Wilson saw an entire rotten town, with all the residents reduced to a mass of rotten flesh.
He failed to save those people.
After meeting fellow countrymen from a different world and witnessing the cruel and cold history, he still couldn't do anything.
So what exactly can he do?
Even if he could transform into Ultraman, what use would it be?
He is not an omniscient and omnipotent existence, and neither is Ultraman. Strictly speaking, their initial images were similar to humans, and then they were irradiated and evolved into Ultraman.
Ultraman also has his own limits of ability and things that he cannot undo.
For example, the creator of Drom, Shikari, was once a peace-loving scientist and a stunning genius. However, his favorite planet Abai was destroyed by Bogaru. The wisdom of Abai
The resentment of the living body attached itself to Shikari and became the "Armor of Revenge". After that, there was only resentment in his heart for revenge against Bogaru.
As a Hunter Knight Sword, Hikari is of course full of anger and hatred, but he can't do anything. Even if he is an outstanding scientist and an out-and-out genius, he cannot save the tragedy of Apap.
However, watching the tragedy unfold before our eyes and feeling powerless is really extremely despairing.
Wilson once again thought of the old man with half a face, and the thin and hunched Chinese worker just now.
They all seemed to remind him of his powerlessness.
"What’s wrong with you?"
Geologist William frowned and looked at his friend. He vaguely felt that something was wrong with his friend from the beginning, no, it seemed from the small town, and he was often distracted.
"No, it's nothing, I'm just thinking about some issues." Wilson sighed, "I want to go out for a walk, stroll around the streets of Boston, and relax."
The expedition team gathered in the open space near the pier, and the University of Michigan had a generous amount of money to rent a large area for parking and rest.
Because of the sudden situation before, Captain Linden was not sure whether the people left behind had any mental abnormalities, or whether there were some hidden dangers that had not been confirmed, or it might be because they cast a shadow on the hotel, so they
They concentrated on setting up tents in this open space and did not choose to rest in the surrounding hotels.
Fortunately, the luggage loaded on the truck was well prepared, with enough field equipment, and of course there were tents. Although sleeping in the tent was not very comfortable, the small environment did provide some sense of security to the members of the expedition team.
What Wilson meant by going out for a walk was to get out of the tent and walk around.
"Are you going out?" Captain Lyndon, who was passing by, noticed Wilson, or maybe he had been paying special attention to Wilson. In short, he stepped forward and asked, "I feel like you are not in a good mood."
"Ah, I have nothing."
Wilson twitched his lips, "It's just that when I close my eyes now, I think of the rotten monster in the hotel, and that..."
He was stuck, as if he didn't really want to recall that painful and desperate night.
Captain Linden can also understand. After all, no matter how tenacious the spirit is and how strong the willpower is, it is good to be able to maintain basic consciousness when encountering an abnormal situation beyond imagination.
The other members also had some mental problems to a greater or lesser extent.
It seems that Professor Wilson is just having a nightmare, and these problems are not big.
"You can go to the beach to see the scenery, or you can go around the city and drink some coffee, or you can go to places like museums, libraries, art galleries, etc. to relax."
Of course, Captain Linden would not order others to stay here and be under strict supervision. On the contrary, he actually hoped that his team members would have fun and relax and relieve the pressure that Field Town had brought to them.
"I have been to Boston many times, but every time I never had a chance to take a walk." Captain Lyndon sighed regretfully, "It is also the capital of Massachusetts, and there are more unruly people than our backwaters.
Arkham Town is much better."
Wilson looked at Captain Lyndon with some confusion: "Aren't the residents of Arkham Town quite warm and honest?" He actually liked the leisurely small town life atmosphere of Arkham Town.
"..." Captain Linden didn't know what to say.
I couldn't tell this cute new professor who had just arrived at the University of Michigan.
Did UM students and the unscrupulous people in the surrounding Arkham town try to summon the evil god more than a hundred times in the last academic year?
It is worth mentioning that some of the attempts to summon the evil god here are for the purpose of killing him. There are always some students who think that they are capable enough after studying mysticism for more than a year.
Generally, heathens can't do much good in the hands of those unscrupulous people in Arkham. Several emergency dispatches were made to save those poor heathens from the unscrupulous people, and they had to go to great lengths to make them physical or
It is amnesia on a mental level.
After recalling the heroic deeds of the unscrupulous people, Captain Linden wanted to complain, but he just called it warm and honest?
However, he still swallowed everything silently.
There is an unwritten rule in Arkham. As long as you don't expose those who come from the other world to everyone, and as long as others don't know what you are doing, then you are just an ordinary person who knows nothing.
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If you're having fun, there's Miskatonic University nearby.
Of course, Captain Lyndon will not tell Wilson these things. He needs to discover and explore the truth himself.
That’s the spirit of Miskatonic, isn’t it?
"Ahem, let's not talk about Arkham Town." Captain Lyndon patted Wilson on the shoulder, "It is indeed a small town that likes foreign guests. But of course it cannot be compared with big cities. There are many things here.
It’s all quite novel.”
Captain Lyndon sighed: "Unlike me, I was born in that remote corner next to Arkham. You probably don't know much about it when you first came here. That place is called Dunwich, but since I went to the University of Michigan, I
I haven’t been back for a long time.”
"By the way..." Captain Linden slapped his forehead as if he had thought of something, "You graduated from Harvard, right, and then went to New York. Why did you come to Miskatonic?"
He seemed to inadvertently bring up Wilson's past.
"This..." Wilson smiled awkwardly, "This is not something worth talking about...Anyway, my mentor gave me a letter of recommendation and asked me to come to the University of Michigan to teach."
He can't say that he can only come to UM because he has no money and sleeps on the street, right?
"Is that so?"
Captain Linden smiled gently, but the smile did not touch his eyes, as if he was exploring something.
But Wilson was still immersed in his own emotions and didn't notice much.