"Early the next morning, I drove the NASA scientific research and monitoring vehicle provided to me by Lisa to Rocky Mountain National Park in Colorado. The accident report location was northeast of Longs Peak in Rocky Mountain National Park. There were three people... Mountaineering tourists reported the UFO crash. I did not intend to abide by the agreement with Lisa and only stay at the cutting-edge scientific research base outside the mountains. Instead, I planned to go deep into Rocky Mountain National Park. I felt that I should at least go Take a look at the accident scene, even if it is to commemorate those deceased colleagues. The east side of Longs Peak has the most difficult rock climbing route on the entire mountain, and the spacecraft just fell under the cliff of more than 2,500 feet, which means that, If I didn't want to take a detour, I would have to climb the mountain and then rappel. I wasn't ready to take such a risk, so I was just going to take a look from the top of the mountain to see if there was really anything special about the accident scene. Going to the top of the mountain is not a pleasant journey. It has nothing to do with the difficulty of climbing and the physical exertion. The scenery on the way is beautiful. The large dense jungle is dyed golden in the morning light, but I have no intention of enjoying it. I feel nervous. A senseless fear surrounded me. I had never considered myself timid, but when I stood on the edge of the cliff at the top of Longs Peak and looked down, I seemed to see an endless abyss, darkness, darkness and deeper. Dark. The lush large tree canopy blocked almost all the sunlight that hit the cliff. I saw some layers of curved black shadows entrenched under the tree canopy. The moist mucus twitched as they continued, and It is drawn into thin silver threads between opening and closing, and then overlapped to form a dense network. The color and posture are reminiscent of the intertwined fingers of several goddesses on medieval murals, as if they were from The countless knuckles protruding from a palm showed a kind of smooth plumpness among the abnormal density, which was simply disgusting. I ran away. Fear deeply surrounded my heart, and I was like crazy. I rolled around among the bushes and tree roots, almost all the way down the mountain. My colleagues at the scientific research station said that I looked like I had been attacked by a wild beast. When I came to the bathroom mirror, I realized that my My face was covered with small wounds cut by branches and thorny bushes, and blood was constantly oozing out, and I tasted the stickiness that I felt from the blood flow. I couldn't stand this for even a second. Fantasy. I started to vomit non-stop, almost vomiting out my stomach bag. I couldn't stand the smell of vomit, so I turned on the faucet, and the residue of vomit was sucked into the sink by the swirling vortex. I started to tremble again. Because I saw , a tiny fragment of it was stretching out its arms and calling for help, but it was still swallowed up by the hole of darkness. This is what I am doing, rushing myself, or a certain part of myself, into the unknown darkness."
"Here, towel, are you okay?" Rocket Raccoon jumped up on the washstand and handed the towel to the trembling Quill. Quill shook his head and said, "It's okay. I might be allergic to caffeine. You know, I haven’t been back to Earth for so many years, so I may not be able to adapt to the lifestyle of a cup of coffee in the morning.”
"You ran too fast when we were going down the mountain. I almost lost you. If you're afraid of heights, just tell me. Why did you rush down the mountain without saying a word?" Rocket Raccoon's tone was full of complaints.
"Sorry, I mean, I should have taken you with me when I ran down. Who told you to have short legs? But it didn't do you any harm, because among humans, I am also considered to have short legs. Not happy." Quill used his unique sense of humor to make another joke, trying to lighten the atmosphere, but Rocket Raccoon didn't buy it at all. He stood on the sink, crossed his arms and stared at Quill and said, "Even if you forgot I’m allergic to caffeine, but I haven’t completely forgotten something as important as my fear of heights, right?”
"I'm not afraid of heights." Quill pursed his lips fiercely. He took a deep breath and raised his tone, as if this would give him a sense of security. He said, "I seem to have seen something. "
"Oh oh oh, it's the tentacles in the shadows and the messy fingers you were yelling about, but didn't I tell you all that? They're just tree roots!" Rocket Raccoon jumped down from the sink and said : "Stop saying these crazy things to your colleagues. Have you forgotten the way they looked at us before? It doesn't matter whether you are gregarious or not, but you can't be arrested by a mental hospital on the second day after you come here, right? Quill sighed. He wiped the cold water on his face with the towel that Rocket Raccoon had just handed over. He relaxed his lips, shook his head vigorously, and made a series of weird breath sounds. He looked up at himself in the mirror and lowered his head. He said in a loud voice: "Okay, Peter, maybe you are a little afraid of heights. Just because you weren't afraid of heights before doesn't mean you won't be now. People are always changing, right?" He took a deep breath, relaxed his shoulders, and threw the towel on He turned around and walked out, stepped on the door, and said, "Okay, while the sun is just right, we can bypass Longs Peak and reach the accident site directly. It won't cost anything except a little time."
"Are you still planning to go today?" Rocket Raccoon asked in surprise. He stopped, turned around and looked up at the wound on Quill's face and said, "You should take a rest and treat the wound to avoid inflammation."
"No, no, no, I'm fine." Quill shook his head vigorously, showing an abnormal excitement. He exhaled loudly, and then said: "You are right, I have to change the way my colleagues view me. , I can’t let them think I’m a coward who’s afraid of heights, we’re going to prove it to them today.” After that.
Quill rushed out of the bathroom door, and Rocket Raccoon, who was almost kicked by him, spun around.
When he reached the door, he stretched out his paw to hold the door frame, then looked down at his other paw.
Between the two claws, there is a small nozzle that is almost completely invisible to the naked eye, and a hidden button on the front half of the palm. Rocket Raccoon looked at this device that he had never had before, sighed, and flicked his tail. Walked out of the bathroom.
