Black Robe Patrol Extra: Prologue

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In the dimly lit corridor, a doctor in a white coat and a mask pushed a cart and walked slowly. His leather shoes stepped on the smooth floor, leaving a slightly cold reflection. His steps slowed down and finally stopped in front of a door.

Looking through his shoes and looking inside the door, another pair of feet stood behind the door. Obviously, someone was blocking the door.

The doctor put the cart aside, reached out and knocked on the door gently. Hearing no response from the other side, he said in a rather gentle tone like coaxing a child: "No, Cindy, open the door, it's time to take medicine."

There was still no movement from the door. The doctor held the door handle and said: "You don't need to be diagnosed this week, just take the medicine well. I swear, no one will bother you again..."

The atmosphere in the corridor and the room was quiet. The dim lights flickered, making the hospital look a little scary. A gloved hand reached above the medicine box on the cart, gently touched the top of the bottles of medicine with his fingers, then took out a bottle and flicked the bottle cap.

Hearing this voice, the feet in the crack of the door began to tremble a little, and some subtle sobs came from the crack of the door: "No... No..."

"Now, open the door, I don't want to say it for the third time." The doctor's voice was still very calm, but there was a hint of irresistible coldness in the ending tone.

The crying inside was getting louder and louder. With a "click", the door opened a little, and the doctor pushed the door open. A bald female patient in a hospital gown was leaning against the corner of the wall, holding the two walls with her hands, as if this would give her some sense of security.

After the doctor walked in, he didn't look at her, but turned around, pushed the cart in, and started to operate on the cart. He said: "From today on, the dosage has been reduced, and you will have two hours of ventilation time every day, but you have to promise me, Cindy..."

The doctor took out a syringe and drew liquid medicine from the bottle. He said while busy: "You can't use your telekinesis to damage the fence. Remember last time? You damaged the hedge that I just repaired, causing me to have to hire a gardener again. This is wrong."

The female patient named Cindy heard the hedge The two words were like a switch of fear. She kept sobbing and hiding in the corner, shaking her head and saying, "No, no, I don't want to go out..."

"Going out to relax properly is good for your condition, Cindy. Think about your mother. Didn't I invite her here before? She is really worried about your condition."

Hearing the word "mother", Cindy closed her eyes in despair. She seemed to have been drained of all her strength. Her body slid down slowly against the wall, and finally sat on the ground, hugged her knees with both hands, and buried her head in her arms.

"You lunatic... Let us go, let me go..." She cried intermittently, but the doctor was unmoved. He said, "It seems that you have some symptoms of visual and auditory hallucinations again.

"Don't be like this, Cindy. Only by cooperating with the treatment can your condition improve. "

The doctor finally fixed the syringe, and a few drops of liquid medicine dripped from the needle tip. He walked over with the syringe and squatted down, looking at Cindy and said, "I'm sorry, I'm not educating you. I know that you are very afraid of teachers because you were raped by your math teacher when you were only 13 years old. This is not a good memory..."

Cindy's body began to tremble violently, but the doctor got closer and closer, almost close to her ear and said, "...Yes, I know. You are very scared because it was your mother who sent you to him for tutoring at that time, and after knowing what he did, she asked you to use this to threaten him to give you money..."

Cindy's body trembled violently. The doctor reached out and stroked Cindy's back with his gloved hand. He said, "Don't worry, everything will be fine."

"If you are in too much pain, the medicine can calm you down. Listen, take a deep breath... Yes, turn your head to one side, I'm going to give you an injection. "

Cindy trembled more and more, but she did what the doctor said unconsciously, as if she was expecting the medicine to relieve some of her current pain.

She slowly tilted her head to the side until she felt a sharp object piercing her blood vessels. When the medicine flowed through her blood, she gained a long-lost peace, then slowly curled up in the corner and fell asleep.

Pulling out the needle, the doctor stood up and turned to look at the sunset outside the window. In the light of the sunset, he could see the sign standing outside this abandoned mental hospital, the slightly old sign The name of the mental hospital was written in cursive English on the sign - "Wood Sage".

As the light of the setting sun shone into the window, a man in a nursing uniform was sweeping the floor with a broom. Suddenly, he heard a series of footsteps of leather shoes on the floor. In an instant, his movements froze.

With the sound of the doorknob turning lightly, the door creaked open, and a doctor in a white coat and a mask walked in. But he turned around, waved to the nurse holding the broom and said, "Lighter, come and help me, the wheel of this cart seems to be a little broken."

