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The black-robed picket's extra prologue

It's a spin-off of "Black Robe Pickets"!

It’s just a TV series called Motherland, which has nothing to do with the main text!

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In the dimly lit corridor, a doctor wearing a white coat and a mask pushed a trolley and walked slowly over. His leather shoes stepped on the smooth floor, leaving a slightly cold reflection.

The pace slowed down and finally stopped in front of a door.

Looking over the top of his shoes and looking in through the crack in the door, he saw the other pair of feet standing behind the door. Obviously, someone was blocking the door.

The doctor put the cart aside, stretched out his hand and knocked lightly on the door. Hearing no response from the other side, he said in a gentle tone like coaxing a child: "No, Cindy, open the door, take the medicine."

Time is up."

There was still no movement in the door. The doctor held the door handle and said, "You don't need any medical treatment this week. You just need to take good medicine. I swear, no one will bother you again..."

The atmosphere in the corridor and in the room was quiet. The dim lights flickered, making the hospital look a bit scary. A gloved hand reached over the medicine box on the cart and tapped it gently with his finger.

He tapped the tops of the bottles of medicine, then took one out and flicked the cap.

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

"Now, open the door. I don't want to say it a third time." The doctor's voice was still calm, but there was an irresistible coldness in the end.

The crying inside became louder and louder, and with a "click", the door opened a small crack. The doctor pushed the door open and walked in. A bald female patient wearing a hospital gown was pressing her body against the corner, holding her hands on each other.

She had two walls, which seemed to give her some sense of security.

The doctor didn't look at her after walking in. Instead, he turned back, pushed the cart in, and began to operate on the cart. He said: "Starting from today, the dose of medicine will be reduced, and you will also have two hours of ventilation every day."

Time, but you have to promise me, Cindy..."

The doctor took out the syringe and drew the liquid from the medicine bottle. As he was busy, he said: "You can't use your telekinesis to damage the fence. Remember last time? You damaged the newly repaired hedge."

It’s so bad that I have to hire a gardener again, which is wrong.”

When the female patient named Cindy heard the word hedge, her fear switch was turned on. She whimpered and kept hiding in the corner, shaking her head and saying: "No, no, I don't want to go out.

…”

"It's good for your condition to go out and relax properly. 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. As if all her strength had been drained away, her body slowly slid down against the wall, and finally sat on the ground, hugging her knees with both hands, and burying her head in her arms.

among.

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

symptom.

"

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

The doctor finally got the syringe, and a few drops of medicine dripped from the tip of the needle. He took the syringe and walked over and squatted down. He looked at Cindy and said, "Sorry, I'm not educating you. I know that you are treating the teacher like a child."

The character is very scared because you were once 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 touching her ear and said: "...Yes, I know. You were scared because it was your mother who delivered the baby at that time.

You went to him for tutoring, and after knowing what he did, you asked you to use this to threaten him into giving you money..."

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

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

Cindy's trembling became more and more severe, but she unconsciously followed the doctor's instructions, seeming to be expecting the medicine to alleviate some of her current pain.

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

Pulling out the needle, the doctor stood up and turned to look at the setting sun outside the window. In the light of the setting sun, he could see the sign standing outside the abandoned mental hospital. The slightly old sign was decorated with flowers.

The name of this mental hospital is written in English - "Sage of the Woods".

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

With the soft sound of the door handle turning, the door creaked open, and a doctor wearing a white coat and a mask walked in, but he turned around, waved to the nurse holding a broom and said:

"Lamplighter, come here and help me. The wheels of this cart seem to be broken."

The nurse who was called the lamplighter quickly put down the broom and walked up. He squatted down, looked at the wheel and said, "Oh, Doctor Schiller, it seems that the bearing is stuck. Wait a minute..."

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

"No, don't go yet. Let's take it back to the preparation room first. Today's airing time is about to begin, and you still have to help."

The lamplighter's movements stiffened again, and he raised his eyes to look at the doctor. By chance, the doctor was taking off his mask at this time.

