Chapter 927: Deep in the Mist and Rain (Part 2)

"After a busy night, we made three boxes of sandwiches, pizzas stacked more than a meter high, a big pot of soup, and many noodles and salads packed in fast food boxes but actually very fresh."

"These things are all steaming hot, smell good, and taste good, so when we delivered these things to the disaster relief site, the gang members were very happy."

"They rarely ignored us and called us little bastards. My God, I can't believe that a gang leader praised us as geniuses. They were ready to eat fast food..."

"If that's the case, why did the conflict still occur?" Schiller asked with some confusion.

Tire sighed and said, "It's not us who are in conflict with the gangs, but the group of residents of the old street who were rescued."

"When the house was about to collapse, many people felt the shaking and ran out in advance, or jumped down directly from the building. These people were all slightly injured, and there was no problem with movement and speaking."

"When the gang members rushed to the disaster relief, they were still looking for their belongings in the ruins. At that time, the wind was strong and the rain was heavy. Most people ran out in their sleep. They didn't have any clothes to protect them from the wind and rain. Some of the scratches were still bleeding."

"The gang members advised them to take shelter in the shed built by the Wayne Group and bandage their wounds, but this group of people insisted on digging through the ruins to rescue their property."

Tire said helplessly: "Originally, after the completion of the second phase of the project, they should have moved there as soon as possible, but because they packed up those things, they wasted time. Otherwise, those dangerous buildings There was no one in the house long ago."

"They were willing to clean up there by themselves, and the gang members didn't bother to care about them. But later, when the Wayne Group's engineering vehicles were going to drive in to clean up the debris, they stopped them, saying that the vehicles would crush their things...knives."

"Oh my God! Who would like their junk? But they just stayed there and refused to leave. Of course, the gangs wouldn't tolerate them. The gangs shot and wounded a leader."

"Originally, in Gotham, with so many gangs pulling out guns, everyone should run out and find cover."

"But I don't know what happened. These people seemed to be crazy and dared to attack the gangs. In fact, there are not many gang thugs living in the old street. Most of them are peripheral members of the gangs, such as chefs, service providers and brothels. These people never dare to compete with gang thugs."

"But last night, in the typhoon, they seemed to be crazy , especially the leader who was shot and wounded by the gang. I know him. My mother likes to call him the tuberculosis ghost because he always coughs when he refuels... "

"The gangs took a lot of effort to drive them out. After dawn, the gangs were sitting there and wanted to eat something, but the group of people came back again. This time, they wanted to steal the food brought by the children. "

"The gangs wanted to shoot them all to death, but the people of Wayne Group did not let them. After all, these people are already residents of Phase II. It is understandable that Wayne Group wants to ensure their safety. "

"The gang members were guarding us with guns, but the tuberculosis ghost who was shot and only half dead, somehow bypassed the gang members and rushed towards me"

"At that time, I was using a spoon to share soup with the people eating, and he rushed up like that. I was shocked and hit him on the head with a spoon, but I didn't expect that he didn't seem to be afraid of pain Just like that, he stretched out his hand to grab me."

"I... I have never experienced such a thing..." Tire showed a lingering fear. He said: "From childhood to adulthood, the work I did was arranged by my mother. I have never seen anyone rushing up to me with a ferocious look, as if to eat me."

"At that time, I was a little scared and didn't know how to hide. Jason pushed me away, but Jason's arm stretched out and the tuberculosis ghost grabbed his arm directly..."

"The six-fingered girl next to him pulled Jason back. Jason swung his arm hard. Although he shook the tuberculosis ghost's hand down, his nails had already pierced Jason's flesh. When he shook it off, he cut three deep cuts..."

Tire said very annoyedly: "It's all my fault. I should have taken him to the hospital earlier! But Jason said that it was a minor injury and it would be fine after a bandage. We were busy at the time and were short of manpower. I thought so too, so I didn't force him to go to the hospital. "

"But after the morning rush, Jason's face turned frighteningly pale. A female doctor from Wayne's medical team checked his wound and said there was a possibility of infection. She applied some medicine to him, bandaged it, and gave him two antipyretic pills..."

"We thought he was fine, but after we came back, Jason said he was a little sleepy, so he went back to sleep, but he didn't come out for a long time. We asked the building manager to open the door, and found that he had fallen asleep and was hot all over. "

Cobert sighed and continued: "At that time, we found that he had a fever, so we gave him two antipyretic pills. At first, his temperature went down a little, but later it didn't work. "

"I called Bruce Wayne, but he was also very busy. It was said that one of the residents who was rescued last night suddenly became mentally ill and attacked him. He is investigating what happened with the doctor."

Schiller narrowed his eyes and looked at Jason's arm. The three scars were no longer bleeding, but they were very swollen, and his entire forearm was swollen.

