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In the dimly lit corridor, a doctor wearing a white coat and a mask pushed a trolley and walked slowly over. His leather shoes stepped on the smooth floor, leaving a slightly cold reflection. The pace slowed down and finally stopped in front of a door.
Looking over the top of his shoes and looking through the crack in 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 lightly on the door. When he heard no response from the other side, he said in a gentle tone like coaxing a child: "No, Cindy, open the door, take the medicine." Time is up."
There was still no movement in the door. The doctor held the door handle and said, "You don't need any diagnosis and treatment this week. You just need to take good medicine. I swear, no one will bother you again..."
The atmosphere in the corridor and in the room was quiet. The dim lights flickered, making the hospital look a bit scary. A gloved hand reached over the medicine box on the cart and tapped it gently with his finger. He tapped the tops of the bottles of medicine, then took one out and flicked the cap.
Hearing this voice, the feet in the crack of the door began to tremble a little, and some tiny 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 an irresistible coldness in the end.
The crying inside became louder and louder. With a "click", the door opened a small crack. The doctor pushed the door open and walked in. A bald female patient wearing a hospital gown was pressing her body against the corner, holding her hands on each other. She had two walls, which seemed to give her some sense of security.
The doctor didn't look at her after walking in, but turned back, pushed the cart in, and started operating on the cart. He said: "Starting from today, the dose of medicine will be reduced, and you will also 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 from the medicine bottle. As he was busy, he said: "You can't use your telekinesis to damage the fence. Remember last time? You damaged the newly repaired hedge." It’s wrong that I have to hire a gardener again.”
The female patient named Cindy, when she heard the word hedge, it was like a fear switch was turned on. She whimpered and kept hiding in the corner, shaking her head and saying: "No, no, I don't want to go out. …”
"It's good for your condition to go out and relax properly. Cindy, think about your mother. Didn't I invite her here before? She is really worried about your condition."
Hearing the word mother, Cindy closed her eyes in despair. As if all her strength had been drained away, her body slowly slid down against the wall, and finally sat on the ground, hugging her knees with both hands and burying her head in her arms. among.
"You madman... let us go, let me go..." She cried intermittently, but the doctor was unmoved. He said, "It seems that you have some visual and auditory hallucinations again." symptom.."
"Don't be like this, Cindy, only by cooperating with treatment can your condition improve."
The doctor finally got the syringe, and a few drops of medicine dripped from the tip of the needle. He took the syringe and walked over and squatted down. He looked at Cindy and said, "I'm sorry, I'm not educating you. I know that you are treating the teacher very well." The character is very scared 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 to her ear and said: "...Yes, I know. You are scared because it was your mother who sent you You went to him for tutoring, and after knowing what he did, you asked you to use this to threaten him into giving you money..."
Cindy's body was shaking violently. The doctor reached out and touched Cindy's back with his gloved hand. He said, "Don't worry, everything will be fine."
"If you're in too much pain, the medicine can calm you down a little bit. Listen, take a deep breath...yeah, turn your head to the side, I'm going to inject you."
Cindy was shaking more and more violently, but she unconsciously followed the doctor's instructions, as if she was also expecting the medicine to alleviate some of her current pain.
She slowly turned her head to the side until she felt a sharp object piercing her blood vessels. When the medicine flowed through her blood, she gained a long-lost peace, and then slowly curled up in the corner and fell asleep.
Pulling out the needle, the doctor stood up and turned to look at the setting sun outside the window. In the light of the setting sun, he could see the sign standing outside the abandoned mental hospital. The slightly old sign was decorated with flowers. The name of this mental hospital is written in English - "Sage of the Woods".
As the light of the setting sun shone into the window, a man in a nursing uniform was sweeping the floor with a broom. Suddenly, he heard a series of footsteps on the floor with leather shoes, and his movements froze.
With the soft sound of the door handle turning, the door creaked open, and a doctor wearing a white coat and a mask walked in, but he turned around, waved to the nurse holding a broom and said: "Lamplighter, come here and help me. The wheels of this cart seem to be broken."
The nurse who was called the lamplighter quickly put down the broom and walked up. He squatted down, looked at the wheel and said, "Oh, Dr. Schiller, it seems that the bearing is stuck. Wait a minute..."
