[Comprehensive British and American] Chaoying Pet Shop

At first it was a little white light.

Something dark green was beating in the hazy field of vision in the corner of his eyes.

Very regular.Make a "di, di" sound.

Joward struggled to open his eyelids a little.

The dark green jumping thing turned out to be the electrocardiogram beside the bed.At this moment, the electrocardiogram was beating steadily and powerfully, showing his life state at this moment.

He slowly rolled his eyes and looked at the incandescent lamp on the top of the ward.

No pain in any part of the body.There's just a numbness of flabby muscles that haven't been moved for too long.

Little by little, he stretched his fingers under the quilt, then his wrist, and finally his upper arm.Then the legs did the same thing, and he gradually regained the sense of control over his whole body.

The door was pushed open gently, and someone came in.

Joward immediately closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep.

The man turned him over gently and wiped his arms and face.When he stroked his hair before he left, Joward judged that it was an old man's hand.

People went out again.

Only then did Joward slowly support himself to sit up halfway, and the muscles and bones in all parts of his body creaked quite a bit.

He first looked around the ward for a week.

This is a very ordinary single ward with a calendar and green plants beside the bed.

The page of the calendar that he turned to was more than a full year longer than he remembered.

Through the gaps in the curtains, the street full of people outside can be seen.

He felt that his mind was a little unclear, and his thinking speed was much slower than before; it should be because he just woke up.

His medical record was hanging on the bedboard, and he picked it up to look at it. It read: Jack Benjamin, 25 years old, from Boston.

Joe Ward: "..."

Did he sleep in the wrong bed?

There was a small television in the ward, and Joe Ward fumbled for the remote and turned it on.

He skipped through a few news channels and saw a familiar face.

"...Tony Stark, the richest man in New York, confirmed that he will continue to invest [-] million U.S. dollars in the Lex Group this year to continue developing the RoboCop project. Although Lex Luthor, the chairman of the Lex Group, believes that investment is not necessary, it is clear that Can't extinguish Mr. Stark's fiery enthusiasm..."

On the TV screen, the handsome and suave Tony in a suit put his arms around the shoulders of a bald man next to him, grinning at the camera.

Lex was indifferent: "Hehe."

Tony: "Hee hee hee."

Numerous "click click" flashes freeze the smiles of the two smirking boys.

He changed another station.

"...Look, that's our Superman! He really is here!"

The excited hostess motioned to the cameraman to zoom in quickly.

Wearing a red cloak, the god-like Superman hovered over ten floors above the sky, holding a shivering little milk cat in his arms.

His palm is wide enough to cover the milk cat with one hand.

Superman smiled and rubbed his chin on the top of its head, and handed it to the child in the window.

The hostess nearly passed out: "Superman! Superman! Say hello to our audience! Superman!"

On the zoomed-in screen, Superman looked over.

He put two fingers together on his temples, and then swung them slightly outward.

At the same time, those blue eyes, which are said to be able to melt people's hearts, playfully winked at the camera.

Hostess: "Gahhhhhhhhhh—"

Cameraman: "...Calm down, it's working time."

Joward is actually very familiar with these scenes.This was a picture that could be seen on TV every day before October last year, when the Superheroes had not disappeared collectively.

He picked up the calendar on the table and looked at it again, reconfirming the time.

...he felt utterly confused.

Joward pursed his dry lips and called in his mind: "2-3?"

no respond.

Joward put down his hand on the calendar and paused.

Joe Ward: "2-3?"

Joe Ward: "What's the situation? Have I slept for a year? But why are the superheroes in their original state? Shouldn't they run out of time?"

Joward: "Where's Brainiac? How's Captain and Plague Doctor?"

Joe Ward: "2-3, can you hear me?"

No matter how he asked, the calm mechanical voice in his head never answered him.

He looked around the ward again.

The last time he fled Baltimore, he lived in the same single room.

A guess that made him extremely painful pierced into his heart like an awl.

Is it possible that everything was a dream?

The encounter with the system and the Qiuqiu Superheroes was all a dream;

Now that he has woken up from the dream, the memories are gone, and he is still in Baltimore, in the abyss that no one knows, looking up at those superheroes who are so far away from him——

As soon as this idea popped up, he couldn't stay still.

There was nothing in the ward to suggest his location.

So he put on his slippers and quietly opened the door of the ward a crack.

There were people coming and going in the corridor, Joe Ward looked up, followed behind an old man who was lifting a bottle, and helped him push the wheelchair to the door of another ward.

Afterwards, he sneaked into the dressing room, quietly took a white coat from the chair, and put it on over his hospital gown.

His body movements are still a little uncoordinated, especially in his left ankle, which still has phantom-like pain, which makes him limp a bit when he walks.

The confused little doctor leaned on the wall, walked slowly towards the gate of the hospital, and walked into the noisy crowd.

