American Comics: Opening Guidance Batman

The atmosphere of silence surrounds the room, and the water pattern on the teacup reflects Victor's heavy breathing. Cobot just mechanically holds the cup and pours water into his mouth, regardless of whether the water just boiled is hot or not.

"When she's a mental patient, she can hurt you recklessly because she doesn't know who you are or who she is."

"But when she became a mother again, no mother could accept what she did..."

"Perhaps, she always wanted me to leave." Cobot's tone became a little numb: "When she was sick, she threw at me everything she could afford, and told me to get out..."

"But I can't leave, I can't leave her." Cooper's voice began to tremble again: "No matter what, I can't leave her, she's my mother."

Victor closed his eyes, the sound of heavy breathing came from his nose and mouth, and Schiller also sighed softly and said, "I suggested to you when I prescribed medicine for you before, let you Moving to a new apartment to live in a new environment will help patients start a new phase of treatment and recovery.”

Corbett shook his head, tears glistening finely in the dim light with his movements, and he said, "She doesn't want to go."

"why?"

Cobot's hand was holding the water glass tightly, the veins protruding from the back of his hand.

"Because of my father."

"According to my mother, it was on this street that she and my father met, and my father brought her back here to meet his family, who ate dinner, drank mulled wine, chatted by the fireplace..."

"My uncle sang and the rest laughed and made them dance..."

Accompanied by a slightly hoarse voice, the fire of the fireplace rose, and the figures crowded around the sofa lively. Some people brought wine, some people brought fruit plates, and when a folk tune was sung, everyone clapped their hands.

A pair of young men and women walked to the center of the room, they danced, their clothes were flying, and when the song ended, they held hands, accepted the praise and blessings of their family members, and then walked into the church holding hands.

Until one of the hands touched the name on the tombstone, in the cold rainy night, only a mad woman was left spinning in this dark and rotten old house, and only the sound of rain sang for her.

"After my father died, my mother blamed it on the fact that he didn't bring an umbrella on that rainy night, so she used to dig through everything at home trying to find an umbrella."

"But if I did give her the umbrella, she would scream and curse and break the umbrella with a chair, she said there was a curse on it, she said we were all cursed..."

"I can't remember how long it's been like this..."

"In the beginning, she would drag me through the night to tell their past stories, and later, she would stay in the corner of the living room silently every night, going to the place where she had found everything countless times. cabinet…"

"Whenever I tried to stop her, she started attacking me, and in the end, as soon as I got back to this house, she told me to get out..."

"I was so happy when she started to wake up, I thought these days were coming to an end, but I didn't expect..."

Cobot covered his face with his hands, his shoulders kept twitching, the choked sobbing that could no longer make a sound, it sounded more like the cry of an owl, and in such a heavy atmosphere, it was funny to think laugh.

And just like that, it was dawn, the sharper phone rang, and Schiller picked up the phone and said, "Really? She's awake?...Okay, we'll go right over..."

When I walked out of Cobot's old house, it was just as the sun was rising from the horizon. It rained overnight and filled the air with rich moisture. It was blown even cooler by the early morning wind. When I inhaled it into my lungs, it was as if Swallowed many ice cubes.

The car drove to the hospital, and when the three got out of the car, Gordon had come out and said helplessly, "Come in, she's making a lot of trouble."

After going upstairs, before entering the ward, I saw a nurse standing outside the door of the ward, holding an infusion bottle in one hand, a tube and needle for infusion in the other hand, the needle was full of blood, and the other was a little older. The nurse was about to walk in when Victor grabbed them and asked, "What's the matter?"

The young nurse sighed and said, "As soon as this lady woke up, she pulled out all the infusion needles stuck in her hands, and there was a lot of blood. She even smashed people with a bottle hanger, and we didn't dare. Lean over."

The old nurse looked inside and said, "We have to subdue her quickly. Her hands are still bleeding, and it will be even more difficult to handle when the wound collapses."

At this time, there was a sound of footsteps at the entrance of the stairs next to it. Brand walked over with a group of nurses. He waved his hand and said, "Go to peace."

The old Mrs. Cobot in the room was like a madman, and no matter who approached, she roared and wanted to attack.

But fortunately, she was an old woman after all. She bled a lot and didn't have much strength. She was quickly subdued. As soon as the tranquilizer was on, she calmed down, and then lay on the bed with dull eyes. Looking at the ceiling.

