The Death Knell

Poor Thor was still regarded as mentally ill, but he didn't notice why others looked at him so strangely. His eyes fell on the other hammers in the laboratory, as if he planned to start from here. .

"It's so disgusting." Daisy whispered to the teacher.

"It's not disgusting, it's just unhygienic." Jane Foster is more tolerant towards mental patients. This is a doctor's instinct.

Daisy, who had two big lumps on her chest, hugged herself tightly, hid behind Jane and twisted a few times, and said in a trembling voice: "He, look at his crazy look, you said he wouldn't want it." Even we lick it, right?”

"Probably...not right?"

Jane is not sure. Her expertise is in heart disease and geriatric diseases, not a psychiatrist.

But she has heard that some patients with delusional disorder think they are werewolves or demons, and some think they are billionaires or African warlords.

Maybe the long-haired man's condition has worsened again? Think you are a dog?

"I don't feel safe at all when you say that." Daisy pulled the teacher back with a grimace and stayed away from Thor. As for Professor Salvig? It depends on his fate: "Should we go out and hide?"

While the two were talking in low voices, Thor pounced on another hammer, picked it up, sniffed it wildly, and then licked it several times with his tongue.

Seeing this, Jane felt a little unbearable. She turned around and took Daisy's hand, and the two of them got out of the other door of the tent. Even if it was sunny and dusty outside, it was still better than being in the tent with a madman. Get along well.

Daisy, who was walking quickly while turning her head to peek, breathed a sigh of relief after walking far away. With a look of survival on her face, she took the teacher and prepared to go to the cafeteria to hide first.

"Teacher, how much did SHIELD give you for this project? How much can I share?"

Jane smiled and squeezed her hand: "I've told you many times, this is not a school, you don't need to call me teacher, just call me Jane. The total amount of project remuneration is quite a lot, and you should be able to get a lot of it, too. But are you in a hurry for money?"

"That's not true. I'm about to graduate. I'm going to open a small shop in New York and open a cupcake shop with my friends."

Daisy shook her head. The money was not urgent. After all, it was not a matter of life and death.

But if the deposit is late, the dwarf manager of the restaurant may rent the vacant warehouse to someone else.

Jane felt a little strange. She brushed the broken hair in front of her eyes and hugged the student's arm:

"You can definitely continue your doctoral studies. Professor Schallvig will be willing to continue to guide you. Why do you think of selling cakes? And do you really know how to cook?"

"Just a few days ago, I suddenly woke up and wanted to open a cupcake shop. I really never thought about it before." Daisy put her finger to her mouth and bit it. She was also confused, but she quickly changed her mind. He looked relaxed: "I guess it's God's instruction, right? I'm a good cook. Before my parents went to prison, I was the one who cooked for our family..."

At this point, Daisy suddenly paused for a moment, showing a slightly sad look, then laughed again and continued:

"Anyway, I don't want to sell cakes in the store. I just want to be a partner and get dividends. Of course, I need to get a doctorate."

Jane hugged Daisy distressedly, but the girl hugged her back, and the two big lumps were so crowded that Jane almost suffocated.

She quickly pushed Daisy away and took a few sharp breaths:

"Phew! Do you want to sign a lease contract? I can lend you money first, but are you sure your partner is reliable? Do you need me to introduce another accounting firm to help you keep an eye on the accounts?"

The female student shook her head, and she held the teacher's hand again: "No, although I picked that guy up on the street, she is a graduate of Wharton School of Business, and she is also a silly and good person. She will definitely not compensate. Yes, can you lend me $50,000 first?"

Of course, this money is not just for rent. Since it is a cake shop, it also needs to buy things like a large oven. High-end kitchenware is always not cheap, especially the famous brand products of Wilson Enterprises.

Titanium is not only available in mobile phones, but also in titanium ovens, titanium microwave ovens, titanium gas stoves, etc...

Daisy is not very good at business, but she also knows that this kind of freshly baked shop has to operate in front of customers, so how about a shiny oven? Or is it better to use an oven like a black coal kiln?

Not only the skill of the chef, but also the presentation is sometimes very important.

"When we return to the sleeping tent later, I will charge my phone and transfer money to you." Jane shook Daisy's hand, indicating that it was okay, and continued to walk forward, smiling: "Although I can't cook , but I can eat, and I will help you try the products before your store opens."

"Then it's settled, I will pay it back as soon as possible, haha." Daisy jumped up and down happily. She was now ready to name the shop: "What do you want the shop to be called? Oops!"

Before she finished speaking, she suddenly stumbled. Jane quickly hugged her, so Daisy didn't fall.

The two women looked down and saw that there was a hammer for some reason above the big pit. Although it wasn't very heavy, it was still an iron lump after all, and it almost made people trip.

Daisy just kicked it and felt that her toenails were cracked. She burst into tears from the pain: "Xie Te! Who is it? You don't even care about dropping things here..."

Just bully her because her breasts are too big and she can't see the road when she lowers her head?

She bent down and struggled to pick up the hammer. She was about to throw it back to the bottom of the pit, but she was worried about hitting someone else, so she could only slowly jump forward with the hammer on her shoulder.

Her feet hurt, and she couldn't think of anything else now, so she was going to go back to the dormitory tent to check her toes.

"Why are you still carrying it?"

Jane felt distressed and funny at the same time. Her students usually walked with their heads held high, and sometimes they would show off to the teacher that their shoulders were so sore or that they were so tired. Now they finally suffered a loss, right?

"Put it in a safe and conspicuous place, and I will take you to the infirmary. These agents have doctors."

"Hiss! Fake, no! I have to take it with me. In case of a broken bone or amputation or something, I have to keep the evidence!" Daisy gritted her teeth and waved her little fist in front of her: "There are so many hammers here, just in case. What should I do if I get confused? Ah, it hurts..."

Jane was speechless. Although she felt that even if the evidence was preserved, she would not be able to contact anyone. These agents wore gloves all day long, but Daisy was probably in pain, so just follow her.

"Come on, put your arm on my shoulder. Do you know what makes you happy and sad today?"

"I curse him, curse him no matter who throws the hammer here, curse him when he goes out for breakfast and never has coffee, buys hot dogs without yellow mustard, buys pasta without ketchup! Ah!!!"

"Okay, okay, let's curse him together, come on."

Jane rolled her eyes, picked up one of the student's arms and walked towards the infirmary, leaving only the continuous 'fragrance' in everyone's ears.