Jason's face was very pale, but his lips were very red, which looked like congestion due to high body temperature. Schiller tested the temperature of his neck with the back of his hand and found that his body temperature was frighteningly high.

"You go out first, I need to check his wound." Schiller turned to the two and said, after Cobert and Tire went out, Schiller grabbed Jason's wrist and asked Gray Mist: "Can you give him a physical examination? This doesn't look like an ordinary wound."

Gray Mist was silent for a while, then said: "It's a bit strange. I'm reorganizing his cells and cooling them down, but for some reason, mutations have been occurring near his scratches."

"Mutation? What do you mean?"

"I can heal almost all wounds by changing the structure of human tissue. After all, the essence of a wound is that human tissue is destroyed. As long as it can be repaired, the wound will definitely heal."

"My symbiont factor can be converted into human cells to fill in lost or necrotic cells. Theoretically, this small injury should heal instantly, but it is still getting worse during the process of filling and repairing..."

"What's the reason?" Schiller asked.

Gray Mist sent a series of doubtful emotions. He said, "It's hard to tell. I can only feel that there is a mysterious factor invading the wound. I'm trying to peel them out... Well, I can't peel them out at all."

Schiller heard Gray Mist sigh and said, "He is not my host. I don't have such strong control over his body. If I take some coercive measures, he may lose an arm."

"Then let him lose an arm." Schiller said very firmly, "There are limb regeneration potions, and they will grow back sooner or later."

Gray Mist seemed to hesitate for a moment, and then said, "I trapped this factor in the wound of his arm. I can just cut off his arm physically. I blocked his pain nerves, and he won't feel anything."

"Schiller paused, and then said: Is there no milder treatment method?"

Gray Mist thought again After thinking for a while, he said, "You can try to let the guy living in the umbrella eat this factor. He seems to eat everything."

"So. You don't want to eat because you are picky about food?" Schiller asked, turning back to get the umbrella. Gray Mist hummed twice and said, "No, I can only eat things that can be transformed into symbiont factors. If they can't be transformed, I can only spit them out intact."

"In other words, you can't transform this mysterious factor?"

Gray Mist thought for a while and said, "It's not accurate to say that it is a factor. It doesn't really exist, so I can't eat anything. It's more like a... um... illusory curse, so I asked you to try with that black guy. They are both cursed, maybe it will work?"

Schiller took the umbrella and put the tip of the umbrella close to Jason's arm. Soon, a black mist wrapped around Jason's arm.

After the cursed soul stayed on Jason's arm for a while, it returned to Schiller's umbrella pole.

The cursed soul left, Jason's arm did not change, but the next second, the gray fog began to repair, and the wound healed in an instant.

Gray fog said with some pride: "See, I said it was effective. This thing must be a curse, otherwise, he wouldn't eat it so deliciously!"

Schiller held the umbrella handle and felt the emotions from the cursed soul. He found that this time the cursed soul's emotions seemed to become clearer, and he was indeed satisfied and excited.

"So you like to eat curses?" Schiller said with some surprise: "I thought you should like to eat things like souls..."

But at this time, the cursed soul actually had a thought, which roughly meant "Souls are not delicious, this curse is delicious."

Schiller was a little surprised again, because before this, the cursed soul had no ability to answer his questions.

This cursed soul, who was born with Constantine, first acquired the innate magic ability in his mother's belly like Constantine, but then was killed by Constantine and became a cursed soul that could never disappear, and later became Schiller's umbrella spirit.

However, this little guy does not have the same strong growth ability as Gray Mist. After staying in the umbrella for so long, Schiller has tried to communicate with him, but each time he failed.

The cursed soul can only convey very simple emotions, and can only convey one emotion at a time, so there is no way to make a judgment. But this time, Schiller clearly felt his two attitudes towards two things, which is a manifestation of the initial formation of logic.

Now, Schiller had a feeling that it was not that the child was stupid, but that he had not raised him well. He did not know that the cursed soul was going to eat curses, and it seemed that it had to be the curse of the world he was born in. It turned out that before, he was so hungry that he could not think.

Schiller turned his attention back to Jason from the cursed soul. The wound on his arm had disappeared, and his face looked much better. Schiller stretched out his hand and tested his body temperature, and found that his fever had also subsided.

Just as Schiller took his hand back, Jason suddenly jumped up from the bed, as if awakened by a nightmare. He gasped and looked around. When he saw Schiller, he let out a long breath.

Schiller looked at Jason and asked, "Do you remember what happened?"

"I...I..." Jason closed his eyes hard, and his voice still seemed a little weak, but then he suddenly widened his eyes and said:

"Those residents who were rescued are going crazy!! Stop them!!!!"