In The DC World With Marvel Chat Group Chapter 1364: The mystery of the feast (14)

About two hours later, the raccoon stood on the table, looked down at his belly in surprise, then flicked his tail, moved his shoulders, and turned around in a circle.

The raccoon looked at Schiller in shock and said, "Are you sure you're just a psychiatrist? Rejuvenation!"

While writing and drawing on the medical record, Schiller said, "You're welcome, I want to know more, what trouble did you get into?"

When this matter was mentioned, the raccoon's expression changed, and a tangled expression appeared on his face, then he waved his hands, sat on the edge of the table, dangling his legs and said, "We haven't introduced ourselves yet. Well, my name is Rocket, you can also call me Rocket Cat, what is your name?"

"Are you a cat? Aren't you a raccoon?"

"I don't know what a raccoon is." Rocket Raccoon shook his head and said, "My previous owner called me 'cat'...or some other pet's name, I can't remember clearly. After my brain was overwhelmed, the memories of the past became more and more vague."

"My name is Schiller Rodriguez. Since the pronunciation of the last name may be difficult for you, you can just call me Dr. Schiller."

"Okay, Doctor Schiller, thank you for saving me, but I advise you not to get involved in this matter, this is not something humans can handle."

Rocket Raccoon folded his arms, with a feigned deep expression on his face, Schiller smiled, moved a chair to sit opposite him, looked at him and said, "Then I have to know what's going on first, right? Would you like to talk to me?"

Rocket Raccoon stretched out his paw and touched his chest. He could feel that although his appearance had not changed, his inside was completely new. The doctor had just painlessly replaced his body with a mysterious substance. The material of the part, which is tantamount to bringing the dead back to life.

Actually, Rocket Raccoon knew that at that time, he was already at the end of his battle. His body was destroyed and his nerves were damaged. Hardly able to think rationally.

This is not his territory, but Asgard. It can be said that if Alan called someone first, the hundred Rocket Raccoons piled up would not be able to beat an Asgard guard.

This doctor saved his life, Rocket Raccoon thought, that wonderful fog might be his special ability, but think about it too, if there is no unique skill, how could he be invited by Asgard?

Rocket Raccoon, like other members of civilization, has heard of the race of humans, and knows the fact that their upper and lower limits are very different. However, all humans that can be encountered in the interstellar world are very strong. Perhaps this doctor also the same.

Thinking of this, Rocket Raccoon's despair ignited another cluster of flames. He has special trust in the profession of doctors, so he put his hands on the edge of the table, lowered his head and said, "I'm in the Doddle Federation. I came here on my boat.”

"I ran into a little trouble in the centaur, I knew I had to find a chance to escape there, but the ship of that **** interstellar pirate was everywhere, I was chased to nowhere, so I could only hide in a Doddle Federation on the merchant ship, and then transported to Starport along with the merchant ship.”

"The merchant ship has no guards and is not safe enough. I hid in a tribute box and was sent to a ship of a certain tribe's royal family. On the ship, I heard that the royal families of many tribes were going to Asgard. Participating in the banquet, so I found a ship of the most lax royal family and sneaked in."

"I know that no matter how courageous those space pirates are, they would not dare to intercept the ship going to Asgard for the banquet. Sure enough, I successfully left the Centaur galaxy with the team."

"I originally wanted to jump off the ship halfway, but I didn't expect that their defenses were extremely tight. I didn't find a chance. I was almost discovered during the escape and suffered serious injuries."

"When the fleet arrived in Asgard, I was already desperate because I thought it was impossible for me to escape the security check in Asgard. The bottom of the gift box is not eye-catching."

"The guards of Asgard have found me, but they regard me as a gift from this tribe to the **** king. You know, some civilizations like to give special animals and plants on their planets as gifts. Others, they took me as a gift and put it in the warehouse."

"I originally wanted to find a chance to escape from the warehouse, but who knows, this Alan was worried that the gift given to the God King was wrong, so he had to go to the warehouse to check. I was worried that he would find out, so I slipped away when the warehouse door opened When I got to his carriage, I got into the package brought by his housekeeper, and followed him back to the bedroom."

"But his butler was too rough when he stored the package. I was thrown and the wound on my back was opened. I was in too much pain, so I screamed, and I was discovered."

"At that time, I was not in a good state of mind, and their tribe mastered some illusion magic. They kept torturing me with fantasy and magic... I think I may have revealed some secrets unconsciously, about the fact that I will The secret of being hunted."

A pained expression appeared on Rocket Raccoon's face, but Schiller noticed a detail. He looked at Rocket Raccoon and asked, "When were you discovered?"

"Probably yesterday morning."

Schiller frowned, that is to say, when Alan came to look for him, he had actually caught Rocket Raccoon and got some secrets from him. Premeditated.

Yesterday morning, Alan caught Rocket Raccoon, and then spent the day to torture and torture him, and got some secrets from him.