As he said that, he stood up again, looked around, and said a little embarrassedly: "I may need a wrench. I'll go to the tool room to get it."
"No, don't go yet. Let's take it back to the preparation room first. Today's airing time is about to begin, and you still have to help."
The lamplighter's movements stiffened again, and he raised his eyes to look at the doctor. By chance, 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, steady and elegant, with a bit of a scholar's bookish air. His voice is always calm when he speaks, and he is very patient with patients. But after seeing his face, the lamplighter He immediately looked away, turned around quickly, and put his hand on his lips, as if to hide some of his expression.
"What's wrong with you?" The doctor known as Schiller turned to look at him and said, "Are you feeling a little uncomfortable again? Where is your lighter? The soothing object will help you stabilize your mood better."
"No, it's nothing..." The lamplighter took a deep breath. He seemed to have plucked up the courage, and then turned back to Schiller and said, "Who is there during today's free time? Cindy will..."
"No, she just took the medicine and has fallen asleep now. Her mood has been very stable recently. I think she can also participate in the parade tomorrow or the day after tomorrow."
"Wait a minute." The lamplighter suddenly spoke. He squeezed his fingers and the muscles in his arms trembled a little. He said, "I heard from the doctor that Storm seems to be coming to this hospital for inspection tomorrow. She... is difficult to deal with. , doctor, we..."
"It doesn't matter, everything is as usual." Schiller shook his head, as if he didn't care, paused, and said, "Okay, tomorrow I will give Xindi a larger dose of medicine to prevent her from running out. .”
Finished. He pushed the somewhat unreliable cart out. The lamplighter followed behind him and said, "Doctor, I'd better push it. It looks a bit broken."
"It's okay, how's things going lately? Do obsessive behaviors still happen 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, walk to the mirror, or keep spinning around the bed. I can't control myself."
"It doesn't matter. No treatment can be done in one step. There is no magic medicine in this world that can quickly cure all diseases. If someone says there is, then he must be lying to you."
"Thank you." The lamplighter stepped forward, took the trolley from Schiller's hand, and pushed it forward. He 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 other doctors? You didn't tell me before."
The lamplighter's fingers suddenly trembled, and he stammered: "Yes, but he is not a doctor who treats mental illness. I have been burned before and went to see a doctor in the burn department..."
"How did he say?"
The lamplighter's hand tightly grasped the handle of the cart, and the veins on his hand appeared. This seemed to bring back bad memories for him. He said: "I didn't say anything to him, it was my father who was talking to him." communicate."
"He told my dad that situations like this will happen often in the future." The lamplighter seemed to be holding a breath, and then sighed along with his next sentence: "...but my dad doesn't care. "
"I have mentioned before, don't always think about those who have mentally controlled you. I know it is difficult to get rid of their control, but you have to work hard, otherwise you will never become You can’t find your true self.”
The lamplighter took two deep breaths, his fingers gradually relaxed, and then said: "I tried it, just as you said, and it actually feels really good. I haven't had such a good rest in a long time." Already..."
After saying that, 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 fear, which then turned into gratitude, but soon turned into fear again.
This drastic change in expression made him look like his face was twitching uncontrollably. The lamplighter swallowed, turned his head back, and tried hard to control his emotions.
He wondered, when did his already dark and hopeless life begin to change?
Perhaps, one night a few months ago, after lightning, the sound of breaking glass woke him up from the bed, or it couldn't be said that he was awakened, because he was not asleep at all.
When he recalled these things now, he still felt amazing, because at that time, in a corridor, he saw broken glass and a man in a white coat holding a job notice. That's Schiller.
The lamplighter who was pushing the cart in the corridor shook his head. He did not remember this scene very clearly. He only remembered that Dr. Schiller got up from the ground in a somewhat embarrassed manner at that time, but he did not show any anger. expression.
At that time, the lamplighter standing in the dark corridor saw Schiller opening 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 threw me into a strange world?"
Seeing that he was acting like a psychopath, the lamplighter raised his head and complained to the air: "There is nothing official at all, it is all personal grudges."
Later, he found Schiller's eyes on him, and Schiller asked him: "Who are you?"
