"Early the next morning, I drove the NASA research vehicle that Lisa provided me to Rocky Mountain National Park in Colorado, where the accident was reported northeast of Lens Peak in Rocky Mountain National Park, where three mountaineers reported the UFO fall. I didn't intend to keep my promise with Lisa and stay at a frontier research base on the outskirts of the mountains, but I was going to go deep into the Rocky Mountains National Park, and I felt that I should at least take a look at the scene of the accident, if only to remember those who had passed away. To the east of Lens Peak is the most difficult route in the entire mountain, and the ship landed just below the cliff face at over 2,500 feet, which meant that if I didn't want to take a detour, I would have to climb the mountain and then hang down. I wasn't ready for such an adventure, so I was just going to take a look at the top of the hill to see if there was really anything special about the accident site. The journey to the top of the mountain was not a pleasant one, it had nothing to do with the difficulty of climbing the mountain and the exertion of physical strength, the scenery on the way was beautiful, the vast dense jungle was dyed golden in the morning light, but I had no intention of appreciating it, I felt nervous tension, a kind of unexplained fear surrounding me. I never felt cowardly, but when I stood on the edge of the cliff at the top of Lens and looked down, I felt as if I saw an endless abyss, darkness, darkness and deeper darkness. The large and lush canopy blocked almost all of the sunlight that reached the cliffs, and I saw some layers of curved black shadows entrenched under the canopy. As they twitched, the wet slime was pulled into thin silver threads between the divisions and closings, and then overlapped together to form a dense web. The colors and gestures are reminiscent of the overlapping fingers of several goddesses in medieval frescoes, as if they were countless knuckles protruding from the palm of a hand, revealing a smooth plumpness in the abnormal density, which is simply disgusting. I fled. Fear enveloped me deeply, and I rolled like crazy among the bushes and roots, almost all the way down the mountain, and my colleagues at the research station said that I looked like I had been attacked by a wild beast. When I came to the mirror in the bathroom, I realized that my face was covered with tiny cuts from twigs and thorny bushes, oozing blood, and I could not bear the illusion of being able to empathize with me from the flow of blood. I started vomiting incessantly, almost spitting out my stomach pouch, I couldn't stand the smell of vomit, so I turned on the faucet, the residue of vomit was sucked into the sink by the swirling vortex, and I started shaking again. Because I saw that one of the small pieces of debris was reaching out for help, but it was still swallowed up by the dark void, and this is what I was doing, rushing myself, or a part of myself, into the unknown darkness. ”

"Here, Towel, are you alright?" Rocket Raccoon jumped up on the washstand and handed the towel to a shivering Quill, who shook his head and said, "It's okay, I may be a little caffeine allergic, you know, I haven't been back to Earth for so many years, and I may not be able to adapt to the habit of a cup of coffee in the morning." ”

"You ran too fast when you went down the mountain, I almost lost it, if you are afraid of heights, just say it, why do you rush down the mountain without saying a word?" There was no lack of complaint in Rocket Raccoon's tone.

"Sorry, I mean, I should have taken you with me when I ran down, who made you short legs? But it didn't hurt you, because I'm a human with short legs and can't run fast. Quill made another joke with his unique sense of humor to lighten the mood, but Rocket Raccoon didn't buy it, he stood on the washstand, stared at Quill with his arms crossed, and said, "Even if you forget about your caffeine allergy, you can't forget about something as important as fear of heights, right?" ”

"I'm not afraid of heights." Quill pursed his lips hard, he took a deep breath and raised his tone, as if this would give him a sense of security, and he said, "I see, I seem to see something." ”

"Oh oh, it's the tentacles in the shadows you're yelling at, and the messy fingers, but didn't I tell you everything, it's just the roots!" Rocket Raccoon jumped down from the washstand and said, "Don't say that crazy thing to your co-workers, have you forgotten the way they looked at us?" It doesn't matter if you fit in or not, but you can't come here and be taken away from a psychiatric hospital the next day, can you? Quill sighed, he wiped the cold water on his face with the towel that Rocket Raccoon had just handed over, relaxed his lips, shook his head vigorously, let out a series of strange air sounds, looked up at himself in the mirror, and whispered: "Okay, Peter, maybe you are a little afraid of heights, just because you didn't do it before doesn't mean you won't now, people are always changing, right?" He took a deep breath, relaxed his shoulders, threw the towel on the washstand, turned and walked out, put his feet at the door, and said, "Well, while the sun is right, we can go around Lens Peak and go straight to the accident site, and there is nothing but a little time." ”

"Are you still going today?" Rocket Raccoon asked in some surprise, he stopped, turned to look up at the wound on Quill's face, and said, "You should rest and then treat the wound so that it doesn't become inflamed." ”

"No, no, no, I'm fine." Quill shook his head vigorously, showing an abnormal excitement, he exhaled heavily, and then said, "You're right, I need to change my colleagues' opinion of me, I can't let them think I'm a coward who is afraid of heights, we're going to prove it to them today." "Finished.

Quill burst out of the bathroom door, and the Rocket Raccoon, whom he had nearly kicked, spun in place.

As he walked to the door, he reached out and held on to the door frame, then looked down at his other paw.