Alan may want to use these secrets, but he doesn't know whether the information is reliable, so he wants to use the information channel of the Holy of Holies to determine whether some of the things that the raccoon said are true.

When Alan came to find Schiller, the excuse he used was that he wanted to find the Supreme Mage, but he couldn't find anyone, but now it seems that Alan's goal may be Schiller.

Of course Alan didn't reach the level where he could understand what Schiller did. He only knew that the Supreme Mage was not easy to mess with, and the gentle-looking Schiller seemed much more kind.

He found Schiller, and confirmed from Schiller that Yondu, the interstellar pirate, was indeed chasing an animal. It won't take a lot of trouble to stay in Centaur for that long.

The raids made by the predators with great fanfare show that the secret Rocket Raccoon revealed to them must be very important, and it is very likely to be true.

"So, why on earth are you being hunted down by Yondu? What kind of secrets are you carrying?" Schiller looked into the eyes of Rocket Raccoon and asked the key question.

Rocket Raccoon closed his eyes lightly, sighed, he licked the edge of his lips with his tongue, gritted his teeth again and said, "Do you think I was carrying some important treasure, so I was chased by them?" Are you jumping up and down?"

"Come on, I'm not one of those predatory lunatics who want money but don't care about life. Nothing is more important than life in this world. If you can save your life by handing over things, I've done it a long time ago. !”

Schiller frowned, looked at Rocket Raccoon and said, "So, this secret is yourself?"

Rocket Raccoon looked up in surprise, but Schiller shook his head slightly and said, "It's not hard to guess, if it wasn't for some special purpose, no one would go to great lengths to use genetic modification technology to Transform a mechanical raccoon."

"I'm not a raccoon!" Rocket Raccoon wrinkled his nose and said, "But you're right, I'm the secret itself."

Without waiting for Schiller to ask, Rocket Raccoon showed a look of reminiscence and began to tell his life experience.

"Because of the transformation, the too long memory has gradually become blurred. Since I can remember, I have lived in a hospital, which is a madhouse at the edge of the universe. They call it 'half world'."

"At the beginning, there were many mental patients there, and my master was a little girl who had just been sent in. Her name was probably Angelil...or Angelina? I don't remember, anyway. , at that time, I was her pet."

"At that time, there were doctors in the hospital, and mentally ill patients were very common. My master had hallucinations, which was a common mental illness in their race. After about two years of treatment, she She is almost recovered and can be discharged from the hospital at any time."

Rocket Raccoon showed a sad expression, and he said in a low tone: "I remember, at that time, she hugged me, sitting under the big tree in the yard, thinking about her life after being discharged from the hospital."

"But one day, disaster struck."

"The doctors in charge of treating us withdrew one after another, and more and more terrible patients were sent in. They were not mentally ill at all, or they were not at all, they were driven crazy."

Rocket Raccoon closed his eyes tightly, his facial features wrinkled together, as if recalling some very terrible things, he said in a trembling tone: "Those mental patients who were sent in were all Driven crazy by inhumane experiments and torture.”

"A few doctors did not evacuate with the main force because of uneasy conscience. They stayed and wanted to continue to take care of the mental patients here, including my master's attending doctor."

"After the group of uncontrolled lunatics came in, he tried his best to protect his patients, but it didn't work at all. This is no longer a hospital trying to cure patients, but them The experimental field."

"A group of more advanced alien civilizations put the crazy products of those failed experiments here, and want to get the final results of the experiments here."

Rocket Raccoon began to tremble all over, and at this moment, he felt a hand on the top of his head, stroking it down his spine until it smoothed the hair on the tip of his tail~IndoMTL.com ~Rocket Raccoon shook his ears comfortably, looked up at Schiller who had just stroked him and said:

"But that group of advanced civilizations also knew that someone had to take care of this group of lunatics. They were too lazy to find a group of doctors and simply created a batch of robots, but this was the beginning of the disaster."

"The order given by the group of robots is not to stop the chaos here, but to make it more chaotic, let all the lunatics kill each other, until the final winner is decided. In this chaos, my master And the doctor who protected us was killed.”

"Shortly after, the star erupted and the radiation awakened the robot's self-awareness. They stopped doing it and directly used the genetic modification technology inherited from the advanced civilization to transform the pets of the former patients, that is, us, a group of ignorant little ones. Animals."

Rocket Raccoon slowly raised his head and said: "But they don't know that the wildness of animals will not disappear with mechanical transformation. On the last day when the group of robots planned to evacuate this planet, I found a way to kill them." The doctor's culprit, a security robot, successfully destroyed him."

"Then, I wrote his low-level protocol into my own system, and inherited his fighting ability and gun use skills. After another riot, I looked for opportunities and used these skills to escape Madhouse."

Rocket Raccoon looked up at Schiller and said:

"And when I had the opportunity to check my code base carefully, I discovered that there is an evil plan recorded in the underlying protocol of the security robot."

"They call it the 'Cosmic Life Fusion Project'... The initiator of this project is the Shia Empire, one of the three great empires in the universe."