"Are you sure you're really okay?"
Thor, who was standing at the door, looked at Eddie carefully. Eddie's condition looked very bad. His hair looked like it hadn't been washed for several days and had become a mess. The sweater he was wearing seemed to be from a famous brand.
, but many places have been hooked, not to mention the jacket, there is still dirty oil stains on one sleeve.
Thor has been wandering in Hell's Kitchen these days and has seen a lot of homeless people. There is nothing wrong with the image of Eddie joining the homeless community.
Seeing that his neighbor was in such a state of desolation, Thor was too embarrassed to talk about his nuisance. He could only say: "If you need help, I'll be next door..."
"Damn it! I'm not a bum!" Eddie obviously saw the sympathy in Thor's eyes. He hammered the door frame and said, "I just..."
As soon as he spit out a syllable, he suddenly swayed back and bumped into the entrance hall behind him. The water glass on the entrance door fell to the ground and broke. He looked back and cursed: "Damn it, why again..."
Then he fell hard to the left and hit his head on the door frame again. Then like a marionette, he staggered back a few steps and ran to the pool to vomit.
Now Thor could no longer sit idly by. Even if it was not to help him, but also to prevent the house he had finally found from being destroyed, he could only walk into Eddie's room to see what happened to him.
Eddie's house was a mess. There were several boxes of documents and sundries piled at the door. It looked like they had been packed in a hurry. Large and small objects were stacked together in no order, and it looked like they would collapse at any time.
Thor opened his legs, crossed over the documents, and found a bunch of machines he didn't recognize on his left hand side. Some were messy brackets, and some looked like cannons.
Thor had lived in the human world for so many days, and he probably understood that any machine he didn't recognize should be very expensive, and he would definitely not be able to pay for it if it was broken, so he walked around to the left and came to the sofa on the right.
at.
There was a pile of clothes on the sofa, the most conspicuous of which were a few suits wrapped in dust covers. They looked different from other clothes. Even if Thor couldn't tell what types of human clothes there were, he could still tell.
Come on, the workmanship of these suits is much better than others.
Walking in again, there was a suitcase spread out on the ground. Obviously, this man named Eddie was kicked out. His suitcase was also packed in a mess, and many things were piled on the ground before he could even take them out.
In the box.
After stepping over the suitcase and entering the kitchen, Thor saw Eddie squatting on the floor, leaning against the cupboard. He seemed to have completely collapsed, his eyes were dull and he was mumbling to himself.
Eddie saw a huge shadow appearing in front of him. When he looked up, he saw the tall Thor looking at him with concern. He opened his mouth and seemed to want to ask for help, but then he felt that he wanted to
What he said was too ridiculous, but he said nothing.
"Otherwise, I'll take you to the hospital." Thor lowered his head and said to Eddie, "You look really ill."
With that said, Thor turned and walked out, as if he wanted to make a phone call. Eddie quickly got up, grabbed him and said, "No! Don't go! I don't have any money to pay for the ambulance anymore!"
"But you look really bad." Thor turned around, pointed at Eddie's face and said, "You are simply the most haggard human being I have ever seen. Don't you have a mirror? Don't you look at yourself?"
"
Eddie sighed deeply. He walked slowly to the sofa, pushed aside the messy clothes, and said, "You are from Texas, right? Sit down, I don't have anything to entertain you.
Get the two cans of beer next to the box."
Thor stood there and glanced at him. Although he didn't know much about the people on Earth, he still had the basic ability to distinguish. He could tell that this man was not a homeless man, but he came here in desperation for some unknown reason.
, he obviously has a lot of stories to tell.
Thor looked up and looked out the window. It was still early. The warehouse work was in three shifts. It was not yet time for him to go to work. He was also idle when he was idle. Thor listened to Eddie and walked from his suitcase.
He got two cans of beer, walked to the opposite side of the sofa and sat down. He handed one can to Eddie and placed the other in front of him.
Of course he knew about wine. When he worked in the warehouse, the boss would take care of a meal, and Thor worked the evening shift. After his shift, his coworkers would invite him to drink draft beer.
For Thor, Earth's wine was a bit too weak, but it was better than nothing, so on the first day he moved to his new home, he went to the surrounding stores to buy a few bottles of beer to stock up.
Eddie opened the can and took two sips of beer. Thor waved at him and said, "Don't be like this. I can see that you don't drink in bars often? What you drink in like this is just foam. It's very bad."
My stomach is bloated and I won’t be able to drink anymore.”
"Later?" Eddie smiled bitterly and said, "I only have these two cans of beer. How long do you think I can drink it?"