The lamplighter said nothing, he just took out the lighter, and then from between his palms, a fierce flame was sprayed towards Schiller, but this attack did not 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 he actually chose such a dangerous world... …”
He sighed, shook his head and said, "It seems that a more dangerous guy is needed to deal with all this. I'm going to take a vacation."
After saying that, he lowered his head and was stunned for a moment, then returned to normal. He just turned back to look at the lamplighter, and when he met his eyes, he saw astonishing danger and madness in his eyes.
"What are you thinking about?" Schiller's calm voice pulled the lamplighter out of his memories. The lamplighter shook his head and said: "I was thinking about the first time we met, doctor, how did you get here? Coming?"
"Didn't I show you the employment notice? My superior sent me here."
The lamplighter stretched out a hand and scratched his head and said, "I know this, I just didn't expect Walter to have such a...good doctor like you."
Schiller smiled and said: "Do you think I am a good doctor? I remember you ran to me when you saw me at the beginning."
The originally relaxed expression of the lamplighter froze again. He swallowed and said nothing. As the two chatted and walked forward, they passed through the courtyard in the center of the hospital and went down 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 chair on the far left is not in good condition. Please replace it." .”
The lamplighter's lips began to tremble, and he seemed to be forced to turn his head. He closed his eyes and slowly turned his head to the center of the hall. When he opened his eyes, it was still the same horrific scene that appeared in his nightmares every day.
The empty hospital hall only has rows and rows of seats used to rest while waiting, but now they are full of people.
In other words, it's not a person, but a corpse.
There are four rows of chairs, and in each row sits a corpse that died in a different way. They were all fixed in the same posture, with their arms crossed on their chests and their hands on both sides of their necks, high and low. Looking up, the only difference is that their death methods are all bizarre.
The lamplighter began to tremble all over, and those images kept playing in his mind. The first person he saw sitting on the leftmost row of chairs was the person Schiller pointed out to replace. Like a fat man sitting in a chair.
But the lamplighter knew very well that Duncan was actually a thin man, but now his skin was completely filled with dirt.
Just because he killed another patient with his superpower that could turn others into clay, Schiller stuffed the person he turned into clay into his body.
The lamplighter closed his eyes hard. Before that, he could clearly see the suture marks on Duncan's abdominal and chest cavities. He remembered clearly that when the doctor performed the sutures, Duncan was still alive, even though he had lost his body. More than 60% of his internal organs, but he was indeed conscious.
The lamplighter will never forget that after Schiller had done all this, he put a seed down Duncan's throat with his gloves on, and then said to him: "You like soil so much, I guess, become A flowerpot should be your best destination."
Duncan was still alive at that time, but his expression told the lamplighter that he had never wanted death so much.
The lamplighter trembled and turned his head back. He stared at the medicine bottles on the trolley, but in fact he didn't recognize all the words on them. He seemed to be trying to read something from these medicine bottles. Same.
This doctor, who always looked so calm and gentle, killed all the patients who were disobedient and wanted 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 kind of torture, while others, like him, were truly saved from fear, pain and torture.
Finally walking through the hall, these dozens of seconds made the lamplighter feel as long as centuries. He breathed a sigh of relief. After arriving at the preparation room, he first pushed the cart in and put it in the correct position. Then he turned around and walked out. When he saw Schiller's back standing in front of the preparation table, he said hesitantly: "Doctor, be careful of the Super Seven..."
"I will."
What the lamplighter didn't expect was that Schiller answered the question head-on for the first time. The lamplighter stood in front of the door and turned around. He saw Schiller still playing with medical instruments he didn't recognize at the table. He shook his head. Then he turned around and went out.
Standing in front of the table, Schiller was replenishing new potion bottles on the shelf while thinking about the plot of this world.
The Black Robe is an anti-superhero comic where almost all superheroes with superpowers are villains, including many familiar people from the Motherland.
These superheroes all come from a company called Walt. These companies arrange plots one after another to make these superheroes behave like heroes in order to win the favor of the people and then earn their money.
A plot that has been surrounding the TV series Black Robe for several seasons is that Vought is not satisfied with being just a company that cultivates idols, they want to privatize war.
The reason why this series is called the Black Robe Pickets is because another group of people were dissatisfied with the hypocritical and cruel way this group of superheroes acted, so they organized the Black Robe Pickets to stop their evil behaviors.
