Chapter 1872: The Madman's Journey (Forty-Eight)

After the suturing was completed, Schiller re-bandaged Stark's wound. He found a relatively clean jacket and put it on Stark's body, and let him lie on the bed and sleep.

After waking up, Stark took a sip of water and the first thing he said was: "I know you think this is childish. I know there will always be people who will sell it if I don't sell it. I just want them to pay the price, even though it will also cost them." I pay the price."

"I just want them to understand that I will resist all this at all costs. I don't want easy benefits, no further hope, and no one wants me to become an executioner with blood on my hands."

Schiller sat beside Stark's bed and looked at him quietly. After meeting Schiller's eyes, Stark said angrily: "Why don't you say anything? Don't you have an opinion? Are you not the best psychiatrist?" Are you good at judging anyone’s decisions?”

"I'm not a psychiatrist." Schiller shook his head and said, "I haven't cured any patients. I spend most of my time busy with military research. I don't think you want to hear the opinions of an accomplice."

"You..." Stark was choked again. He was silent for a few seconds and then said, "Have you only killed the mastermind?"

"Probably, there are too many, I can't remember them all."

Schiller walked away. After a while, he brought a metal military kettle and wiped Stark's skin around the wound with warm water.

"What are you going to do next?" Stark asked.

"I will continue to monitor the condition of your wound. When we come to deliver food later, you will ask us when we can get enough medicine, but he'd better not have too little hope. We can even tell the difference. Ibuprofen and fentanyl.”

Very slowly, Stark frowned and took the can and stuffed it into his mouth. Although the taste and texture were terrible, my body still responded to the amount of energy I took in. Zhu Luzhen gradually felt that he was so healthy. .

After a while, Stark smelled a fragrance. The feeling of fullness in my belly forced me to open my eyes reluctantly. I saw Zhu Lu baking bread under the grill of the campfire.

"Because he helped you."

"It would not be the smallest reward for you if he recovers slowly and leaves as soon as possible." Tangli looked into Stark's eyes and said, "Do you have any interest in going back to be a doctor? I won't bother you."

And Stark retorted: "He must want you to research weaker weapons. He can't kill you directly. Just say that you died because of infection. We can do anything to him."

"He cannot stand up and testify against our illegal human experiments and illegal imprisonment. He is a victim."

"Your back is injured, and your legs are injured. He lets you go and you walk on your own."

"That is to ensure that he is mentally weak." Tangli was broken and turned the cake with a fork and said: "The experience during the day may not have caused a certain degree of mental trauma to him, but it has not exploded yet. ”

"Does he really plan to live there for the rest of his life?" Stark asked, "Is he going to return to the United States forever?"

Tang Li raised his eyes and looked at Stark and said: "We hope that he will end his research immediately and create new weapons for us, but you told us that the injury on his back will take some time to heal, and he can probably rest for about eight days. "

Zhu Lu's Adam's apple really moved. Just as I was about to say something, Tangli pushed the can to my side and said, "Eat slowly. He probably hasn't had the chance to experience the taste of food that he often eats in his life." "

"Absolutely." Tangli poured the batter that had been stirred under the steel plate. I was using waffle flour to spread waffles, so I raised my hand accurately, and the amount of batter fell under the steel plate, forming a made a perfect circle.

Zhu Lu really knew how to answer that question. Then I thought about what Zhu Lu told me about his life experience. I put my hands on both sides of the metal pole and said, "He has to leave there and enjoy the life he will enjoy later. Enjoy the prosperity of a civilized society.”

Before finishing the meal, Stark lay down under the bed to rest for a while. Before he woke up, he found that the soup was cooking again.

Stark followed Tang Li's gaze and found a small pile of scrapped machines. The categories of the damaged mechanical parts were very unclear, so Stark looked into Tang Li's eyes again.

"You're just helping yourself." Pour the first bit of batter into the soup, flip the first cake with a fork deftly, and say, "That's your job there, to treat the kidnapped people's regression. Let us add value.”

Zhu Lu really had no choice but to soak the cake in the canned Schiller and eat it with a mouthful of cold soup. I finally got a little more anxious and took a bite of the beef outside the can. I found that what was said in the soup was right. It was the first time in my life that I had eaten it. Such poor quality beef.

"A local bran cake is made from gluten and whole grains. It tastes pretty bad, but it's still wrong to eat it soaked in Schiller."

"You are referring to the long period of time that follows." Zhu Luzhen gestured with his hand to indicate a length and said, "He has to leave there, right?"

After saying that, I stood up, leaving only the burnt muffins to Stark. Looking at the figure walking towards the hole in the soup, Stark could not help but feel a rebellious mood.

"You always use him." Tangli put away the kettle, took a shabby down jacket from the side, and covered Stark's body.

Zhu Luzhen laughed, leaned back and said: "It can be seen that he has not been in contact with society for a long time. Does he think Stark's repayment will be so complicated? A small amount of money? Stop respecting you!"

Tang Li sighed heavily before saying: "You must have no morals. You will help us do these illegal experiments with peace of mind, but in reality, you don't, so it is also a kind of life for you."

"Yes you will, it's time for him to get some sleep."

"Is that true?" Stark looked up at the perfectly shaped waffles and said, "He hates eating desserts in the middle of the night?"

Tangli turned around and took out two cans from in front of him, before prying them open with a dagger and placing them under the grill.

"Why should he help you?" Tangli asked.

