The sirens were getting closer, and Zhang Yue was lying on the ground, blood staining his mask. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

His ever-changing face was a little more miserable, but he seemed to hear the siren, and staggered away holding on to the wall.

Zhang Yue didn't know how long he walked, he fainted on the road.

He felt hopeless, a spiritual despair, no one could save him, and he had dressed up Rorschach perhaps because of his own childish dreams.

But now, he knew despair, when he was so close to death, and no one came to save him, perhaps, this is the pain that heroes have to endure.

This also let Zhang Yue know the thoughts of people who are eager to be saved, and it turns out that he is so afraid.

This also made him understand the meaning of some heroes.

Of course, this is just an afterthought, and he will not feel it until Zhang Yue wakes up, because only failure can make people truly transform once.

It was getting brighter, and he was lying next to the trash can, his head was a little dizzy, and what he could see was still a little distorted, and it seemed that the effect of the medicine had not yet passed.

It was the back door of a residential area in the slums, and he didn't know that a woman had seen him when she was taking out the trash, or Rorschach to be precise.

She looked surprised and frightened, apparently the police wanted had been issued.

She thought about it, and helped him into the room.

Although Zhang Yue was awake, he was no longer able to move, "Thank you, although I can't see you for the time being." Zhang Yue said.

"Ahh Sorry, I thought you were ・・・・・"

"I'm sorry to scare you, ma'am."

"No, I'm not scared, it's just, why are you here?"

Zhang Yue was slowly supported by her and lay on the sofa.

"Being yin by two drug traffickers, it should be said that I overestimated myself too much, and I was given a fear toxin, similar to drugs."

"Do you want me to get you some medicine?"

"No, I'll just rest."

Zhang Yue slowly sat up and fell down again.

The woman immediately checked Zhang Yue's body and said, "You broke a rib, it's better to bear with it, I'm a nurse and I can pick up bones." ”

"Then come on."

With a click, it was connected, and Zhang Yue was so seriously injured.

He sat up slowly.

"Why are you sitting up again!"

But Zhang Yue ignored her and began to meditate on his own, exhaling and inhaling, which seemed to be very charming.

The woman saw that on Zhang Yue's blood-stained mask, the black ink was constantly changing, and she stopped talking to Zhang Yue for a while.

What Zhang Yue was doing, he was breathing, this method could make his injuries heal faster, and in a trance, he seemed to see Dean Chen, his teacher, and his grandfather.

He remembered when he was a child, Dean Chen taught him to practice martial arts little by little, and he missed him very much, but there is always a limit to people, and Dean Chen died as early as when he was 15 years old.

But he always kept in mind the teachings of the old dean and became a hero that he dreamed of since childhood.

A long time had passed, a day had passed, and the woman saw that Zhang Yue was still meditating motionless on her sofa.

She was also surprised, but she thought that he hadn't eaten for a day, and she was worried about him, after all, it was her professional nature that was at work.

Suddenly, Zhang Yue stood up, and the woman was startled, "Ah! He screamed.

Zhang Yue looked at the woman and said, "Thank you, it's time for me to go." ”

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