The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman

Chapter 82

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In the dimly lit corridor, a doctor in a white coat and a mask pushed a small trolley and walked slowly. His leather shoes stepped on the smooth floor, leaving a slightly cold reflection. His footsteps slowed down, and finally stopped in front of a door.

Going over his shoe and looking in through the crack of the door, the other pair of feet stood behind the door. Obviously, someone was blocking the door.

The doctor put the cart aside, stretched out his hand and knocked on the door lightly, and when he heard no response from the other side, he said in a rather gentle tone as if coaxing a child: "No, Cindy, open the door, take medicine." Time is up."

There was still no movement in the door. The doctor held the doorknob and said, "You don't need any medical treatment this week, you just need to take your medicine. I swear, no one will bother you anymore..."

The atmosphere in the corridor and in the room was quiet, and the dim lights flickered, making the hospital look a little scary. A gloved hand stretched out above the medicine box of the cart, and tapped it lightly with its finger. He tapped the tops of those bottles of medicine, then took one out of them, and flicked the cap.

Hearing this sound, the feet in the crack of the door began to tremble a little, and some small sobs came from the crack of the door: "No...no..."

"Now, open the door, I don't want to say it a third time." The doctor's voice was still calm, but there was a trace of irresistible coldness in the ending.

The weeping inside became louder and louder. With a "click", the door opened a small crack. The doctor pushed the door in. A bald-headed female patient in a hospital gown was leaning her body against the corner of the wall, holding her body with both hands. It seems that this will bring her some sense of security.

The doctor didn't look at her after walking in, but turned around, pushed the cart in, and then started to operate on the cart, he said: "From today on, the dose of medicine will be reduced, and you will have two hours of ventilation every day." Time, but you have to promise me, Cindy..."

The doctor took out the syringe and drew the liquid medicine from the medicine bottle. He was busy and said, "You can't use your telekinetic power to break the fence. Remember the last time? You broke the hedge you just repaired." It’s not right that I have to hire a gardener again.”

The female patient named Cindy, when she heard the word hedge, seemed to be turned on the switch of fear, she whimpered and kept hiding in the corner, shaking her head and saying: "No, no, I don't want to go out ..."

"Going out to relax properly is good for your condition, Cindy, think about your mother, didn't I invite her here before? She is really worried about your condition."

Hearing the words of mother, Cindy closed her eyes in despair. As if she had exhausted all her strength, she leaned against the wall and slid slowly, and finally sat on the ground, hugging her knees with her hands, and buried her head in her arms among.

"You lunatic... let us go, let me go..." She cried intermittently, but the doctor was unmoved, and he said, "It seems that you have some hallucinations and auditory hallucinations again. symptom.."

"Don't be like this, Cindy, only by cooperating with treatment can your condition improve."

The doctor finally fixed the syringe, and a few drops of medicine dripped from the needle tip. He walked over and squatted down with the syringe, looked at Cindy and said, "Sorry, I'm not educating you. The role of class is very scary, because you were once, raped by your math teacher, when you were young, this is not a good memory..."

Cindy's body began to tremble violently, but the doctor got closer and closer, almost sticking to her ear and said: "...Yes, I know. You are very scared, because your mother sent you You went to him for tutoring, and after knowing what he did, asked you to use it to threaten him to give you money..."

Cindy's body trembled violently. The doctor reached out and stroked Cindy's back with a gloved hand. He said, "Don't worry, everything will be fine."

"If you're in too much pain, medicine can calm you down. Listen, take a deep breath... Yes, turn your head to the side, I'm going to give you an injection."

Cindy trembled more and more, but she unconsciously followed the doctor's advice, as if she was also expecting the medicine to relieve some of her current pain.

She slowly turned her head to the side until she felt a sharp object pierced into her blood vessel. When the medicine flowed through the blood, she gained the long-lost calm, then slowly curled up in the corner of the wall and fell asleep.

After pulling out the needle tube, the doctor stood up and turned his head to look at the sunset outside the window. In the light of the sunset, he could see the sign standing outside the deserted mental hospital. The slightly old sign was decorated with flowers. The name of the mental hospital is written in English - "Sage of the Woods".

With the light of the setting sun projecting into the window, a man in a protective uniform was sweeping the floor with a broom. Suddenly, he heard a series of footsteps of leather shoes on the floor, and his movements froze for an instant.

With the light sound of the doorknob being turned, the door opened with a "squeak" and a doctor in a white coat and mask came in, but he turned around and waved to the nurse with the broom and said: "Lamplighter, come and help me, the wheel of this cart seems to be broken."

