The process of waiting for others to write is always a bit boring. Rocket Raccoon sitting on the windowsill has already begun to observe what the furry plants in the vase Schiller placed next to the windowsill are.
There is something retro here, but not retro enough. It is obvious that the owner of the room did not deliberately decorate it in a Victorian style. Those candlesticks that look so gorgeous that it hurts your hands are just placed on the shelf as a collection without actually being plugged in.
Light the candles.
Just when Rocket Raccoon began to pass the boring time by guessing the story of each collection, Schiller dipped the ink again, which drew Rocket Raccoon's eyes to what was being written in the notebook.
Rocket Raccoon tilted his head, feeling a little puzzled. His language library contains the languages of countless interstellar civilizations, including most languages of slightly remote civilizations like Earth.
After learning the truth about his birth, he thought that this might be a way for the Kree Empire or the Skrull Empire to spread the word about the situation in the half-world lunatic asylum.
You must first know enough languages to communicate with enough people, but unfortunately, language alone is not enough.
When this pessimistic mood rose, Rocket Raccoon had to work hard to decipher the words Schiller was writing to distract him.
He has such an ability. In essence, he is a sophisticated machine. Thanks to the other two empires' care about the Shi'ar Empire, this machine is surprisingly easy to use.
Soon, Rocket Raccoon read the patterns in those words. It was essentially Latin, but it used the word order of another language, so it read a bit fragmented, as if it was deliberately obstructing the reader.
Why is this? Rocket Raccoon cannot deduce the purpose of Teller's doing this. He not only wants the readers of this book to construct a deeper scene, but also seems to deliberately set up obstacles to prevent him from easily understanding it.
Humans are really complicated creatures. Rocket Raccoon lowered his head a little. When he understood the content of the series of words, he suddenly realized it again.
"So, you're writing about your complicated plan? I'd say, that's kind of crazy... but why are you writing it in the first person of the victim? I mean, does that make your thinking flow more smoothly?
?”
"No, as you said, this is actually a letter, meant to be read by the person who receives it."
Rocket Raccoon felt even more confused until he saw the small talking animal mentioned in Schiller's last few sentences.
He opened his eyes wide, his dark eyes swirling, reflecting the light of the desk lamp, and then sighed: "Is this why you brought me here? You can write this letter and let me read it at the same time.
What do you want me to do?...You really know how to save effort."
After writing a paragraph, Schiller put down his pen, took a towel from the side of the bookshelf, wiped the ink on his hands, smiled and said: "So now, sir, you can go and defend your image rights.
"
"I wish I did." It's not without irony.
"If I had a photo camera, I would definitely take the photo of you that's stunned right now and sell it to the newspaper. It will definitely be on the headlines of the funny section tomorrow." Rocket Raccoon sat on the tombstone and rolled his eyes.
"You, you, you, you...I, I...I..."
Star-Lord Quill pointed at Rocket Raccoon for a while, and then pointed at himself. His steps were so diligent that he seemed to be doing a tap dance on the spot.
Suddenly he came to his senses, patted his forehead and said, "Peter, Peter, why haven't you adapted yet? What kind of weird race is there in the universe? What does a talking raccoon mean?"
"I've seen you." Rocket Raccoon calmed Quil down with just one sentence, and before he could start thinking, Rocket Raccoon said: "You are a member of the Shi'ar Empire Guards, and you have just participated in the Asgardian Gods.
The king’s wedding, coincidentally, I just came back from there too.”
Quill looked Rocket Raccoon up and down, looked at him with his hands on his hips and said, "It's normal for me to attend the God-King's wedding, but what's going on with you? In what capacity are you attending? Someone's little pet?
"
Quill stretched out his hands and made a quotation mark gesture with two fingers, but strangely, Rocket Raccoon didn't hear much contempt in his tone, but instead it seemed like a joke to close the distance between them. Sure enough,
He saw the young man in front of him smiled bitterly and shook his head and said:
"Well, if you are a little pet, then maybe I am just a knife. It is not very sharp and has no use. Naturally, no one pays attention to it."
After saying that, Quill lowered his head and looked at the tomb in front of him. He squatted down, stretched out a hand to wipe off the dusty epitaph, and looked at the photo on the tomb solemnly.
Rocket Raccoon jumped down, stood beside Quill, and looked at the name on the grave - "Meredith".
"She's my mother, obviously."
"How did she die?"
"Very bizarre."
"More bizarre than a talking raccoon?"
Quill showed a helpless smile, reached out and rubbed Rocket Raccoon's head vigorously, and then said: "Of course not, she was killed by a group of aliens. She died from the ion gun, a technological weapon that humans cannot understand, because of the wound
It’s too weird, so I can only bury it here.”
"Have you avenged her?"
"Maybe so."
There was always a kind of sadness in Quill's eyes, but he didn't look like such a melancholy person. Rocket Raccoon thought, maybe there was a deeper dark story about his mother.
"The whole story begins with a spaceship crashing in Colorado, like the beginning of an old science fiction story, where a seriously injured alien crawls out and is on the verge of death, and an Earth woman saves him.
They lived happily together, and soon after, the woman became pregnant. But one day, the husband returned to his hometown because of his responsibilities, leaving his pregnant wife alone in Englewood.
