In New York City, the Green Garden Sanatorium. This is a well-known sanatorium in New York, not because it is lascivious and luxurious, but because it is a complete charity.

This proves that there are still good people in the world, and they are willing to use their excess assets to feed back to this society. Of course, there is another sentence: how to hide the 10 million dollars you have earned illegally? But there is also one of the most bizarre conjectures, because this is a place of merit, and most of the people who work here will go to heaven after death, so some hellish devil is hanging over here.

Who cares about how this is called a charity sanatorium works behind the scenes? At least not the people who live here.

There are many homeless and lonely elderly people here, among them there is a very special one, slightly chubby and well-dressed, with white hair and white beard to set off his graceful and luxurious temperament, and he also has a golden eye patch.

This does not look at all like a homeless man living on the streets, but a big boss who once had a huge asset in charge. His presence in the sanatorium seemed a little abrupt, but it wasn't surprising.

It is not too understandable for the big boss to liquidate his assets overnight and leave his house with nothing, after all, this is the United States, and the competition for capital has always been cruel and ruthless. There is also a possibility that he can't find his way home after running out of Alzheimer's disease, and his wife and children feel that he is a burden, and in order to facilitate the control of the huge assets he left behind, he deliberately did not take him back, after all, the aristocratic circle has always been very chaotic.

And the latter statement is more reliable, because after the old man comes, someone will come to give him things regularly. But anyway, since he's here, he'll raise it first, anyway, it's not for profit here, if he suddenly understands it one day, maybe he can pull a lot of money here, why not?

And because the old man was so confused when he came home, not only did he not know where he lived, but he couldn't even remember his name, so because he came on Wednesday, he was temporarily called Wednesday.

"Alright, it's time to sleep. It was night, and Wednesday was lying on the bed in a pair of pajamas, and the nurse next to him slowly covered him with the quilt, taking care of him meticulously.

"I'm still in good spirits so early. But Wednesday obviously had a big beard, and he still didn't want to sleep like a child, so he took the nurse's hand and said, "Moon, talk to me again." ”

"That's not going to work. The female nurse named Moon smiled and shook her head, "Going to bed early and waking up early is good for your body. Oh, by the way, I'll go get you your medicinal wine. ”

These are the things that the family members of the Wednesday family will send on a regular basis, and according to the rules of the sanatorium, this kind of thing cannot be taken out casually and given to drink, but it seems that everyone ignores this rule, as if someone has cast a spell.

But when Moon turned to go out of the room to get the potion, Wednesday got up from the bed and took out a small basin from under the bed, and he thought about it for a moment before he took it in his mouth and spit it out when he was not looking. Truth be told, he hadn't drunk it in a while.

On the sixth day of the first month, he was stunned, and he vaguely remembered that day.

In the afternoon, the old people gathered to play freely, and Wednesday sat at a table with an old man who seemed to be older than him and had more life experience than him. The old man's words reveal infinite vicissitudes, and at first glance he is a person with a very good story.

He said that the biggest trouble of people is that their memory is too good, if they can forget everything, then every day in the future is a new beginning, how happy should they be?

Wednesday didn't understand what it meant, but ... If you are addicted to alcohol, you will directly say, why do you want to drink and talk so much useless? Since ancient times, tobacco and alcohol have not been separated, and your chatter is not looking down on me. So under the eager eyes of the old man opposite, he gave him all his medicinal wine.

But something miraculous happened, and the old man, having drunk the wine, fell asleep on the spot, and when he woke up the next day he really remembered nothing.

Wednesday asked him, "Do you remember how we met?"

"I don't remember. ”

"Do you remember how you got to this place?"

"I don't remember either. ”

From that day on, he no longer accepted such strange things, and every time he found an excuse not to drink, or spit it out after drinking. And he couldn't tell whether the wine was good or bad, because since then he had a feeling that he couldn't tell the difference between the past and the present, and there were always some strange hallucinations haunting him.

Wednesday was lying in bed and thinking as he pleased, but he felt that Moon had taken too long to get something this time. He finally got up to see what was going on, but there was a dull, short noise outside the room.

"Moon? is that you? what's going on?" Wednesday lifted the quilt and put on his slippers and walked out quickly, only to see the mess inside when he pushed open the door to the pharmacy, and then let him see the heartbroken scene.

Moon, the nurse who cared for her with great care, the woman who was like her own family, was now lying in a pool of blood, her eyes wide and lifeless. Wednesday fell to his knees, holding Moon's lifeless body in his arms, and wailed on the spot, losing a loved one. At the same time, a huge thunderbolt suddenly exploded in the sky for no apparent reason, and something that was not very strong was now completely shattered.

If there is a homicide in the nursing home, then it is natural to call the police. The NYPD immediately sent in to lead the team with Superintendent Marcus Bell, who took over the position due to the honorable retirement of his predecessor, Superintendent Grayson.

Originally, with his identity, he didn't necessarily have to come to the scene of the crime in person, but recently, S.H.I.E.L.D. suddenly disappeared without consulting anyone, and a large number of bulls, ghosts, snakes, and gods popped up all of a sudden. This makes him very puzzling, it's understandable that S.H.I.E.L.D. is not active with terrorists, what are you ordinary criminals doing to join in the fun?