The nurse called the lamplighter hurriedly put down the broom and walked up. He squatted down, looked at the wheel with his head tilted, and said, "Oh, Doctor Schiller, it seems that the bearing is stuck. Wait a minute..."

After speaking, he stood up again, looked around, and said a little embarrassedly: "Maybe I need a wrench, I'll go to the tool room to get it."

"No, don't go yet, let's send it back to the preparation room first, today's release time is about to start, you still have to help."

The lamplighter's movements froze again, and he looked up at the doctor. It just so happened that the doctor was taking off his mask at this time.

This is a doctor who fits the image of a doctor very well. He looks mature, stable and elegant, with a scholarly air, always speaks in a peaceful voice, and is very patient with patients. But after seeing his face, the lamplighter Immediately looking back, he turned around quickly and put his hand on his lips, as if to cover up some of his expression.

"What's wrong with you?" The doctor named Schiller turned to look at him and said, "Are you feeling a little uncomfortable again? Where's your lighter? The pacifier will help you calm down better."

"No, it's nothing..." The lamplighter took a deep breath, and he seemed to muster up his courage before turning back to Schiller and saying, "Who's in today's wind-down time? Cindy will..."

"No, she just took the medicine and has fallen asleep now. Recently, her mood has been very stable. I think she can participate in the release tomorrow or the day after tomorrow."

"Wait." The lamplighter suddenly said, pinching his fingers, the muscles on his arms trembling, he said: "I heard from the doctor that Stormy seems to be visiting this hospital tomorrow, she...is very difficult to deal with." , doctor, we..."

"It's okay, it's business as usual." Schiller shook his head, as if he didn't care, paused, and said, "Okay, tomorrow I will give Xindi a little more medicine, so that she won't run out .”

finished. He pushed the somewhat ineffective cart out, and the lamplighter followed behind him and said, "Doctor, let me push it, it looks a bit broken."

"It's okay, how's the situation lately? Is the compulsive behavior still happening from time to time?"

"One more thing..." The lamplighter lowered his head and sighed, "Sometimes, I still wake up in the middle of the night, go to the mirror, or keep spinning around the bed, and I can't control myself."

"It doesn't matter. Any treatment cannot be done in one step. There is no magic medicine that can quickly cure all diseases in this world. If someone says there is, then he must be lying to you."

"Thank you." The lamplighter still stepped forward, took the trolley from Schiller, pushed it forward, and said tremblingly, "You are a good doctor...the best doctor I have ever seen .”

Schiller pushed up his glasses and asked him, "Have you seen any other doctors? You didn't tell me before."

The lamplighter's fingers trembled suddenly, and he stammered, "Yes, but it's not a doctor who treats mental illness. I've been burned before and I went to a doctor in the burn department..."

"How did he say?"

The lamplighter's hands were tightly grasping the handle of the cart, and the veins on his hands emerged, which seemed to bring back bad memories for him. He said, "I didn't talk to him, it was my father who talked to him." communicate."

"He told my father that such situations will often occur in the future." The lamplighter seemed to hold a breath, and then sighed with his next sentence: "...but my father doesn't care. "

"As I mentioned before, don't keep thinking about the people who used to control you mentally. I know, it is difficult to get rid of their control, but you have to work hard, otherwise you will never be I can't be my true self."

The lamplighter took two deep breaths, his fingers gradually relaxed, and then said: "I tried it, just as you said, in fact, this feeling is really good, I haven't rested so well for a long time. It's..."

After speaking, he turned to look at Schiller, this time. He could no longer turn around to hide his expression. After seeing Schiller's eyes, he showed a little fearful expression, which then turned into gratitude, but soon turned into fear again.

This drastic expression change made him look like an uncontrollable facial twitch. The lamplighter swallowed, turned his head back, and tried hard to control his emotions.

He thought, since when did his already dark and hopeless life begin to change?

Perhaps, one night a few months ago, the sound of glass shattering after the lightning had woken him from his bed, or it couldn't be said that he hadn't fallen asleep at all.

When recalling these things now, he still feels amazing, because at that time, in a corridor, he saw broken glass all over the floor, and a man in a white coat holding an employment notice, That's Schiller.

The lamplighter who was pushing the cart and walking in the corridor shook his head. He didn't remember this scene very clearly. He only remembered that Dr. Schiller got up from the ground in a bit of a panic at that time, but he didn't show any anger. expression.

At that time, the lamplighter standing in the dark corridor saw that Schiller opened the notice in his hand, with a helpless expression on his face, and then said to himself: "Is this how you deal with a mess?" ?Suddenly throw me into a strange world?"

