When Valoran meets the hero of American comics

The sense of familiarity and guidance is getting stronger and stronger, to the point where it is undisguised.

After several twists and turns, the road comes to an end.

Looking at the exit in front of him, Steve slowed down.

The thick fog blocked everything behind the exit, and the instinct that indicated that the target was ahead made Captain America, who had already realized something, walk straight into the fog.

Just like the feeling when entering the blood well, what you encounter after entering the thick fog is not the pungent haze and eye-covering thickness, but still an inverted sense of scene change.

"This"

The scene he saw after returning to consciousness left Steve stunned on the spot. He even forgot to look back to verify whether the exit he came from had turned into a stone wall again. He just froze in place with his lips trembling, and his mind was buzzing like a swarm of bees. Buzzing sound.

What the exit leads to is not a winding and changeable ant nest-like tunnel, but a palace-sized cave surrounded by solid stone walls.

In the center of the cave is a hill made of severed limbs. With a little observation, it is not difficult to find that each corpse comes from a different part of a different body.

At the top of the "hill", a baby was sitting.

He smiled very happily, with joy and curiosity about everything in the world in his ignorant eyes.

Anyone else would have rushed up to take the child away as soon as they saw this scene, but Steve made no move and just watched expressionlessly, his body trembling slightly.

Suddenly, the baby seemed to see something interesting. He reached out and picked up a well-preserved head dripping with blood, and then pulled out a blue eyeball from its eye socket with curiosity.

She casually threw the head down the hill and rolled it in the empty cave until it was covered with dust before stopping. She did not attract the slightest attention from the other party. At this time, the baby was holding its eyeballs and placing them in front of her eyes, looking at each other with a grin on its face. He was babbling in a way that no one could understand, and he was smiling pure and cheerfully.

Steve's body shook even more violently. He looked at the head that was alone and far away from the hill. The dust obscured her face, but this still did not prevent him from recognizing her.

She was a sweet-natured, loving person who worked as a nurse in the tuberculosis ward.

In that era when specific medicines had not yet appeared, doctors and nurses doing similar work were no less than driving the carriage to mass for Death. Who knows when they will be inspired by the Lord or Death.

She is one of the unfortunate ones. Her serious and responsible work and caring love turned her from a nurse to a patient.

In order not to worry her family, she was admitted to the isolation ward, but told her children that she had been transferred from her job.

The two no longer see each other and occasionally communicate by phone.

Before every call, she drank several glasses of water in one breath, said a few words and then hung up quickly to prevent her hoarse and unpleasant cough from betraying her condition.

After her condition worsened, she even had to pinch the soft flesh of her jaw and press her fists against her throat to prevent her from coughing.

In fact, she doesn't need to be so cautious, because the young man on the other end of the phone doesn't have much energy to think elsewhere. He is trying countless times in vain to become a soldier with an unpredictable future and unpredictable life and death. When he answered the phone for the first time, he was in a bad mood and seemed to be coping rather than communicating.

until she died

His father's death made him deeply hate the Germans who used poison gas, and he wanted to go to the battlefield to avenge himself.

It wasn't until he saw her smiling face that he came out of his extreme extreme and began to try to carry salvation and an end to suffering on his shoulders.

But even though he had saved a large number of innocent people and destroyed the delusions of thousands of criminals, deep down in his heart, he still occasionally envied another life with her.

The baby finally got a little tired of it, and casually threw his eyeballs down the hill as before, looking for other interesting things on the top of the hill with great interest.

"How similar"

Steve turned his head slowly like a stiff machine. The target he was pursuing was standing not far from him, feeling quite emotional about what the baby had done.

"You did these"

A sound that sounded like his vocal cords had been pulled out of his throat came out of Steve's mouth, dry, hoarse, and harsh as if out of tune.

"So be it," Jin said jokingly, "If this statement can make you feel better."

"You think this little trick will make me give in?"

"you are wrong"

"Steve was always a source of pride to her, not a shame."

"Especially in front of her, I will never show my cowardice and regret to you, an evil executioner, and let her down."

From being dull and weak to being impassioned, Steve gradually found himself. As his emotions became more exciting and his voice rose, his trembling body gradually calmed down. His stiff muscles relaxed and then tightened, gathering the strength to make the other person look good. .

"No, no, no," Jhin seemed not to notice the iron pipe that the other party was tightly holding in his hand, waving his slender fingers at him, "You misunderstood me, Steve, beauty, there is no way she can be evil."

"you this"

The word "madman" came to his lips, but he was interrupted before he could say it.

Jhin pointed at the hill with piles of corpses and the baby climbing on the top of the hill. His voice was extremely fervent: "Is it evil?"

"You call this bloody, cruel and disgusting sight beautiful"

Steve's voice was extremely angry. Even though he vaguely guessed that the baby on the top of the hill was his symbol, and the corpses that made up the hill were people he knew, he still used some bad adjectives. to describe it, because he could not bear the respectable people he knew to be used as tools to justify his evil deeds.

“Of course it’s beautiful”

Jhin's words were full of unquestionable certainty.

After finishing his conclusion, his tone returned to enthusiasm. While walking around Steve, Jhin described the beauty he saw in a nonchalant manner: "Parents, relatives, neighbors, playmates, comrades-in-arms, they sacrificed and dissected I am like a hill that satisfies, protects and supports you. Isn’t this beautiful?”

"There is not only your mother in the hills, but also many people you owe a debt to but may have long forgotten his or her name or even their appearance."

"But they never care. Every visible head has a satisfied smile. Any corpse you touch is gentle and soft. Even the blood stains on it will just spill and drip on you. In a handsome and attractive suit, Captain America”

"The name of this hill." Jin stopped, pointed behind him, and spoke in a high-spirited tone like a Danish prince who came to seek revenge: "It's called love."

"boom"

As if being hit in the head by a huge stone, Steve staggered two steps, his head pounding.

There was a moment of trance when he saw in front of him no longer hills strewn with corpses, but rather vaguely familiar pictures that he had suppressed in the depths of his memory and never dared to recall:

The woman with a thin, skeleton-like face was curled up on the hospital bed, holding the microphone tightly with one hand, and the other hand hanging feebly by the bed.

The man in military uniform died on the cold ground with a distorted expression, facing the sky. His back was almost worn away by his struggling movements before death, but even when he was on his deathbed and tortured by mustard gas, he still consciously protected him. holding a letter to his son in his breast pocket

The face covered with dust and blood stains could not be clearly seen. Only a pair of bright eyes looked at the blue figure charging ahead with a shield raised. There was no regret in his expression that he had come here with him but lost his life. It was all about getting what he wanted. satisfaction