Pixel Maniac in the Comic World

Chapter 173 I don’t quite accept it

When Jessica opened her eyes, she found herself lying in a familiar yet somewhat unfamiliar environment.

This used to be her room.

The pupils turned, and Jessica saw the boy sitting beside the bed.

Terry picked up a glass of water and handed it to Jessica silently.

"From the look in your eyes, I must have remembered."

Jessica took the water glass dully and nodded subconsciously.

Her mind felt empty, and she didn't want to recall the fact that her parents were dead, but tears rolled down uncontrollably.

"Why am I here?"

Terry paused and looked at Jessica with some confusion.

"I was also very strange last night. In the middle of the night, people from Kemiller Medical Center contacted me and said that they saw through surveillance that you jumped out of the window after you woke up from the hospital."

Jessica brought the water glass to her mouth while shedding tears, but her arms couldn't stop trembling.

Terry reached out to hold the bottom of the glass in time, helping Jessica drink half the glass of water.

"Kemiller Medical Center...is very expensive?"

Jessica looked at Terry with tears in her eyes. She tried her best not to think about those bad things, and even hoped to buffer the pain by changing the topic.

"Don't worry, there's a... uh, charity that funded it."

Terry said something casually, but felt something was wrong again, sighed, and directly put his arm around Jessica's shoulders.

"Cry if you want. Believe me, I can understand you, because I have experienced the same bad things as you."

Jessica trembled. For some reason, she was slightly resistant to Terry, but this slight resistance was soon completely submerged in the venting of painful emotions.

she burst into tears.

His whole body was buried in Terry's shoulder, shaking and sobbing.

"I have no home! Terry, I have nowhere to go."

"How could that be? This is your home, Jessica, and you are my landlord!"

Terry was actually a little at a loss about this situation. He had the impression that he himself had been autistic for a long time. If Martin Lee hadn't been gentle for more than ten years, it would have been difficult for him to get out of that shadow.

He couldn't even comfort himself, and Terry was even more confused about how to comfort others.

He could only try his best to imitate the extreme tenderness of the years when his uncle brought him to the United States, try his best to slow down his tone, and then give Jessica the much-needed spiritual support bit by bit.

"You have a family, Jessica. This is your home. I am your tenant, your classmate, and I will definitely be your friend in the future."

"I know, I feel for everything, Jessica."

"Hey! Let me tell you a secret. This world is not as simple as you think. You will still have a chance to meet Uncle Jones and the others in the future!"

Jessica raised her head suddenly and stared at Terry with burning eyes.

"Are you serious?"

"Of course!"

Terry nodded solemnly.

"This world is not just about our superpowers, magic also exists. There is hell in this world!"

In order to enhance his persuasiveness, Terry took out his mobile phone and searched for news on the spot.

Terry clicked on a news article in New Jersey.

In the picture accompanying the text, a figure covered in flames is speeding down the road on a motorcycle that is also burning with flames.

"This is the messenger who signed a contract with the Lord of Hell, Jessica. It is entirely possible for us to see our loved ones in another form in the future, so we must not be defeated by pain. Does Uncle Jones want to see you trapped in this trap all the time?" In grief?”

"My dad is a good man! He should go to heaven!"

"Well, I don't want to deceive you, Jessica. Heaven in this world seems to have no business, and hell is the only place for souls to go."

"Ah! Then, do good people also have to go to hell and suffer?"

Jessica stared: "Then what's the point of my dad being a good person?"

What does it mean to be a good person?

Terry's open mouth slowly closed.

He frowned and thought carefully about his words bit by bit.

"To be honest, I don't know what it means to be a good person. After my family had an accident, everyone in the village came to eat them. I wanted to kill everyone in the village...but my uncle stopped me. He He told me repeatedly that he wanted me to pass on his kindness and help others."

Terry stood up, closed his eyes, and stood quietly for a while. Then he opened his eyes again and looked at Jessica with a firm attitude.

"I'm not sure if my outlook on life is right, but this is indeed a way of thinking that helped me get out of the dark psychology of the past. Are you sure you need to refer to me?"

Jessica stared at Terry and nodded seriously.

Terry gritted his teeth and spoke a Chinese sentence that Jessica couldn't understand.

"If you are born but not raised, you can recover your fingers if you cut them off. If you are raised if you are born, you can return them if you cut off your head. If you are raised before you are born, it will be difficult to recover them in a hundred lifetimes!"

"I don't know what it means to be a good person, but my uncle is like a child to me. He wants me to convey kindness, so I will firmly become what he expects -"

"In fact, after reading some books here, I learned another way of thinking: people should have their own opinions, people's thinking should be free, and free will is indelible."

"This is a contradiction, Jessica, this is one of the differences between Eastern traditional culture and Western liberal culture, but I have to make a choice."

"So it took me a while to make a decision because I couldn't accept the disappointment in my uncle's eyes every time he looked at me. Jessica, I was also going through a period of rebellion."

Terry looked at Jessica who lowered her head and shook her head: "You are an American. I'm afraid it will be difficult for you to accept my ideas."

"Do not."

Jessica looked up.

"You said before that the money for Kemiller Medical Center comes from a charity, right?"

"Ok?"

Terry suddenly had a bad feeling.

"I like your way of thinking, allowing yourself to survive wholeheartedly according to a certain goal."

Jessica tightened her grip on the sheets: "I'm going to volunteer at that charity. I'm going to find the owner behind the organization. I'm going to repay this kindness - I will work hard to do whatever he wants me to be."

Terry opened his mouth in shock.

Did he mislead Jessica’s thinking?

Wait a minute, looking at the facts, doesn't this mean that he deliberately coaxed and abducted underage girls?

"Wait a minute, Jessica, you don't have to follow my ideas completely. Everyone is a free individual. This spirit is actually correct. My uncle is at least related to me by blood. At least he will not harm me. And being a good person is also very positive in itself..."

"Could it be that a person who saved my life with money intended to harm me?"

Jessica looked at Terry and said every word.

"Could a person who founded a charity be a bad person?"

God, there are so many examples. Almost every rich man will do that stuff, including Kingpin, Iron Man, Batman, and Lex Luthor.

Terry wiped his face with a headache: "Wait a minute, Jessica, I think you need to think more about it... You don't have to look for that charity. I happen to be the owner at the moment."

Unexpectedly, Jessica quickly accepted this setting, without even questioning whether Terry might lie.

She looked directly at Terry who was struggling, sat up and asked.

"Do you want me to be a good person?"

"What? This shouldn't be my wish, how could I treat you...I don't care what you mean, but you should live according to the expectations Uncle Jones once had for you."

Jessica rolled up the sheets and lowered her head to think for a while.

"My dad hopes that I can do what I like in the future, but he didn't give me a clear goal."

Terry was visibly relieved.

"Yes, life is so long. Learn more, read more, think more, think more, and then make a more rigorous decision."

"I like you."

Terry raised his hand numbly and scratched his chin.

Something was still wrong, but he couldn't seem to tell.

"why?"

"You saved me, just like your uncle. Don't you like your uncle?"

"Ah~ I can accept this if I like it..."

"Can I chase you?"

"I actually don't quite accept it, Jessica. You should need some time to buffer."

(End of this chapter)