The lamplighter saw that he was mentally ill, raised his head and complained to the air: "There is no official business, it's all personal grievances."

Later, he found Schiller looking at him, and Schiller asked him, "Who are you?"

The lamplighter didn't say anything, he just took out the lighter, and from between his palms, a ferocious flame shot towards Schiller, but this attack didn't work, Schiller appeared directly in front of him. behind.

"Oh, Lamplighter, your name is Lamplighter, right?" Schiller called out his name directly, and then said: "It seems that there was a lot of trouble this time, and such a dangerous world was chosen... ..."

He sighed, shook his head and said, "It seems that a more dangerous guy is needed to deal with all this. I'm going on vacation."

After finishing speaking, he lowered his head and was stunned for a moment, then he returned to normal. He looked back at the lamplighter just now, and when he met his eyes, he saw the astonishing danger and madness in his eyes.

"What are you thinking?" Schiller's calm voice pulled the lamplighter out of his memories, and the lamplighter shook his head and said, "I was thinking about the first time we met, doctor, how did you get here here?"

"Didn't I show you the employment letter? My superior sent me here."

The lamplighter scratched his head with a hand and said, "I know that, I just didn't expect Walter to have such a... good doctor like you."

Schiller smiled and said, "Do you think I'm a good doctor? I remember when you first saw me, you ran here."

The relaxed expression of the lamplighter froze again. He swallowed his saliva and said nothing. As the two chatted and walked forward, they passed through the courtyard in the center of the hospital and descended the stairs until they came to layer.

The lamplighter turned his head to the other side, not looking at the center of the hospital lobby. Schiller patted him on the shoulder, pointed to the center of the hall and said, "The patient on the far left chair is not in good condition, please replace it." .”

The lips of the lamplighter began to tremble, as if he was being forced to turn his head. He closed his eyes and slowly turned his head to the center of the hall. After opening his eyes, it was still the horrible scene that appeared in his nightmares every day.

In the empty hospital hall, there are only rows and rows of seats used to rest while waiting, but now they are full of people.

Or not a person, but a corpse.

There are four rows of chairs, and each row has a dead body that died in a different way. They are all fixed in the same posture, with their arms crossed in front of their chests, and their hands on both sides of their necks. They raised their heads, but the difference was that their methods of death were all bizarre.

The lamplighter began to tremble all over, and those pictures kept playing in his mind. The first person he saw sitting on the leftmost row of chairs, that is, the person Schiller pointed out to be replaced, he Like a fat man sitting on a chair.

But the lamplighter knew very well that Duncan was actually a thin man, but now his skin was all stuffed with mud.

Just because he killed another patient with the superpower that can turn others into mud, Schiller stuffed the person he turned into mud into his body.

The lamplighter closed his eyes hard. Before that, he could clearly see the suture marks on Duncan's abdominal cavity and chest cavity. He remembered very clearly that when the doctor performed the sutures, Duncan was still alive, even though he had already lost his life. More than 60% of the internal organs, but he is still conscious.

The lamplighter will never forget that when Schiller had done all this, he slipped a seed down Duncan's throat in gloves and said to him, "You are so fond of dirt, I suppose, to be A flower pot should be your best destination."

Duncan was alive then, but his expression told the Lamplighter that he had never wanted death so much.

The lamplighter turned his head back trembling all over. He stared intently at the medicine bottles on the trolley, but in fact he didn't know all the words on them. He seemed to be trying to figure out something from the medicine bottles. Same.

This doctor, who always seemed so calm and gentle, killed all the disobedient patients who tried to escape during the first month of coming here, and put them on the chair.

And all the remaining patients did not escape the torture. He used drugs and hypnosis to dig out the most fearful things in their hearts, and then constantly stimulated them, controlled them, and saved them...

The lamplighter knew that some people went completely crazy in this torture, and others, like him, were truly saved from fear, pain and torture.

Finally walked through the hall. The tens of seconds made the lamplighter feel as long as centuries. He breathed a sigh of relief. When he came to the preparation room, he first pushed the cart in and put it in the correct position. Then he turned around and walked out, seeing the back of Schiller standing in front of the preparation table, he said hesitantly: "Doctor, be careful of the Super Seven..."

"I will."

To the surprise of the lamplighter, Schiller answered this question positively for the first time. The lamplighter stood in front of the door and turned around. Seeing that Schiller was still fiddling with medical instruments he didn’t know, he shook his head. Then turned around and went out.

Schiller, who was standing in front of the table, was thinking about the plot of this world while replenishing new potion bottles on the shelf.

