"As I ran out of the underground subway tunnels, the sun on the ground was shining brightly, and the ruined city was like a huge black whirlpool, and terrible monsters had taken over it.

I knew I had to fight them to survive, but after just two hours, I knew that my enemies weren't these monsters.

I had to peel off part of the skin on my arm in order to get rid of the mucus stuck to my body in the subway car, and the wound was painful, but more fatally, the sanitary conditions here were very likely to cause the wound to become infected, and I had to find a place to treat the wound as soon as possible.

I didn't expect to find any professional medical equipment, at least clean water, preferably some cloth to bandage, and food and sleep were things I could only think about once I got rid of the damn pain.

I don't know if it's my delusion, this pain has made half of my body start to be a little paralyzed, I have suffered many injuries in the past, but none of the wounds are like the wound on my arm at this moment, the pain makes my muscles paralyzed and my mind dizzy.

Not surprisingly, I was separated from my friends, but happily, the chattering little animal was still with me, and he greatly relieved my mental stress, and it was always good to have a member of the team who was in good spirits.

I think I'm probably on a street in New York, but it's hard for me to tell because I've been away from Earth for so long.

Soon, I found myself lucky, there was a hospital on the street where the subway station was located, and thankfully, there were no more scary monsters along the way.

Although I still see sparse black shadows in the distant clouds, they don't seem to be interested in me as a weak creature, and this makes me wonder if the end of the universe has really come, then with such a small number of monsters, can the entire human civilization be destroyed?

But I don't have time to discuss such a grand issue now, I just want to get to the hospital as soon as possible.

The good news is that before the sun sank to the horizon, I made my way to the abandoned hospital and found iodine, hydrogen peroxide, bandages, cotton swabs, and a host of other medical supplies that I might need in the disposal room on the second floor.

It's a small hospital, it looks old, with old-fashioned radiators in the hallways, shutter grilles falling out messily, but there's no disgusting slime here, and I've found a relatively clean room on the third floor, where I can probably sleep tonight.

I started bandaging myself with the medical supplies, and the little animals with sharp teeth and claws helped me a lot, and when the tightness of the bandages came from my arms, I felt a little safe.

Great, I think that when things are extremely scarce and people are in an embarrassing situation, finding what they want can bring more comfort than I imagined.

And when I was done and came to the ward, through the gap in the curtains, I said goodbye to the last rays of the sunset today, and leaned on the hospital bed and waited for the darkness to fall, I really needed a good night's sleep.

After nightfall, I felt a kind of sleepiness in my heart, I am a person who can tolerate irregular work and rest, but today I was sleepy very early, fortunately my stomach was not hungry, I pulled the quilt on my body tightly, and lay down.

When I was lying in bed, the sleepiness came up one after another, but it subsided again and again, I knew that I needed sleep, but I couldn't sleep, I turned over according to instinct, but I touched the wound on my arm, and the pain was so painful that I almost jumped up.

After tossing for a long time, I finally had some trance, but at this moment, the tightness on the arm that gave me a sense of security was getting weaker and weaker, and I thought it was the bandage that was loose, which made me very uncomfortable, so I raised my arm to check the condition of the wound.

Unfortunately, the blood seeped out again, and I wanted to get up and bandage it again, but the sleepiness was like a pair of big hands pressing me to the hospital bed, my body was paralyzed, my head was dizzy, and the hazy illusion made me convince myself that I was not so delicate, and that everything would be fine after a sleep.

But the sweat from running soaked through my clothes, sticking the uncomfortable fabric to my skin, and I could feel the dampness and heat in every hair, and there was a regular "click" sound outside the window, I thought, maybe it was raining.

A late-summer rain dragged me into an endless dreamscape of rain-washed monstera leaves, water seeping into the dirt, damp dark gray brick walls, and the "squeak" of the large, ill-fitting rain boots my father used to wear as he stepped over the threshold.

I dreamed of my childhood in Englewood.

After my mother's death, I went through multiple adoptive families and ended up in an orphanage in this small New Jersey town, where all the time I spent here is gray and gray, like a sun-burned photograph that I placed on my desk.

When I moved my mother's grave here, I always visited her after the first thunderstorm of late summer.

The feeling of heat and humidity was even heavier, I shouldn't have walked into the cemetery park in such a thick coat, I was covered in sweat, maybe it was rain, but I endured this unbearable humidity and stuffiness and came to my mother's grave.

When I saw the photo, I realized that I missed her more than I had imagined, but for some reason, her photo was covered with a thin layer of fog, and I reached out to wipe the dust off the photo.

But as I stretched out my hand, I felt the weight of my arm, and when I turned my head, I saw that the sleeve of my jacket was caught in the branches of the bushes, so I reached out and began to deal with the difficult bushes.

Suddenly, in the afterglow, the fog covering the photograph lifted, and my mother's eyes became two hollows, and I was so frightened that I withdrew my hand and fell to the ground, but I felt a pain in my arm.