The caregiver called the lamplighter quickly put down the broom and walked up. He squatted down, tilted his head to look at the wheel, and said, "Oh, Dr. Schiller, it seems that the bearing is stuck. Wait a minute..."

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Then he stood up again, looked around, and said a little embarrassedly: "Maybe you need a wrench, I'll go to the tool room to get it."

"No, don't go yet, let's send it back to the preparation room first, today's wind-up time is about to start, you still have to help."

The lamplighter's movements stiffened again, he looked up at the doctor, and it happened that at this time, the doctor was taking off his mask.

This is a doctor who fits the image of a doctor very well. He looks mature, steady and elegant, with a little scholarly air. His voice is always calm and he is very patient with patients. But after seeing his face, the lamplighter immediately retracted his gaze. He quickly turned around and put his hand above his lips, as if to cover up some of his expression.

"What's wrong with you?" The doctor called Schiller turned to look at him and said, "Are you feeling a little uncomfortable again? Where's your lighter? A comfort object will help you calm down better."

"No, nothing..." The lamplighter took a deep breath, and he seemed to have mustered up his courage before turning back to Schiller and saying, "Who will be out for exercise today? Cindy will..."

"No, she just took the medicine and has fallen asleep now. She has been very stable recently. I think she can also participate in the exercise tomorrow or the day after tomorrow."

"Wait." The lamplighter suddenly spoke, pinching his fingers, and the muscles on his arms trembled a little. He said, "I heard from the doctor that Storm Girl seems to come to this hospital for inspection tomorrow. She... is difficult to deal with. Doctor, we..."

"It doesn't matter, everything is the same as before." Schiller shook his head, as if he didn't care. After a pause, he said, "Okay, I will increase the dosage of Cindy tomorrow so that she won't run out."

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After that. He pushed the cart which was not working well and walked out. The lamplighter followed him and said, "Doctor, let me push it. It looks a bit broken."

"It's okay. How are you doing recently? Do you still have compulsive behaviors from time to time?"

"One more thing..." The lamplighter lowered his head and sighed, saying, "Sometimes, I still wake up in the middle of the night, walk to the mirror, or keep circling around the bed. I can't control myself."

"It's okay. No treatment can be done in one step. There is no magic medicine in the world that can quickly cure all diseases. If someone says there is, he must be lying to you."

"Thank you." The lamplighter still stepped forward, took the cart from Schiller's hand, and pushed it forward. He said tremblingly, "You are a good doctor... the best doctor I have ever seen."

Schiller pushed his glasses and asked him, "Have you seen other doctors? You didn't tell me before."

The lamplighter's fingers suddenly trembled, and he stammered, "Yes, but not for treating mental illness. Doctor, I've been burned before and I went to see a doctor in the burn department..."

"What did he say?"

The lamplighter held the handle of the cart tightly, and the blue veins on his hands emerged, which seemed to bring back bad memories. He said: "I didn't say anything to him. It was my father who communicated with him."

"He told my father that this situation will happen frequently in the future." The lamplighter seemed to hold his breath, and then this breath came out with his next sentence: "...but my father doesn't care."

"I mentioned before that you shouldn't always think about those who have controlled you mentally. I know it's difficult to get rid of their control, but you have to work hard to do it, otherwise you will never be your true self."

The lamplighter took two deep breaths, his fingers gradually relaxed, and then said: "I tried it, just follow your method, in fact, this feeling is really good, I haven't rested so well for a long time..."

After that, he turned to look at Schiller, this time. He could no longer hide his expression by turning around. After seeing Schiller's eyes, he showed a little fear, which then turned into gratitude, but soon turned into fear again.

This drastic change in expression made him look like his face was twitching uncontrollably. The lamplighter swallowed his saliva, turned his head back, and tried to control his emotions.

He wondered, when did his dark and hopeless life begin to change?

Perhaps, it was one night a few months ago, after the lightning, the sound of broken glass woke him up from the bed, or it could not be said that he woke up, he didn't fall asleep at all.

When he recalled these things now, he still felt it was amazing, because at that time, he saw broken glass on the ground in a corridor, and a man in a white coat holding a letter of employment, that was Schiller.

The lamplighter who was walking in the corridor with a cart shook his head. He didn't remember the picture very clearly. He only remembered that Dr. Schiller got up from the ground in a somewhat embarrassed manner at that time, but there was no angry expression.

At that time, the lamplighter standing in the dark corridor saw Schiller open the notice in his hand, with a helpless expression on his face, and then he said to himself: "Is this how you deal with a mess? Suddenly throwing me into a strange world?"

