Beauty Man's Myriad Hearts

When Matt regained consciousness, he found that he was trapped all over, as if he was buried alive. His whole body was sunk into the ground, unable to move.

He was stunned for a second, and the memory of last night emerged in his mind - he went to the black boxing venue where his father once worked to investigate his father's murderer, but because of his lack of experience and underestimation of the black boxing venue's manpower, he suffered a big loss and almost almost

Death to hell.

When Matt thought of this, he opened his eyes suddenly, but it was still dark.

Yes, he is blind.

However, Matt has long been accustomed to it. Although he can't see it, he can hear it.

He moved his ears slightly, let go of his super senses, and captured all the information from the sound wave feedback. The surrounding environment was completely depicted in his mind, and he also captured two people communicating in the living room.

"I'm going to catch mice today, do you want to come with me?"

"I won't go. I'll contact the garbage truck for you. The service is good and it will be delivered to your door."

"Why don't you just buy a few thousand rats for me?!"

"You said you wanted to catch mice. I thought you wanted to experience the whole process of revenge in depth."

"Fake, are you really the leader prepared by my father? Why do I think you don't want to do anything, just talk and wait to take advantage?"

"If it weren't for your father, I would be happier than anyone else right now. How could I be in trouble and put the lives of my own relatives in danger? Is it my fault that I helped you contact the garbage truck with good intentions?"

"..." Wesley was speechless for a moment.

After a few days of getting along, he figured out David's identity and knew who was responsible for David's current situation. Therefore, it was inevitable that he felt guilty in front of David.

"By the way, go see if that guy wakes up."

David seemed to have thought of something, with an annoyed look on his face and a bad tone: "I don't know what kind of trouble that guy has. Originally, this trouble couldn't be on us anyway, but now we can't tell."

"I didn't think so much yesterday." Wesley replied nonchalantly. He is a hot-headed person who does things regardless of the consequences.

Yesterday I thought I was just saving people, what's wrong with that?

After calming down today and thinking about it carefully, I realized that I really cannot save people casually.

They are at a critical moment to subvert the Brotherhood. If they cause other troubles, it will inevitably have no impact on the operation.

coming soon?

When Matt heard the two's replies, he quickly stood up and with a little effort, he seemed to break through the ground and emerge from the mud.

"What is it?"

Matt thought and sniffed. It was the smell of wax oil. His whole body was wrapped in wax oil... No, this wax oil also smelled of medicine. What wrapped him was solidified medicinal oil.

Thoughts flashed through his mind, and Matt suddenly realized that the place where his chest was stabbed had lost all pain, as if the sharp blade last night had not stabbed his body at all, and the pain he suffered was all a sleepwalking hallucination.

"The effect is so good, where did the medicine come from? Who are they?"

Matt broke through the waxy shell and stood up from the bathtub, completely naked.

Under the influence of super senses, he has a sufficient understanding of the surrounding environment.

He took off his own clothes from the shelf nearby. The smell of blood on them had dried, but the smell was as vivid as last night.

Matt understood deeply that everything he experienced yesterday was not an illusion, and the sharp blade really penetrated his chest.

When he came back from the brink of death, he knocked on the wrong door - or maybe he was right. He was saved by a drug that was incredibly effective. It only took him one night to recover from his injuries.

Da da da!

The sound of footsteps came closer and closer.

"Hey, you're awake?"

Wesley looked at the man in front of him with a hint of surprise on his face.

He had treated Matt's wounds yesterday and naturally knew that the other person was truly blind.

At this time, watching this blind man seem to be able to see, taking the clothes off the shelf without any inconvenience, I almost doubted whether this guy was the owner of this house.

"Thanks."

Matt said solemnly: "Thank you for saving me."

"You're welcome."

When Wesley saw Matt getting dressed, he took a step back: "I'll wait for you in the living room outside... We need to talk."

"good."

Matt nodded: "You don't need to help me, I can find you."

"good."

Wesley looked surprised and didn't say anything more. He returned the same way and went to the living room to talk to David.

soon.

Matt bypassed all obstacles and reached the living room smoothly.

Seeing that Matt's eyes were blank, but he seemed to be able to see and move freely in front of him, Wesley's face was even more surprised, and his curiosity was beyond words.

Wesley couldn't help but ask: "With all due respect, are you really blind?"

"Yes, I can't see."

Matt accurately found the sofa and sat down, picked up the kettle on the coffee table, filled himself a glass of water, and drank it in one gulp.

He replied with a smile: "Although it has a certain impact, my other senses are excellent, so my daily movements are not as inconvenient as other blind people."

"I see."

Wesley couldn't imagine the specific meaning of excellent other senses, let alone that Matt could construct three-dimensional images in his mind through sound waves like a bat. He just thought this explanation was acceptable and asked no more questions.

"Thank you for saving me."

Matt then looked at the man in front of him who had met once before, or had met twice before yesterday, and said in a deep voice: "I will always remember your kindness."

"My name is Wesley." Wesley introduced himself.

"I'm Matt Murdock, a lawyer." Matt also introduced himself.

"Okay, stop talking nonsense, Matt, you know the rules of Hell's Kitchen, tell me why you were hurt last night, who you offended, and why you knocked on my door."

David crossed his arms and skipped the pleasantries. They were not acquaintances, and said bluntly: "We have enough troubles, and we don't want to get into other troubles."

"I was an orphan since I was a child. My father died at the hands of gangsters. The reason why I got into trouble recently is because I was investigating the murderer of my father, but I was discovered by the gangster. I underestimated the opponent's ability when I acted last night. No,

Be careful of serious injuries."

Matt said calmly: "As for why you knock on your house... maybe it's the desire to survive, I don't want to die."

"Gangster?"

David raised his eyebrows: "Which gang are you investigating? The Irish, the Russians, the Islanders, the Chinese, the Mexicans, or the local gangs in New York?"

Daredevil's origin is similar to the origins of other superheroes - it's a mess.

Therefore, David basically knew nothing about Matt's behavior before he became Daredevil. He only knew that Matt had a master and a girlfriend, and that he would also conduct special training on his own.

When Wesley heard this series of names, he unconsciously showed a look of surprise, and suddenly understood why people in other areas of New York regarded Hell's Kitchen as a purgatory on earth and an independent kingdom in Manhattan.

In such a place, so many internationally renowned underworld forces have gathered together. It can only be said that this world is too crazy.

"have no idea."

Matt shook his head, smiled bitterly, and said in a low voice: "I only know that his name is Roscoe Sweeney, nicknamed the Repairman. He was my father's boss. My father's death must be related to him."

"Fixman, Roscoe Sweeney?"

David repeated it in his mouth, and at the same time racked his brains to search for past life memories, and found that he had never heard of this name.