The Lamplighter played an important role in this drama, because he once used his superpowers to kill the grandson of the former leader of the black robe pickets.
The Watt Company announced to the public that the lamplighter was dead, but in fact they threw him into this mental hospital as a human cremator.
The psychiatric hospital where Schiller is located is called "The Sage of the Woods" and has a very special background. It has also appeared in TV series. To put it simply, it is a laboratory for manufacturing superheroes. The Walt Company uses a Plant special potions, transform and cultivate superheroes here, 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 provides very formal treatment to the patients here. However, during the treatment process, it is inevitable that some disobedient people will cause trouble. The security personnel They always come out to cause trouble, so they all disappear.
Perhaps because this hospital has not uploaded detailed experimental data and information for a long time, Storm Girl, one of the seven-person group, will come to inspect in advance.
Near dusk the next day, a luxurious extended car parked at the entrance of this slightly deserted mental hospital. A woman with black hair walked out of the car, holding a phone while walking and said: "Either you recruit me?" Those data clerks are not dedicated enough, or there is something wrong with the old server, isn't it always like this?"
With that said, she opened the iron door outside the mental hospital and walked in. Before she could enter the building, she stopped, and then said with some confusion: "...Why do I smell the smell of blood? "
The woman wrinkled her nose vigorously and said on the other end of the phone: "Storm Girl? What's wrong? Why don't you speak?"
"No...it's okay, it's just..." Storm Girl narrowed her eyes. She looked at the old hospital, but she seemed to see a strange cold temperament in its familiar appearance.
"Huh." She hung up the phone directly and walked quickly inside. This was the way Storm Girl dealt with things. She felt that nothing in this world could scare her.
After walking up the stairs to the door, the light shone on the door, giving the glass a hazy halo, making it difficult for Storm Girl to see what was inside.
She stretched out her hand and stopped in front of the glass door. She hesitated for a moment, but still pushed the door open.
Then, she saw the waiting "patients" sitting in neat rows in the hospital lobby.
Storm was stunned.
There is no doubt that Storm Girl has killed many people, but she has never seen so many bizarre ways of death. When this picture hit her eyes, the amount of suffocating information in it made her think. It stopped running immediately.
The light from the windows on both sides came in. All the patients maintained the same posture, holding their chests with their hands, putting their hands on the sides of their necks, and then raising their heads, as if praying for something.
After the information was analyzed by the brain, the moment Storm Girl realized what happened, she covered her neck and started to retching.
Suddenly, a "click" sound came from the hospital's radio, like the sound of a microphone just being turned on.
Storm Girl was startled. She coughed twice, tried to straighten up, took two steps back, and said, "Who?! Who is there?!"
"Please ask patient No. 3203 to go to clinic 201 for treatment. Please ask patient No. 3203 to go to clinic 201 for treatment..."
A deep male voice came from the radio. It was a voice that Storm Girl had never heard before. She shook her head and the muscles in her neck twitched hard. After the initial panic, an indescribable anger surged. Come up.
In an instant, cyclones and storms invisible to the naked eye swept through the entire hospital lobby, tearing everything into pieces. Debris and dust fell along with limbs and blood. Storm Girl gasped for air, smiled silently, and said : "Don't try to scare me by pretending to be a ghost!"
Suddenly, another voice sounded from the radio that fell to the ground: "Please note that the patient's time for ventilation has come. Unrelated personnel should go to the safe room immediately and wait. Do not leave until you hear the announcement."
"I repeat, it's time for the patient to be ventilated..."
During the sound of the broadcast, Storm Girl suddenly heard subtle footsteps behind her. She turned around suddenly and saw a man wearing a hospital gown standing behind her, with electric light flashing all over his body.
Storm Girl showed a disdainful smile, and just when she was about to raise her hand to kill him, she heard more footsteps behind her. She turned her body back again and found countless patients wearing hospital gowns slowly walking towards them. She comes.
Storm Girl took two steps back and said: "What do you want to do? I am one of the members of the Seven Group of Walter Company! Do you think you can beat me? What do you want to do? Stop it..."