This is a doctor who fits the image of a doctor very well. He looks mature, steady and elegant, with a bit of scholarly air. His voice is always calm when he speaks, and he is very patient with patients. But after seeing his face, the lamplighter

He immediately looked away, turned around quickly, and put his hand on his lips, as if to hide some of his expression.

"What's wrong with you?" The doctor known as Schiller turned to look at him and said, "Are you a little uncomfortable again? Where is your lighter? The soothing object will help you stabilize your mood better."

"No, it's nothing..." The lamplighter took a deep breath. He seemed to have gathered up his courage, and then he turned back to Schiller and said, "Who is there during today's free time? Cindy will..."

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

"Wait a minute." The lamplighter suddenly spoke. He pinched his fingers and the muscles in his arms trembled a little. He said, "I heard from the doctor that Storm seems to be coming to this hospital for inspection tomorrow. She is... very difficult to deal with.

, doctor, we..."

"It doesn't matter, everything is as usual." Schiller shook his head, as if he didn't care, paused, and said, "Okay, tomorrow I will give Xindi a larger dose of medicine to prevent her from running out.

."

After saying that, he pushed the somewhat unreliable cart out. The lamplighter followed behind him and said, "Doctor, I'd better push it. It looks a little bad."

"It's okay, how are things going lately? Do compulsive behaviors still occur from time to time?"

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

"It doesn't matter. No treatment can be done in one step. There is no magic medicine in this world that can quickly cure all diseases. If someone says there is, then he must be lying to you."

"Thank you." The lamplighter stepped forward, took the trolley 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 up his glasses and asked him: "Have you seen any other doctors? You never told me before."

The lamplighter's fingers suddenly trembled, and he stammered: "Yes, but he is not a doctor who treats mental illness. I have been burned before and went to see a doctor in the burn department..."

"How did he say?"

The lamplighter's hand tightly grasped the handle of the cart, and the veins on his hand appeared. This seemed to bring back bad memories for him. He said: "I didn't say anything to him, it was my father who was talking to him."

communicate."

"He told my dad that situations like this will happen often in the future." The lamplighter seemed to be holding a breath, and then sighed along with his next sentence: "...but my dad doesn't care.

"

"I have mentioned before, don't always think about those who have mentally controlled you. I know it is difficult to get rid of their control, but you have to work hard, otherwise you will never become

You can’t find your true self.”

The lamplighter took two deep breaths, his fingers gradually relaxed, and then said: "I tried it, just follow the method you said. In fact, it feels really good. I haven't had such a good rest in a long time."

Already..."

After saying 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 it turned into fear.

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

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

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

When he recalled these things now, he still felt amazing, because at that time, in a corridor, he saw broken glass and a man in a white coat holding a job notice.

That's Schiller.

The lamplighter who was pushing the cart in the corridor shook his head. He did not remember this scene very clearly. He only remembered that Dr. Schiller got up from the ground in a somewhat embarrassed manner at that time, but he did not show any anger.

expression.

At that time, the lamplighter standing in the dark corridor saw Schiller opening the notice in his hand, with a helpless expression on his face, and then said to himself: "Is this how you deal with a problem?

?Suddenly throwing me into a strange world?"

Seeing that he looked like a psychopath, the lamplighter raised his head and complained to the air: "There is nothing official at all, it is all personal grudges."

Later, he found Schiller's eyes on him, and Schiller asked him: "Who are you?"

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

behind.

"Oh, Lamplighter, your name is Lamplighter, right?" Schiller called out his name directly, and then said: "It seems that there was quite a trouble this time, and he 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 to take a vacation."

After saying that, he lowered his head and was stunned for a moment, then returned to normal. He just turned back to look at the lamplighter, and when he met his eyes, he saw astonishing 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?

Coming?"

"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, I just didn't expect Walter to have such a...good doctor like you."

Schiller smiled and said: "Do you think I am a good doctor? I remember you ran to me when you saw me at the beginning."