In short, the current social order is relatively chaotic, and he, the leader who has just taken office, must show a posture. After Marcus personally inspected the crime scene, he preliminarily characterized the case as a robbery and homicide case.

According to the person in charge of the nursing home, "Our nursing home takes in a lot of homeless and lonely elderly people, they are very old, and some of them will have many diseases, so our pharmacy stores some narcotic drugs to help them avoid pain, which has become the target of many criminals." ”

"It must have been poor Moon who came here and bumped into the thieves who had infiltrated here, and that's why these things happened. ”

Well... Marcus shook his head secretly, and shot him in the heart, and only fired one, which was not like the skills of an ordinary thief, but he still asked, "Are any of the medicines you said missing?"

"Nope. The person in charge shook his head, "Those drugs are all restricted drugs, and they are expensive with special insurance and kept by special personnel, and they are not so easy to open." ”

Marcus continued, "Are there any eyewitnesses, and who was the first person to find the body?"

"It's an old man here, and Nurse Moon is in charge of him. ”

"Okay. Marcus nodded, "Okay, I'll go meet him, I'll ask you again if there's a situation." ”

"I don't think you can ask him anything. But the person in charge shook his head and said, "When the poor old man came... His mind seemed to be a little unclear, and his relationship with Nurse Moon was very good, which stimulated him a lot. ”

"I understand, I'll try not to irritate him. Marcus said and went to Wednesday's room, and as soon as he entered, he saw an old man with white hair wearing a beige suit, kneeling on the ground with his head bowed and his hands folded in prayer.

"Moon, you are my irreplaceable close family, I thank you for taking care of me, I am ashamed that I failed to protect you, we may never see each other again, I am Odin, but I can't lead you to Valhalla, I can't promise you anything, but the only thing I can guarantee is to make the people who did these things to you pay!"

"You—" After praying Wednesday, no, it was Odin who got up from the ground, turned around slowly, and asked, "Are you here to tell me who that thug is?"

Marcus was suddenly startled in his heart, because the moment the old man in front of him turned around, there was a feeling of majesty! He couldn't tell where this majesty came from, as if this old man was born with it, giving people the urge to kneel down and worship.

"We—" Marcus paused, took a deep breath and said, "We're here to find out who that person really is, if you have any valuable clues..."

"I don't know!" Odin's eyes narrowed, and endless majesty burst out of it.

"I... That's right. Marcus swallowed a mouthful of saliva, unconsciously lowered his head, and didn't dare to look at Odin, "We're trying to find out!" After speaking, Marcus was still a little strange, why was his tone a bit like reporting to the leader?

"Hard, how hard?" Odin snorted coldly, "You are really useless, if you are my subordinate, such a sin is enough to hope that you will be punished!"

Marcus almost didn't kowtow on the spot and went out again, he didn't react until he went out, I came to ask for clues, why was this still a reprimand for no reason?

"These mortals are useless. Odin covered his forehead and felt a sharp headache, Loki's magic Friga's potion, which was forced to break free at this time, still caused him a great burden.

"My eyes, come to me. ”

Rattle...

Odin slowly opened the window, and two crows flew in and landed on his shoulders, "Huin, Muin, you symbolize wisdom and memory, go find out what the hell is going on." ”

Before Moon's body was delivered to the morgue and the medical examiner had not yet arrived, a crow flew in through the window and landed on top of Moon's head, its eyes suddenly turning white, and at the same time, Odin saw Moon's dying memory.

"It's time to go to bed..."

"Going to bed early and waking up early is good for your body..."

Odin saw it, and saw from Moon's point of view that she had covered herself with a quilt. A tear slipped quietly from the corner of his eye. He also remembered the bits and pieces of getting along with Moon.

Speaking of which, Moon is not young, he is already middle-aged, and he is not beautiful. But what does it matter? As Odin, he has seen a lot of beautiful women who have captivated the country and the city.

Odin and Frigga were also very affectionate, but he could feel that Frigga loved himself more of a kind of awe, who made himself the king of heaven, who made himself the father of the gods, who could not revere himself? But this awe more or less caused a trace of alienation in their feelings. And Odin, because of his identity and ruling considerations, did not fail to make up for this alienation. This also means that the relationship between the monarch and the minister is greater than the relationship between husband and wife.

As for their own children... Odin said that you don't mention them to me, these three guys are debt collectors! I owe them in my last life to collect debts, and I might have lived a few more days without them!

But during the time he spent with Moon, although it was because he didn't remember anything, because of this, he could completely let go of all the burdens. He felt that this period of time was the most pleasant and easy life in his life.

And this beautiful life was suddenly cut off!

Odin gathered his thoughts and continued to read, he saw Moon walk into the pharmacy, but a man in black was already waiting there, "Who are you?"

The man in black covered Moon's mouth and tried to catch her without saying anything, but Moon resisted very fiercely, and finally the man fired, and when Moon was dying, the man took a tube of blood, and the man seemed to have no scruples in the face of a dying man, "Hydra, thank you for your sacrifice." ”

"Hydra..."Odin clenched his fists when he saw this, and a thunderbolt exploded in the sky again, "Track, track this man, put him... Give them to me!"

Then the two crows fell to the ground, their bodies changed shape with a puff of smoke, and they became two wolves, Frege and Keeley, who sniffed in the air with their noses around and ran in one direction.