Seeing that those people not only did not stop, but walked faster and faster, for some reason, Storm Girl suddenly felt a panic in her heart. Even though she knew that these people together could not defeat her, people were surrounded by similar creatures. Sometimes, I always feel fear instinctively.
Storm Girl waved her hand, and a patient in the front row instantly turned into blood foam. She showed a wild smile again. She thought that this group of people would scream and run away, just like what she had experienced before.
But, they didn't.
The patients just stared at Storm Girl numbly, and then walked towards her step by step, like a group of puppets or a group of mindless zombies.
Anyone who faces a group of monsters that look like humans but seem to have no consciousness will feel weird and frightened from the bottom of their hearts. There were some changes in Storm Girl's mentality. She wanted to reach out and knock everyone down, but when she raised her hand, she found that her fingers were trembling.
The increasingly thick smell of blood penetrated his nose. The depressing and groggy atmosphere of the mental hospital made everything look even more terrifying. Storm Girl's arms began to tremble a little. She swallowed a mouthful of saliva and stepped back. Then he said: "Just wait, Watt Company will not let you go!"
The moment she turned around and wanted to leave, a piercing alarm sounded from the radio again: "Please ask patient No. 3203 to go to clinic 201 for treatment. Please ask patient No. 3203 to go to clinic 201 for treatment..."
"Enough!!" Storm Girl shouted. She waved her hand and a shock wave smashed the broadcast equipment to pieces, but the broadcast sound still did not stop. Only then did Storm Girl realize that the voice coming from above her head , not broadcast...
She turned around, looked up, and saw the figure standing in the corridor on the second floor, looking down at her.
At this time, Storm Girl did not realize that her orientation and posture became exactly the same as those of the "patients" who had been waiting in the hall.
It was late at night, and a subtle "swishing" sound sounded in the dark hall. In the dark hospital lobby, a figure holding a broom was slowly sweeping away the wreckage and severed limbs on the ground.
The original rows of seats had been reduced to pieces by Storm Girl'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 in front of the feet of Storm Girl's body. He found that one of Storm Girl's calves was lying limply on the leg of the chair. He looked down and found that the bones in the calf had been removed.
He shook his head and didn't think too much. He just assumed that the terrible doctor had come up with some new ideas during the operation.
He slowly swept the ground, sweeping aside all the messy wreckage that had been created during the day, and clearing a path for people to enter and exit. I don't know why, in such a terrifying environment, with a body tied up in a strange way, The lamplighter didn't feel scared when he got along with the corpse in such a posture.
Perhaps it's because he knows that a full beast is less dangerous.
The lamplighter had long discovered that Dr. Schiller would only treat one patient a day. If someone had already sat on the chair, it meant that everyone else was safe.
He sighed and thought that Dr. Schiller had been treating Storm for almost four hours, which meant that the doctor should have eaten very well today. Maybe all the patients would be able to sleep well tonight, including himself.
But things are unpredictable. Just when he finished all his work, put the broom away in the warehouse, and was about to go to bed, he suddenly saw a beam of light flashing through the window on the side of the warehouse.
The lamplighter squinted his eyes. Although he had not left the mental hospital for a long time, he could still tell that it should be the fleeting light of the car lights.
He walked to the window, opened it, looked around, and then found that there seemed to be several black figures moving in a small forest not far to the east of the mental hospital.
The lamplighter looked back, groped near the wall, and turned off the light switch, but after turning off the light. He did not leave, but came to the window again and observed the scene over there through the window.
As expected, several people in the grove seemed to think that he, the cleaner, had not noticed anything unusual, so they began to act boldly, and 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 car lights would definitely wake up the beast that had just eaten and drank.
But he was still a step late. Just as he was walking up the stairs, Schiller buttoned his clothes and walked down. When he saw the lamplighter, he said, "Good evening, haven't you gone to bed yet?" "
"Oh, not yet, doctor. I just cleaned up down there and am getting ready to go to bed."
"What happened to that burst of light just now?" Schiller squinted his eyes, as if he had just been awakened. He said, "Coming to such a mental hospital at this time, they should have a very urgent condition that needs treatment. ?”
The lamplighter opened his mouth, not knowing how to answer. He thought that if those suspicious figures were from Walter Company, then he should immediately give a positive answer. In this way, in the center of the hospital lobby, there would be another scene tomorrow. There are a few more patients waiting for treatment.
