Chapter 1377 The Call of the Stars (Part 3)

The process of waiting for others to write is always a bit boring. Rocket Raccoon, sitting on the windowsill, has begun to observe what those furry plants in the vase that Schiller placed next to the windowsill are.

This place is a bit retro, but not retro enough. Obviously, the owner of the room did not deliberately decorate it in Victorian style. Those candlesticks that look gorgeous and uncomfortable to the hand are just placed on the shelf as collections, without really inserting candles and lighting them.

Just as Rocket Raccoon began to kill time by guessing the story of each collection, Schiller dipped his ink again, and this action drew Rocket Raccoon's attention to the content being written in the notebook.

Rocket Raccoon tilted his head and felt a little puzzled. His language library contains countless languages ​​of interstellar civilizations, even most of the languages ​​of slightly remote civilizations like Earth.

After learning the truth about his birth, he thought that this might be a means for the Kree Empire or the Skrull Empire to facilitate him to spread the situation of the Half World Madhouse.

You must first understand enough languages ​​to communicate with enough people, but unfortunately, language alone is not enough.

When this pessimistic mood rose, Rocket Raccoon had to try hard to decipher the words that Schiller was writing to distract him.

He had such ability. In essence, he was a sophisticated machine. Thanks to the other two empires' quibbling over the Shi'ar Empire, this machine was surprisingly useful.

Soon, Rocket Raccoon read out the rules in those words. Its essence was Latin, but it used the word order of another language, so it read a little fragmented, as if deliberately hindering the reader.

Why is this? Rocket Raccoon could not infer Schiller's purpose in doing this. He wanted the readers of this book to construct a deeper scene, but it seemed to deliberately set up obstacles to prevent him from reading easily.

Humans are really complicated creatures. Rocket Raccoon lowered his head a little bit. When he understood the content of the series of words, he suddenly realized it again.

"So, you are writing about your complicated plan? To me, that's a bit crazy... But why do you write it in the first person of the victim? I mean, does it make your thinking smoother?"

"No, as you said, this is actually a letter, for the person who receives it to understand."

Rocket Raccoon felt more confused until he saw the talking animal mentioned in the last few words written by Schiller.

He opened his eyes wide, his dark eyes rolled around, reflecting the light of the desk lamp, and then sighed: "Is this why you brought me here? You can write this letter while letting me understand what you want me to do?... You are really good at saving effort."

After writing a paragraph, Schiller put down his pen, took a towel from the side of the bookshelf, wiped the ink on his hands, smiled and said: "So now, sir, you can go to defend your image rights."

"I wish I really had." Not without irony.

"If I had a camera, I would definitely take a picture of you looking dumbfounded right now and sell it to the newspaper. It would definitely be on the headlines of tomorrow's comedy section." Rocket Raccoon sat on the tombstone and rolled his eyes.

"You, you, you, you... I, I... I..."

Star-Lord Quill pointed at Rocket Raccoon for a while, then at himself, his steps were diligent as if he was tap dancing on the spot.

Suddenly he reacted again, slapped his forehead and said: "Peter, Peter, why haven't you adapted yet? What strange races are there in the universe? What's a talking raccoon?"

"I've seen you." Rocket Raccoon calmed Quill down with one sentence, and before he could start thinking, Rocket Raccoon said: "You are a member of the Shi'ar Empire Guard, and you just attended the wedding of the Asgard God King. Coincidentally, I just came back from there."

Quill looked Rocket Raccoon up and down, put his hands on his hips and looked at him and said: "It's normal for me to attend the wedding of the God King, but what's wrong with you? In what capacity are you Someone's pet?"

Quil stretched out his hands and made a quotation mark gesture with two fingers, but strangely, Rocket Raccoon didn't hear much contempt in his tone, but it seemed like a joke to get closer to each other. Sure enough, he saw the young man in front of him smiled bitterly and shook his head and said:

"Well, if you are a pet, then maybe I am a knife, not very sharp, not useful, naturally no one pays attention to it."

After speaking, Quill lowered his head and looked at the grave in front of him. He squatted down, stretched out a hand to wipe the dusty epitaph, and looked at the photo on the grave.

Rocket Raccoon jumped down, stood beside Quill, and looked at the name on the grave-"Meredith".

"She is my mother, obvious."

"How did she die?"

"Very strange."

"Is it stranger than a talking raccoon?"

Quill showed a helpless smile, stretched out his hand and rubbed Rocket Raccoon's head, then said: "Of course not, she was killed by a group of aliens, died from the ion gun, a technological weapon that humans cannot understand, because the wound is too strange, so she can only be buried here."

"Did you avenge her?"

"Maybe."

Quill's eyes always contained a kind of sadness, but he did not look like such a melancholy person. Rocket Raccoon thought that there might be a deeper dark story about his mother.

"The story begins with a spaceship crashing in Colorado, like the beginning of a clichéd science fiction story, where a seriously injured and dying alien crawls out, and an earthly woman saves him.

