The Death Knell

Thor lay in a mental hospital in New Mexico, staring helplessly at the ceiling.

"No more, all gone."

He was saying that his divine power, armor and weapons were all gone and he was as weak as a human being.

He woke up not long after he was knocked off the Rainbow Bridge a few days ago. He called to his father in mid-air, hoping that he could take back his life.

However, it was of no use. The Rainbow Bridge only operated according to the wishes of the God King, and he plunged straight into the ground in the atrium.

Thor climbed out of the hole and tried to take off and call his hammer, but it was useless. He became a mortal.

The surroundings were deserted, and he could only barely look in the direction of the sunrise and walk on the Gobi Desert.

Gravel and dry plants full of thorns pricked the soles of his feet, and blood spread all the way. He didn't know how to deal with this situation, because he had never been injured while walking.

Fortunately, his warrior's willpower was still there, and he just gritted his teeth and kept moving forward.

Then? Then he developed a fever due to an infected wound.

He continued walking in a daze for a day and a night. Being thirsty, hungry and sick, he only remembered that his eyes suddenly lit up. It was the kind of thing that humans call cars driving in the night. He had seen this kind of thing in Vanaheim. He has even ridden in a vehicle.

His recent wish was to save money to buy a car and take his brother and friends out for a ride. Unfortunately, he couldn't save any money at all and spent it all on food and drinks.

He walked towards the direction of the car, thinking that maybe he could ask where this place was and how far it was from Kama Taj.

Maybe life would be easier if he could find Deathstroke, the Sorcerer Supreme.

However, the driver was unknown. He was driving very fast on the Gobi Desert at night, and without even looking at the road, he was knocked out of the car.

He passed out naturally.

The people in the car naturally felt that something had hit them. It was a Wilson RV produced in 1992. If nothing else, it was a solid car. After hitting someone, it ran over without slowing down and drove dozens of Only then did he brake and stop.

"It's broken! I think I bumped into someone!"

Daisy Lewis, who was driving, looked panicked. Dr. Jane Foster and Dr. Schallvig, who were behind her just now, were arguing about how the nine-star scene was formed. They wanted to rush to a place where the electromagnetic field changed drastically. The two After some discussion, the doctor asked his student Daisy to drive.

Daisy also wanted to hear what the teachers were saying, and kept tilting her head to eavesdrop. She never expected that a shirtless man with disheveled hair would suddenly appear on the Gobi Desert in the middle of the night, and he would be illuminated by the headlights in front of the car. It was white as snow and still covered in blood, like a ghost.

She wanted to press the brakes instead of the accelerator, and then the man was knocked away.

Humans generally believe that ghosts have no body, so a humanoid creature that can be knocked away and send force feedback must be a living person.

Daisy felt that she had committed a murder and was so panicked that she almost buried her face in the headlight on her chest.

As a teacher, Jane also looked grinning. Although she was a teacher, she was actually a few years older than Daisy, and she was just a young girl. She didn't know what to do when faced with this situation.

Fortunately, Professor Salvig, who was traveling with him, had more experience. He calmly picked up his weapon and got out of the car to check, and found an unconscious naked man.

"It's okay, I'm still angry!"

Since the man miraculously survived, they sent the man to the hospital overnight.

But when the doctors' examination was over, they suspected that the professor and his team were playing a prank, because the strong man had no injuries at all and was just fainted from hunger.

In the past, some people sent comatose homeless people to the hospital and tormented the doctors and nurses for fun. These people had no identity or medical insurance, and they would lose money no matter how they treated them.

Schallvig said that they were all scientific workers with official status, not boring people who like to play pranks. However, when faced with the doctor's questions, they really could not answer the identity of the strange man or any other information.

Just when he was embarrassed, the comatose strong man suddenly woke up, first beat the doctors and nurses, and then shouted that he was Thor, the God of Thunder, and that he wanted to return to the fairy palace to control thunder!

Okay, there is no need to discuss it now. The doctor called the security guard. Several people controlled the strong man, administered a few injections of sedatives, and transferred the strong man directly to a public mental hospital, which was specially designed to prevent mental patients from disrupting social order. With the establishment of a specialized agency, no one now has to worry about medical fees.

Professor Charvel and the others had to go to the police station to record a statement, while Thor was escorted to the hospital and thrown into a small dark room.

The conditions in the new place were pretty good. Everyone lived in a single room, with a bed fixed into the concrete floor. There were also belts to tie people tightly to the bed to ensure they slept soundly.

The pants were peeled off. There was a round hole on the bed board and mattress, facing the buttocks. There was a stainless steel basin underneath that was not washed all year round to collect feces and urine. There was a strange smell in the room.

In order to prevent patients with delusions and mania from committing suicide, Thor's mouth was stuffed with a ball. He wanted to call out to Heimdall, but he could only make a hesitant sound.

The binding was so tight that after every struggle, Thor had to breathe hard and inhale more of the stench.

These smells made him feel nauseous, but his mouth was blocked and his stomach was too empty to spit out, so he could only keep rolling his eyes and retching.

He felt that he was going to die, and he was probably the first Aesir to die from vomiting. Shouldn't he be able to enter Valhalla?

After a hard night like this, while he was staring at the ceiling in a daze, he suddenly heard the sound of unlocking coming from the door.

"Ha, by the way, this is my friend Thor. He is traveling from Northern Europe. I am the tour guide hired by his father."

A voice that sounded a bit mean for some reason came out. He could barely move his head, and saw a strange blond man walking in, carrying a small pink schoolbag cutely.

Thor's eyes lit up. He didn't recognize this person, but he had seen the small pink schoolbag in Vanaheim. He had planned to buy one for Sif.

Someone with similar aesthetics to him must not be a bad person, let alone one sent by Odin?

Let's escape from here first. It's better to follow a stranger than to be sick to death here.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!!!"

He squirmed and whimpered like a wounded animal.

The nurse who was responsible for guarding actually had some professional ethics. He walked to the bedside and slapped Thor a few times. After making sure that the other person was just glaring at him and showing no obvious signs of illness, he asked the stranger:

"Your client seems to have calmed down now, but mania is an intermittent disorder and we strongly advise against allowing him to continue traveling but to go to a more professional nursing home for rest."

"I understand, can I take him away now?" The blond man pinched his nose and looked at the barren mountains outside the window through the iron bars: "The smell here reminds me of the orphanage when I was a child. At that time, we didn't have any To use the toilet, you need to align the anus with the small hole in the manhole cover on the street, so it often gets everywhere, but that’s how I learned my marksmanship.”

"I'm afraid this is a bit difficult. He injured several doctors and nurses in the hospital before. The police are also investigating his identity now, and his discoverer is still taking notes..."

The nurse touched his belly and spoke very slowly. He lowered his head and couldn't see his expression. He could only see an obvious brown stain on his clothes.

Wade smiled. He reached into his schoolbag and took out some green paper: "What if...for Mr. Franklin's sake?"

There was a reassuring friction sound when the banknotes were being rubbed. It was a fibrous feeling like paper and cloth. It sounded like little claws scratching people's hearts.

"You go through the back door. There is a passage for transporting corpses. There are no cameras."

The other party takes the money and disappears. This is the philosophy of survival for little people.