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. He thought for a while, and finally turned around and went to the warehouse, picked up the broom again, and started sweeping the floor.
As he scanned, he found three sneaky figures moving in front of the door. The lamplighter walked to the corridor next to him and stood there for a while. Sure enough, when those people saw him leaving, they immediately left. Sneaked through the door.
They got a little closer, and when they lit the lamp, they discovered that it was a white man, a black man, and an Asian woman. As soon as they walked in through the door, they were shocked by the strong smell of blood inside.
At this moment, there was a "pop" and all the lights in the lobby were turned on.
The lamplighter walked out of the corridor carrying a broom and said, "Are you used to using the main door for your infiltration operations?"
The white man among them immediately took out a gun and pointed it at the lamplighter. The lamplighter squinted his eyes and did not recognize him. However, after the white man holding the gun got used to the sudden intense light, he opened his eyes wide and said, "Light the lamp." people?!!"
The first thing the other two people saw was not the lamplighter, but the bizarre and terrifying scene in the hall. The Storm Girl, whom they were once very familiar with and whose name they had cursed countless times, was seeing her body in a strange shape. Pose is tied to a chair.
Yes, it was easy to tell that it was a corpse, because only the spine was left below her chest and above her pelvis.
Her arms were crossed on her chest, her hands were touching the sides of her neck, and her head was tilted up. 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 angrily wanted to shoot. The black man stopped him, shook his shoulder and said: " Wait! Frankie! Wake up!!"
The black man took away his gun, broke off his head and said, "Look at that! Storm! She's dead!!"
Frankie was about to yell angrily. He tilted his head slightly and saw the horrifying death of Storm Girl. His words were instantly suppressed. A nauseous feeling kept rising up. He held his hands. His neck began to retching.
The Asian woman supported him. Frankie vomited for a while, then stood up with great effort and said, "What the hell is going on? Why are there so many... human organs in this hall..."
Just when he finished saying this, the three people's eyes fell on the broom in the lamplighter's hand.
The lamplighter looked down at the blood 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 wants to see you, so come with me." "
Said. He turned around and was about to go upstairs. Franky shouted loudly: "Don't follow him! It must be a trap! He is the murderer who burned Mallory's grandson to death! A cruel superhero! And the gang of seven We’re in the same group!!”
"He is, I'm not." A strange voice suddenly appeared on the second floor. Several people looked up and saw a doctor in a white coat, resting his arms on the guardrail. When they saw him, the doctor He straightened up and said, "I know what you want to do here. The hard drive that stores Walter's data is in my hand. If you want it, just come here."
Finished. He turned around and walked towards a consulting room. The three people who were staying there now were either leaving or not.
This is not an ordinary world. If we don’t leave, no one knows whether the lamplighter in front of us will suddenly explode and burn them all into cokes. They also don’t know whether the mysterious doctor just now has any superpowers and will kill him immediately. Kill them.
But if he leaves, this mission will be a complete failure, and the operation against Watt Company will be in a deadlock.
In the end, it was the black man who made up his mind. He glanced around and said in a low voice: "It seems that the doctor is sane, different from those crazy superpowers."
"Maybe this is just a trap, Milk, don't you find all this strange?" Frankie still disagreed a little.
"If there was a trap, the three of us should have become like her by now." The black man known as Milk glanced at Storm Girl with his eyes. Looking at Kimiko's changing expressions, he comforted: " If I guessed correctly, it was the doctor who killed Storm Girl just now, which shows that he and the Seven may also have a grudge."
"He killed Storm, took over the hospital, and even recruited the Lamplighter. This shows that he is very likely to be someone who is determined to oppose superheroes like us. If we can get his help, we want to There is hope for revenge."
Franky took a deep breath, and after calming down, he felt that what the milk said made sense. If the doctor had malicious intentions, he could kill Storm Girl, and several of his own would have died long ago.
"And if he really killed Storm Girl, then he must have a way to kill these super humans. We have to find this way. Hiding like this is not the answer."
Milky and Frankie had a conversation and finally reached an agreement. They decided not to reveal the fact that there was someone outside to help, or the three of them should follow the lamplighter up to see the doctor.