Black Picket is an anti-superhero comic in which nearly every superhero with superpowers is a villain, including many familiar Homelanders.

These superheroes all come from a company called Water, and these companies arrange scene after scene to make these superheroes behave like heroes, so as to win the hearts of the people and earn their money.

The TV series of the black-robed picket team has been centered around a plot for several seasons, that is, Walter Company is not satisfied with just being a company that cultivates idols, they want to privatize war.

The reason why this episode is called the Black Robe Picket Team is because another group of people are dissatisfied with the hypocrisy and cruelty of these superheroes, so they organized the Black Robe Picket Team to stop their evil behavior.

The lamplighter played an important role in this play, because he once used his super power to kill the grandson of the leader of the former black-robed picket team.

The Water Company announced that the lamplighter was dead, but in fact they threw him into this mental hospital as a humanoid cremator.

The psychiatric hospital where Schiller is located is called "Sage of the Woods". It has a very special background and has also appeared in TV dramas. A special potion, here to transform and cultivate superheroes, develop their special abilities, and then use them to make money.

Although this is not a real mental hospital, Schiller is a real doctor. He treats the patients here very formally, but during the treatment, it is inevitable that some disobedient people will make trouble. They always come out to cause trouble, so they all disappear.

Perhaps it was because the hospital hadn't uploaded detailed experimental data and materials for a long time, and Storm Girl, one of the seven members, was coming to inspect in advance.

Near the evening of the next day, a luxurious extended car stopped at the door of this slightly deserted psychiatric hospital. A woman with black hair got out of the car and said on the phone while walking, "Either you recruit Those data clerks are not dedicated enough, or there is something wrong with the old server, isn’t it always like this?”

As she said that, she opened the iron door outside the mental hospital and walked in. Before entering the building, she stopped, and then said with some doubts: "...Why do I smell a bloody smell? "

The woman wrinkled her nose vigorously, and said on the other end of the phone, "Storm girl? What's the matter? Why didn't you speak?"

"No...it's okay, it's just..." Storm narrowed her eyes. She looked at the old hospital, but she seemed to see a strange coldness from its familiar appearance.

"Hmph." She hung up the phone directly, and then walked in quickly. This is the way Stormy handles things. She feels that there is nothing in this world that can frighten her.

Walking up the steps of the door, the light shone on the door, causing a hazy halo on the glass, making it impossible for Storm to see what was inside.

She stretched out her hand and stopped in front of the glass door, hesitated a little, but pushed the door open anyway.

Then, she saw rows of "patients" sitting very neatly in the lobby of the hospital.

Storm was stunned.

There is no doubt that Storm has killed many people, but she has never seen so many bizarre ways of dying. When this picture hit her eyes, there was a suffocating amount of information in it, which made her thinking It stopped working immediately.

The light from the windows on both sides came in, and all the patients kept the same posture, hugging their chests with their hands, putting their hands on the side of their necks, and then raised their heads, as if they were praying for something.

After the information was analyzed by her brain, the moment Storm realized what had happened, she covered her neck and began to retch.

Suddenly, there was a "click" on the hospital's radio, as if the microphone had just been turned on.

Storm Girl was taken aback. She coughed twice, tried to straighten her back, took two steps back, and said, "Who?! Who's there?!"

"Patient No. 3203, please go to Consulting Room 201, and Patient No. 3203, please go to Consulting Room 201..."

There was a deep male voice on the radio, which was a voice Stormy had never heard before. She shook her head, and the muscles on her neck twitched vigorously. After the initial panic, an indescribable anger surged. up.

In an instant, a cyclone and storm invisible to the naked eye swept across the entire hospital lobby, tearing everything apart. Wreckage and dust fell down along with limbs and blood. The storm girl panted heavily, smiled silently, and said : "Don't pretend to scare me!"

Suddenly, another voice sounded from the broadcast that fell on the ground: "Please note that it's time for the patient to be released. Unrelated personnel, please go to the safe room and wait immediately. Don't leave until you hear the broadcast."

"Repeat, the time for the patient's release has come..."

During the sound of the radio, Storm suddenly heard the slight sound of footsteps coming from behind her. She turned around abruptly and saw a man in a hospital gown standing behind her, his whole body flashing with lightning.

Storm Girl showed a disdainful smile, and just about to raise her hand to kill him, she heard more footsteps behind her, she turned her body back again, and found that countless patients in hospital gowns were slowly approaching she comes.

The Storm took two steps back and said, "What do you want to do? I'm one of the members of the seven-member team of Walter Company! Do you think you can beat me? What do you want to do? Stop it..."

