[comprehensive] refuse to forgive color

Chapter12

Diggle's expression was obviously a bit defensive: "They said you never ask about this?"

"As a doctor, I never pry into patients' secrets, but..." The person opposite raised her hand, and slowly removed the mask that covered most of her face, and then revealed a picture that they had all seen, Even a fairly familiar face comes.

She stroked her curly brown hair, and looked up: "I think as a sister and daughter, I should ask now——Why did my brother threaten our mother with a bow and arrow in the middle of the night? ?”

"Thea?" Diggle and Felicity gasped almost at the same time. The blonde girl even pointed at her and looked back and forth several times before turning her head to see that she was still lying on the operating table. Oliver on the screen is almost incoherent: "My brother is a vigilante, my sister is a doctor for superheroes, and you still hide your identities from each other? My God, this is really crazy..."

After all, Diggle was a special soldier. After the initial surprise passed, he quickly came to his senses and realized that the girl on the opposite side had returned to his usual soft voice—the slightly deep voice before, obviously It is the result of deliberate suppression.

He hesitated for a while, looked at Oliver who was still in a coma, and then at the young girl who looked calm but inexplicably unquestionable, and finally chose to tell the truth: "We found out...your mother, Might know something about Walter's disappearance. Your mother shot him."

His wording was rather tactful.

Thea was silent for a while, did not respond to this topic, but pointed to the operating table: "You take Ollie home, he should be awake by the time you get home. The police should escort mom home after taking the notes, and let Ollie Li Dang rushed home after seeing the news—for such a big incident, no matter how bastard he is, he must at least show up. He is fine, and there are no signs of new injuries on his body, so the police will not suspect it. "

Diggle nodded, and couldn't help asking her again: "Then you..."

"Oli will definitely ask, and you can tell him everything you know." Thea understood what he meant and nodded, "I will rush back to Star City tomorrow morning after such a big incident, this time, no matter what we We really need to talk about it.”

She emphasized twice in a row that "such a big thing happened", obviously she was not as calm and indifferent as she seemed.

The tall and reliable Mr. Bodyguard nodded, and simply picked up his employer and prepared to leave.When he turned around, he heard the girl behind him calling him again.

"Diggle, Felicity," Thea's voice was very soft, but because the night was so quiet, the content was still clearly audible, "keep checking. And..."

She paused, and took a deep breath: "You can check Malcolm at the same time, there must be some secret between them."

Diggle froze for a moment, then turned around in surprise—the girl had already turned her back to them, waved her hand as a farewell to them, and obviously didn't want to explain anything more.

……

Unsurprisingly, the attack on Moira made headlines the next day—making Thea's trip home from the lab go smoothly.

When they returned to Quinn's house, the mother and elder brother seemed to have just finished breakfast.Moira looked like she was still in shock, and Thea gave her a hug, somewhat unaccustomed to it.In fact, she originally wanted to comfort her mother, but she opened her mouth but didn't know what to say, so she could only pat her on the shoulder lightly.

When she withdrew her hand, she met her brother's gaze.

Oliver sat on the sofa with a dark face. He looked at her for a while without saying a word, then stood up and turned to look at his mother: "Mom, Thea must be very tired after coming back early in the morning. I miss her." Need to rest for a while."

"You're right, Ollie." Moira nodded and kissed her daughter's forehead, "Go back to your room and rest for a while, don't worry, I'm fine."

Thea was almost carried upstairs by the tall young man. As soon as she returned to her room, she heard her brother close the door, and at the same time there was a soft "click" when the door was locked. .

Thea sat on the bed, looking up at him.

"You've got to close that damn clinic right now," was the first thing Oliver said to her today, "right now, right now!"

Thea blinked.

"Ollie, Thea?" Moira's voice came from outside the door, "What's wrong?"

"It's all right, Mom," Oliver softened his voice a little. "Thea and I have something to talk about."

"Ollie, don't take too long, let your sister have a good rest." By the time Moira spoke the second half of the sentence, her voice had become farther and farther away, and she seemed to have returned to her room.

Oliver agreed, and quickly turned back to look at his sister.

Thea finally responded.

"First of all, I'm glad you still care about me," she said, "and didn't alienate me because I'm a mutant."

Oliver bent down and put his hand on her shoulder: "Anyway, you are my sister. I love you, Thea."

