In The DC World With Marvel Chat Group Chapter 81: Hell’s Kitchen Travel Notes
"The Days of Being a Spiritual Mentor in Meiman"
In the early morning in New York, a ray of light shone in through the cracks in the curtains, and Schiller, who was still asleep, was awakened by the sound of the symbiote.
"I'm so hungry, I'm so hungry, I want to eat my brain... eat one brain, eat two brains, eat three brains..."
Schiller sat up helplessly from the bed and said, "Are you still hungry?"
The symbiote didn't pay attention to him, just whimpered there alone, Schiller got up to wash up, and the symbiote asked: "Aren't they coming?"
"Who?"
"Those brains."
Co-authored superheroes are brains in your eyes?
But if you have to say that, there is no problem. After all, there are not many superheroes with brains, and most of them have gathered here.
"I'm so hungry, I'm so hungry, I'm so hungry, I want to eat that blue-eyed brain first, and save the brown-eyed one for the next day..."
Schiller discovered that the symbiote seemed to be hungry, and he kept conveying a feeling of hunger to Schiller's mind through brainwaves, which made Schiller a little hungry too.
He went to the kitchen first, opened the refrigerator door, and took out some chocolate to eat, but the symbiote didn't stop crying for hunger at all.
What made Schiller a little puzzled was that he stayed in DC for a longer time this time. As a result, on the night he met the godfather, he was almost so sleepy that he lost his mind.
Schiller is not a person who sleeps a lot. When he usually works, he relies on coffee to refresh himself, and can only sleep for 4 hours a day. This state can last for a week without feeling sleepy.
But the day before he came to Marvel, he was exhausted and drowsy just because he stayed with Gordon for a day without sleep, which made Schiller think of his ability to travel between the two worlds , Where does this ability come from? What are the restrictions?
After thinking for a while, Schiller found that he couldn't get the answer from the existing clues, so he planned to solve the problem of the symbiote crying hunger first.
The symbiont wants to eat brains. Schiller actually doesn't mind eating the brains of a few criminals in Hell's Kitchen. He's not Batman, so he doesn't follow the law of not killing people. Tan, but if you want to find a few vicious gangsters, you can find them.
"Would you bite off a person's head?"
"Do you want me to do this?"
"No, of course not, you know, it's polite to dine, we can't be so bloody, that's too uncivilized, you can go straight into their heads and eat the brains, but don't do that It's bloody..."
"Okay, that's okay..."
He really wanted to bite his head off!
All symbionts share an ancestor, Schiller thought, so they are all strikingly similar in some ways.
Schiller got dressed and went out, planning to take a stroll in Hell's Kitchen to see if he could meet some unlucky robbers.
Although Hell's Kitchen is not as outstanding and simple as Gotham, it is not bad.
As soon as Schiller walked to the convenience store on the corner of the street, he saw a man in a black down jacket with his hands in his pockets walking in. His telepathy could vaguely feel his current emotions. Schiller was in this street. The other side stared at him, and sure enough, he took out a pistol from his pocket and pointed it at the boss behind the counter.
Just as Schiller was about to walk over, he saw that the store owner took out a bigger gun from under the counter and pointed it at the robber. out of the store.
Well, it seems that his luck is not very good. The first robber he met was a stupid thief, and he was still a novice. He robbed in Hell's Kitchen and dared to only hold a pistol. This is not a sieve That's weird.
Schiller continued on, crossed a small bridge over the gutter, and passed the back of an old clothing store.
Hell's Kitchen is somewhat similar to Gotham. Although they are chaotic, evil, and full of criminals, they also have a charming vitality and vitality.
Not far from the Schiller Clinic, there is a famous graffiti street. All the buildings here are colorful. The structure of the house seems to be stacked with various colorful containers. The alley It is narrow and small, and all kinds of stores are full of the retro style of the 1930s. Even the hot dog stalls and the hot dog carts are sheds made of iron sheets, and the body is painted with various exaggerated stickers. Color doodles.
I have to say that this colorful style appears in such a slum, which is absurd when you think about it carefully, but it looks very harmonious. Compared with Gotham, this place is much more sunny and energetic.
If there are too many people in the city of Gotham who are haunted by evil and sin, and too many souls struggling to survive by crime, then in Hell's Kitchen, besides criminals, there are many people who do not want to be ruled by the world. Restraining the rebels who voluntarily escaped from the orderly society, they live freely and happily here, bringing unique vitality to this place.
When the iron plate sounded, the hot dog turned over. The young man in an orange and red apron had brown skin and blue eyes. He raised the shovel in his hand, then turned his head, and walked quickly Picking up the potato wedges, he said briskly with a Mexican accent: "Would you like some of my special chili? Guaranteed to keep you awake all day! No charge!"