……

Joe Ward didn't know that Afu pushed open the door of the ward 20 minutes after he left.

Ah Fu looked at the empty bed: "..."

...Ah, it's over.

……

Joe Ward stood at the bus stop, looking up at the license plate with his brown hair up.

Oddly enough, he found himself not in Baltimore; he was still in New York.

He remembered where his pet clinic was.

As soon as I found the car I wanted to take, an empty bus came slowly.There were quite a lot of people on the platform, and when the crowd crowded, they pushed him into the car door.

Joe Ward couldn't get out of the crowd behind him, so he got into the car.He didn't remember touching his pocket until he got in the car, and he didn't have any money on him.

Joe Ward: "Uh, sorry, I forgot to bring-"

He turned around and wanted to get out of the car, but a passenger behind him put the tokens in for him and patted him on the shoulder kindly.

The strange passenger looked at his brown hair and blue eyes, smiled and said, "Go in and sit, Luckyboy."

Joward said dully, "Thank you, thank you."

He walked to the end of the bus compartment, found a seat and sat down.

I don't know if it's his illusion, but I always feel that many of the passengers have dyed brown hair...

The bus runs smoothly.Joward put one hand on the car window and looked out the window with blue eyes bewildered.

New York is still bustling and bustling as always, and there is no sign of alien invasion at all.

But in his eyes, everything seemed very strange.

"Bang!"

The bus stopped abruptly, and everyone on the bus rushed forward.

The passenger behind: "What's the situation, hit a rock?"

Passenger in front: "I hit someone!!"

The car door was knocked hastily, and a man hurried into the car.

He was wearing a sharp suit and was very tall, but he wore a pair of old-fashioned black-rimmed glasses on his face, which somehow made it difficult for others to see what he actually looked like.

Man: "Sorry, sorry, in a hurry!"

The driver was frightened and had a heart attack: "You can't stop the car suddenly in a hurry! I thought I hit—"

He looked at the man. Except for the wrinkled suit, the man was completely intact.

Driver: "...I almost ran into you! Don't do that next time."

The bus started again wheezing and wheezing.

At the same time as it was started, the headlights on one side slammed down.

driver:"……"

The man didn't seem to pay attention to the dissatisfied eyes cast on him by the passengers.

He quickly scanned the passengers in the car, and finally caught something. While saying "Sorry, please let me go", he squeezed from the front of the car to the back row, and came straight to Joward.

Joward: ? ? ?

The man with glasses stared at him for a long time, then let out a long breath, and said urgently, "You...how can you run out by yourself! Where are your shoes??"

Joward looked down at his feet.

He came out wearing hospital slippers, one of which was probably trampled away just now, and now one bare foot is stepping on the dusty ground, and the soles of the white feet are all dirty.

The man stood in front of him, tall as a thick wall, but he always looked at a loss, overly excited and worried, and even made him wonder what he should do next.

So he bent down and hugged the man on his shoulders: "Come back with me!"

Joward: ? !

He couldn't break free, and said anxiously: "Sir, who are you???"

The old man sitting next to him originally thought that the guy who stopped the car halfway was not pleasing to his eyes, but now he saw that he dared to snatch the child in broad daylight, and knocked the man with glasses on the skull with a cane, making a metal "dang" sound.

The old man was full of anger: "You let me go! If you don't let go, I will call the police!... Uh, my brain is still quite hard."

With the first leader, the surrounding crowd immediately surrounded him excitedly.

Look at the boy he was holding, obviously just came out of the hospital, his skin was so white that he almost lost his blood, he spoke softly, walked with a limp, his brown hair was fluffy and soft, and his blue eyes were so anxious right now all out of water;

And the man who stopped the car was tall and big, his head almost hit the ring bar, he picked up someone and left, who knows where he will take the lucky boy!

Enthusiastic New Yorkers: "Let go of him quickly! Otherwise, we will not only call the police, but also call Superman!!"

The man with glasses: "..."

He was already surrounded by the crowd on the back seat, so he had to put Joe Ward back on the seat, leaned over in front of the little doctor, and whispered, "Little Joe, it's me! Look..."

He blocked the sight of the people behind him with his body, and reached for the button on his chest, as if he wanted to take off his clothes and secretly show him a big baby...

Joward: ? ? ? ? ?

A crutch hit the top of the man's head again with a "dang".

The old man: "This man is an exhibitionist! Everyone, call the police and arrest him!"

The man with glasses: "...I'm not, I don't, I..."

——The bus creaked and stopped at the gate of the police station.

……

Wayne Group.

The group president, Bruce Wayne, answered the phone.

Phone: "Hi this is New York PD, your friend Clark Kent is being held by New York authorities and he said you can post bail for him."

Bruce: "...what crime."

Phone: "Bus harassment."

Bruce: "..."

He hung up the phone calmly.