Between the two paws, with a tiny spout almost completely invisible to the naked eye, and a hidden button in the front half of the palm, Rocket Raccoon stared at the device he had never had before, sighed, flicked his tail, and walked out of the bathroom.

As soon as he left the room, he heard his colleagues in the lobby of the break room talking, but not about Quill, but about S.H.I.E.L.D. agents.

"As soon as that group of people came, they set up an air base, which is really rich, and we still have to endure mosquito bites here, which is really enough."

"Don't talk about it, they're doing a lot more dangerous work than we do, and who knows what's on that ship? Both expeditions were wiped out, and we should be grateful to them for coming, otherwise we might have died. ”

"If those freaks hear about it, it's time to complain about us, you know, people with special abilities have a bit of a weird temper." Rocket Raccoon pretended to be a normal pet and walked through the crowd, and most of the scholars at the research station were friendly to him, so it didn't take much trouble for him to find Quill who was packing up in the tool room.

"Did you hear what they said? S.H.I.E.L.D. agents have already arrived, and they have made an air base with great fanfare, and the development of human technology is really fast, I don't know whether to cry or laugh. Quill was suffocating 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 an electric current transmitter around the end of the stick tape, which Rocket Raccoon probably didn't recognize very well.

Quill pursed his lips and wrapped the tape vigorously, saying, "Yongdu is not a good teacher, but I did learn some crooked ways from him, and we must set out before the sun sets, before the righteous agents are awe-inspiring, and we must not let them take the lead." ”

"I don't understand why you're so interested in that ship." Rocket Raccoon frowned and said, "Isn't our mission to stop your other colleagues from going to their deaths?" But why do you seem to be keen to die? ”

"I don't know." Quill shook his head at a blistering frequency, "but I feel like I have to do something now, and as soon as I stop, I'm going to panic, yes, panic, and I don't know why." Rocket Raccoon sighed and said, "Then you should see a psychiatrist, it could be some kind of psychological disorder, such as a panic attack or something." ”

"That will have to happen after I figure out what the hell this goddamn UFO is!" Quill stuffed the assembled weapon into a huge travel bag, and after saddling the hiking bag, he picked up the travel bag again, pushed the door and walked out, turning back to the rocket raccoon and saying, "I feel great now, my mind is clear, my reflexes are sharp, and I am full of power, I haven't been so excited in 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, and then jumped off the table, three steps and two steps onto Quill's hiking bag, clutching the handle above.

Ignoring the surprised gazes of his colleagues, Quill rushed out of the base door, which was not far from Lens Peak in a straight line, less than three kilometers, but most people who have ever hiked in the wilderness should know that three kilometers in the jungle is not the same as three kilometers on the road.

By the time Quill had bypassed Lens Peak and started heading towards his target, the sun was already tilting, and by the time he saw the light smoke rising from his target, it was already approaching sunset.

Leaning against the thick trunk of the tree, Quill put down his bag and gasped, he almost did not rest at all, but walked here in one breath, he took off his hiking bag, placed it next to the tree with his travel bag, and climbed the tree with his own hands and feet, the rocket raccoon followed behind him, and jumped on his shoulder more delicately.

Standing at the top of the tree, Quill looked into the distance, a mist surging above the canopy, and when the rays of the setting sun shone on the forest, the green canopy resembled the sails of a ship riding the wind and waves on a sea of golden clouds.

Rocket Raccoon's hand rested on Quill's shoulder, and Quill, who finally got a breath of fresh air, couldn't help but take a few deep breaths, but soon, the scene that should have been magnificent and beautiful changed in his eyes.

"At that moment, the sunset passed quickly before my eyes like a decaying old man on the occasion of his death, and with it came night, and the bright clouds turned into a raging black sea, and the waves surged towards me. The things I saw during the day finally climbed along the trunks to the tops of the trees, stretching their tentacles among the waves, and the beautiful and majestic broadleaf forest trees became their mother nests. The moonlit scissors were like deformed fingers, countless tentacles gushing out of the joints, blood and mucus mixed together, so thick that they couldn't flow, just drooping down one after another, forming one translucent chrysalis after another. Inside the pupa are dozens of flowing eyes, large and small, crowded together, and then from the gap between the eyeballs and eyelids, hundreds of sharp scythes pierce the pupae's outer skin, creating countless cavities, so that the mucus becomes a large net again, as I saw during the day. I can't describe the strange process of rebirth, but when the net appeared beneath me, a warmth in my mother's womb enveloped me, and I felt a calling. I can't refuse, I'm falling. ”

"Did he see a monster?" Stark looked away from his notebook and looked at Strange and asked, "Are there any monsters on Earth that you know that breed in this way?" Strange shook his head, looked at Stark and said, "Tony, don't you understand?" You can't explain it all with biological knowledge. ”

"Either that, he's hallucinating." Stark was still very calm and said, "This may be some kind of manifestation of neurosis, accompanied by panic attacks." Strange turned his head to the side with some reluctance, and he sighed and said, "If you want to analyze things in the occult world in a scientific way, you are probably 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, sensing his intent, looked back in the same way.

Then, he saw that in the center of the Supreme Mage's emerald eyes, which had been focused and calm, countless overlapping tentacles crawled out of the black hole-like child's hole.