The lamplighter saw that he was like a lunatic, and he raised his head and complained to the air: "There is no official business, it's all personal grudges."

After that, he found that Schiller had set his eyes on him, and Schiller asked him: "Who are you?"

The lamplighter said nothing, he just took out a lighter, and then from between his palms, a fierce flame sprayed towards Schiller, but this attack did not work, and Schiller appeared directly behind him.

"Oh, lamplighter, your name is lamplighter, right?" Schiller called out his name directly, and then said: "It seems that this time there is a big mess, and you actually chose such a dangerous world..."

He sighed, shook his head and said: "It seems that a more dangerous guy is needed to deal with all this. I'm going on vacation."

After speaking, he lowered his head and was stunned for a moment, and then he returned to normal. The lamplighter who just turned back to look at him, when he met his eyes, saw the amazing danger and madness in his eyes.

"What are you thinking about?" Schiller's calm voice pulled the lamplighter out of his memories. The lamplighter shook his head and said, "I was thinking about the first time we met, doctor, how did you get here?"

"Didn't I show you the employment notice? My superior sent me here."

The lamplighter stretched out a hand and scratched his head and said, "I know this, but I didn't expect that Walter would have a good doctor like you."

Schiller smiled and said, "Do you think I'm a good doctor? I remember you ran away when you saw me at first."

The lamplighter's originally relaxed expression froze again. He swallowed his saliva and said nothing. As the two chatted and walked forward, they passed through the central patio of the hospital and went down the stairs until they came to the first floor.

The lamplighter turned his head to the other side, not looking at the center of the hospital lobby. Schiller patted his shoulder, pointed to the center of the lobby and said, "The patient on the chair on the far left is not in good condition. Change it."

The lamplighter's lips began to tremble. He seemed to be forced to turn his head. He closed his eyes and slowly turned his head to the center of the lobby. After opening his eyes, it was still the horrible scene that appeared in his nightmare every day.

The empty hospital lobby had only rows of chairs for resting while waiting, but now all of them were filled with people.

Or rather, not people, but corpses.

There were four rows of chairs in total, and each row had a corpse with different ways of death. They were all fixed in the same posture, with their arms crossed in front of their chests, their hands placed on both sides of their necks, and their heads raised high. The only difference was that their ways of death were all very bizarre.

The lamplighter began to tremble all over, and those images kept playing in his mind. The first person he saw sitting on the leftmost row of chairs, the one who was pointed out by Schiller to be replaced, looked like a fat man sitting on a chair.

But the lamplighter knew very well that Duncan was actually a thin man, but now his skin was filled with mud.

Just because he killed another patient with his superpower that could turn others into mud, Schiller stuffed the person he turned into mud into his body.

The lamplighter closed his eyes hard. Before that, he could clearly see the marks of sutures on Duncan's abdomen and chest. He remembered clearly that when the doctor sutured, Duncan was still alive. Although he had lost more than 60% of his internal organs, he was still conscious.

The lamplighter will never forget that after Schiller finished all this, he put on gloves and stuffed a seed into Duncan's throat, and then said to him: "You like soil so much, I guess becoming a flower pot should be your best destination."

Duncan was still alive at that time, but his expression told the lamplighter that he had never been so eager to die.

The lamplighter turned his head back trembling all over, staring at the medicine bottles on the cart, but in fact he didn't know all the words on them, as if he wanted to see something from these medicine bottles.

This doctor who always looks so calm and gentle killed all the patients who disobeyed discipline and wanted to escape in the first month after coming here, and put them on the chair.

And all the remaining patients did not escape torture. He used drugs and hypnosis to dig out the most fearful things in their hearts, and then constantly stimulated them, controlled them, and saved them...

The lamplighter knew that some people went completely crazy in this torture, and some people, like him, were truly saved in fear, pain and torture.

Finally, he walked through the hall. These tens of seconds seemed to the lamplighter like centuries. He breathed a sigh of relief. After arriving at the preparation room, he pushed the cart in and put it in the right place. Then he turned around and walked out. Seeing Schiller standing in front of the preparation table, he said hesitantly, "Doctor, be careful of the Super Seven..."

"I will."

What the lamplighter didn't expect was that Schiller answered the question directly for the first time. The lamplighter stood in front of the door and looked back. Seeing Schiller still fiddling with the medical instruments he didn't recognize at the table, he shook his head and turned around and walked out.

Standing in front of the table, Schiller added new medicine bottles to the shelf while recalling the plot of this world.

