Marvel's Journey Begins with Psychosis

Chapter 161 Return to the Essence of Life

No matter what Harry was doing, whether it was out of extreme fear, an explosion under extreme depression, or being overwhelmed by the scene of his father dying in front of him, at this moment, he did have one and only one thought in his mind.

Kill damn Roland! ! !

So at this moment, no fear or hope exists.

There was only one thing in his mind, to stab Roland dozens of times!

"Kill you, kill you, kill you—!"

only……

When he took out the knife he carried with him, it was a very cute pocket knife with a blade of only four centimeters. He stabbed the four-centimeter knife into Roland's chest and abdomen, stabbing him more than a dozen times in a row until he even His hands were also cut, and the greasy blood covered his palms, flowed down his wrists into his cuffs, and flowed through his arms. It seemed to have a strange burning sensation, making him feel as if he had been stung. He dropped the knife in his hand in panic, opened his hands helplessly, and fell to the ground helplessly.

"伱...you, how...you..."

He raised his bloody palm and pointed at the man in front of him with trembling fingers.

This is the man who is still sitting on the chair, leaning on his side with his hands and his feet raised.

The night shrouded, and dark clouds obscured the corners of his eyes, making it difficult for people to see his features. He sat there motionless, and a large amount of blood gradually and quickly spread out on his chest. The entire shirt was dyed scarlet, and under the moonlight Reflecting the dark light...

This terrible man died like this?

of course……

will not.

"what……"

"what!!!!"

The first voice was from Roland.

In the darkness, he suddenly moved and reached out to touch his chest. Under the gaze of Harry, who was as stunned as a sculpture, he raised his blood-stained palm and held it high under the moonlight, observing carefully. ,staring.

The second voice came from Harry.

At some point, Roland changed his sitting position and sat crookedly on one side of the chair. He lowered his legs and half-lyed on the chair in an extremely relaxed posture. Slowly, slowly, he stretched out his shoulders. With his third hand, he wiped his own blood on Harry's face.

In such a scene, even the little spider watching on the side felt some unspeakable discomfort, as if something was tugging at his throat and tying a knot, as if his breathing had become thicker, oppressing him as if he were drowning. , causing him to take off his mask and take a deep breath...

Harry, as the person involved, was even more frightened.

"Once upon a time..."

At this time, Roland, who was sitting back in his chair, spoke. He spoke in a very long tone as if he was reciting some ancient melodious poem.

"Once upon a time, it seems like a lifetime ago, I thought that one day, if I could put aside all those mundane chores, I wouldn't have to worry about school, work, house loans and car maintenance, I could be brave resigned, then slapped his boss in the face, and then walked out of the office proudly...

Maybe I'll become a philosopher? A musician? A star? A poet? Or a gangster who does all kinds of evil.

But that was too heavy.

I really want to be myself, not working hard for anything, not fighting for anything.

But no. "

Roland lowered his head and seemed to smile.

"So at the beginning, I didn't believe in gods and Buddhas, but when I saw temples on the way, I would want to pay my respects, hoping that maybe some god or Buddha would be so compassionate that he would use his magical power to realize my not-extravagant wish.

At that time, I believed that some things were higher than life. I believe that I am willing to trade my life for something higher than life.

Later, I felt that I really believed that I was worshiping the God of Wealth. Because I finally realized that whether I was going to the market to kill fish or doing an autopsy in the forensic room, the things I could come into contact with never involved death, real death. It's always been about survival.

Killing fish is my job, as is forensic medicine. I am not deciding who lives or dies, even if it is just a fish. I just need that job to support myself so that I will not be unable to solve the problem when I see the charge sheet.

Later, ha, the most important thing I did was sleep. I slept during the day and at night. I was a doctor, but I couldn’t cure myself, and neither could anyone else. No one could.

So who should I worship, probably Duke Zhou? At that time, I would still dream, and I would still ask for peace of mind.