As soon as he went out, he heard his colleagues talking in the lounge hall, but they were not talking about Quill, but about SHIELD agents.
"That group of people set up an air base as soon as they arrived. They are really rich. But we still have to endure mosquito bites here. It's really enough."
"Stop talking, the work they do is much more dangerous than us. Who knows what's on that damn spaceship? The two scientific expedition teams were wiped out. We should be grateful that they came, otherwise we might be the ones who die. ”
"If those freaks hear it, they will complain to us. As you know, people with special abilities have a bit of a weird temper." Rocket Raccoon pretended to be an ordinary pet and shuttled among the crowd. Most of the scholars at the scientific research station They were all friendly to him, so it didn't take much for him to find Quill who was packing things in the tool room.
"Did you hear what they said? SHIELD agents have arrived, and they even built an air base with great fanfare. Humanity's technological development is so fast. I don't know whether to cry or laugh." Quill was assembling something with his hands and feet, and Rocket Raccoon jumped on the workbench and watched as he tied a sharp shovel head to a longer iron rod and wrapped a tape on the end of the stick. Galvanic launcher, presumably, something Rocket Raccoon doesn't recognize very well.
Quill pursed his lips, wrapped the tape with force, and said: "Yondu is not a good teacher, but I did learn some evil ways from him. We have to set off before the sun sets to get ahead of those upright agents. We can’t let them take the lead.”
"I don't understand why you are so interested in that spaceship." Rocket Raccoon frowned and said, "Isn't our mission to prevent your other colleagues from committing suicide? But why do you seem so keen on committing suicide?"
"I don't know." Quill shook his head very fast and said, "But I think I have to do something now. Once I stop, I will feel panic. Yes, panic. I don't either. You know why." Rocket Raccoon sighed and said, "Then you should see a psychiatrist. This may be some kind of psychological disorder, such as a panic attack or something."
"That has to be done after I figure out what this damn UFO is about!" Quill stuffed the assembled weapon into a huge travel bag, put on the mountaineering bag, and then picked up the travel bag. , while pushing the door open and walking out, he turned back to Rocket Raccoon and said: "I feel great now, my thinking is clear, my reactions are sharp, and I am full of strength. I haven't been this excited for a long time. Let's go, it's time for us to go on an adventure." " Rocket Raccoon looked at his back, pursed his lips, then jumped off the table, jumped onto Quill's hiking bag in three steps and two steps at a time, and tightly grabbed the handle above.
Ignoring the surprised looks of other colleagues, Quill rushed out of the base door. In fact, it is not far from Longs Peak in a straight line, less than three kilometers, but most people who have hiked in the wild should know that the distance in the jungle is Three kilometers is different from three kilometers on the road.
By the time Quayle rounded Longs Peak and started heading towards the target point, the sun had begun to tilt, and it was already approaching sunset when he saw the light smoke coming from the target point.
Leaning against the thick trunk, Quill put down the bag in his hand and breathed heavily. He almost didn't rest at all, but walked here in one breath. He took off the mountaineering bag and placed it with the travel bag next to the big tree. , climbed up the tree using his hands and feet, Rocket Raccoon followed behind him, and jumped onto his shoulder more lightly.
Standing on the top of the big tree, Quill looked into the distance. A layer of mist surged above the tree crown. When the light of the setting sun shone in the forest, the green tree crown was like a sail sailing on the golden sea of clouds.
Rocket Raccoon put his hand on Quill's shoulder, and Quill, who finally breathed in the fresh air, couldn't help but take a few deep breaths, but soon, what should have been a magnificent and beautiful scene changed again in his eyes. look.
"At that moment, the setting sun passed quickly in my eyes like a decaying old man on his deathbed. Then came the dark night, and the bright cloud waves turned into a raging black sea, with waves surging layer upon layer. Sweeping towards me. The things I saw during the day finally climbed along the trunk to the top of the tree, stretched out their tentacles in the waves, and the beautiful and majestic broad-leaved forest trees became their mother nest. Under the moonlight The silhouette is like a deformed finger with branches and branches, countless tentacles pouring out from the gaps in the joints, blood and mucus are mixed together, so thick that they cannot flow, but they just keep hanging down, forming one translucent pupa after another. The inside of the pupa It is dozens of pairs of flowing eyes, large and small, squeezed together, and then sharp hooks protrude from the gap between the eyeballs and eyelids. Hundreds of pairs of hooks pierce the outer skin of the pupa, creating countless holes for the mucus to enter. It turned into a big net again, just like what I saw during the day. I can't describe this strange process of rebirth, but when the net appeared under me, a warmth like the mother's womb surrounded me. , I felt a calling. I couldn’t say no, and I fell.”
"Did he see a kind of monster?" Stark looked away from his notes and looked at Strange and asked: "Are any of the monsters on Earth that you are familiar with reproduce in this way? Strange shook his head, looked at Stark and said, "Tony, don't you understand? You can't use biological knowledge to explain all this."
"Either he is hallucinating." Stark said calmly, "This may be a manifestation of neurosis, accompanied by a panic attack." Strange turned his head to the side helplessly. He sighed and said: "If you want to analyze things in the occult world in a scientific way, you may be doomed to be disappointed."
"Isn't the essence of magic also the use of energy?"
"Sometimes, yes, but there are exceptions." Strange looked into Stark's eyes, and Stark noticed his focused gaze, so he looked back in the same way.
Then, he saw countless overlapping tentacles crawling out of the black hole-like hole in the center of the Supreme Mage's always focused and calm emerald eyes.