The Black Robe is an anti-superhero comic where almost all superheroes with superpowers are villains, including many familiar people from the Motherland.

These superheroes all come from a company called Walt. These companies arrange plots one after another to make these superheroes behave like heroes in order to win the favor of the people and then earn their money.

A plot that has been surrounding the TV series Black Robe for several seasons is that Vought is not satisfied with being just a company that cultivates idols, they want to privatize war.

The reason why this series is called the Black Robe Pickets is because another group of people were dissatisfied with the hypocritical and cruel ways of this group of superheroes, so they organized the Black Robe Pickets to stop their evil behaviors.

The Lamplighter played an important role in this drama, because he once used his superpowers to kill the grandson of the former leader of the black robe pickets.

The Watt Company announced to the public that the lamplighter was dead, but in fact they threw him into this mental hospital as a human cremator.

The psychiatric hospital where Schiller is located is called "The Sage of the Woods" and has a very special background. It has also appeared in TV series. To put it simply, it is a laboratory for manufacturing superheroes. The Walt Company uses a Plant special potions, transform and cultivate superheroes here, develop their special abilities, and then use them to make money.

Although this is not a real mental hospital, Schiller is a real doctor. He provides very formal treatment to the patients here. However, during the treatment process, it is inevitable that some disobedient people will cause trouble. The security personnel They always come out to cause trouble, so they all disappear.

Perhaps because this hospital has not uploaded detailed experimental data and information for a long time, Storm Girl, one of the seven-person group, will come to inspect in advance.

Near dusk the next day, a luxurious extended car parked at the entrance of this slightly deserted mental hospital. A woman with black hair walked out of the car, holding a phone while walking and said: "Either you recruit me?" Those data clerks are not dedicated enough, or there is something wrong with the old server. Isn’t it always like this? "

With that said, she opened the iron door outside the mental hospital and walked in. Before she could enter the building, she stopped, and then said with some confusion: "...Why do I smell the smell of blood? "

The woman wrinkled her nose vigorously and said on the other end of the phone: "Storm Girl? What's wrong? Why don't you speak?"

"No...it's okay, it's just..." Storm Girl narrowed her eyes. She looked at the old hospital, but she seemed to see a strange cold temperament in its familiar appearance.

"Huh." She hung up the phone and walked quickly inside. This was the way Storm Girl dealt with things. She felt that nothing in this world could scare her.

After walking up the stairs to the door, the light shone on the door, giving the glass a hazy halo, making it difficult for Storm Girl to see what was inside.

She stretched out her hand and stopped in front of the glass door. She hesitated for a moment, but still pushed the door open.

Then, she saw the waiting "patients" sitting in neat rows in the hospital lobby.

Storm was stunned.

There is no doubt that Storm Girl has killed many people, but she has never seen so many bizarre ways of death. When this picture hit her eyes, there was so much suffocating information that it made her think. It stopped running immediately.

Light from the windows on both sides came in. All the patients maintained the same posture, holding their chests with their hands, putting their hands on the sides of their necks, and then raising their heads, as if praying for something.

After the information was analyzed by the brain, the moment Storm Girl realized what happened, she covered her neck and started to retching.

Suddenly, a "click" sound came from the hospital's radio, like the sound of a microphone just being turned on.

Storm Girl was startled, she coughed twice, tried to straighten up, took two steps back, and said: "Who?! Who is there?!

"Please ask patient No. 3203 to go to clinic 201 for treatment. Please ask patient No. 3203 to go to clinic 201 for treatment..."

A deep male voice came from the radio. It was a voice that Storm Girl had never heard before. She shook her head and the muscles in her neck twitched hard. After the initial panic, an indescribable anger surged. Come up.

In an instant, cyclones and storms invisible to the naked eye swept through the entire hospital lobby, tearing everything into pieces. Debris and dust fell along with limbs and blood. Storm Girl gasped for air, smiled silently, and said : "Don't try to scare me by pretending to be a ghost!"

Suddenly, another voice sounded from the radio that fell to the ground: "Please note that the patient's time for ventilation has come. Unrelated personnel should go to the safe room immediately and wait. Do not leave until you hear the announcement."

"I repeat, it's time for the patient to be ventilated..."

During the sound of the broadcast, Storm Girl suddenly heard subtle footsteps behind her. She turned around suddenly and saw a man wearing a hospital gown standing behind her, with electric light flashing all over his body.

Storm Girl showed a disdainful smile, and just when she was about to raise her hand to kill him, she heard more footsteps behind her. She turned her body back again and found countless patients wearing hospital gowns slowly walking towards them. She comes.