On the day her child was born, this woman suddenly had a crazy idea that took over her soul. Something called to her and she knew she had to answer.
So, the woman who had just given birth rushed out the door like crazy with her baby in her arms. She wanted him to take a look at the sky, or the stars hidden behind the sky, which were calling her.
Unsurprisingly, she saw that the originally scattered stars were knitted into a straight line. She let out a crazy cry like she had never seen before and almost fainted. Perhaps her mother's instinct was telling her that the stars would take over.
Take her kids away.
All this was told to me by my mother, who repeated this story to me numerous times, especially her sadness and lack of control.
Perhaps because of my alien ancestry, I was able to do things that humans cannot do. On the first day of my birth, I had clear vision and clear memory.
What I didn't tell my mother was that on that day, amidst her cries, I saw the stars embracing me.
Behind the stars, among the stars, deeper in the depths, I saw something infinitely terrifying and infinitely great, reaching out to me.”
"What did he see?" Stark in front of the circular Zen window looked away from the words in the notebook and asked.
But Strange was surprisingly silent. This kind of silence without thinking was rare for this increasingly mature mage, as if some rules had stopped him and forced him to remain silent.
Perhaps a few seconds passed, or perhaps dozens of minutes passed before Strange said in a strange voice like a violin that suddenly rose in pitch: "Tony, has the powerful power of the Iron Demon given you anything?"
Fearful courage and confidence?”
"It's obvious."
"What if there is something that cannot be measured by strength?"
"Are you worried that I will be afraid?"
"It's obvious."
"what is that?"
"Stars."
"I will use more neutral words when describing the stars, instead of using all the gorgeous and good words like many poets praise the sun." Schiller's voice echoed in the room, as if he was speaking to someone.
"The sun belongs to humans, and we never hesitate to praise our own things, but the stars are not like that. They never belong to us, they just hang in the sky, quietly looking down at us, and looking at us."
"When mankind steps towards the stars, in addition to the lively interstellar society, what awaits us may be something greater and more terrifying in the depths."
When Schiller wiped the ink on his hand and picked up the pen again, slightly unfamiliar cursive writing appeared on the paper, and the steady narrative tone in the notebook finally began to fluctuate.
"On the second day after I returned to Earth, I received a strange letter. I had not received a letter for many years, but I still opened the letter and read the contents."
"Not surprisingly, it was a letter from my good friend Lisa, who works for NASA and who, after my mother passed away, was arguably the most important woman in my life."
"But the relationship between the two of us is not love, but out of love for the same cause. It may sound a bit crazy. A crazy person like me who talks nonsense once worked as a mechanic at a NASA aviation base. This job is still
Thanks to Lisa."
"In the first hour after I returned to Earth, I called her. I was relieved to hear that she was still so energetic, but the content of her letter made me a little uneasy."
"She mentioned that in the decades since my mother was killed, UFO sightings have increased in the Southwest and throughout the United States, and similar phenomena have also been reported in the East. This is not good news."
"But a thought suddenly came to my mind - can they not wait? Because they can't wait, have they had to send a more precise and louder call?"
"So, what are you going to do?" Rocket Raccoon crossed his arms and looked at Quill and asked. He shook his beard and then said, "To be honest, I don't want to wander back into the universe, at least not alone."
"But you haven't said why you are here." Quill turned his head and looked at Rocket Raccoon.
"At the banquet, I could see that we probably share the same problem. That day I heard you telling Heimdall, who was in charge of the Rainbow Bridge, that you wanted to come to Earth. It happened that the psychiatrist who was temporarily monitoring me was also an Earthling, so I came over.
Looking for you."
"But you're a raccoon."
"Mechanical Raccoon." Rocket Raccoon rolled his eyes and stretched out his little claws. Quill wasn't sure if he saw anything, so he brought his face closer, and then with a "swish" sound, the sharp mechanical
The claw popped out and almost cut Quill's nose open.
"It's amazing." Quill slowly shook his head and said, but soon, his eyes were filled with surprise. He turned his body around, almost lying on the ground and looked into Rocket Raccoon's eyes and said: "
Then are you willing to help me?"
"That's why I asked you, what are you going to do next?"
"I have to go find Lisa." Quill grabbed his hair and said, "She needs my help. Recently, another UFO landed in the Rocky Mountains. I came back at the right time."
"She helped me before, but since I left the earth, I have never had the chance to repay her. Now she is very worried about her work and is under great pressure from her boss. This is clearly reflected in the letter. I
You have to help her."
Quill stretched out his arm towards Rocket Raccoon. Rocket Raccoon sighed, and after a moment's pause, he grabbed Quill's arm and jumped onto his shoulder.
When the last rays of the setting sun fell below the horizon, the young man and the figure of the raccoon on his shoulders disappeared on the skyline of the road next to the cemetery.
"At that time, I still had the heart to help my friends, but what happened next was not worthy of my pure mood at that time, but far exceeded it and even shattered it."
"This is not because our friendship is not strong enough, it is just something that keeps calling me in the darkness, just like the song of a skylark high in the sky, distant, indifferent, and I don't know where to go."