Seeing those people not only not stopping, but walking faster and faster, for some reason, Storm Girl suddenly felt a little flustered in her heart. Even though she knew that all these people combined could not beat her, but people were surrounded by similar creatures. Sometimes, I always instinctively feel fear.

Storm waved her hand, and a patient in the front row instantly turned into blood foam, and she showed a wild smile again. She thought that the group of people would run away screaming, just like what she had experienced before.

However, they did not.

The patients just stared at Storm in numbness, and then walked towards her step by step, like a group of marionettes or a group of mindless zombies.

Anyone who faces a group of monsters that look like humans but don't seem to have any sanity will feel weird and fearful from the bottom of their hearts. The storm girl's mentality has undergone some changes. She wanted to reach out and knock everyone down, but when she raised her hand, she found that her fingers were trembling.

The thicker and thicker smell of blood continued to drill into his nose. The oppressive and drowsy atmosphere of the psychiatric hospital made all this look even more terrifying. Storm Girl's arms also began to tremble a little. She swallowed a mouthful of saliva and stepped back two Step, and then said: "You wait, Water Company will not let you go!"

The moment she turned around and was about to leave, a piercing siren sounded from the radio again: "Patient No. 3203, please go to Consulting Room 201, and Patient No. 3203, please go to Consulting Room 201..."

"Enough!" Shouted the Storm, and with a wave of her hand, a shock wave shattered the radio equipment, but the radio still didn't stop. Only then did the Storm realize that the voice coming from above her head , not broadcasting...

She turned around, looked up, and saw the figure standing in the corridor on the second floor, looking down at her.

At this moment, Stormy didn't realize that her orientation and posture became exactly the same as those "patients" who had been waiting in the hall.

It was late at night, and there was a slight "squeak" sound in the dark hall. In the dark hospital lobby, a figure with a broom was slowly sweeping the wreckage and severed limbs on the ground.

The original rows of seats had been shattered by the storm's angry attack, and now there was only one chair and a black-haired female "patient" left in the entire lobby.

The lamplighter took a broom and swept over the feet of Storm Girl's corpse. He found that one of Storm Girl's calves was lying limply on the chair leg. He looked down and found that the bones in the calf had been pulled out.

He shook his head, and didn't think too much about it, as if that scary doctor came up with some new idea during the operation.

He slowly swept the ground, sweeping aside all the messy wreckage that he made during the day, and cleared a path for people to enter and exit. For some reason, in such a terrifying environment, he and a person tied into a strange But the lamplighter didn't feel afraid when he got along with the dead body in the same position.

Perhaps it was because he knew that a beast that had already eaten was less dangerous.

The lamplighter had long discovered that Dr. Schiller would only treat one patient a day, and if someone was already in a chair, it meant everyone else was safe.

He sighed, thinking that Dr. Schiller had treated Stormy for almost four hours, which meant that the doctor should have eaten a lot today, and maybe all the patients could sleep well tonight, including himself.

But the world is impermanent, just as he finished his work, put the broom into the warehouse, and was about to go to sleep, he suddenly saw a beam of light flashing from the side window of the warehouse.

The lamplighter squinted his eyes. Although he hadn't left the mental hospital for a long time, he could still tell that it should be the flashing car lights.

He walked to the window, opened the window, looked around, and found that there seemed to be a few dark shadows moving in a small forest not far from the east side of the mental hospital.

While looking back, the lamplighter groped near the wall and turned off the light switch, but after turning off the light. He didn't leave, but came to the window again, and observed the scene there through the window.

Sure enough, the few people in the grove seemed to think that he, the cleaner, hadn't noticed anything unusual, and their activities became bolder, and they even turned on the car lights twice.

The lamplighter took a deep breath, he knew something big was going to happen, so he quickly opened the door of the warehouse and wanted to go upstairs.

He wanted to go back to his room to sleep early, because he knew that the two flashes of the headlights would definitely wake up the beast that had just eaten and drunk.

But he was still one step too late, just as he was walking up the stairs, Schiller buttoned up his clothes and walked down, seeing the lamplighter, he said: "Good evening, are you still up? "

"Oh, not yet, doctor, I've just swept the bottom clean, and I'm about to go up to bed."

"What happened to the bright light just now?" Schiller squinted his eyes, as if he had just been woken up, and said, "When they come to such a mental hospital at this time, they should have a very urgent condition that needs treatment. ?”

The lamplighter opened his mouth and didn't know how to answer. He thought, if those suspicious figures were people from Water Company, then he should immediately give an affirmative answer. In this way, the center of the hospital lobby will be there again tomorrow. There are a few more patients on the waiting list.