Storm Girl took two steps back and said: "What do you want to do? I am one of the members of the Seven Group of Walter Company! Do you think you can beat me? What do you want to do? Stop it..."

Seeing that those people not only did not stop, but walked faster and faster, for some reason, Storm Girl suddenly felt a panic in her heart. Even though she knew that these people together could not defeat her, people were surrounded by similar creatures. Sometimes, I always feel fear instinctively.

Storm Girl waved her hand, and a patient in the front row instantly turned into blood foam. She showed a wild smile again. She thought that this group of people would scream and run away, just like what she had experienced before.

But, they didn't.

The patients just stared at Storm Girl numbly, and then walked towards her step by step, like a group of puppets or a group of mindless zombies.

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Anyone who faces a group of monsters that look like humans but seem to have no consciousness will feel weird and frightened from the bottom of their hearts. There were some changes in Storm Girl's mentality. She wanted to reach out and knock everyone down, but when she raised her hand, she found that her fingers were trembling.

The increasingly thick smell of blood penetrated his nose. The depressing and groggy atmosphere of the mental hospital made everything look even more terrifying. Storm Girl's arms began to tremble a little. She swallowed a mouthful of saliva and stepped back. Then he said: "Just wait, Watt Company will not let you go!"

The moment she turned around and wanted to leave, a piercing alarm sounded from the radio again: "Please ask patient No. 3203 to go to clinic 201 for treatment. Please ask patient No. 3203 to go to clinic 201 for treatment..."

"Enough!

"Storm Girl shouted. She waved her hand and a shock wave smashed the broadcast equipment to pieces, but the sound of the broadcast still did not stop. Only then did Storm Girl realize that the sound coming from above her head was not a broadcast...

She turned around, looked up, and saw the figure standing in the corridor on the second floor, looking down at her.

At this time, Storm Girl did not realize that her orientation and posture became exactly the same as those of the "patients" who had been waiting in the hall.

It was late at night, and a subtle "swishing" sound sounded in the dark hall. In the dark hospital lobby, a figure holding a broom was slowly sweeping away the wreckage and severed limbs on the ground.

The original rows of seats had been reduced to pieces by Storm Girl's angry attack, and now there was only one chair and a black-haired female "patient" left in the entire lobby.

The lamplighter took a broom and swept the feet of Storm Girl's body. He found that one of Storm Girl's calves was lying limply on the leg of the chair. He looked down and found that the bones in the calf had been removed.

He shook his head and didn't think too much. He just assumed that the terrible doctor had come up with some new ideas during the operation.

He slowly swept the ground, sweeping aside the messy wreckage that had been created during the day, and clearing a path for people to enter and exit. I don't know why, in such a terrifying environment, with a body tied up in a strange way, The lamplighter didn't feel scared when he got along with the corpse in such a posture.

Perhaps it's because he knows that a full beast is less dangerous.

The lamplighter had long discovered that Dr. Schiller would only treat one patient a day. If someone was already sitting on the chair, it meant that everyone else was safe.

He sighed and thought that Dr. Schiller had been treating Storm for almost four hours, which meant that the doctor should have eaten very well today. Maybe all the patients would be able to sleep well tonight, including himself.

But things are unpredictable. Just when he finished all his work, put the broom away in the warehouse, and was about to go to bed, he suddenly saw a beam of light flashing through the window on the side of the warehouse.

The lamplighter squinted his eyes. Although he had not left the mental hospital for a long time, he could still tell that it should be the fleeting light of the car lights.

He walked to the window, opened it, looked around, and then found that there seemed to be several black figures moving in a small forest not far to the east of the mental hospital.

The lamplighter looked back, groped near the wall, and turned off the light switch, but after turning off the light. He did not leave, but came to the window again and observed the scene over there through the window.

As expected, several people in the grove seemed to think that he, the cleaner, had not noticed anything unusual, so they began to act boldly, and even turned on the car lights twice.

The lamplighter took a deep breath. He knew something big was going to happen, so he quickly opened the door of the warehouse and wanted to go upstairs.

He wanted to go back to his room to sleep early, because he knew that the two flashes of car lights would definitely wake up the beast that had just eaten and drank.

But he was still a step late. Just as he was walking up the stairs, Schiller buttoned his clothes and walked down. When he saw the lamplighter, he said, "Good evening, haven't you gone to bed yet?" "

"Oh, not yet, doctor, I just cleaned up there and am getting ready to go to bed."

