New York is a Shura field [Comprehensive British and American]

Harry stared at the line of words, frowning.

The cloud of doubt that enveloped his heart had grown bigger and bigger anyway.He urgently needed to find an answer, so he closed the yellowed diary and rummaged through the dilapidated tin box, trying to find more clues of the old days.

Facts have proved that his actions were in vain.

Apart from this incomplete diary, there is nothing else about you to be found in this box.

A sudden irritability hit his mind, and before his brain could respond, his body took the lead.With a wave of his hand, he overturned the box to the ground, and let the contents inside be scattered everywhere.

Originally, some fragile items like glass paperweights should have been torn apart, but the thick carpet on the floor prevented this from happening.

Rarely has he felt so angry.He glanced at the scattered small objects with an expression of impatience, but he had no intention of picking them up, and finally sat on the edge of the bed.A new stabbing pain caught Harry's attention, and he looked down to find that the stitched wound on his arm was oozing new blood, leaving the gauze stained with blood.

Maybe it's getting involved again.he thinks.

But he knew better that it was useless to vent his anger.

The eyes that were still shining brightly on the flames a moment ago gradually dimmed. He sat quietly for a while, and continued in this state until he was interrupted by the notification tone of the mobile phone social software.

The phone was kept close to him, and he glanced at the contact names displayed on the glowing screen before picking it up.

...After all, at this time he doesn't want to deal with any A, B, C, D who are insignificant in his life.

But it showed your name on it, which surprised him a little.

[You: Thank you for sending me back today, I left too hastily at the time, so I haven't thanked you seriously yet!Thank you also for helping me out this morning, otherwise my first internship would have been yellow. 】

He naturally glanced at the sending time of the message, then thought about it seriously, and replied: [It's okay, it's easy to do. 】But this alone is definitely not enough, and at the end of the sentence, I added a sentence, 【Are you still awake so late? 】

Even Harry himself didn't realize that as long as he has something to do with you, even if he is sending text messages to each other, the corners of his mouth will secretly rise.

You, who was accompanying you in the hospital, saw the message he replied almost in seconds, and your hands trembled.

Before replying to Harry's message, you reflexively glanced at Sherlock who was lying on the hospital bed, and reconfirmed that the other party was sleeping peacefully before letting go of your mind.

The reason is simple, you don't want to be questioned by him.

I was pestered by him for quite a while just now, and finally got free.You must know that Sherlock actually wants to imprison you with hands and feet, and let you share the same bed with him.

Without a trace of suspense, of course you declined.

In your opinion, there is no justification for this matter, and there is surveillance in the ward!

Terrible, surveillance.

...It's just that what Sherlock said before was so serious that you were a little confused.

Ugh.

You moved your gaze to the phone screen again, and replied without thinking, [Yeah, things are a little too much ovo and I don't want to sleep yet.But are you already asleep?excuse me. 】

[Harry: No.Just like you. 】

You pursed your lips, thinking worriedly that he didn't look well in the restaurant before, so you still sent this message: [It seems that you were not in good condition in the restaurant before, are you sick?You'd better go to bed early, it's late. 】

You think there is nothing wrong with what you said.It was already late, it was time to go to bed.

It's just that after several minutes, Harry didn't reply to you.

At this time, the system came out again and started acting like a monster. It criticized mercilessly: [Look at you, how can you complete the task if you talk to the sky?You only have one week to attack him, you've already wasted a day. 】

"?I call it a colleague... no, I care about him with the friendship between my subordinates.Why did you chat to death? 』You retorted subconsciously, but your eyes were still glued to the screen and never moved away.

The system hits the nail on the head, 【Then see if he answers you? 】

You look at the next message that hasn't appeared in the dialog box, and you feel a little worried—maybe the system deliberately induced you to think so.

Just when you stared at the dialog box for a while, until you were about to cut out the window and stop waiting for his response, the phone vibrated again.

【Harry: I was injured in a car accident a few days ago, and got a few stitches on my arm. 】

The system had no choice but to exit in resentment.

He immediately sent another sentence, [But it's okay. 】

In your opinion, this statement is simply trying to cover up.

Stitches, the word hurts just thinking about it.

Out of a natural concern, you reply, [It must be painful... remember to change the medicine on time! 】

In the bedroom, Harry, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, finally couldn't help laughing after receiving this message from you.It's just that this smile is a little bit cold and evil, and it's not the same as before.