Schiller waved his hand impatiently and said, "Bring them over for me, I'll wait for them in the consulting room."

With that said, he turned and went upstairs.

After Schiller went up, the lamplighter stood on the stairs in a daze. After thinking for a while, he finally turned around and went to the warehouse, picked up the broom again, and started sweeping the floor.

After scanning, he found three furtive figures swaying in front of the gate. The lamplighter walked to the corridor next to him and stood there for a while. Sneaked in through the gate.

They got a little closer, and only after they lit the lamp did they realize that it was a white man, a black man, and an Asian woman. They just walked in through the gate, and they were stunned by the strong smell of blood inside.

At this moment, with a "snap", all the lights in the lobby were turned on.

The lamplighter came out of the corridor with a broom and said, "Are you all used to going through the door when you sneak in?"

One of the white males immediately took out his gun and pointed it at the lamplighter. The lamplighter squinted his eyes and didn't recognize him, but after the white man with the gun got used to the sudden intense light, he widened his eyes and said, "Light up the lamp!" people?!!"

But the first thing the other two saw was not the lamplighter, but the bizarre and terrifying scene in the hall. They were very familiar with the storm girl who had cursed her name countless times. Her body was moving in a strange way. The pose is tied to the chair.

Yes, it was easy to see that it was a corpse, because all that remained of her from below the ribcage to above the pelvis was her spine.

Her arms were crossed on her chest, her hands were stroking the side of her neck, and she was raising her head. The frightened expression on her face seemed to have not dissipated, but she had obviously been dead for a long time.

"What's going on?" the black man said loudly. At this moment, the white man who recognized the lamplighter wanted to shoot angrily. The black man stopped him, shook his shoulder, and said, " Wait! Frankie! Wake up!!"

The black man snatched his gun away, shook his head and said, "Look at that! Storm! She's dead!!"

Just when Frankie wanted to yell angrily, he tilted his head slightly, and saw the horrifying death of Storm Girl, and his words were instantly choked back, a feeling of nausea kept rising, he held his hands The neck began to retch.

The Asian woman supported him, Frankie vomited for a while, stood up hard and said, "What's going on? Why are there so many...human organs in this hall..."

Just when he finished speaking, the eyes of the three fell on the broom in the lamplighter's hand at the same time.

The lamplighter looked down at the blood foam on his broom, and said, "I'm just a cleaner, if you want to know what's going on, you have to ask the doctor, the doctor just wants to see you, come with me. "

talking. He turned to go upstairs, and French shouted: "Don't follow him! It must be a trap! He is the murderer who burned Mallory's grandson! A cruel superhero! And the gang of seven It's a gang!!"

"He is, I am not." A strange voice suddenly appeared on the second floor. Several people looked up and saw a doctor in a white coat resting his arm on the railing. When they saw him, the doctor Straightened up, and said: "I know what you want to do here, the hard drive storing the data of Water Company is in my hands, if you want, come here."

finished. He turned around and walked towards a consulting room. The three people who stayed there now did not leave, nor did they leave.

This is not an ordinary world. If you don't leave, no one knows whether the lamplighter in front of you will suddenly explode and burn them all into coke, and you don't know if the mysterious doctor just now has any superpowers and will kill them immediately. kill them.

But if he leaves, this mission will fail completely, and the action against Water Company will also be deadlocked.

In the end, it was the black man who made up his mind. He scanned the surroundings with his eyes, and said in a low voice, "It seems that the doctor is sensible, and he is different from those crazy superpowers."

"Maybe it's just a trap, milk, don't you find it all weird?" Frankie still disagreed a little.

"If there is a trap, the three of us should have become the same as her by now." The black man called Milk, glanced at Storm, and watched Simiko's constantly changing expression, he comforted: " If I'm not mistaken, it should be the doctor who killed Storm Girl just now, which means that he and the group of seven may also have a grudge."

"He killed Storm, ruled the hospital, and even recruited the lamplighter, which shows that he is likely to be a person who is determined to oppose superheroes like us. If we can get his help, we would like to There is hope for revenge.”

Frankie took a deep breath, and after calming down, he also felt that what Milk said made sense. If the doctor had malicious intentions, he could have killed Storm, and he and the others would have died long ago.

"And if he really killed Storm Girl, then he must have a way to kill these superhumans. We have to get this way. It's not the way to always hide like this."

Milk and Frankie had a conversation, and finally reached an agreement. They decided not to disclose the fact that there were still people outside, or the three of them followed the lamplighter up to see the doctor.