"What's with that bright light just now?" Schiller squinted his eyes, as if he had just been woken up. He said, "At this time, they come to such a mental hospital. They must have urgent illnesses that need treatment, right?"

The lamplighter opened his mouth, not knowing how to answer. He thought, if those suspicious figures were from Water Company, he should give a positive answer immediately, so that there will be a few more patients waiting for treatment in the center of the hospital lobby tomorrow.

Schiller waved his hand impatiently and said, "Please help me bring them here. I'll wait for them in the clinic."

He turned and went upstairs.

After Schiller went up, the lamplighter stood on the stairs in a daze. He thought about it, and finally turned to the warehouse, picked up the broom again, and started sweeping the floor.

As he was sweeping, he found three sneaky figures swaying in front of the door. The lamplighter walked to the corridor next to him and stood for a while. Sure enough, after seeing him leave, those people immediately slipped in from the door.

They walked a little closer, and the person who lit the lamp found that it was a white man, a black man, and an Asian woman. As soon as they walked in through the door, they were stunned by the strong smell of blood inside.

At this moment, with a "click", all the lights in the lobby turned on.

The lamplighter walked out of the corridor with a broom and said, "Are you used to going through the main door for your infiltration operations?"

The white man immediately pulled out a gun and pointed it at the lamplighter. The lamplighter squinted and did not recognize him, but after the white man with the gun got used to the sudden strong light, he widened his eyes and said, "Lamplighter?!

The first thing the other two saw was not the lamplighter, but the bizarre and terrifying scene in the hall. The Storm Girl, who they were very familiar with and cursed countless times, was tied to a chair in a strange posture.

Yes, it was easy to see that it was a corpse, because the part below her chest and above her pelvis was only the spine.

Her arms were crossed on her chest, her hands were stroking the side of her neck, her head was tilted up, and the terrified expression on her face seemed to have not yet dissipated, but she had obviously been dead for a long time.

"What's going on?" The black man said loudly. At this moment, the white man who recognized the lamplighter wanted to shoot angrily. The black man stopped him, shook his shoulder, and said, "Wait! Frankie! Wake up!

The black man snatched his gun and twisted his head and said, "Look! Storm! She's dead!"

Just as Frankie was about to yell angrily, he tilted his head slightly and saw Storm's horrifying death. All the words in his stomach were instantly held back. A feeling of nausea kept rising up, and he covered his neck and began to retch.

The Asian woman supported him. Frankie vomited for a while, tried to stand up and said, "What's going on? Why are there so many... human organs in this hall..."

Just as he finished this sentence, the eyes of the three people fell on the broom in the lamplighter's hand at the same time.

The lamplighter looked down at the blood foam on his broom and said, "I'm just a cleaner. If you want to know what's going on, you have to ask the doctor. The doctor just wants to see you. Come with me."

As he said. He turned and went upstairs. Frankie shouted loudly: "Don't go with him! It must be a trap! He is the murderer who burned Mallory's grandson to death! A cruel superhero! I am in the same group as the seven-man gang!

"He is, but I am not." A strange voice suddenly appeared on the second floor. Several people looked up and saw a doctor in a white coat, resting his arms on the guardrail. When they saw him, the doctor stood up and said, "I know what you want to do. The hard drive storing the information of Water Company is in my hand. If you want it, come here."

After that, he turned and walked towards a clinic. The three people who stayed there now could not leave or not leave.

This is not an ordinary world. If they don't leave, no one knows whether the lamplighter in front of them will suddenly explode and burn them all to charcoal, and no one knows what superpowers the mysterious doctor just now has, and whether he will kill them immediately.

But if they leave, this mission will fail completely, and the action against Water Company will also be deadlocked.

Finally, it was the black man who made the decision. He glanced around and said in a low voice: "It seems that the doctor is rational, unlike those crazy super-powered people."

"Maybe this is just a trap, Milk, don't you find it strange?" Frankie still disagreed.

"If there is a trap, the three of us should have become the same as her now." The black man called Milk glanced at Storm and looked at Kimiko's changing expression. He comforted her: "If I'm not mistaken, it should be the doctor who killed Storm just now, which means that he may have a grudge against the Seven."

"He killed Storm, ruled this hospital, and even recruited the Lamplighter. This means that he is likely to be determined to oppose superheroes like us. If we can get his help, we will have hope for the revenge we want."

Frankie took a deep breath and calmed down. He also felt that Milk made sense. If the doctor had malicious intentions, he could kill Storm, and he and his friends would have died long ago.

