Chapter 195 The Plot Begins to Go Off Track (Part 1)

"Are you sure you're okay?"

Thor, standing at the door, looked at Eddie carefully. Eddie looked very bad now. His hair looked like it hadn't been washed for a few days and had become a mess. The sweater he was wearing seemed to be a famous brand, but it was already snagging in many places. Not to mention the coat, there was dirty oil stain on one sleeve.

Thor had been wandering around Hell's Kitchen these days and had seen many homeless people. Eddie's image did not feel out of place among the homeless group.

Seeing his neighbor in such a state, Thor was too embarrassed to say that he was disturbing the neighbors. He could only say, "If you need help, I'm next door..."

"Damn it! I'm not a homeless person!" Eddie obviously saw the sympathy in Thor's eyes. He hammered the door frame and said, "I'm just..."

He just uttered a syllable and suddenly staggered back and hit the entrance behind him. The water cup on the entrance fell to the ground and broke. He looked back and cursed, "Damn it, why is it..."

Then he fell hard to the left and hit his head on the door frame again. Then, like a puppet, he staggered back a few steps and ran to the sink to vomit again.

Thor couldn't stand by and watch now. Even if it wasn't to help him, he could only walk into Eddie's room to see what happened to him in order to prevent the house he had finally found from being destroyed.

Eddie's house was in a mess. There were several boxes of documents and sundries piled up at the door. It was obvious that they were packed in a hurry. The large and small objects were piled up in no order and looked like they would collapse at any time.

Thor stepped over the documents and found a pile of machines he didn't recognize on his left hand side. Some of them had messy brackets and some looked like cannons.

Thor had lived in the human world for so many days, and he probably understood that any machine he didn't recognize should be very expensive, and he couldn't afford to pay for it if it was broken, so he bypassed the left side and came to the sofa on the right.

There was a pile of clothes on the sofa, the most conspicuous of which were several suits wrapped in dust covers, which looked different from other clothes. Even if Thor couldn't tell what kinds of human clothes there were, he could see that the workmanship of these suits was much better than the others.

Going in again, there was a suitcase spread on the ground. Obviously, this man named Eddie was driven out. His suitcase was also packed in a mess, and many things had not been taken out in time, so they were piled in the box.

After crossing the suitcase and entering the kitchen, Thor saw Eddie squatting on the ground with his back against the cupboard. He seemed to have completely collapsed, his eyes were dull, and he was mumbling to himself.

Eddie saw a huge shadow appear in front of him. When he looked up, he saw the tall Thor looking at him with concern. He opened his mouth and looked like he wanted to ask for help, but then he felt that what he wanted to say was too ridiculous, so he said nothing.

"Or I'll take you to the hospital." Thor said to Eddie with his head down, "You look really sick."

As he said that, Thor turned and walked out, as if he wanted to make a phone call. Eddie quickly got up and held him and said, "No! Don't go! I don't have money to pay for the ambulance!"

"But you look really bad." Thor turned around, pointed at Eddie's face and said, "You are simply the most haggard human I have ever seen. Don't you have a mirror? Don't you want to look at yourself?"

Eddie sighed deeply, he walked slowly to the sofa, pushed aside the messy clothes, and then said, "You are from Texas, right? Sit down, I don't have anything to treat you, bring the two cans of beer next to the box."

Thor stood there and looked at him. Although he didn't know much about Earthlings, he still had basic discernment. He could see that this man was not a homeless person, but came here for some unknown reason. He obviously had a lot of stories to tell.

Thor looked out the window. It was still early. The warehouse had three shifts. It was not time for him to go to work yet. He was free anyway, so he followed Eddie's instructions and took two cans of beer from his suitcase. He walked to the opposite side of the sofa and sat down. He gave one to Eddie and put the other in front of himself.

Of course he knew about alcohol. When he worked in the warehouse, the boss would provide a meal. Thor was on the night shift, and after his shift, his coworkers would invite him to drink draft beer.

For Thor, the alcohol on Earth was a little too light, but it was better than nothing. So on the first day he moved to his new home, he also went to the surrounding stores to buy a few bottles of beer to stock up.

