In The DC World With Marvel Chat Group Chapter 248: Snowy Night Campfire (3)

"The Days of Being a Spiritual Mentor in Meiman"

, the days when I was a spiritual mentor in Meiman

The atmosphere of silence surrounds the room, and the water marks on the teacup reflect Victor's heavy breathing. Coppert just mechanically holds the water cup and pours water into his mouth, regardless of whether the freshly boiled water is hot or not.

"When she is a mental patient, she can hurt you unscrupulously, because she doesn't know who you are, and she doesn't know who she is."

"But when she becomes a mother again, no mother can accept what she has done..."

"Perhaps, she has always wanted me to leave." Coppert's tone became a little numb: "When she was ill, she threw everything she could afford at me, telling me to get lost..."

"But I can't leave, I can't leave her." Copperpot's voice began to tremble again: "No matter what, I can't leave her, she is my mother."

Victor closed his eyes, and the sound of heavy exhalation came from between his mouth and nose, Schiller also sighed softly, and said, "I suggested to you when I prescribed the medicine for you before." , Let you move to a new apartment, and a change of environment will help the patient start a new stage of treatment and recovery.”

Coppert shook his head, his tears shone finely under the dim light with his movements, and he said, "She doesn't want to go."

"Why?"

Coppert's hand was tightly gripping the water glass, and the veins protruded from the back of his hand.

"Because of my father."

"According to my mother, she and my father met on this street. My father brought her back here to meet his family. They had dinner together, drank mulled wine, and chatted by the fireplace..."

"My uncle sang, and the rest laughed and made them dance..."

Accompanied by a slightly hoarse voice, the flames of the fireplace rose, and the figures crowded around the sofa. Some brought wine, some brought fruit plates, and when a folk song was sung, everyone clapped their hands.

A pair of young men and women came to the center of the room. They danced and their clothes fluttered. When the song was over, they held hands, accepted the praise and blessings of their families, and then walked into the church holding hands.

Until one of the hands touched the name on the tombstone, in the cold rainy night, only a mad woman was left spinning in this dark and decayed old house, and only the sound of the rain sang for her.

"After my father died, my mother blamed it all on him not having an umbrella that rainy night, so she often rummaged through everything at home to find an umbrella."

"But if I really gave her the umbrella, she would scream and yell and smash the umbrella with a chair. She said there was a curse on it, and she said we were all cursed..."

"I can't remember how long it's been like this..."

"At the beginning, she would pull me to tell their stories all night long, and later, she would stay silent in the corner of the living room every night, looking through the place where she had dug out everything. Countless cabinets..."

"Every time I try to stop her, she starts attacking me, and then, as soon as I get back to this house, she tells me to get out..."

"I was so happy when she started to wake up gradually, I thought this kind of life was coming to an end, but I didn't expect..."

Coppert covered his face with his hands, his shoulders kept twitching, the choked sobs that could no longer make a sound sounded more like the cry of an owl, in such a heavy atmosphere, it was funny Makes people want to laugh.

In this way, it was dawn, and the phone rang even more sharply. Schiller picked up the phone and said, "Really? She's awake?...Okay, we'll go there right away..."

When I walked out of Copperpot's old house, it was just as the sun was rising from the horizon, and it rained all night, filling the air with rich moisture, which was blown cooler by the morning wind and sucked into the lungs , as if swallowing many ice cubes.

The car drove to the hospital, and when the three of them got out of the car, Gordon had already come out, and said helplessly, "Go in quickly, she's making a lot of noise."

After going upstairs, before entering the ward, I saw a nurse standing outside the door of the ward, holding an infusion bottle in one hand, and a hose and needle for infusion in the other. The longer nurses were about to walk in, but Victor grabbed them and asked, "What's the matter?"

The young nurse sighed and said: "As soon as this lady woke up, she pulled out all the infusion needles stuck in her hand, she bled a lot, and she even hit someone with a bottle stand. Don’t even dare to rely on it.”

The old nurse poked her head in and said, "Hurry up and subdue her, her hand is still bleeding, and it will be even more difficult when the wound bursts open."

At this time, there was a sound of footsteps from the next staircase, and Brand walked over with a group of nurses. He waved his hand and said, "Go to Anding."

The old Mrs. Copperpot in the room was like a madman. No matter who approached, she would roar and want to attack.

But fortunately, she was an old woman after all, and she bled a lot, and she didn't have much strength, so she was quickly subdued. Once the tranquilizer was taken, she calmed down, and then lay on the bed, He stared blankly at the ceiling.