He was thinking about a question.

A question that cannot be avoided.

If the Yi Ri in the diary he wrote before he lost his memory is the same person as the you he sees now, then all this doesn't seem to make sense.

He couldn't help thinking about the possibility of having the same name, after all, the girl named Yiri's surname was not written in the diary.But it's a weird name that most people don't use.

While in the office during the day, he noticed that you had apparently seen his medical record about the car accident.

So...he decided to test it out briefly, telling you the fact that he was in a car accident, and looking forward to more reactions from you tomorrow.

After all, he can't jump to conclusions until the evidence is conclusive, and his retrograde amnesia has not recovered.

He typed out this line under the dim light: 【Got it, good night. 】

[You: Good night! 】

Through this simple line of words, he can imagine your smiling expression now.

You are indeed a very nice person.

There is no need to continue the conversation, he has already ended the conversation preemptively.

Because of what you said just now, he is going to try changing his medicine himself.But just to lift off a corner of the gauze covering the wound, you will feel pain.

He didn't understand why it hurt like this.Pain was never a good word, but it appeared again and again in his life, and he had to accept it if he didn't accept it. Sometimes he couldn't figure out whether it was a gift or a punishment from heaven.

If it's a gift, he won't be under the shadow of being neglected and lacking in love all his life; if it's a punishment, he won't feed on loneliness in such a cold environment and grow stronger.

Thinking about it carefully, this seems to be partly the reason why he didn't listen to the doctor.The strenuous exercise caused the wound to open, and it was clear that he was pursuing strength, but instead made his injury more and more serious.Because he was tired of the wound healing so slowly.

He has only recently begun to search for a cure for a disease inherited in his family.The genetic disease of the Osborne family destroys the body's immune system, resulting in a series of complications that kill life.

In other words, he needs to have self-healing factors in his cells in order to constantly fight against genetic diseases.

But it is a pity that the research in this area has not even made a real step.

Just after cutting out the chat window with you, the news was quickly pushed to him.

Spider-Man

After he clicked in and saw the vigilante in red and blue tights, his brows and eyes first showed an expression of impatient disgust.

In his view, being able to travel effortlessly through high-rise buildings with spider silk must have mutated the body in order to evolve such superhuman abilities.

Spiderman?

He looked away contemptuously.

He prefers to call the fool who wrapped himself in a tights Spider-Man.

But even though he sneered at this masked vigilante on the surface, he still couldn't deny that Harry sometimes envied him quite a bit.

Being a superhero doesn't have to be afraid of getting hurt.

Superheroes also have no right to get hurt.

The ability to easily fly over walls, overturn a 200-pound fat man, and order a train to change tracks is not something that ordinary people can obtain, so it is very remarkable to some extent.

The ability to heal quickly from a severe injury - something Harry really craved.If he could have a little bit of Spider-Man's mutation ability, he might not be threatened with death from genetic diseases.

The world is often unfair.

In his subconscious mind, fairness is a ridiculous word.While the rich and powerful or those with extraordinary powers are discussing how to obtain more benefits, even at the cost of sacrificing the lives of others, those ordinary people—the penniless, the helpless, are still suffering. Begging for God's mercy.

He thought it was time to put the research on the self-healing factor on the agenda.

The people around him were so anxious that they couldn't wait for his death, they were frantically thinking about how to tear him down from the chairmanship of Osborne Enterprises.

He will never allow this to happen.What belongs to him, and what he wants, he will never let go.

He lowered his eyelashes again and glanced at the gauze that he hadn't removed yet. Because of the pain just now, he gave up this plan.

Instead, he walked to the window, and while he was still conscious, he smashed a corner of the window with a blunt object he found randomly, and a piece of glass shattered.

Without the block of this piece of glass, some of the cold wind from outside seeped in, but the coldness made him wake up.

He poked his hand through the corner of the broken glass.In an instant, glass shards scratched his skin, a tingling pain appeared, and moist blood flowed down, as he wished.

Anyway, he didn't care about one more scar.

It's raining again outside.

The author has something to say: it is a chapter of the plot (?).

感谢在2020-02-0823:57:49~2020-02-0923:45:57期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who cast mines: I will always like Badger Badger 1;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!