In this way, the trio followed the lamplighter and shuttled through the dark hospital. The hospital was eerily quiet at night, 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 down, as if they were afraid of being discovered by some ferocious beast.
When I arrived at the clinic door and opened the door, I saw a completely different scene from outside the hospital. It was a bright office with warm lights that conveyed warmth. There were various books and sundries on the bookshelf, and the desktop There was a pile of unpacked documents on the floor.
After the lamplighter opened the door and let the three people in, he stood by the door and said, "Doctor, I brought them all."
"Thank you, go back and rest."
The lighting person nodded, and he left without any hesitation. Franci stared at him and touched Franci with his elbows. Frank's talent turned his head.
However, the lighting person did not hesitate to turn his head away, but made the milk a little worried. In his opinion, the lighting person was already a very powerful superpowers, but the doctor did not need him at all. protection of.
The milk that has been contacted with the Super Seven Group is very clear. Although these superheroes have a strong power, they have a large group of bodyguards everywhere, as if they are afraid of those ordinary people who have no power of chickens. To them are the same.
Thinking of this, the milk turned to look at the doctor again. He looked very ordinary, was a doctor who could not be standard. The doctor walked to the back of the table and looked up at them, "Fortunately, my name is the meeting. Le, Schiller Rodriguez, you can call me Dr. Schiller directly. "
"Who are you? Why did you appear here? What's the matter with the stormy woman outside? Where is the information?" Frankle almost couldn't wait to ask.
The milk hit Frank again with his elbow, signaling that he should not be so impatient, let alone facing a strange doctor with unknown ability. Even ordinary people, for the first time, asked so many questions, it was a bit rude.
But unexpectedly, the doctor was not angry. Schiller just shook his head and said, "You have too many questions, first find a question you want to know the most."
Before France opened, the body of Ximiko beside him trembled, and the milk hurried to appease her. He said, "The one on the outside ... the body, what is going on?"
"You should be more familiar with her than me. She broke into it, and I killed him."
The milk opened his mouth, and he said, "She ... broke into it? But isn't this a psychiatric hospital for Water?"
"Who said that?"
The milk pursed his lips, and he didn't know how to answer the question. Siller took the question: "Watt's mental hospital? Then do they cure any mental patient here?"
"I think ... shouldn't, right, isn't it used here to treat mental illness?"
"Yes, but I cured all the patients here, so who is this hospital?"
The milk decided not to continue to discuss this issue with him. He then asked again, "So who are you? Why do you come to this hospital?"
"I have introduced it, I am Schiller Rodriguez, a doctor. I know you may guess what other identities I have, but in fact, I am really just an ordinary doctor. .”
"Like all doctors, my duty is to treat patients. In the last few months, I have achieved a lot of results in this hospital, but the woman sitting downstairs in the hall downstairs killed a lot The patient waiting for a doctor, so she sat there. "
The milk was immediately understood. This doctor is likely to have revenge with the seven group. He has seen too many such people because some important relatives and friends have been killed by superheroes and become crazy. It seemed normal to be crazy long ago.
then. He cleared his throat and said, "We are all people who have encountered the same as you. We are now dealing with the super seven group of Water and its organization. We hope to get help from you."
"I know. This is your purpose here." Schiller picked up the glasses from the table, put it on himself, and turned to look at it again. We have time to talk slowly. "
The milk shook his head and said, "No, you killed the storm woman. They all had the tracker left by Water in their bodies. They would soon find you ..."
After speaking, the milk itself also reacted. Theoretically, at the moment when the storm woman was killed, Water should have the pressure on this psychiatric hospital. After a while, after so long, the seven group had not yet come.
The milk immediately raised his eyes and asked, "Do you have the 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 one time, so you stay, and the two of them go to the clinic next to the side to wait."
As soon as France was about to refuse, the milk stepped forward and pushed him out. He whispered, "It is best to listen to him, and now Himi Miko's state is a bit unstable. You go there to accompany her there."
After sending both of them, the milk sat opposite Schiller and looked at Schiller's eyes and asked, "What do you want to talk about?"
"Of course it's your most interesting topic."
"What is the topic I am most interested in?"
"Super hero."