Eddie opened the can and took two gulps of beer. Thor waved at him and said, "Don't do that. I can see that you don't drink often. What you drink is foam and your stomach is bloated. You won't be able to drink it later."

"Later?" Eddie smiled bitterly and said, "I only have these two cans of beer. How long do you think I can drink it?"

"It doesn't matter. I have a few more bottles. I'll give them to you later." Thor didn't care. His bold temperament was honed by his long experience in the battlefield. Eddie looked at his movements and said, "You should be retired from the army, right? I can see that you must have fought in the war."

Thor raised his eyebrows. It was the first time someone said that to him. He said to Eddie, "You should not be an ordinary person. No one could tell my identity before."

After hearing his admission, Eddie observed him carefully again and said, "Looking at your physical fitness, you should be an elite of the special forces. Which unit are you in? Why don't you become an instructor?"

Thor waved his hand and didn't intend to continue. Over the past few days, he also found that bragging about his achievements on Earth would only make people think he was crazy and lose his job.

Thor still didn't take ordinary humans seriously, so he didn't need them to affirm his achievements. So if anyone asked him again, he would just say goodbye and remain silent.

"Okay, I know you have a confidentiality agreement, so I won't ask." Eddie took another sip of wine and said, "In that case, you should be very tight-lipped, so maybe it's okay to tell you."

"How did you get yourself into this state?"

Thor looked around the room and said, "There are a lot of valuable things in your room. You should have been rich before, right? How did you get into this state?"

When he mentioned this, Eddie sighed deeply again, and with the help of the alcohol, he started talking.

"What I'm going to say next may be shocking, and you may think I'm crazy, but this is the truth."

Eddie took a sip of beer, his fingers tightly holding the beer can, and veins on the back of his hand bulged.

"I was originally a journalist, and a top one. I have won many awards, interviewed many celebrities, and many well-known reports came from me. When I did my best, even the editor-in-chief had to look at my face."

Eddie put the beer can on the coffee table with a "pop". He continued: "But just a month ago, everything changed."

He held the beer can tighter and tighter. The foam on the surface of the beer poured out from the mouth of the can. Under the dim light, it flashed with a colorful luster. Eddie's eyes stared at the luster, and his thoughts began to drift back to a month ago.

"Morning, Eddie."

"Morning, what's wrong? You seem to have something to say?" Eddie looked at his colleague. The colleague who greeted him came over and said in a low voice: "The editor-in-chief is looking for you. He seems to be very angry. You'd better pay attention."

After that, the colleague patted him on the shoulder and left. Eddie took the documents and the camera on his chest and pushed open the glass door of the editor-in-chief's office.

The editor-in-chief was on the phone. When he saw Eddie coming in, he glanced at him, hung up the phone, knocked on the table, and motioned Eddie to come over. He said, "Eddie, did you read the Daily Bugle yesterday?"

"Uh, no, what happened to them?"

"Their new issue of the newspaper is selling like hot cakes, and so is the magazine. They launched a newspaper that lists New York's weirdos, with high-definition photos of Spider-Man and Iron Man, as well as photos of them doing heroic deeds on the scene. There was even a reporter who talked to Spider-Man and confirmed that Spider-Man was really just a high school student."

"On the contrary, our last issue had dismal sales. People are not interested in river construction projects."

"Eddie, I know you are a well-known reporter, but you have been going too far recently. People don't care about what projects those rich guys are going to start. It has nothing to do with them. They just want to see those high-definition handsome photos of New York vigilantes and their shocking gossip..."

"I know..." The editor-in-chief stretched out his hand to comfort Eddie and said, "I know this kind of news is not your forte, but we have to bow to sales. If we can't make some big news, Come, this season's performance is too ugly, I am afraid that it must be reduced. "I have heard of it, but I don't know much about it." The editor -in -chief of the red waves waved his fist and said: "We must seize this opportunity. If this interview is hot, not only can we overwhelm the daily newspaper, maybe we also have the opportunity to test the magical eternal factors?"