The originally relaxed expression of the lamplighter froze again. He swallowed and said nothing. As the two chatted and walked forward, they passed through the courtyard in the center of the hospital and went down the stairs until they came to

layer.

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

."

The lamplighter's lips began to tremble, and he seemed to be forced to turn his head. He closed his eyes and slowly turned his head to the center of the hall. When he opened his eyes, it was still the same horrific scene that appeared in his nightmares every day.

The empty hospital hall only has rows and rows of seats used to rest while waiting, but now they are full of people.

In other words, it's not a person, but a corpse.

There are a total of four rows of chairs, and each row is filled with a corpse that died in a different way. They are all fixed in the same posture, with their arms crossed on their chests, and their hands on both sides of their necks.

Looking up, the only difference is that their death methods are all 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 was the person who Schiller pointed out to replace.

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 completely filled with dirt.

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

The lamplighter closed his eyes hard. Before that, he could clearly see the suture marks on Duncan's abdominal and chest cavities. He remembered clearly that when the doctor performed the sutures, Duncan was still alive, even though he had lost his body.

More than 60% of his internal organs were removed, but he was still conscious.

The lamplighter will never forget that after Schiller finished all this, he put on gloves and stuffed a seed from Duncan's throat, and then said to him: "You like soil so much, I guess, become

A flowerpot should be your best destination."

Duncan was still alive at that time, but his expression told the lamplighter that he had never longed for death so much.

The lamplighter trembled and turned his head back. He stared at the medicine bottles on the trolley, but in fact he didn't recognize all the words on them. He seemed to be trying to read something from these medicine bottles.

Same.

This doctor, who always seemed so calm and gentle, killed all the patients who were disobedient and wanted to escape during the first month he came here, and put them on the chair.

And all the remaining patients did not escape the 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 kind of torture, while others, like him, were truly saved from fear, pain and torture.

Finally walking through the hall, these dozens of seconds made the lamplighter feel as long as centuries. He breathed a sigh of relief. After arriving at the preparation room, he first pushed the cart in and put it in the correct position.

Then he turned around and walked out. Seeing Schiller's back 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 head-on for the first time. The lamplighter stood in front of the door and turned around. He saw Schiller still playing with medical instruments he didn't recognize at the table. He shook his head.

Then he turned around and went out.

Standing in front of the table, Schiller was replenishing new potion bottles on the shelf while thinking about 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 Vought. 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 Corporation 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 way this group of superheroes acted, 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 superpower to kill the grandson of the former leader of the black robe picket.

The Watt Company announced to the public that the lamplighter was dead, but in fact they threw him into this mental hospital and used him 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 team, 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.

"Humph." She hung up the phone directly 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 "patients" sitting in very neat rows in the hospital lobby, waiting.

Storm Girl 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, the amount of suffocating information in it made her think.

It stopped running immediately.

The 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 hard 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 radio, Storm Girl suddenly heard subtle footsteps coming from behind. 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 instinctively feel fear.

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.

Anyone who faces a group of monsters that look like humans but seem to have no consciousness will feel strange and frightened from the bottom of their hearts. The storm girl's mentality has undergone some changes. She wants 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 to leave, a piercing alarm sounded from the radio again: "Please go to clinic 201 for patient No. 3203, please go to clinic 201 for patient No. 3203..."

"enough!

"Storm Girl shouted, and with a wave of her hand, a shock wave smashed the broadcasting 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 had already sat 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 see 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. Instead, he came to the window again and observed the scene over there through the window.

As expected, several people in the woods 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 flash of the two 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 happened to that burst of light just now?" Schiller squinted his eyes, as if he had just been awakened. He said, "Coming to such a mental hospital at this time, they should have a very urgent condition that needs treatment.

?”

The lamplighter opened his mouth, not knowing how to answer. He thought that if those suspicious figures were from Watt Company, then he should immediately give a positive answer. In this way, in the center of the hospital lobby, there would be another scene tomorrow.

