Chapter 1395 The Call of the Stars (Twenty-One)

Quill and Rocket Raccoon decided to go to a newspaper office not far from New York's Central Park. This was an intuitive action without careful consideration. In fact, neither person nor the bear seemed to have thought about this function well.

Perhaps they experienced so many dangers while wandering that they could even maintain a relatively relaxed attitude when facing such a terrible disaster. At least Quill was quite relaxed. Yes, it's frighteningly easy.

The reason for their operation was that they did not find anything in New York's Central Park, but they found the body of a newsstand owner in a nearby newsstand, and found a newspaper reporter's business card on him.

The business card shows that the newspaper office is not far from here. In order to answer the question "Is there panic in society?", Quill and Rocket Raccoon decided to go to the newspaper office. After all, many reporters from such small newspapers have noses like hyenas, and there is no chaos. They have to create chaos. If a little chaos occurs, why not immediately add fuel to the fire and report it?

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After arriving at the newspaper office, the two of them found the filing room without much effort, and then began to look through the large pile of files.

But what is a bit disappointing is that this newspaper, which does not seem to be very famous, does not spread rumors like some pheasant news channels. It seems that they are a media that focuses on tourism, so it would be okay to set up near Central Park in New York. Not surprising.

A lot of their reports are about travel information in the New York area, and they seem to have cooperated with many hotels. There are a lot of travel agency advertisements in the newspaper. After a long time of browsing, they only found various useless attraction introductions. information.

Quill stared at the sample issue of one of the magazines, looked at the date on it, and said: "When we came in, was there a perpetual calendar at the door? So according to the publication date of this magazine, until 4 months ago , this newspaper is still working normally, but the corpses on the road have been there for at least three months, and there are only ten days left before the end of the world, so they still have time to report travel information? "

Quill was puzzled, but at this moment, Rocket Raccoon shouted, jumped down from the top of the cabinet, held a tabloid in his hand, and handed it to Quill.

Quill glanced at the information in the tabloid and found nothing important, and then when he looked at the date, he exclaimed: "Two months ago???"

If the end of the world broke out three months ago, how could there be a well-printed and beautifully produced tabloid from two months ago?

Quill covered his eyes and tried hard to deduce with his somewhat unclear brain: "We saw a corpse on the street. He may have died three months ago, and he was lying here like that after his death. , not moved by anyone.”

"In other words, three months ago, the situation had deteriorated to the point where corpses were thrown everywhere on the street without anyone taking care of it. Then the people must have known that the end was coming. After all, who could not see so many corpses on the street? Woolen cloth?"

"You know that the end is coming, why don't you hide at home, come to work in a newspaper office, and still have the mood to print travel tabloids? In the years since I have been away from the earth, has humankind developed so crazy?"

"Could it be that the people trapped in the newspaper office cultivate their own sentiments?" Rocket Raccoon raised a possibility. He said: "I have also met some people hiding in doomsday shelters before. They will try their best to give Find some fun for yourself to prevent yourself from going crazy in loneliness.”

"How long have they been hiding in the shelter?"

"Probably a few decades."

"But it has only been a few months since the apocalypse broke out. How big is this person's heart? After a few months of the city being destroyed and corpses littering the fields, he can immediately adjust his mentality and start entertaining himself?"

Rocket Raccoon fell silent. Apparently, Quill succeeded in convincing him. He felt that intelligent life could not be so heartless.

It is possible to have some fun after hiding for decades, but after only hiding for a few months, and still in an unsafe environment, he can have the heart to write a long and beautiful text praising the scenery. He If he had this kind of willpower, wouldn’t he have survived to this day?

"It's so weird." Quill sighed, sighed, and then said: "This place is full of mysteries, but I firmly believe that there must be a key, perhaps among these documents."

After saying that, he started rummaging again. Rocket Raccoon had nothing else to do but join him. After about ten minutes, Quill stopped and Rocket Raccoon jumped on his shoulder and joined him. Staring at a newspaper in his hand.

It was not a tabloid, but a regular newspaper. Although the newspaper of this newspaper was not serious, it obviously contained more information, and Quill's eyes fell on a notice in the center of the headboard.

"White Rose Tour Group clarifies: It is a complete rumor that the youth tour group our company undertook last month committed self-mutilation. The tourists accidentally slipped and rolled down the cliff in the scenic spot, resulting in 6 injuries. All of them have been sent to the hospital for treatment. The New York State Court held that our company is not liable for inadequate guardianship. The following is the verdict..."

Quill looked at the photos of the published verdict. The general meaning was that six tourists were injured during a tour group, but the reason was that they did not listen to the travel agency's arrangements and went hiking in the middle of the night, causing them to fall down the mountain. , the hotel is not responsible.

Quill squinted his eyes. He instinctively felt that there was something wrong with this report, so he looked at the time and found that this newspaper was printed quite early, at least half a year ago.

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"Self-harm!" Rocket Raccoon exclaimed, "That's the key!"

Quill didn't react, but Rocket Raccoon had already stared into his eyes and said, "Do you know how much psychological shadow your self-mutilation incident of cutting off your own arm caused to me? Maybe these people are the same as you!"

