Pixel Maniac in the Comic World

Chapter 169 Confused and nowhere to return

After Terry returned to reality, he got out of bed with some confusion, put on his slippers and walked towards the door of the room.

He was not fooling around, but actually heard the sound of someone knocking on the door in the real world.

"It's really strange, why would someone knock on the door in the middle of the night?"

Terry pattered down the stairs with his slippers, and then suddenly remembered something that Uncle Martin often warned him when he was a child.

"If you live alone when you grow up, remember not to open the door to strangers, especially at night. Some black people may come to your neighborhood and want to rob you, and such people often carry firearms."

Terry couldn't help but smile.

If he were still an ordinary person, he would definitely follow Uncle Martin's advice on surviving in the United States.

But if there really was a nigger outside the door now who wanted to break in and make extra money, Terry could only say that the nigger was indeed providing some fun for his sleepless nights.

Trying to rob the current Terry Lee, the Hulk is standing outside the door at the moment.

Terry shook his head disdainfully, stood at the door, and opened the door casually.

A young girl wearing a blue and white hospital gown squatted pitifully at the door. The clothes were not enough to keep her body temperature in the cold outdoor. She huddled up and kept rubbing her arms with both hands.

Terry blinked and met the girl's eyes with tears in her eyes.

The girl had already opened her mouth and shouted half aloud: "Dad~"

After the father's voice suddenly stopped, a little fear and anger appeared on the girl's face.

"Who are you? Why are you at my house?!"

"Jessica? Why did you suddenly appear here?"

Terry's eyes widened. Shouldn't Jessica still be lying in Kemiller Medical Center?

When the girl saw that the stranger in front of her could accurately call out her name, the vigilance in her expression became slightly lessened.

Maybe it's a customer my parents know.

Jessica stretched out her head and poked inside. If she wanted to greet the guests, her parents should be in the living room. She now had a lot of doubts and grievances that she wanted to tell her family. She didn't know why she was inexplicable. Waking up in a hospital ward.

But then Jessica paused as she looked over Terry's shoulder.

It was dark in the living room, with no lights on.

"Who the hell are you? Where are my parents?!"

"Forehead……"

Terry, who was about to speak, suddenly realized that this matter was not easy to say directly.

Jessica seemed to have lost her memory, but this was normal. Doctor Strange said that Jessica's brain was also damaged and there was a chance that she would become a vegetative state. Otherwise, she would not have been lying down for several months.

Jessica looked at Terry who was hesitant to speak, and the light in her eyes gradually became dangerous.

But she did not take action easily. Although after waking up from the ward inexplicably, Jessica found that something seemed different about herself, but she was not a violent maniac at heart.

So Jessica just squeezed Terry away, shouted for her parents, and rushed up the stairs.

Terry sighed, scratched his head, and listened to the sound of the door opening and closing violently upstairs. He took out his cell phone and prepared to contact Kemiller Medical Center to ask what was going on.

"what!!!"

The girl's confused and collapsed shouts came from the second floor.

She suddenly discovered that her home had changed beyond recognition.

No matter that his parents' room had been emptied out, even his own small room now smelled like boys.

A sharp pain shot out from the depths of Jessica's brain, and she punched the wall, but then she screamed in pain. A shallow fist mark was left on the wall.

Terry held up his cell phone and went up to the second floor. For some reason, Kemiller's phone couldn't be dialed.

Seeing Jessica crouching on the ground with one hand on her stomach and covering her head with the other hand, Terry's eyelids drooped and the arm holding the phone also dropped.

"Listen, Jessica, I know this is hard to accept, but I understand how you feel..."

"You! What! Did you do to my home!!!"

Jessica raised her head and shouted to Terry fiercely.

"You are my landlord."

Jessica was stunned for a moment, seemingly shocked by the answer Terry gave.

Terry's eyelids were drooped, and he couldn't see the emotion inside them.

"In other words, Mr. Jones was the one who signed the contract with me before. You and I were classmates at Midtown High School. After your family rented the house to me, they went on a family trip."

Jessica listened blankly, her eyes a little hollow. She felt that all this was ridiculous, as if she had a belly of confusion, grievance, and twisted fear and anger with nowhere to vent.

Terry put his phone back in his pocket, opened his arms, and took a few steps forward.

Seeing Jessica shaking in response and her eyes showing alertness, Terry immediately stopped.

"I'm sorry to have to remodel your home, but to be honest, it was months ago that you fell into a coma - you were in a serious car accident."

"No! None of this is true!"

Another sharp pain hit, and Jessica fell to the ground in pain holding her head.

Terry looked at Jessica's state with some embarrassment. He wanted to go over and help her to the bed to rest, but the girl was obviously still wary of him.

Anyone who went through what Jessica went through probably wouldn't be any better, and the same goes for Terry.

But this time there was some trouble. Terry had an intuition that continuing to talk might cause Jessica to have a mental breakdown. But if he didn't say it, what was going on with the landlord lying on the floor outside his house this late at night?

Seeing Terry fall into silence, Jessica covered her head and tried to get up from the ground. The severe pain made her unable to stand at all, and her eyes were full of tears.

"Where are my parents? How are they?"

Terry's mind was running rapidly. After eliminating a lot of overly direct words about death and misfortune, he quickly considered removing words like loneliness and independence, and answered with difficulty.

"I'm sorry, but, Jessica, I'm afraid I will be the only tenant in your house from now on."

"Liar! You are a liar!"

Jessica covered her head and shouted.

She had a lot of bad emotions that she wanted to vent out, but the walls and floors were obviously not suitable for hitting, and this strange and incomparable peer did not know what she had done to her home. It was so strong that it was so strong.

But seeing Terry open his arms and trying to show that he was not malicious, and Jessica couldn't hurt innocent people just to vent her emotions, she could feel that Terry was already taking good care of her emotions.

So Jessica got up from the ground crying, pushed Terry away, and ran downstairs.

Running and crying are really good outlets.

Terry thought silently.

It's just that in this cold winter, the hospital gown is too thin.

Running back to the room, Terry rummaged through the box and pulled out a thick coat, then chased it down the stairs.

(End of this chapter)