Coppert walked in the front, Victor and Schiller followed, Coppert walked to his mother's bed, the old Mrs Coppert turned her eyes and looked at her son, Coppert Te saw guilt and pleading on his mother's aging face.

"Why stop me... Al..." A dry voice came from her throat, and Cobblepot couldn't answer with trembling Adam's apple.

"I don't want to stay here anymore...I can't do that anymore, don't stop me..." Mrs. Coppert began to tremble all over her body, but she couldn't move, she could only freeze in place.

Suddenly Schiller gave Coppert a sudden push and whispered, "Show your mother your arm."

Koppert turned his head back inexplicably, and Victor also looked at Schiller, but under Schiller's gaze, Coppert still stretched out his arms and rolled up his sleeves.

His arm was thin, his skin was rough, and his complexion revealed an abnormal paleness, but there was no wound on it.

Schiller stood by the bed and said to the old Mrs. Copperpot: "Madam, you suffer from catatonic schizophrenia. You fantasized that you attacked your son during the attack, but we took medicine, and now you Already awake."

The old Mrs. Coppert stayed still. She grabbed her son's wrist with eagle-like claws, then turned over hard, and rubbed Coppert's arm with the other hand.

It's really smooth there, and there's not even any scars left. The lizard serum healing potion made by Connors doesn't just treat trauma, it can even completely heal the scars left by the wounds.

Coppert felt his mother's arms start to tremble, and then he heard her whimpering, and he didn't know if it was because of guilt or gratitude.

"Mom doesn't want to do that, I don't want to do that..."

"You didn't do that." Schiller's tone was as firm as if he wasn't lying at all, and even Victor rubbed his eyes, doubting what he had seen before, covered in injuries. , is not an illusion.

"Yes..." Cobblepot grabbed her mother's hand and said, "That's all fantasy, because you didn't take your medicine on time, Mom, as long as you are treated and taken in the hospital, you won't be sick." This kind of thing happened..."

The old Mrs. Coppert was crying out of breath, and Brand outside the door sighed and said, "You should leave here first, the patient needs to rest."

Old Mrs. Coppert held onto her son's hand tightly. Coppert couldn't leave. Only Schiller and Victor came to the door of the ward.

The morning sun shines into the room through the window, and the door frame becomes a picture frame, with Schiele and Victor standing in a golden background.

Victor touched his upper lip with his fingers, and Schiller saw his fingertips trembling. When the emotions accumulated overnight broke out, this usually gentle and steady professor seemed about to collapse.

His eyes even began to lose focus, as if many horrible visions were haunting him.

"If Nora dies..." Victor's voice sounded like a bow whose strings were broken, he looked at Schiller as if asking for help and said, "...would I Crazy like this too?"

Schiller couldn't say that answer, because he was dealing with a real person, his patient, not a character in a comic book or a movie.

Familiarity with the plot and prophetic prophecies fall here, which does not bring a little sense of superiority that the traversers should have enjoyed, but can only bring heavier sorrow.

Everyone in this world has their own tragedy, and no answer can be the only solution to the tragedy, so there is no savior.

In the city of Gotham ~IndoMTL.com~ some people act in tragedies, some in comedy, some laugh at the tragedy, some shed tears at the comedy, some laugh and cry, some cry and laugh.

No one can make everyone cry, and no one can make everyone laugh, not even the time traveler or the prophet.

This is Gotham, a city that cannot be saved.

The golden background in the picture frame was about to overflow. Suddenly, Victor turned around trembling. He walked back to the ward quickly, stared straight at Coppert and said, "Come with me, Copott... Come with me!"

Being dragged by him, Cobbot stood up from the hospital bed and walked out of the hospital. The morning light engulfed their figures, and at some point, Schiller who was standing by the door also disappeared.

Victor, who re-entered the laboratory, quickly took off his water-stained coat and threw it aside.

He stroked Copperpot's back, pushed him in, and then walked to the laboratory table, he turned to Copperpot.

Victor seemed to have lost his usual elegance and gentleness, and his face looked a little nervous and a little crazy under the cold light of the laboratory.

"Koppert..."

Victor looked into Coppert's eyes, which contained warmth, anticipation, and paranoia that ordinary people could not understand.

It's not like a teacher looking at the students, it's more like a father looking at his son, or, more like a person rescued from a tragedy looking at another tragedy, a traveler on the boundless snowfield looked at another traveler.

At this time, Coppert heard Victor ask him:

"Coppert...do you know how water turns into ice?"

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