night is a harbinger of disaster. There is an attack first, and then there is a 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 the human body. This is some kind of seeding process." ?"

Rocket Raccoon shivered, pushed Quill and said, "Shut up, it's disgusting."

"No, there is another point. Since the attacks did not happen at the same time, everyone's hatching may not have happened at the same time, and the time difference in this is enough for the FBI or similar organizations to respond."

Quill stood up immediately, Rocket Raccoon didn't know where he was going, so he could only move his short legs to chase after him.

Quill strode out of the file room and came to the downstairs office. As soon as he came down the stairs, Quill saw a trail of mucus sticking to the drinking fountain.

He held back his nausea and walked over, looked up and down the water dispenser, this is an old-fashioned water dispenser, the water will flow out after pressing the button, it does not need electricity, so it can still be started.

The traces of mucus spread from the drinking fountain to the 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 saw the traces of mucus, and walked all the way to the desk. On the desk was an old-fashioned computer commonly used by newspapers. There was a mug next to the keyboard, and there was water in the mug. , and what's more, there's that slime on the mug too.

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.

Does it not realize that it doesn't need water, or does it not realize that it is a monster?

Quill felt shuddering, and suddenly he realized that he had held the key, the key to the door beneath all this strangeness, abnormality, and tranquility.

No one realized the monster had appeared.

In their normal work and life, they meet their basic physiological needs, follow their planned life route step by step, and even write travel tabloids in their spare time.

It's all because they don't realize that they've become a sticky mess of tentacles, and they don't realize that anyone else has, either.

Quill felt dizzy, and horrible scenes kept appearing in his mind.

Half of the head disappeared, leaving only countless tentacles of different lengths. The clerk stared at the screen seriously and was reviewing the manuscript. A reporter with more than a dozen bearded hooked feet protruding from his abdominal cavity hurried in and took a sip of water from his water glass. , and behind him, the lower limbs have completely disappeared, and another employee with the internal organs hanging on the tentacles came in carrying the water just received from the water dispenser.

This is worse than hell, Quill thought.

Because hell is abnormal, everyone knows that the scene of hell 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?

Quill 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.

And thinking of this, Quill suddenly thought of another thing, if there is no disaster here, everyone is like this, then is it him who is abnormal?

Could it be that he is also a monster in the eyes of these monsters?

Then, he raised another question, so where did these monsters, or these deformed humans, go?

Quill turned his head and saw that the setting sun shone into the room, and the mucus-filled office actually looked a little warm, and he suddenly felt a kind of grief.

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?
Quill glanced 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 go to the Extolled tourist attractions.

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 looking out at the sunset in New York's Central Park, Quill 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 grand sunset, the "rumbling" sound of evening drums came from the huge temple that had disappeared without a trace, and there was also a faint, guilt-ridden sigh mixed with it.

　I spend about two months every year thinking about whether human beings are growing up normally

　
(End of this chapter)