There are a few more patients waiting for treatment.

Schiller waved his hand impatiently and said, "Bring them over for me. I'll wait for them in the consulting room."

With that said, he turned around and went upstairs.

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

As he scanned, he found three sneaky figures moving in front of the door. The lamplighter walked to the corridor next to him and stood there for a while. As expected, those few people immediately left after seeing him leaving.

He slipped through the door.

They got a little closer and when they lit the lamp, they discovered that they were a white man, a black man and an Asian woman. As soon as they walked in through the door, they were shocked by the strong smell of blood inside.

At this moment, there was a "pop" sound and all the lights in the lobby were turned on.

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

The white man among them immediately took out his gun and pointed it at the lamplighter. The lamplighter squinted his eyes and did not recognize him. However, after the white man holding the gun got used to the sudden intense light, he opened his eyes wide and said, "Light the lamp."

people?!

"

The first thing the other two people saw was not the lamplighter, but the bizarre and terrifying scene in the hall. They were once very familiar with Storm Girl, who had cursed her name countless times. Her body was now in a strange shape.

Pose tied to a chair.

Yes, it was easy to tell that it was a corpse, because below her chest and above her pelvis, only her spine was left.

She crossed her arms over her chest, put her hands on the sides of her neck, and raised her head. The frightened expression on her face seemed to have not 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 angrily wanted to shoot. The black man stopped him, shook his shoulder and said: "

Wait! Frankie! Wake up!

"

The black man took away his gun, broke off his head and said, "Look at that! Storm! She's dead!"

"

Frankie was about to yell angrily. He tilted his head slightly and saw the horrifying death of Storm Girl. His words were instantly suppressed, and a nauseating feeling kept rising. He held his hand and held it back.

My neck started to retching.

The Asian woman supported him. Frankie vomited for a while, then stood up hard and said, "What the hell is going on? Why are there so many... human organs in this hall..."

Just when he finished these words, the eyes of the three people fell on the broom in the lamplighter's hand.

The lamplighter looked down at the blood 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, so come with me."

"

With that said, he turned around and was about to go upstairs. Franky shouted loudly: "Don't follow him! It must be a trap! He is the murderer who burned Mallory's grandson to death! A cruel superhero! And the gang

The Seven are a team!

"

"He is, I'm 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

He straightened up and said, "I know what you want to do here. The hard drive that stores Walter's data is in my hand. If you want it, just come here."

After saying that, he turned around and walked towards a consulting room. The three people who were staying there now were either leaving or not.

This is not an ordinary world. If we don’t leave, no one knows whether the lamplighter in front of us will suddenly explode and burn them all into cokes. They also don’t know if the mysterious doctor just now has any superpowers and will kill him immediately.

Kill them.

But if he leaves, this mission will be a complete failure, and the operation against Watt Company will reach a deadlock.

In the end, it was the black man who made up his mind. He glanced around and said in a low voice: "It seems that the doctor is sane, unlike those crazy superpowers."

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

"If there was a trap, the three of us should have become like her by now." The black man known as Milk glanced at Storm Girl, and looking at Kimiko's changing expressions, he comforted: "

If I guessed correctly, it was the doctor who killed Storm Girl just now, which shows that he and the Seven may also have a grudge."

"He killed Storm, took over the hospital, and even recruited the Lamplighter. This shows that he is very likely to be someone who is determined to oppose superheroes like us. If we can get his help, we want to

There is hope for revenge."

Frankie took a deep breath and calmed down. He also felt that what Milky said made sense. If the doctor had malicious intentions, he could kill Storm Girl, and several of his own 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.

After arriving at the door of the clinic and opening the door, there was 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 is a pile of documents that have not been packed away.

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 any hesitation. Frankie turned around and stared at him. Milky nudged Frankie with her elbow, and Frankie turned her head around.

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

Protect.

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 carry a large group of bodyguards with them wherever they go, as if they are afraid that ordinary people who have no power to restrain chickens can hurt them.

to the same as 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 Xi."