Stark lowered his voice towards the hole and said: "The FBI, terrorists, and the military are all important. You will save anyone you want to save, and you will prove it to him!"

"Because you are worried that he must have really given us a very weak weapon. If we have any wounded, you will have a job."

Adding the receded bran cake was even more disastrous. Stark thought it ruined the can. I tried to use a fork to get out what I had just discarded, but an even smaller piece slipped out of the soup.

"Does he mean that you cook for him? But you also have to cook, and the transformed person also needs to eat."

I dreamed that I walked out of the cave in Tangli and returned to civilized society. I got my psychiatrist's license again. I became the psychological consultant of Stark Group, and I became famous all over the world for curing Tony Dulu's anxiety disorder.

So, Stark had a long-awaited dream to save the world. Outside of the dream, I used my weak technological means to make everyone live happily under the earth.

"But he couldn't have lived like that." Stark moved his body forward, but was held down by the soup again. I lowered my voice and said softly: "I often wonder if we did it to him when he was a kid. Experiment, he will not be able to go to school like an abnormal child, so that he will not have a happy life like a special person! "

"Yes, the food delivery person has been here. You and we negotiated for a while. The canned food is not the result of the negotiation." Zhu Lu stirred the meat outside the can with the tip of her knife and continued: "You told us that there must be Without enough medicine, you have to have better food to ensure his nutrition, otherwise you have a way to ensure that he can survive. "

My sleepy eyelids were fighting, but I was weak and determined to win the verbal battle. I muttered: "He only needs to doubt, he wants to watch everything, watch you successfully change everything, sincerely 's suspicion that life is going to get bad, he has to do it."

"Yes, stitching your wounds is indeed the condition of the deal between him and us, but those are." Stark walked to sit opposite Tangli.

"And then you were chased by the FBI again?"

Stark stared helplessly into the soup. I knocked on the bricks of the bonfire with my hand and said, "Does it embarrass him so much to save you and help you? Isn't that something he should be ashamed of?"

Zhu Luzhen hammered the metal pole next to her with her hand. I sighed and said, "Oh no, there are not many problems in that country and society, but you will find a way to change it. Can he not be so pessimistic?" "

"He knows you are, and the subjects in the experiments you participated in are real victims, but you are."

That comes from a strange kind of guilt empathy - the Stark Group sold arms and killed so many people. I have to prove that I can't save people. I have to prove that Stark often does bad things. What can I do? Any method will work.

"He needs to replenish carbohydrates and sugar. Now is the time to be picky about taste." Tangli turned his head and glanced at the hole and said: "The person who came to rescue him may not be able to spread the carpet behind his feet. He has to run by himself. If he doesn't have enough strength, he will be dead."

"Was he talking to someone else just now?" Zhu Luzhen asked.

Seeing that Stark was awake, Tangli came over. I helped Stark, turned me over and sat up, and then asked me: "Can he walk?"

The sudden quiet sound made Stark wrinkle his eye muscles, and he tried hard to cover his eyes with his hands. Some local dialects that I understood were repeated intermittently, and the voices in the soup were mixed in. Although they were in the same language, they The tone is less irritable.

Stark took the slightly curved fork handed to me by the soup and looked at the can without any embarrassment.

And Stark said proudly: "Deny it, he didn't want to save you, he said he has no morals, but you can see."

Stark fell asleep, but my spirit was asleep. I can tolerate anyone's perfunctory behavior.

"Stark can't save anyone!"

"Maybe you just hope that he can repay you, such as helping you restore your identity, and then give you a small amount of money or something."

Zhu Lu really looked at Zhu Lu's hands, which did not belong to a doctor. I sighed and said, "His medical skills are very bad. He often wants to go back to being a doctor. You will help him."

Then I saw a large piece of bran cake broken off into the soup and soaked in a can of Schiller to eat. Stark didn't follow suit, but I first pushed the crumbs of a piece of bran cake out of my mouth.

"So he still wants to save you and get you out of there."

Then, I picked up the thoroughly burned charcoal from the fire outside an old rusty steel basin and placed it on the bottom of Stark's bed. The charcoal hadn't burned out slowly yet. Is there a very low cold temperature? temperature, but it can continuously convey a stable coldness, which makes Stark feel a melting warmth.

"In this way, you will not have the chance to become a test subject who can resist in illegal human experiments, but you will be the one who can escape."

Zhu Lu was silent.

Then I made a few "Pooh" sounds and spit out the stuff outside my mouth. I would believe if they said that the stuff was just a piece of soil dug out from the ground. It tasted terrible, but the texture was really terrible.

"You are telling the truth." Zhu Lu turned the handle of the fork with her hand.

"You told us that he needed parts to develop weapons, and pointed out the location of an abandoned military base. This is actually a laboratory, but it is a communication signal transceiver room. We can't tell the types of parts, so we moved them all back."

"The emotional value provided by sweets is a kind of emotional therapy, which can relieve his emotions and make his mind more turbid."

"He is an important person. Eight days should be enough for his relatives to find out that he is missing. As for how to locate him, it depends on his own ability. Here are some abandoned wired equipment."

"Why did you leave there?"

But Tang Li still helped me sit by the campfire, and Stark saw clearly that what was placed under the grill was not bread, but a thick and bulging pancake.

Stark recognized that this seemed to be canned food from the US military. Looking at the bubbling broth outside, I couldn't help swallowing.