In this way, the trio followed behind the lamplighter and shuttled through the dark hospital. The night in this hospital was terribly quiet, and no one in any ward dared to make a sound.

An extremely terrifying and weird atmosphere enveloped the three of them, making them quiet, as if they were afraid of being discovered by some ferocious beast.

When I came to the clinic door and opened the door, it was a completely different scene from outside the hospital. It was a bright office with warm lighting, and there were various books and sundries on the bookshelves. There was a pile of unpacked papers on it.

When the Lamplighter opened the door and let the three of them in, he stood by the door and said, "Doctor, I have brought them all."

"Thank you, go back and rest."

The lamplighter nodded and left without any hesitation. Frankie stared back at him. Milk touched Frankie with her elbow, and Frankie turned his head.

But the action of the lamplighter turning his head and walking away without any hesitation made Milk a little more worried. In his opinion, the lamplighter was already a very powerful superpower, but the doctor didn't need him at all. protection of.

Milk who has been in contact with the Super Seven knows very well that although these superheroes have great power, they bring a large group of bodyguards with them everywhere they go, as if they are afraid that ordinary people who have no power to restrain chickens will hurt them. to them.

Thinking of this, Lai Rui turned to look at the doctor again. He looked very ordinary, just a standard doctor. The doctor went to the back of the table and sat down, looked up at them and said, "It's a pleasure to meet you, my name is Xi Schiller, Schiller Rodriguez, you can just call me Dr. Schiller."

"Who are you? Why did you appear here? What happened to the Storm outside? Where is the information?" Frankie asked impatiently.

Milk bumped French again with his elbow, signaling him not to be so impatient, let alone facing a strange doctor with unknown abilities, even for ordinary people, it would be a bit too rude to ask so many questions when meeting for the first time.

But unexpectedly, the doctor was not angry, Schiller just shook his head and said: "You have too many questions, first ask the one you want to know the most."

Before Frankie could speak, Simiko beside her trembled a little. Milk rushed to comfort her, and he said, "What's going on with that...that corpse outside?"

"You should be more familiar with her than I am. She broke into here and I killed him."

Milk opened his mouth, and he said, "She... broke in here? But isn't this the Walter Company's psychiatric hospital?"

"Who said that?"

Milk pursed his lips, and he didn't know how to answer this question. Schiller then asked him, "Water's mental hospital? Did they cure any mental patients here?"

"I think... there shouldn't be any. This place is not used to treat mental illness, is it?"

"That's right, but I cured all the patients here, so, who owns this hospital?"

Milk decided not to continue discussing the issue with him, and he then asked, "So who are you? And why did you come to this hospital?"

"I have already introduced, I am Schiller Rodriguez, a doctor, I know you may be guessing, I have other identities, but I don't, I am really just an ordinary doctor .”

"Like all doctors, my vocation is to treat patients. In the past few months, I have made great achievements in this hospital, but the woman sitting in the hall downstairs killed many people. There were patients waiting for an appointment, so she just sat there."

Milk immediately understood that this doctor probably had a grudge against the Group of Seven. He had seen too many people like this, because some important relatives and friends were killed by superheroes, and they became crazy and abnormal, or watched It seems normal, but in fact it has long been crazy.

then. He cleared his throat and said, "We are all people who have experienced the same situation as you. We are now dealing with that Vault Company and the Super Seven organized by it. We hope to get help from you."

"I know. This is the purpose of your coming here." Schiller picked up the glasses from the table, put them on for himself, turned his head and looked at the dark sky outside, and said, "It's still a long time before dawn, We have time to talk slowly."

Milky shook her head and said, "No, you killed Storm, they all have trackers left by Walt Corporation in their bodies, and they will find you soon..."

After finishing speaking, Milk herself realized that, logically speaking, at the moment Storm Girl was killed, Walter should have overwhelmed the army of this mental hospital, but judging by the state of Storm Girl's body, it doesn't look like she just died After a while, but after so long, the group of seven hasn't come yet.

Milk immediately raised her eyes and asked, "Do you have a way to block the tracker? Can you tell us?"

"I said, let's talk first."

Schiller knocked on the table and said, "I can only treat one patient at a time, so you stay, and the two of them go to the next consulting room to wait."

As soon as Frankie was about to refuse, Milk stepped forward and pushed him away, pushing him aside. He said in a low voice: "It's best to listen to him, and now Simiko's condition is a bit unstable, you go over there to accompany her."

After sending both of them out, Milk sat opposite Schiller, looked into Schiller's eyes and asked, "What do you want to talk about?"

"Of course it's the topic you're most interested in."

"What is the topic I am most interested in?"

"Super hero."