Le, 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 Frankie 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 shaking a little. Milk rushed to comfort her. He said, "What's going on with that...that corpse outside?"

"You should know her better than me. 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?"

"Yes, but I have cured all the patients here, so who owns this hospital?"

Xia 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 people.

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 gone crazy.

So he cleared his throat and said: "We are all people who have experienced the same thing as you. We are now dealing with the Vought Corporation 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: "There is 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.

It took a while, but after such a long time, the seven-person group still hasn't come.

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 nearby clinic to wait."

Just when Frankie was about to refuse, Milk stepped forward and pushed him out. As he pushed, he whispered: "It's best to listen to him, and Kimiko's condition is a bit unstable now. Go over there and keep her company."

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

"Of course it's the topic you're most interested in."

"What topic am I most interested in?"

"Super hero."

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

Schiller shook his head and said: "You misunderstood, I am not referring to the group of idiots packaged by Walter Company."

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

"I'm going to talk about the real superheroes I've seen."

Lai Xie didn't quite understand what he meant. He shook his head slightly, but Schiller explained patiently: "I know that in your life, you have rarely encountered any good things. Most of the people who come to this hospital

People are like this, some of them are very bad and almost incurable, but everyone knows that they can't be blamed."

"But I am different from you. Fortunately, I have met many people who can truly become superheroes during a certain period of time."

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

"Just like you."

This was an answer that was completely beyond Lai Lai's expectation. He didn't hear any words like glory, greatness, and bravery from Schiller. Lai Lai lowered his head and smiled at himself and said, "Stop joking, come with me..."

He made a slight trill 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 just like you and your companions."

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

It was like hearing a fairy tale. He said: "How is it possible? Superheroes shouldn't all be..."

He paused for a long time, seemingly unable to find an adjective, and finally could only use a few empty words to describe it: "It's the kind of person who wears a shirt and uniform, stands under the flashing lights, and shakes hands with people everywhere..."

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

She choked on her milk, and finally said helplessly: "Okay, I really have no idea about this kind of person."

"What do you understand by the words ordinary people, good people and superheroes?"

Milky hesitated for a moment, moved his lips, and then said: "Ordinary people are just like us. They don't have any superpowers. Good people...maybe, but I haven't seen many superheroes..."

He shook his head, as if he disliked mentioning the word very much, but then Schiller said: "In my opinion, they are one."

"The people I know are all ordinary people who have their own lives. They get tired, get annoyed, and occasionally make trouble."

"But they are also good people. Bloodshed and injuries will not make them give up the justice they insist on. 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, there are only a group of ordinary people who are trying to be good people."

Milk made a dry cough from his throat. For some reason, he turned his head to avoid Schiller's gaze. He felt that his eyes were a little sore and the corners of his mouth were trembling. Obviously, this sentence reminded him of many, many people.

Among them was his father.

Milky's emotions finally became uncontrollable, and his voice trembled when he inhaled, and he said:

"Perhaps you don't know, my father...he is, he...he is just an ordinary person, but...he worked hard to litigate with Vought Company to seek justice for the mothers who were infected by Vought's drugs.

…”

Milk wiped her face and said: "In the end... he was exhausted. It's not an adjective..."

"He didn't have any super physical strength or self-healing ability. He was not a super human. He couldn't sleep or eat. So, in the end, he died."

Milk stretched out her hands, covered her mouth, gritted her teeth and said, "But now, the word hero has been occupied by those devils who deceive the world and steal their reputation. Now whenever I read this word, I feel sick..."

"Then why not take it back?"

"We are doing it, but..."

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

Schiller looked into Milky's eyes, and Milky saw that the calm sea in the doctor's eyes suddenly surged into an endless black tide. He heard Schiller say:

"They are a bunch of criminals."

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

Milk repeated in a low voice: "The only ones who can deal with criminals are criminals?"

"who are you?"

"who are we?"

"You are seeking revenge."

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

"...black-robed pickets."


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