Later, oh, it was almost the end, I no longer needed peace of mind, it was really about to calm down, stop jumping, and die.

Then, I didn’t believe anything. At that time, everything returned to the original question, the philosophical question.

Knowing yourself. "

At this time, Roland stood up, with a smile on his face, blood all over his body, and an extra raised arm on his shoulders. He took a step forward like a monster walking out of a horror story. , leaving a bloody footprint on the grass, gently, gently squatting in front of the confused Harry.

"Did your father die because of me? It seems not. He died for what he did.

Does he know what he is doing? Yes.

Does he regret it? Maybe, maybe at the last moment of his life, when he looked at you, he regretted it.

But if you give him a chance to choose again, Harry, do you think your father will still become the person you see today? "

Harry didn't speak, he just closed his mouth tightly, biting his lips with blood.

He knew the answer to this question, and the answer made him despair and confused.

"You seem to be the same way. You know yourself and you know what you will do."

Close to Harry's ear, Roland whispered: "You will kill me. You are a murderer just like him and your father."

"No! No, it's not like this! No... it's not... like this..."

Harry stood up, and what he saw was Roland, who also stood up and stood in front of him, with calm eyes.

What he saw was Roland's body covered in blood.

At this time, he began to feel pain, and his palm cut by the knife made him miserable.

Are your palms hurting?
Or somewhere else?
Harry didn't know, he just felt confused in his head.

A wet hand was pressed against his face, smooth, wet, warm... and bloody.

That was Roland's hand, the extra hand on the shoulder, stained with blood.

"You don't know what you are doing, then..."

Roland stretched out his hand, and the knife that fell on the ground appeared in his hand. He carefully wiped off the blood on the knife and put it in Harry's hand again.

"Now, choose again."

Roland took a step back and sat back on his chair. He was still covered in blood, his features were still unclear, and he could still only hear his voice.

"So, Harry, what are your options?"

Looking at the knife in his hand and Roland in the shadows, Harry turned back and looked at his father lying on the ground with a faint smile on his face.

He turned back to look at Roland, but still couldn't see anything clearly.

At a certain moment, Harry seemed to have figured something out, as if he had made some kind of determination. He held the knife tightly and walked towards Peter Parker. As if there was a heavy weight in his hand, he held the knife with his trembling palms. , placed it in Peter Parker's hand, and then resolutely walked towards his father.

She closed her eyes for him, picked him up, and walked to her mansion.

"Parker."

"Ah, ah? Ah!"

"If one day I become like this, I hope you can kill me for the sake of us being friends.

Parker, are we still friends? "

Although he had no idea what was going on and had no idea what was going on with Harry, the little spider still nodded solemnly. "Yes, Harry. We have always been and always will be friends."

"Thank you, and...I'm sorry, Parker."

Harry smiled, hugged his father's body, and walked past the little spider and past Roland.

He stopped and stopped behind Roland.

"This does not mean that I will not kill you one day in the future to avenge my father."

"..."

Roland said nothing, just sat there.

And Harry moved on, carrying his father's body into the darkness.

"How on earth did you do it! Roland! What on earth happened just now!!"

"nothing."

Roland stood up: "I asked him if he wanted revenge, and he wanted revenge. I asked him again, and he didn't want revenge. It's that simple."

"Uh……"

Little Spider still didn't understand, but now he finally reacted and cared about Roland's injury.

"Roland, are you okay?"

"Yeah, of course. Even if I sat there and let him shoot me, even if I broke his wrist, I wouldn't die."

"Roland, thank you, I think, I seem to understand, that is, that is some kind of inquiry, some kind of...salvation?
right! Redemption! "

The little spider spoke eloquently: "I once had a dog, and it stayed with me for a long time. When I asked it to prepare food again, it lay next to me and looked at me, and then left me like that.

Aunt Mei told me that it was looking forward to the food I prepared for it and left as if it was asleep.

It's this kind of redemption, right, right Roland, Roland? "

"Yeah. It's for you to starve to death."

