"Where's the monster outside the door?" Rose asked, wide-eyed.

"General, we didn't see any monsters!"

"How is that possible!?" Rose lifted the quilt and strode to the door, where he found that there were dense white marks almost above his head, still of the same length and irregularity as the doorway.

"And who painted these white marks? Could it have come out of nowhere? ”

"White marks? General, we don't see any white marks. The captain who took the lead was very confused, and even put his head to the position where Ross pointed to take a closer look, and reached out to touch it, but he didn't feel the so-called white marks, "Are you too tired?" ”

The captain's expression was obviously to ask if you hadn't woken up or if you were drunk, but he still didn't dare to be too presumptuous in the face of his superiors.

"How long did I sleep?"

"It's been almost an hour since we entered the house."

"It's only an hour?" Ross was surprised, it felt as if he had slept for a long time, so long that it seemed to have spent twelve hours, could it really be because he had been worrying about the Sokovia Protocol and the Masked Man lately, which had caused him to be too tired?

But the white marks on the wall are obviously real, and the hands are rough to the touch, but everyone else said that they didn't see it, so it can't be that the eight soldiers are all united to deceive themselves, right?

"Get out of here and stay vigilant."

After the soldier left, Rose continued to stand in place and stared at the marks on the wall for a long time, before he put away the uneasiness in his heart and lay back on the bed, tossing and turning for a long time before feeling sleepy again.

I don't know if I'm asleep or not, but it seems that a long time has passed, and in the hazy room, I saw that the bedroom was much brighter, and there were spots of light containing hundreds of millions of colors, as if it was a mysterious color projected on the other side of the stars.

Sand~

Sand~

Sand~

This time, the scraping sound was stretched out for a long time, without pause at all, and the message passed on changed from curiosity to joy, and even more impatient, as if something was making the emotional creature happy.

Ross forced his eyes to open his sleepy eyes, and at the doorway was a translucent, cone-shaped creature, with a tentacle that resembled a head turning to stare at him, smiling happily, while the pincer-like tentacles were scratching the wall one after another.

And its position has moved from outside the bedroom to into the bedroom, getting closer and closer.

He sat up on the bed in an instant, picked up his shotgun again, gasped for air, and his back was completely soaked with cold sweat.

But there was nothing on the wall of the door except for a few scratches of nearly a meter, including the wonderful light spot just now, as if it was just a wonderful dream.

Rose took his watch, and found that it had been less than fifteen minutes since he had fallen asleep, and he had sat on the bed for a long time, without calling the soldiers, and not daring to lie back down, but only adjusted his position, leaned against the head of the bed, and stare at the door with a shotgun in his arms that could no longer reassure him.

He was afraid that when he fell asleep, he would have white marks and scratching sounds again, and that perhaps it would be time to see a doctor after dawn.

For an elderly man in his sixties, Alzheimer's disease is the time.

For the first time, General Ross appeared as a sixty-year-old man, holding a gun like a cat, waking up in the middle of the night and sitting on the bed looking around.

The next day, as soon as it was dawn, psychiatrists and internists who ranked among the most skilled in the beautiful country and even the world were already at the bedside, and after wasting four inconsequential hours in their lives, they came up with a result.

Rose is very healthy physically, and mentally may have been overworked lately, showing signs of weakness, but overall there is no big problem.

You can even pick up a gun like a twenty-year-old guy, once again squander your blood on someone else's country, build up merit, and maybe even get a medal of honor awarded by the president himself!

Ross was neither surprised nor happy by this result, he just stared uneasily at the few white marks on the wall that no one else could see.

He decided to keep it a secret, because if others, especially his political enemies, knew that General Ross might hallucinate, then his short political career would probably end there.

After the doctor left, Rose tried to fall asleep again, but as soon as he closed his eyes, the annoying grinding sound of death grinding knives sounded again!

When he opened his eyes, he saw an ugly head almost touching his face, barely recognizable features filled with undisguised malice and ecstasy, and it was this unexplained ecstasy that made him even more uneasy.

The absurd monster had approached from the doorway to less than two meters away.

Rose couldn't stand the mental torture any longer, and pulled the trigger on it, and the shotgun left a pit in the wall like a rainstorm of pear blossoms, but it couldn't do any damage to it.

The soldiers guarding downstairs immediately broke in when they heard the gunshots, but in front of them was General Ross, who was extremely depressed, his face was so pale as if he had seen a ghost, his hair was messy and hung down on his sides, and even the Mediterranean Sea was no longer hidden.

"General?" The soldier was shocked by the smell of gunpowder smoke in the air, and he did not know what had happened to make the high-spirited general look like this overnight.

Rose looked through the translucent head with a cheerful smile and waited for bloodshot eyes and asked, "Did you see it?" ”

The soldier did not dare to answer again, but shook his head slightly.

Rose seemed to be drained of all his strength in an instant, but he waved his hand to let the soldier retreat, and for the next two days, wherever he went, the monster would follow, and there was a never-ending scraping sound in his ears, even if he covered his ears, it was useless.

The walls of the entire room had been completely covered with white marks, leaving not a single gap, which the monster had drawn one by one with the pincers on its tentacles.

The soldiers on guard came in many times to check on him, but all he could see was General Ross sitting on the bed or sofa, staring blankly ahead, asking him nothing, only nodding and shaking his head in response.

In the back, he would use his fingernails to keep picking at the tabletop, even if the nails were broken, the wooden thorns were pierced into the fingers, and the blood did not stop, and all kinds of meaningless scratches were cut on the table.

On the third day, General Ross finally returned to normal, and walked out of the house to the Avengers base in high spirits with the thick "Sokovia Agreement".

The malaise during this period seems to be just a few days of the month that men have, and it will return to the same after it has passed.

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Ask for tickets~ The data in the last few days has been a bit poor