"No, don't use that word!" Milk took a deep breath, with irrepressible anger in his voice, he said: "This is not only an insult to these words, but also an insult to this language."

Schiller shook his head and said, "You misunderstood, I'm not referring to the group of idiots packaged by Water Company."

Milk kept staring at Schiller's eyes, from which he saw a calm and deep sea, as if he was infected by this kind of eyes, he gradually calmed down, Schiller said:

"I'm going to talk about real superheroes that I've met."

Lai Rui didn't quite understand what he meant, so he shook his head slightly, but Schiller patiently explained: "I know, in your life, you have hardly encountered any good things. Most of the people who came to this hospital People are like that, some of them are bad, almost incurable, but everybody knows it, and it's not their fault."

"But I'm different from you. Fortunately, I met a lot of people who could be truly superheroes in a certain period of time."

Schiller's slightly nostalgic tone successfully attracted the milk. He looked into Schiller's eyes and asked, "...how are they?"

"Just like you."

This was an answer that was completely beyond Lai Lai's expectations. He didn't hear any words such as glory, greatness, or heroism from Schiller. Lai Lai lowered her head and laughed at herself and said, "Stop joking, and me..."

He trembled lightly from his nose, as if he had heard the most absurd joke in the world, but Schiller said to him seriously: "I'm not joking, they are just like you and your companions."

"A group of ordinary people who need to eat, sleep, have their own jobs, and some are still in school."

Milk was like hearing a fairy tale, he said: "How is it possible? Superheroes shouldn't all be..."

He paused for a long time, seemingly unable to find an adjective, and finally could only use a few empty words to describe: "It's the kind of wearing a shirt and uniform, standing under flashing lights, and shaking hands with people everywhere..."

"Didn't you mean the Super Seven?"

I choked on my milk, and finally said helplessly: "Well, I really don't have any idea about this kind of person."

"What do you understand by the words ordinary person, good person and superhero?"

Milk hesitated, his lips moved, and then he said, "Ordinary people are just like us, they don't have any superpowers, good people...maybe have them, but I haven't seen them much, superheroes..."

He shook his head, seeming to resent the mention of the word, and then Schiller said, "To me, they are one."

"The group of people I know, they are ordinary people, have their own lives, get tired, get bored, and occasionally make trouble."

"But they are also good people. Bloodshed and injuries will not make them give up the justice they uphold. The character of some of them can even be described as noble."

"And superheroes..." Schiller also shook his head and said, "There are no superheroes in this world, only a group of ordinary people who are trying to be good people."

The milk let out a dry cough from his throat. For some unknown reason, he turned his head to avoid Schiller's gaze. He felt his eyes a little sour and the corners of his mouth trembling. Obviously, this sentence reminded him of many, many people. Among them was his father.

Finally, Lai Rui couldn't control his emotions anymore, his voice trembling when he breathed in, he said:

"Maybe you don't know, my father...he is, he...he is just an ordinary person, but...he tried his best to fight the lawsuit with Walter Company, and seek justice for the mothers who were infected by Walter Company's drugs ..."

Milk wiped his face and said, "In the end...he was exhausted, not an adjective..."

"He didn't have any super physical strength, self-healing ability, he was not a super human, he couldn't sleep, he couldn't eat, so, in the end, he died."

Milk stretched out her hands, covered her mouth, gritted her teeth and said, "But now, the word hero is taken over by those devils who deceive the world, and now whenever I read this word, I feel sick..."

"Then why not take it back?"

"We're doing it, but..."

"I know you are very sad, but have you ever thought that your father's experience has actually reminded you that this method will not work."

Schiller looked into Milky's eyes, and Milky saw that the calm sea in the doctor's eyes suddenly appeared an endless black tide, and he heard Schiller say:

"They're a bunch of criminals."

"And only criminals can deal with criminals."

Milk repeated in a low voice: "Criminals are the only ones who can deal with criminals?"

"who are you?"

"who are we?"

"You are revenge."

"Are we revenge?... Yes, we are revenge, we are..."

"...the black-robed pickets."

Let me tell you, this was originally a free episode to compensate for various problems with the monthly pass, but the new volume at the starting point did not allow me to create a free volume, but I messed up the main text again when I put the first volume.

There are 14,000 words, and I have only just started, and I can't make any changes in the words.

Moreover, the world view of Heipao is a bit dark. I am afraid that if it is free, I will be reported. Thank you for subscribing, and I will send red envelopes in the group later! Can offset the subscription money! (I don’t understand the starting point red envelope, can’t I send the money directly? Why do I need a recommendation ticket?)

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