Quill was stunned, and then he patted his thigh with his only remaining hand and said, "It's possible! In other words, the fearful attack I suffered at night may have been suffered by someone more than half a year ago. ”

"They may have been attacked in this way at night while traveling, ran out uncontrollably, and then mutilated themselves. Science cannot explain this, so the court believed that they were acting on a whim and did not listen to the hotel's arrangements, so it concluded that the hotel had no responsibility responsibility."

Then Quill suddenly thought of something and said: "In other words, being attacked at night is a precursor to disaster. There is an attack first and then the disaster, not at the same time, or even at a very different time."

"Are they causally related? Did the attack lead to this disaster?" Quill showed a shocked expression and said in disbelief: "The attack at night caused the monster to hatch from the human body. This is some kind of seeding process. ”

Rocket Raccoon shuddered, pushed Quill and said, "Stop talking, it's too disgusting."

"No, there is another point. Since the attacks did not occur at the same time, then everyone's incubation may not have occurred at the same time, and the time difference here is enough for the FBI or similar organizations to respond."

Quill stood up immediately. Rocket Raccoon didn't know where he was going, so he could only quickly move his short legs to chase after him.

Quill strode out of the office and came to the office downstairs. As soon as he came down the stairs, Quill saw a trace of mucus sticking to the water dispenser.

He held back his nausea and walked over, looking up and down at the water dispenser. It was an old-fashioned water dispenser. The water would flow out after pressing the button. It did not require electricity, so it could be started.

The traces of mucus spread from the water dispenser to the office closest to the water dispenser. Quill said in a mocking tone: "Don't tell me that the newborn monster baby is also a good boy who loves to drink water?"

After saying that, he walked into the office and saw traces of mucus all the way to the desk. On the desk was an old-fashioned computer commonly used in newspaper offices. There was a mug next to the keyboard. There was water in the mug. , and what’s more, the mug also has that slime on it.

Facing the mug, Quill suddenly froze because a terrifying thought appeared in his mind——

Monsters don't need to drink water.

But the monster wants to drink water.

Did it not realize that it didn't need to drink water, or that it didn't realize that it was a monster?

Quill felt his whole body tremble, and he suddenly realized that he had grasped the key, the key to the door beneath the surface of all this weirdness, abnormality, and calmness.

No one realizes that the monster has appeared.

In their normal work and life, they meet their basic physiological needs, follow their planned life route step by step, and even write travel tabloids in their leisure time.

All this is just because they didn't realize that they had turned into a ball of sticky tentacles, and they didn't realize that others had also become like this.

Quill felt dizzy, and horrific scenes kept replaying in his mind.

The clerk whose head had half disappeared, leaving only countless tentacles of different lengths, was staring at the screen seriously while reviewing manuscripts. A reporter with more than a dozen hooked legs covered with whiskers protruding from his abdomen hurried in, picked up a water glass and took a sip of water. , and behind him, another employee, whose lower limbs had completely disappeared and whose internal organs were hanging on the tentacles, came in carrying water just from the water dispenser.

This is worse than hell, Quill thought.

Because hell is abnormal. Everyone knows that the scene of hell filled with flames is abnormal, but who would doubt that having five fingers on one hand is abnormal?

Are five fingers normal? Or is this also a terrifying, off-putting density of tendrils that everyone has and no one is aware of?

Quill took a deep breath and tried to expel those terrible hallucinations from his mind. He finally understood why no one was prepared before the disaster broke out, and no one fell into panic and created chaos after the disaster broke out.

Because in the eyes of these New Yorkers, there is no disaster. Everyone just goes to work as usual and goes home to spend time with their families.

Thinking of this, Quill suddenly thought of another thing. If there is no disaster here and everyone is like this, then is he the one who is abnormal?

Could it be that in the eyes of these monsters, he is also a monster?

Then, he led to another question, so where did these monsters, or rather these deformed humans, go?

Quil turned his head and saw the light of the setting sun shining into the room, making the office full of mucus seem a bit warm. He suddenly felt a kind of sadness.

If human beings only exist in another form, then the feeling of luck that all the monsters have been eliminated will turn into another complicated feeling - should human beings who exist in another form be eliminated?

Quail glanced at the travel tabloid in his hand. The beautiful wording was full of longing. It was not difficult to imagine that the reporter who wrote this report would choose to travel with his family to the scenic spots he had praised during this holiday.

Perhaps this was a trip full of tentacles and mucus, but would they not be happy about it? Wouldn't there be any more good memories?

Maybe they had already changed their way of thinking and no longer used human-understandable thinking and emotions to perceive the world, but they also had a clear sense of being alive, and another level of joy, anger, sorrow and happiness.

But someone destroyed it all.

Quill stood in front of the French window and looked at the beautiful scenery of New York Central Park at sunset. He really didn't want to compare himself with a slime monster that might have existed.

But if this monster can no longer appreciate the beauty and can only appreciate the absurdity, then perhaps the absurdity also has its absurd beauty.

Following the endless grand sunset, the rumbling sound of evening drums could be heard from the huge temple that had long disappeared, mixed with an imperceptible sigh full of guilt.