Cobert walked first, Victor and Schiller followed, Cobert walked to his mother's bed, the old Mrs Cobot rolled her eyes and looked at her son, Cobert saw There was guilt and pleading on his mother's aging face.

"Why stop me... Or..." A dry voice came from her throat, and Cobot couldn't answer with a trembling Adam's apple.

"I don't want to be here anymore...I can't do that anymore, don't stop me..." Old Mrs. Cobot began to tremble, but she couldn't move, she could only freeze in place.

Schiller suddenly pushed Cobot and whispered, "Show your mother your arm."

Cobert turned his head for unknown reasons, and Victor also looked at Schiller, but under Schiller's gaze, Cobert stretched out his arms and rolled up his sleeves.

His arms were thin, with rough skin and an abnormally pale complexion, but there were no wounds on them.

Schiller stood by the bed and said to old Mrs Cobot: "Ma'am, you have catatonic schizophrenia and you fantasize about attacking your son when he was sick, but we took medicine and you are awake now. already."

Old Mrs. Cobot stayed, grabbing her son's wrist with eagle-like claws, then turned over hard, and rubbed Cobot's arm with her other hand.

It is really smooth there, and there is not even any scar left. The Lizard Serum Healing Potion made by Connors is not a simple treatment for trauma, and even the scar left by the wound can completely heal itself.

Cobot felt his mother's arms start shaking, and then he heard her whimpering, not knowing if it was guilt or happiness.

"Mom doesn't want to do that, I don't want to do that..."

"You didn't do that." Schiller's tone was as sure as if he wasn't lying at all. Even Victor rubbed his eyes, wondering if he had seen the wounded Cobot before, was it? an illusion.

"Yes..." Cobblet grabbed her mother's hand and said, "That's all fantasy, because you don't take your medicine on time, Mom, as long as you're in the hospital and taking your medicine, it won't happen. occur…"

Old Mrs. Cobot was out of breath, and Brand outside the door sighed and said, "You better get out of here first, the patient needs to rest."

Old Mrs. Cobot grabbed her son's hand tightly, Cobot couldn't go, only Schiller and Victor came to the door of the ward.

The early morning sun shines through the window, the door frame becomes a picture frame, and Schiller and Victor stand against a golden backdrop.

Victor touched his lips with his fingers, and when Schiller saw his fingertips tremble, and when the emotions he had accumulated overnight burst out, the normally gentle and steady professor looked like he was about to collapse.

His eyes even started to get out of focus, as if many terrifying visions were haunting him.

"If Nora dies..." Victor's voice sounded like a bow with a broken string, he looked at Schiller with a cry for help and said, "...Will I be crazy like this too? ?"

Schiller couldn't tell that answer, because he was now dealing with a real person, his patient, not a character in a comic or a movie.

Familiarity with the plot and prophetic prophecies fall here, which will not bring a sense of superiority that the traversers should have enjoyed, but only bring heavier sorrow.

In this world, each individual has his own tragedy, and no single answer can be the only solution to the tragedy, so there is no savior.

In the city of Gotham, some people play tragedy, some people play comedy, some people laugh for tragedy, some people cry for comedy, some people laugh and cry, some people cry and laugh.

No one can make everyone cry, no one can make everyone laugh, and neither can travellers and prophets.

This is Gotham, a city that cannot be saved.

The golden background in the frame was about to overflow. Suddenly, Victor shivered and turned around. He hurriedly walked back to the ward, stared straight at Cobot and said, "Come with me, Cobot...Come with me! "

Cobot was pulled by him, stood up from the hospital bed, and walked out of the hospital. The morning light engulfed their figures, and at some point, Schiller, who was standing by the door, also disappeared.

Victor, who re-entered the laboratory, quickly took off his wet jacket, and then threw it aside.

He stroked Cobot's back, pushed him in, and walked to the test bench, where he turned to Cobot.

Victor seemed to have lost his usual elegance and gentleness, and his face looked a little nervous and a little crazy under the cool light of the laboratory.

"Cobot..."

Victor looked into Cobot's eyes, which contained warmth and hope that Cobot couldn't understand, and paranoia that ordinary people couldn't understand.

It's not like a teacher looking at students, more like a father looking at his son, or more like a person who has been rescued from a tragedy looking at another tragedy, a traveler looking at another on the boundless snow field. a traveler.

At this time, Cobot heard Victor ask him:

"Cobot...do you know how water turns into ice?"

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