Hudson River, along the banks.

Few people would have known that there was such a dilapidated old house along the Hudson River, because the area was not crowded at all on a normal day. The old house was made entirely of wood, and judging by the extent of the corrosion of the shell, it should have been here for more than ten years. But no one knows who made it, and even the people who may have made it have forgotten it, so no one has cared about it for so many years.

Eric tread on the soft, wet mud along the shore and found the old house. It took him a lot of effort to find this place, because he was sure that there was someone who was very important to him and that he had to meet anyway.

The wooden door made a loud "creaking" sound when pushed open, even harsh. A glimmer of light filtered through the half-pushed door into the room, disproportionately to the dirty appearance outside, and the inside looked rather clean and tidy. The concrete floor is spotless, with a simple bed and a clean wooden chair, giving the impression of simplicity and crispness.

The man Eric was looking for was sitting on the bed, still dressed in black from head to toe, wearing a black yarke hat and even his face covered by a black veil.

It was Yvette Charlotte, his mother.

When Eric came in, she sat motionless and smiled, "You're here." ”

"Well, I'm back." Eric replied, noticing his mother's rapid and irregular breathing.

Yvette took off her black gloves, revealing her white palms, and slowly lifted them towards him as if with great difficulty. Eric stepped forward and sat down on the edge of the bed, letting her palm fall lightly on his cheek.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, "I'm late." ”

Yvette smiled and shook her head.

"No, it's timely enough." "If it's past today, maybe it's really a little late," she said. ”

"Your Body ......"

"It was destined to be this way a long time ago." Yvette said calmly.

Eric was silent for a moment, then said, "Sure enough...... Is it because of the virus? ”

Yvette nodded slightly: "The sub-demon virus has been lurking in my body for so many years, and it seems that I finally can't escape this fate. ”

"It's fine." Eric said softly, "We can go find someone to help, Stark is my friend, he should be able to ......"

Yvette shook her head again, still with a calm smile, and said, "No need, I've studied the sub-Mozhuo virus for so long, at least I can still judge when the infected person is not saved." But I don't have anything to complain about, and I don't have too many regrets left, such a life was eventually ended by the sub-Mozhuo virus, which should be the inevitability of fate. ”

After a pause, she caressed Eric's face lovingly, and said in a slightly trembling voice, "But if there is any regret, it is only you, Eric...... The most sorry thing I feel in my life is you. I've failed to do my duty as a mother, and I haven't even held you once in all these years......"

"It's okay." Eric said calmly, "That's all over, Mom. ”

"You've made it this far, haven't you?" Yvette sighed.

Eric knew what she was referring to and nodded, "Hmm." ”

Yvette, who had also been deeply fused with the Amozo virus, could of course sense Eric's changes, and now that Amozhuo and him were almost one and inseparable, even Amozhuo's consciousness had merged into his consciousness. Although he still has the control, he has more or less merged into the consciousness of Amojo, and even Eric himself is not sure whether he is strictly or not.

As if seeing through what he was thinking, Yvette smiled, touched his head, and said, "Don't worry, you are still you, you are, and you will always be." Mom will always believe in you. ”

After that, she sighed again: "You are an excellent child, you should have a bright future." But I'm really sorry, but I'm sorry, and your father, we are all responsible for forcing you to get to where you are today......"

"Don't blame yourself, Mom." Eric smiled, "I used to complain about you in my heart, but now I've figured it out. I have not only been in pain along the way, but also have happy moments, memorable moments in such a life, and more importantly, if it weren't for this life, I wouldn't have met the most important people. ”

After a pause, he continued, "So I don't blame you, or even Dad. On the contrary, I must thank you for giving me such a wonderful life, and no matter how much battle and pain awaits in the future, this will not change. ”

Yvette stared at him seriously for a long time, and the corners of her eyes under the veil couldn't help but moisten.

"You really ...... I've grown up. Her voice was thin but contented, "But then I'm relieved......"

Her hands finally hung limply, and her head was tilted to the side.

She's gone.

Shouldn't we be very sad at this time? Witnessing the death of his own mother, maybe it makes sense to cry now, right?

But Eric didn't, his expression didn't even change, and he just stood up indifferently and left the cabin.

Grief can't change anything, the dead are dead, and even if she cries, she can't hear it.

That doesn't make any sense.

Walking on the soft, damp mud he had come, he walked slowly away from the hut.

After walking for a while, the light of a street lamp finally appeared in front of me. He walked along the deserted street for a moment when he heard his name called behind him.

As soon as Eric turned around, he saw the stunning silver-haired beauty silently appear in the light of the street lamp like a ghost, and said to him with a smile: "Really, it's not interesting to come back and not tell me." ”

"Ruth?" Eric asked, "Why did you come to New York?" ”

"Don't underestimate my intelligence network, I'm also very well-informed." She walked up with a light smile, and the light illuminated the black tight-fitting leather jacket that wrapped around her body, highlighting her proud and tall figure.

She approached Eric and leaned in, intentionally or unintentionally, but Eric's expressionless grasp of his arm kept her distance.

"Where have you been all this time? It looks more impersonal than it used to be. She was a little frustrated, and said.

"It's hard to put into words."

"Well, maybe I don't know where you've been, but I know what you're going to do next." Ruth smiled again, "And I think I should be able to help you." ”

Eric raised an eyebrow, "You're a mercenary, and as far as I know, mercenaries have to pay for helping. ”

"In general, yes." Ruth smiled and swept her supple silver hair back casually, "But this time the cost can be put aside first, who made us friends?" ”

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