"... Roland! How could you do this! How could you say that!! I even really believed it! I really think what you said... I think you are a philosopher! Are you a philosopher, fish killer?

Then you should really be a doctor! Also fake? It's not fake!
Roland, Roland! "

........................

Of course, Roland had no intention of caring whether Harry was dead or alive. He just knew that Harry couldn't kill him no matter what, so he recited a passage he saw somewhere on the Internet in a mysterious and mysterious way.

Harry had just been frightened for a long time, and then suffered subversive and soul-shaking blows one after another. First he saw that his father was actually the evil Green Goblin, then he saw that his good brother was actually Spider-Man, and finally... Seeing his father die before his eyes.

When all of this was concentrated in less than half an hour, he would definitely have a lot of messy thoughts in his mind. With a little guidance, he would understand what was going on.

Kill fish?
Stop making trouble, how much money can you make by killing fish?

Everyone knows that you make money by selling fish.

"Hi! Fury! Good morning!"

"Oh my God, Roland, you...did you go somewhere to kill again?"

The sky was clear and the wind was gentle. It was also a good day today. Early in the morning, Roland came to keep his appointment and came to Fury's office.

Oh, by the way, he didn't leave the door and showed up directly in Fury's office.

Wearing the bloody clothes he wore yesterday.

"What does it matter? This is my own blood."

"Your own?!"

Fury, who had a look of blame just now, immediately changed his expression and became very serious: "Is it an alien, or one of our own. Or is it Hydra?"

Roland sat on the chair in front of Fury, and with a push of his feet, he spun around in circles.

"Fury, you seem to be out of your mind. You scared the aliens. Why do I have to fight with someone? You can't wait for me to do it. You can't. I stabbed myself." ?”

Oh my gosh, what he said makes sense, and I can't refute it.

Is Roland the kind of person who would stab himself until he was covered in blood when he was bored?
Yeah, he is, really.

Shaking his head, Fury decided not to continue asking Roland about the blood. No matter what, whether Roland said it or not, it would eventually give him a headache.

But now, his head hurts enough.

"Why, call me here, what's the matter?"

"Roland, I must remind you that those aliens and that war ended not long ago, so don't pretend like you did nothing. Although you did not do anything."

"Just tell me what you asked me to do."

Fury stuttered, shook his head again, found a document on the table, and handed it to Roland.

"What's this."

"Found this from Pierce."

Fury was really worried these days. On the one hand, the Chitauri incident was big enough that the whole world was paying attention, and the Avengers of S.H.I.E.L.D. were really ruthless. He showed his face harshly.

This also means that superheroes, something that seems to only appear at night, in newspapers and on websites, have truly and openly come to the public for the first time.

In the past few days, the whole world has been like a carnival. There are all kinds of doomsday organizations, all kinds of people with good intentions, all kinds of accountability, all kinds of meetings, all kinds of praise and all kinds of scolding...

Fury felt a little regretful that he had not died at the hands of the Chitauri.

However, the most direct and urgent problem that really faced him was the problem of SHIELD itself.

The loss was too heavy.

Of course, not many were lost at the hands of the Chitauri, and more died at the hands of Roland.

However, this was a premeditated plan after all. Roland acted as the executor and Loki acted as the scapegoat. Now Loki has been escorted back to Asgard, but before he left, he made an explanation A lot about Roland.

Although most of them were made up by Loki's habitual lies, at least this sentence "I didn't do it, and it wasn't my idea, it was Roland who massacred S.H.I.E.L.D." is indeed true.

Although Fury is not a good person and will not explain anything to Roland, he knows that this time it is really all about Roland.

So, with Fury’s character…

Roland is so useful, wouldn't it be a shameful waste not to use him more!

grateful? There certainly is.

Respect? Maybe a little.

apology? Hahahaha, so funny.

"what is this?"

"Roland, are you interested? Are you making a deal with me?"

Fury said.

(End of this chapter)