"Are you from Mexico?" Schiller asked, standing in front of the hot dog stand.
"You wouldn't believe me when I said I was a native American, but that's the truth, it's just that my mother brought me here, and we crossed the border when I was very young."
The tone of the Mexican brother has always been very cheerful, just like his movements of making hot dogs, with the unique hot style of South America.
"She now works in a garment factory on the east side of Manhattan. I have loved cooking since I was a child. I inherited a good skill from her. The hot dogs at Gonzalez's are definitely the best in Hell's Kitchen! Where are you? I can't eat such an authentic Mexican hot dog!"
"But isn't Taco a specialty of Mexico?"
"Come on, you Yankees can't handle tacos. I used to make some tacos, but no one bought them."
"You know how to do it? Then give me one. When I traveled to Mexico, my favorite was the tacos and avocado soup."
Gonzalez snapped his fingers, showed a warm smile and said, "You really have taste, Gonzalez's tacos are also the best in Hell's Kitchen!"
As he spoke, he began to prepare something to make tacos. A few children ran over playing football, smelling the aroma, and gathered around the hot dog stand one by one. Cornflakes, come back later."
Several children stretched their necks to look, and found that there seemed to be nothing they wanted to eat, so they kicked the ball and ran away again. Gonzalez said while turning the corn tortillas: "These little devils Head, come here every day and ask me for cornflakes, they can finish the big bucket of cornflakes in a few minutes, but speaking of it, I am also like this, I always feel that I can’t eat enough when I was young..."
"Aren't they really hungry?"
"Of course not, the black kid in the lead, his father is a freight driver in Hell's Kitchen, and the little things left in the truck are enough for the whole family to eat, and the parents of the other children also have serious jobs, It’s okay to eat enough.”
"Although the slums in New York are also messy, they are much better than those in Mexico. Most people here can eat enough."
Soon the hot dogs, tacos, and soups were ready, and Gonzalez packed everything up with great acrobatics, and handed it to Schiller, who paid for it, He also left more tips, and Gonzalez was very happy. He tapped the table with a shovel and said, "You are a friend of the Gonzales family. Next time I come, I will give you a discount!"
Schiller waved to him, and after leaving, he continued to walk along the graffiti street.
Actually, there aren’t many criminal activities in Hell’s Kitchen during the daytime. The sun shines on the strange buildings, bringing more beautiful light and shadow than the various orderly buildings on the streets of New York. All kinds of fancy motorcycles and cars are piled up in the narrow alleys, and the laughter and screams of children can be heard in the distance.
Schiller discovered that, just like Gotham, although it is chaotic, it also has its own unique vitality.
If it is said that there are many people in Gotham who have no choice, then many people in Hell's Kitchen are not abandoned by the society, but that they have abandoned the society of order.
The same is true. The gangster hierarchy here is not as strict as Gotham. If it was in Gotham, the boss would ask the person who rushed into the convenience store just now and wanted to rob him. On which street, who is his immediate boss, and whether he wants to start a war, or it may cause a small-scale gang fight.
But Hell's Kitchen is different. The boss here doesn't care which gangster you belong to. If you dare to rob, you must be prepared to be shot. No matter who you are, they will take up guns and defend their own. industry.
To some extent ~IndoMTL.com~ the folk customs here are even more simple, don’t look at the Mexican hot dog boy who is warm and thoughtful, but Schiller saw two big guns behind his hot dog cart, If any unscrupulous gangsters dared to come and rob him, Gonzalez would definitely show them the enthusiasm from Mexico.
But again, Gonzalez is also happy to pay protection money for the gangsters on this street, and the gangsters also like to come to him to buy breakfast, and he even gives them a discount.
There are not so many tragic and painful stories here in Gotham. Most people seek life on the road of pursuing freedom, living as they please and indulging, just like the rock music that often sounds in American road movies, revealing a unique sense of humor feel.
If Satan enters Gotham, then he will be skinned by layers of gangsters with strict order, and then he will be invited by the godfather to "talk", and maybe some weirdo in tights After a sap, he was sent to a mental hospital with his head held down by the police, and he would never leave without paying the money.
But in Hell's Kitchen, if Satan comes here, the people here will grab the pots and pans and rush forward, chop up Satan and then fry and fry.
Everyone here is a cook, and their cooking skills are not superb, but almost everyone can feel happy in the process of cooking devils.
This is Hell's Kitchen, a chaotic, happy and wild place where ultimate freedom is pursued.
No one can be the emperor here, and no one can be the savior here, not even the biggest gangster.
Everyone here and their lives represent the ultimate rebellion against those boring and orderly societies. This is the biggest graffiti on the map of New York. It is messy but colorful, and no one can erase it.