They live happily together, and soon after, the woman becomes pregnant, but one day, the husband returns to his hometown because of his responsibilities, leaving his pregnant wife alone in Englewood.

On the day the child was born, the woman suddenly had a crazy idea, which controlled her soul. Something called her, and she knew she had to respond.

So, the woman who had just given birth rushed out of the door like crazy, holding the child. She wanted him to look at the sky, or the stars hidden behind the sky, which were calling her.

As expected, she saw the originally scattered stars, Weaved into a straight line, she cried wildly and almost fainted. Perhaps her mother's instinct told her that the stars would take her child away.

All this was told to me by my mother. She repeated this story to me countless times, especially her sadness and lack of control.

Perhaps because of my alien blood, I did what humans could not do. On the first day of my birth, I had clear vision and clear memory.

What I didn't tell my mother was that on that day, amid her cries, I saw the stars embrace me.

Among the stars behind the stars, deeper in the depths, I saw something extremely terrifying and great, reaching out to me. "

"What did he see?" Stark in front of the circular Zen window turned his eyes away from the words in the notebook and asked.

But Strange was surprisingly silent. This kind of silence without thinking was rare in this increasingly mature wizard, as if some rules stopped him and forced him to remain silent.

Maybe a few seconds passed, or maybe dozens of minutes passed, and Strange said in a strange voice like a violin that suddenly rose in pitch: "Tony, does the powerful strength of the Iron Demon give you the courage and confidence to be fearless?"

"Obviously."

"What if there is something that cannot be measured by strength?"

"Are you worried that I will be afraid?"

"Obviously."

"What is that?"

"Stars."

"When describing the stars, I will use some more neutral words, instead of exhausting the gorgeous good words like many poets praise the sun." Schiller's voice echoed in the room, as if he was talking to someone.

"The sun belongs to humans. We never hesitate to praise our own things, but the stars are not like that. They never belong to us. They just hang in the sky, quietly looking down at us and observing us."

"When humans step towards the stars, what awaits us, in addition to the bustling interstellar society, may be something greater and more terrifying in the deeper depths."

When Schiller wiped the ink from his hands and picked up the pen again, the slightly unfamiliar cursive words appeared on the paper, and the steady narrative tone in the notebook finally began to fluctuate.

"The day after I returned to Earth, I received a strange letter. I hadn't received a letter for many years, but I still opened it and read the contents."

"Not surprisingly, it was a letter from my good friend Lisa, who works for NASA. After my mother passed away, she can be said to be the most important woman in my life."

"But our relationship is not love, but out of love for the same career. Maybe it sounds a bit crazy. I, a lunatic who talks nonsense, also worked as a mechanic in NASA's space base. This job was given by Lisa."

"In the first hour after I returned to Earth, I called her. I was relieved to hear that she was still full of energy, but the content of her letter made me a little uneasy. "

"She mentioned that in the decades since my mother was killed, more and more UFOs have been seen in the southwest and even the whole United States, and similar phenomena have also been reported in the East. This is not good news."

"But a thought suddenly popped up in my mind-are they impatient? Because they can't wait, do they have to send a more accurate and louder call?"

"So, what are you going to do?" Rocket Raccoon crossed his arms and asked Quill. He shook his beard and continued, "To be honest, I don't want to go back to the universe to wander again, at least I don't want to be alone."

"But you haven't said why you're here." Quill tilted his head to look at Rocket Raccoon.

"At the banquet, I saw that we probably share the same suffering. That day I heard you tell Heimdall, who manages the Rainbow Bridge, that you wanted to come to Earth. It just so happens that the psychiatrist who is temporarily supervising me is also an Earthling, so I came to find you."

"But you're a raccoon."

"Mechanical raccoon." Rocket Raccoon rolled his eyes and stretched out his little claws. Quill wasn't sure if he saw anything, so he moved his face closer, and then with a "swish", the sharp mechanical claws popped out. It almost cut Quill's nose.

"It's amazing." Quill shook his head slowly, but soon, his eyes were filled with surprise. He turned his body and looked at Rocket Raccoon's eyes almost lying on the ground and said, "Then are you willing to help me?"

"That's why I asked you, what are you going to do next?"

"I have to find Lisa." Quill grabbed his hair and said, "She needs my help. Recently, another UFO landed in the Rocky Mountains. I came back at the right time."

"She used to help me, but since I left Earth, I have no chance to repay her. Now she is overwhelmed by her work and is under great pressure from her boss. This is clearly reflected in the letter. I must help her."

Quill stretched out his arm to Rocket Raccoon. Rocket Raccoon sighed, and after a pause, he still grabbed Quill's arm and jumped onto his shoulder.

When the last rays of the setting sun fell below the horizon, the figure of the young man and the raccoon on his shoulder disappeared on the skyline of the road next to the cemetery.

"At that time, I still wanted to help my friend, but what happened next was not enough to match my pure mood at that time, but far exceeded it, and even shattered it."

"It's not because our friendship is not strong enough, but the thing that has been calling me in the darkness is like the song of the skylark in the sky, distant, indifferent, and unknown."

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