"And if he really killed Storm Girl, then he must have a way to kill these super humans. We have to find this way. Hiding like this is not the answer."

Milky and Frankie had a conversation and finally reached an agreement. They decided not to reveal the fact that there was someone outside to help, and that the three of them should follow the lamplighter up to see the doctor.

In this way, the trio followed the lamplighter and shuttled through the dark hospital. The hospital was eerily quiet at night, and no one in any ward dared to make a sound.

An extremely terrifying and weird atmosphere enveloped the three of them, making them quiet down, as if they were afraid of being discovered by some ferocious beast.

When I arrived at the clinic door and opened the door, I saw a completely different scene from outside the hospital. It was a bright office with warm lights that conveyed warmth. There were various books and sundries on the bookshelf, and the desktop There was a pile of unpacked documents on the floor.

After the lamplighter opened the door and let the three people in, he stood by the door and said, "Doctor, I brought them all."

"Thank you, go back and rest."

The lamplighter nodded and left without hesitation. Frankie turned around and stared at him. Milky bumped Frankie with her elbow, and Frankie turned his head.

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But the lamplighter turned around and left without hesitation, which made Lai Lai a little more worried. In his opinion, the lamplighter was already a very powerful superpower, but the doctor didn't need him at all. protection.

Lai Lai, who has been in contact with the Super Seven, knows very well that although this group of superheroes has very strong power, they always bring a large group of bodyguards with them wherever they go, as if they are afraid that ordinary people who have no power to restrain themselves will be able to hurt them. to them.

Thinking of this, Milky turned to look at the doctor again. He looked very ordinary, just a standard doctor. The doctor walked behind the table and sat down, looked up at them and said, "Nice to meet you. My name is Schiller, Schiller Rodriguez, you can just call me Dr. Schiller.”

"Who are you? Why do you appear here? What's going on with the Storm Girl outside? Where is the information?" Frankie asked almost impatiently.

Milky bumped Franky with her elbow again, signaling him not to be so impatient. Not to mention facing a strange doctor with unknown abilities, even for an ordinary person, it would be a bit rude to ask so many questions during their first meeting.

But surprisingly, the doctor was not angry. Schiller just shook his head and said, "You have too many questions. Ask the one you want to know most first."

Before Frankie could speak, Kimiko's body next to her was trembling a little. Milk rushed to comfort her. He said, "What's going on with that...that corpse outside?"

"You should know her better than I do, she broke in here and I killed her."

Lai Lai opened his mouth and said, "She... broke in here? But isn't this originally the mental hospital of Walter Company?"

"Who said that?"

Milk pursed his lips, and he didn't know how to answer this question. Schiller then asked him: "Walter's mental hospital? So have they cured any mental patients here?"

"I think... there shouldn't be. This place is not used to treat mental illness, right?"

"That's right, but I've cured all the patients here, so who owns this hospital?"

Lu Xia decided not to continue discussing this issue with him, and he then asked: "So who are you? And why do you come to this hospital?"

"I have already introduced you. I am Schiller Rodriguez and I am a doctor. I know you may be guessing that I have other identities, but in fact I don't. I am really just an ordinary doctor. ”

"Like all doctors, my bounden duty is to treat patients. In the past few months, I have made great achievements in this hospital, but the woman sitting in the hall downstairs has killed many There were patients waiting to be seen, so she sat there.”

Milky immediately understood that this doctor probably had a grudge against the Seven. He had seen too many people like this. They became crazy and abnormal because some important relatives and friends were killed by superheroes, or they looked crazy. It seems normal, but in fact it has long been crazy.

then. He cleared his throat and said: "We are all people who have the same experience as you. We are now dealing with the Vought Company and the Super Seven organized by it. We hope to get help from you."

"I know. This is the purpose of your coming here." Schiller picked up the glasses from the table, put them on himself, then turned to look at the dark sky outside, and said: "It's still a long time before dawn. We have time to talk slowly.”

Milky shook her head and said: "No, you killed Storm Girl. They all have trackers left by Walter Company in their bodies. They will find you soon..."

After saying that, Milkyself also reacted. Logically speaking, the moment Storm Girl was killed, Walter should have attacked the mental hospital's army. However, looking at the state of Storm Girl's body, it didn't look like she had just died. After a while, but after so long, the group of seven has not come yet.

Lai Lai immediately raised her eyes and asked, "Do you have a way to block trackers? Can you tell us?"

"I said, let's talk first."

