Marvel, who rescued him? !

[Two chapters of dreams, you can skip if you don’t like~]

Borrowing a rope from Harley Quinn, Taylor was hung from the ceiling by herself at night.

Suffocation... Taylor felt suffocation first, then the pain of the rope digging into his skin.

Every nerve in Taylor was groaning. In just a few seconds, Taylor's consciousness seemed to have flown out of the body, and his body was convulsing violently.

This was followed by swelling and congestion, my head felt swollen, and my eyes felt like they were going to explode.

Then, as the weight falls, Taylor's cervical spine will be elongated...

The hands and feet no longer seem to obey the orders of the brain. Even the athletes with the best physical fitness have no way to fight this physiological reaction and can only wait for death.

A strong sense of fear struck, and Taylor once again recalled his fear of death...

After hanging for half an hour, Taylor finally realized that this was his dream.

Perhaps it was because Taylor had never hung himself before, so he knew that he would die if he hung himself, but he had no idea how long it would take for him to die. Unless he continued to hang here and wait, he should find a new method.

Option three, jump off the building!

Rather than choosing the right day, Taylor opened the curtains, pushed open the window, and jumped down without hesitation.

Falling, Taylor was falling, and the whole world began to rise. Everything around him lost its shape and became deformed in Taylor's sight. Looking up at the sky, Taylor fell toward hell.

He fell to the ground with a "chirp". The next day, Taylor, who was sitting in a wheelchair with plasters on his neck and legs, appeared in the mental health base, and Harley Quinn ran over with a smile and used two-color markers to mark the plaster. He signed his name on it.

"Okay, my plan three also failed. Do you have a knife? I want to try plan four."

Harley Quinn looked around and found that everyone was looking at them intently, so she immediately stepped forward quietly, put the nail clipper in her pocket into Taylor's hand and said:

"I kept this for digging tunnels and escaping. I only lent it to you for the sake of my friends!"

Looking at the nail clipper in his hand, Taylor was silent for a moment, and then wiped his wrist hard with it.

Of course this didn't do anything, it just gave Taylor a scratch on his wrist.

Then two medical staff who had been paying attention here for a long time rushed over quickly, like giant poodles, swooped past Harley Quinn, threw Taylor to the ground with a wheelchair, and took away the nail clippers in his hand.

The world flashed. In the ward, Dr. Bruce looked at Taylor, who was completely restrained on the bed, and comforted:

"Taylor, although everything seems hopeless now, I promise you that there is still someone in this world that you deserve to miss. Believe me, I will save you."

Taylor, who looked haggard, was lying on the hospital bed and said:

"No~ Doctor Bruce! That's not what you told me before I came here. You said you wanted me to find the fear of death and the desire for survival! There was a moment today when I really felt it."

Yes, it was the moment when he was thrown to the ground by the medical staff.

Dr. Bruce frowned, pointed at himself and doubted: "Me? Did I say that? Me? When did I say that?"

"Of course it wasn't you, it was the real Dr. Bruce who told me, now this is a dream."

Looking at Taylor who was completely locked on the bed with a restraint belt, Dr. Bruce sighed and asked:

"Okay~ Taylor, how can you prove that this is a dream?"

Taylor blinked and said: "Wade! Wade! There shouldn't be Wade in this nursing home! He is here to make a guest appearance! And a dream can't remember the beginning? Do you remember where this is? And we How did you get here?"

"Huh -" Dr. Bruce took a long breath, rubbed the bridge of his nose and said: "Wade is the director here. This is the Washington Psychiatric Medical Research Center. You are a patient who was transferred here thirty years ago. , and the way I got here today was by taking the bus.”

"(o゜▽゜)o☆[BINGO!]" Taylor snapped his fingers and said: "That's the problem, you know this, but I don't know, so I'm dreaming!"

"Okay~" Dr. Bruce began to sort out the files and said: "Taylor, there is good news for you. For your safety, you can no longer touch anything dangerous. Believe me, escaping and dying are not saving you. Living is.”

"No, no, no!" Taylor struggled to raise his head and said: "You are a fake Doctor Bruce. You are in a dream. I am not immortal in the dream. I should listen to Doctor Bruce in reality and take this opportunity. Really experience death, death is the beginning of another adventure."

Dr. Bruce shook his head and pushed the door open. Taylor vaguely heard him saying to the caregiver at the door: "Increase the dose."

The next day, Taylor was tied in a wheelchair and pushed to the dining table, and the dining table was filled with a bowl full of Skittles.

Harley Quinn smiled and took out a clown gummy and stuffed it into Taylor's mouth and asked:

"Hehehe~ So, you think this is a dream, and I am just a fictional character in your dream? My God! So how can I be sure that I am really alive?"

Taylor looked down at the coins still spinning on the dining table and said:

"Why do you think so much? Even if it's just a dream, it just needs to be interesting enough."

Deadpool smiled and picked up the Skittles, took a large spoonful and handed it to Taylor's mouth. He watched Taylor open his mouth and eat it into his stomach, rubbed Taylor's head and said:

"Poor boss, why did you suddenly go crazy? What do you want? I can help you..."

Chewing Skittles in his mouth, Taylor said vaguely: "I want gasoline and a torch to try burning."

At night, Deadpool held a bucket of gasoline in both hands and an unlit torch on his buttocks. He quietly came to Taylor's room, lit the torch with a lighter, and put his index finger in front of his mouth, "Shh-"

Looking at Deadpool flickering in the firelight, Taylor didn't want to ask how Deadpool got the gasoline and torch, but just urged:

"Quick, Wade, you are the only one who can help me now!"

"I'm happy to oblige, my boss~" Deadpool said, pouring gasoline on Taylor's head from beginning to end, then holding a torch and asking:

"Do I need to shout some slogans? For example, heterosexuals should die, or I can only exist as a handsome guy in this world? And should I be burned from head to toe, or from feet to head? That's right~"

Deadpool thought of something and took out a Bible from his arms, put it on the bedside table, patted it and said:

"This way God can see us~ Boss, get ready to say hello to God~"