"No, don't use that word!" The milk took a deep breath, and there was an irresistible anger in his tone. He said, "This is not just insulting these words, but also insulting the language."
Schiller shook his head and said, "You misunderstood, I refer to the group of idiots packaged by Water."
The milk kept staring at Schiller's eyes, and he saw a calm and deep sea from there. He was as if he was infected by this look. He gradually calmed down. Schiller said:
"What I want to talk about is the real superhero I have ever seen."
The milk didn't quite understand what he meant. He shook his head slightly, but Schiller explained patiently: "I know, in your life, I have hardly encountered any good things. Everyone is like this. Some of them are very bad, and they are almost available, but everyone knows that this cannot be blamed for them. "
"But I am different from you. Fortunately, I have encountered many people who can truly become super heroes during some time."
Schiller's slightly nostalgic tone, successfully attracted milk. He looked at Schiller's eyes and asked, "What do they look like?"
"Just like you."
This is an answer that is completely out of milk. He did not hear any glory, greatness, heroic and other words from Schiller's mouth.
He gently made a tremolo from his nose, as if hearing the most ridiculous jokes in the world, Schiller said to him seriously, "I don't have a joke, they are the same as you and your companions."
"A group of ordinary people need to eat, sleep, have their own jobs, and some are still in school."
The milk is like hearing a mythical story. He said, "How is it possible? Super heroes shouldn't be ..."
He paused for a long time, and could not find an adjective. In the end, he could only use a few empty words to describe: "It is the kind of shirt and uniform, standing under the flash, and shaking hands with people everywhere ..."
"Aren't you talking about the super seven group?"
The milk was stunned a bit, and finally said helplessly: "Well, I really have no concept of such people."
"What do you understand?"
The milk was hesitant, his lips moved, and then said, "Ordinary people are like us, there are no superpowers, good people ... maybe there are, but I haven't seen it, superhero ..."
He shook his head and seemed to be very disliked to mention the word, and then Schiller said, "In my opinion, they are one."
"The group of people I know, they are all ordinary people, have their own lives, they will be tired, annoyed, and occasionally make trouble."
"But they are also good people. Bleeding and injuries will not let them give up their justice. The character of some people can even be described as noble."
"And superhero ..." Schiller shook his head and said, "There are no superheroes in this world, and only one group of ordinary people who are working hard to be people."
The milk made a dry cough from his throat. I do n’t know why. He tilted his head to avoid Schiller's eyes. He felt that his eyes were a bit sour, and the corner of his mouth trembled. Obviously, this sentence made him think of many, many people. There is his father.
The emotions of milk finally couldn't control, and his inhaled voice trembled. He said:
"Maybe you don't know, my father ... he is, he ... he is just an ordinary person, but ... he worked hard to fight with Water Company to find a fair …”
The milk was wiped out and said, "Finally ... he was exhausted, not an adjective ..."
"He has no super physical and self -healing ability. He is not a super human. He must not sleep or eat, so in the end, he died."
The milk stretched out his hands, covered his mouth, and gritted his teeth and said, "But now, the word hero is occupied by the group of devil who deceived the world. Now as long as I read this word, I feel disgusting ..."
"Then why not take it back?"
"We are doing it, but ..."
"I know you are sad, but have you ever thought that your father's encounter has actually woke you up. This way is not good."
Schiller looked at the milk's eyes, and the milk saw that the calm sea in the doctor's eyes suddenly turned on the endless black tide. He heard Schiller said:
"They are a group of criminals."
"The only criminals who can deal with criminals."
The milk was repeated again: "Only those who can deal with criminals?"
"who are you?"
"who are we?"
"You are revenge."
"We are revenge? ... Yes, we are revenge, we are ..."
"... the black robe pension team."
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Let me tell you that this was originally free of compensation for various problems outside the monthly votes. As a result, the newly built volumes from the starting point did not allow me to build a free volume, but I put the first volume to disrupt the text again.
14,000 words, and I only opened a head, and I couldn't even more speak in a little bit.
And the black robe world view is a bit dark. I'm afraid of being reported for free. The money that can be subscribed! (I didn't understand the starting point red envelope, can I not send money directly? Why do I have to get a recommendation ticket?)
If you add a group, you can see it under the introduction.
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