When I woke up again, I found myself lying in a hospital bed, the uniform snoring of the small animals next to me reminding me that this was reality, and the bandage on my injured arm was completely unwound.

When the skin was peeled off, the treated subcutaneous tissue took on a brownish-black color, and the blood squeezed out of countless broken blood vessels was viscously entangled, and when I saw it for the first time, I felt a visceral nausea.

I took a few deep breaths and untied another roll of bandages to re-bandage, and as I fell back to sleep after everything was done, a terrible itch spread along my arm to half of my body.

Itchy, itchy, itchy......

I couldn't take it anymore, my mind began to get confused, even frenzied, and a terrible anger haunted me - why the hell are you itching? Am I not dealing with it in a timely manner? Why do you have to trouble me at this time? Am I not miserable enough?!

Half-asleep and half-awake, my consciousness was frantically tearing at everything, I was woken up by the screams of small animals, and when I woke up again, there were bandages stained with blood and musculature.

And when I saw my arm, I started vomiting like crazy.

The way the wound looked was disgusting, and the blood on my other hand showed that I had not only untied the bandage just now, but was still scratching at it frantically, so that the liquid I had applied before had dried up and the blood had not yet congealed, and the flesh foam from scratching was a mess.

I don't feel pain, just nausea.

I felt like I was being held to my chest, pinned to the ground and immobile, with pieces of iron and dark rust from the subway ceiling on my head.

And when I turned my head, I realized that the mucus that held me in place was secreted from the wound on my arm, and the worms that almost landed in my mouth were also vomited from my stomach pouch.

Something is going to come out of there.

When this terrible thought came to me, I felt more pain in my body, as if a sharp hooked foot had pierced my skin, and I became a chrysalis that was being breached, torn out of hollow pieces.

I can't resist the onslaught of fear.

But more clearly than fear is a kind of arrogance that belongs exclusively to human beings.

There is nothing in this world more noble than human beings, and this terrible arrogant thought swelled in my heart and made me realize that what is more terrible than death is to be a monster.

If I don't want to be a Protoss, what can I do to make myself fall and become an ugly worm?

If someone asks me to do that, I'll tell him to get out of here.

The most commendable thing about humanity is wisdom, and if anyone wants to let madness take advantage of wisdom, then I would rather abandon this already weak body in exchange for spiritual greatness—eternal greatness.

I completely smashed my elbow joint with concrete debris, severed all the fascia and muscles with a dagger, and I cut off my own lower arm.

The night passed, and the day dawned.

Fuck off those cowards. ”

The last arc fell from the flowery English under the tip of the quill pen, and Schiller, who had written a long series of words in one breath, put down the pen and rubbed his somewhat sore wrist.

He looked up at the time, and three minutes before the appointed time, there was a knock on the door downstairs.

Schiller stood up, walked down the stairs and opened the door to the small clinic, and outside the door was Matt, who was carrying a food box.

Matt held up the Japanese food box with the cherry blossom pattern in his hand, shook the wine in his hand again, and said, "Last time, I saw that you still like to eat yusheng, fresh mandarin sea bream and Livzon ice wine, why don't you have it?" ”

"Looks like you've made up your mind to bribe me." Schiller opened the door to the clinic and sideways the blind lawyer made way for him to enter.

The two walked to the sofa on the first floor and sat down, Matt opened the food box, Schiller looked at the bottle of beer, Matt said while laying the plate, "Last time I saw that you were not very interested in sake, I think you like sweeter wine." ”

"You're right, I'm a Potter, and only the fastidious antiques love sherry."

Schiller went to the kitchen to get two wine glasses and poured a glass of wine for himself and Matt, Matt picked up his chopsticks, but before he could pick up the food, his hand was withdrawn with some hesitation.

"I can see you're worried, just ask if there's anything."

Matt pursed his lips and said, "I'm worried about those kids, especially Spider-Man, whether it's Peter Parker or whatever. ”

"Spider-Man's bosom mom, huh?"

Matt laughed embarrassedly, and Schiller handed him the glass, and said, "Not only one Spider-Man has described Nick and you as parents, but all Spider-Men like to come and tell Daredevil about their growing pains compared to Nick's high demands on them." ”

"Don't say that, they'll be happy to talk to you, too."

"But I didn't do my duty as a teacher." Schiller tilted his head slightly, and said, "At least not before." ”

"But......" Matt paused, showed an embarrassed expression, and then looked at Schiller with those godless eyes and said, "But even if you want to fulfill this duty, you don't have to ......"

Schiller looked back at Matt and said.

"Since the laziness and lack of growth of the young heroes is a responsibility of my negligent guidance, then I should try to make up for it, shouldn't I?"

"They still have the ...... to grow"

"The kind of growth that goes into dealing with protests in a borough of New York that hasn't moved for two months?"

(End of chapter)