Thea nodded: "Well, this is indeed the only thing about you that comforts me."

The veins on the elder brother's forehead were almost bursting: "Thea, are you crazy? Dealing with superheroes every day, do you know how dangerous it is?"

After Oliver finished speaking, he found that his sister was looking at him with an... indescribable gaze.If I had to say it, it was a bit like... the look when I heard some joke.

"Oli, I thought you were the least qualified person in the world to say that I was taking risks." The girl said, reaching out to put her hand on his chest, right next to his heart - just a few hours ago, There was also a near-fatal gunshot wound there. "Also, I have to remind you that if it weren't for that clinic, you might be dead by now."

"Although you were in a coma last night, that's not the reason for you to turn your back on you." When she said this, she looked at him as if she was looking at a heartless man who turned his back on him.

Oliver choked.

"Thea, this is different." He tried to explain, "You have no idea what I've been through for five years!"

Thea nodded: "You don't know what I have experienced in the past five years."

She paused a little while she spoke, and then continued: "So I'm going to tell you what happened to me in the past five years-although, obviously, you didn't intend to do the same to me."

Oliver choked again.

He recalled vaguely that in his memory, his sister was smart, well-behaved, and sensible. Although she didn't play around with him often, there was no doubt that she was very cute.But he never remembered... She was such a girl who could even choke to death with her words.

He opened his mouth to explain, but then realized...his sister was so damn right—he never intended to tell her what had happened to him in the past five years.

"I just don't want to involve you in these dangers." In the end, he could only refute like this, sounding a little guilty for some reason.

"I can see," as expected, his sweetheart girl continued without hesitation in a dry and unwavering tone: "So you would rather be brought to my clinic by your companions in the middle of the night to beg for help , and don’t want to tell me the truth.”

"Hey! Thea!" Oliver almost had a headache, and the anger he had accumulated all night because of his sister's sneaky adventure had long been unconsciously gone.

Thea watched him for a while, and finally decided to let her brother go, and patted the place beside her.

Oliver sat down beside her.

"Five years ago, shortly after you and Dad went to sea, I came home from school one day and saw a lot of policemen at home. They told me that the gold medal Queen you were on when you were going to sea was wrecked in the storm, and no one was there. Survived." The brown-haired girl turned around and lay down on the bed, put one hand on her chin, and recalled leisurely, "Actually, I can't remember what happened in those few days. I I just remember that my mother collapsed almost immediately, shutting herself in the room alone, not going out and not talking."

She still remembered that she sent the police away that day, and went back to her room in a daze, holding the family portrait they had taken not long ago, still unable to believe what happened.

She didn't remember when she fell asleep, and she didn't remember what dream she had that night, but she could still vaguely remember the sense of oppression and loss of control in her sleep that almost made her breathless.

Subtle and continuous screams woke her up—it was only dawn when she opened her eyes, but everything in front of her almost suffocated her.

The walls and floors of the whole room are covered with withered and yellow vines—it was a green radish that she had put on the window sill, and it was only a dozen centimeters long before she went to bed, but it entangled and climbed to occupy the entire room overnight. The walls, however, withered and died due to lack of nutrients, leaving only withered and yellow "corpses" all over the walls.

"Do you remember the hamster I raised before you left?" Thea turned around and asked him.

Oliver frowned and tried to remember for a while, before finally nodding with some uncertainty: "What's it called... Uh, Ball?"

Thea nodded and smiled faintly: "It's dead."

In the vine-covered room, she turned her head in the direction of the sound, and was horrified to find that the chubby hamster she raised had inflated a full circle like an inflated balloon. Writhing and screaming in pain.She opened the cage to see what was going on with it. The moment her fingers touched it, it almost doubled in size and grew another leg at a speed visible to the naked eye.

She was startled, and withdrew her hand almost as if she had been electrocuted—but it was too late, the hamster let out a final scream, kicked its legs, and finally fell silent.

She took a step back subconsciously, but she didn't know what she stepped on, and fell to the ground suddenly.

Her knee seemed to have been cut by something sharp on the ground, maybe even bleeding—it hurt, but her eyes were fixed on her feet.

——Her hair was just above her shoulders, and it grew to her ankles overnight, so long that...it could trip her up.