Schiller knocked on the table and said, "I can only treat one patient at a time, so you stay, and the two of them go to the next clinic to wait."

Just as Frankie was about to refuse, Milk walked up and pushed him out. As he pushed. He whispered, "It's best to listen to him, and Kimiko is a little unstable now, you go over there to accompany her."

After sending both of them out, Milk sat opposite Schiller, looked into Schiller's eyes and asked, "What do you want to talk about?"

"Of course, the topic you are most interested in."

"What is the topic I am most interested in?"

"Superhero."

"No, don't use that word!" Milk took a deep breath, with uncontrollable anger in his tone, and he said, "This is not only an insult to these words, but also an insult to the language."

But Schiller shook his head and said, "You misunderstood, I'm not referring to the group of idiots packaged by Water Company."

Milk kept staring at Schiller's eyes, and he saw from there Arriving at a calm and deep sea, he seemed to be infected by this look and gradually calmed down. Schiller said:

"I want to talk about the real superheroes I have seen."

Latex didn't quite understand what he meant. He shook his head slightly, but Schiller explained patiently: "I know that in your life, you have hardly encountered any good things. Most of the people who come to this hospital are like this. Some of them are very bad and almost hopeless, but everyone knows that this is not their fault."

"But I am different from you. Fortunately, I have met many people who can be real superheroes at some time."

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Schiller's slightly nostalgic tone successfully attracted Milk. He looked into Schiller's eyes and asked, "... What are they like?"

"Same as you."

This was an answer that was completely beyond Milk's expectations. He didn't hear any words like glory, greatness, and bravery from Schiller. Milk lowered his head and laughed at himself and said, "Don't joke, with me..."

He trembled softly from his nose, as if he had heard the most ridiculous joke in the world, but Schiller said to him seriously, "I'm not kidding, they are the same as you and your companions."

"A group of ordinary people who need to eat, sleep, have their own jobs, and some are still in school."

Milk was like hearing a myth. He said, "How is it possible? Superheroes shouldn't all be..."

He paused for a long time, and seemed to be unable to find an adjective. In the end, he could only use a few empty words to describe it: "It's the kind of people who wear battle robes and uniforms, stand under the flash, and shake hands with people everywhere..."

"Aren't you talking about the Super Seven?"

Milk was choked, and finally said a little helplessly, "Well, I really don't have anything to say about this kind of people What concept is there?"

"Ordinary people, good people and superheroes, how do you understand these three words?"

Breast milk hesitated for a moment, his lips moved, and then said: "Ordinary people are just like us, without any superpowers, good people... maybe, but I haven't seen them much, superheroes..."

He shook his head, as if he didn't like to mention this word very much, and then Schiller said: "In my opinion, they are one and the same."

"The group of people I know are all ordinary people, with their own lives, tired, annoyed, and occasionally causing trouble."

"But they are also good people, bleeding and getting hurt will not make them give up the justice they insist on, and the character of some of them can even be described as noble."

"And superheroes..." Schiller also shook his head and said: "There are no superheroes in this world, only a group of ordinary people who are trying to be good people."

Breast milk coughed dryly from his throat, and for some reason, he turned his head to avoid Schiller's gaze. He felt that his eyes were a little sour and the corners of his mouth trembled a little. Obviously, this sentence reminded him of many, many people, including his father.

Milk finally couldn't control his emotions, his breathing was trembling, he said:

"Maybe you don't know, my father... he is, he... he is just an ordinary person, but... he tried hard to sue Water Company, to seek justice for those mothers infected by Water Company's drugs..."

Milk wiped his face and said: "In the end... he was exhausted to death, it's not an adjective..."

"He didn't have any super physical strength or self-healing ability. He was not a superhuman. He couldn't live without sleep and couldn't live without food, so, in the end, he died."

Milk stretched out his hands, covered his mouth, gritted his teeth and said: "But now, the word hero has been monopolized by those devils who deceived the world and stole the name. "Zhan, now whenever I read this word, I feel sick..."

"Why not take it back?"

"We are doing it, but..."

"I know you are sad, but have you ever thought that your father's experience has actually reminded you that this method will not work."

Schiller looked into the eyes of the milk, and the milk saw that the calm sea in the doctor's eyes suddenly surged with endless black tides. He heard Schiller say:

"They are a group of criminals."

"And the only ones who can deal with criminals are criminals."

"The only ones who can deal with criminals are criminals?"

"Who are you?"

"Who are we?"

"You are revenge."

"Are we seeking revenge?...Yes, we are seeking revenge, we are..."

"...Black-robed pickets."