"It doesn't matter, I still have a few bottles, I'll bring them to you later." Thor didn't care, his bold temperament was honed by the battlefield. Eddie looked at his movements and said: "You should be retired from the army.
Right? I can see that you should have been in the war."
Thor raised his eyebrows. This was the first time someone said this to him. He said to Eddie: "You must not be an ordinary person. No one has seen my identity before."
After hearing his admission, Eddie looked at it carefully and said, "Looking at your physical fitness, you should be an elite member of the special forces. Which unit are you in? Why didn't you become an instructor?"
Thor waved his hand and had no intention of continuing. Over the past few days, he had also discovered that bragging about his achievements on earth would only lead to being regarded as a lunatic and result in him losing his job.
Thor still didn't take ordinary humans seriously, so he didn't need them to confirm his achievements, so if anyone asked after that, he would just bow down and remain silent.
"Okay, I know you have a confidentiality policy, so I won't ask." Eddie took another sip of wine and said, "In this case, you should be very strict with your mouth. Maybe it's okay to talk to you."
"How on earth did you get yourself into this?"
Thor looked around the room and said, "You also have a lot of valuable things in this room. You must have been quite rich before, right? How did you end up like this?"
When he mentioned this, Eddie sighed deeply, and with the help of alcohol, he started talking.
"What I'm about to say next may be shocking, and you may think I'm crazy, but that's the truth."
Eddie took a sip of beer and squeezed the beer can tightly with his fingers, causing veins to bulge on the back of his hand.
"I was originally a reporter, and I was the top one. I won many awards, interviewed many celebrities, and had many well-known reports. When I was at my best, even the editor-in-chief looked at my face.
.”
Eddie put the beer can on the coffee table with a snap, and continued: "But just a month ago, everything changed."
His hand holding the beer can became tighter and tighter. The foam on the surface of the beer poured out from the mouth of the can, shining with a colorful luster under the dim light. Eddie's eyes stared at that luster, and his thoughts began to drift back to a
months ago.
"Morning, Eddie."
"Good morning, what's wrong? You seem to have something to say?" Eddie looked at his colleague. The colleague who greeted him came over and said in a low voice: "The editor-in-chief is looking for you. He seems to be quite angry. You'd better pay attention.
point."
After saying that, the colleague patted him on the shoulder and left. Eddie took the documents and the camera on his chest and pushed open the glass door of the editor-in-chief's office.
The editor-in-chief was on the phone when he saw Eddie coming in. He glanced at him with his eyes, then hung up the phone, knocked on the table, and motioned for Eddie to come over. He said, "Eddie, did you read the Daily Bugle yesterday?"
"Uh, I didn't look, what happened to them?"
"Their new newspaper issue sold out, and so did the magazine. They launched an issue of the newspaper that takes stock of the weirdos in New York. It has high-definition photos of Spider-Man and Iron Man, as well as on-site photos of them acting bravely. One reporter even talked to
Spider-Man struck up a conversation and confirmed that Spider-Man was really just a high school student."
"On the contrary, the sales of our last issue of the newspaper were dismal, and people were not interested in any river construction projects at all."
"Eddie, I know you are a well-known reporter, but you have gone too far recently. People don't care what projects those rich guys are going to start. It has nothing to do with them. They just want to watch the high-definition videos of those New York vigilantes.
Handsome photos, and their amazing gossip..."
"I know..." the editor stretched out his hand to comfort Eddie and said: "I know this kind of news is not your strong point, but we have to bow to sales. If we can't get some big news out, this season's performance will be too ugly.
I’m afraid I’ll have to cut my salary.”
Eddie heard the threat in the editor's tone, and he said helplessly: "Didn't we have the upper hand in the previous vampire incident?"
"That was a few months ago. For our industry, it's older than centuries. We have to find new hot spots!"
"By the way, you know about the recently popular immortality factor, right?"
"I've heard of it, but don't know much about it."
"That's okay. I have an appointment with Derek, the boss of the Life Foundation, tomorrow. You are responsible for interviewing him and talking to him about the immortality factor."
"The Life Foundation claims that they have found a better way to extract the immortality factor, and the effect is faster and more significant. They have also invited many experiencers, and the feedback has been very good. Drake has become very red recently. "
The editor-in-chief waved his fist and said: "We must seize this opportunity. If this interview becomes popular, not only can it surpass the Daily Bugle, maybe we will also have the opportunity to test that magical immortality factor potion?"
"Go ahead, Eddie, your career will reach new heights."
This chapter has been completed!