Chapter 1379 The Call of the Stars (V)

"The next morning, I drove the NASA research monitoring vehicle provided by Lisa to Rocky Mountain National Park in Colorado. The accident report site was northeast of Longs Peak in Rocky Mountain National Park. Three mountaineering tourists reported the UFO crash.

I did not intend to abide by the agreement with Lisa and stay at the frontier research base outside the mountain range. Instead, I planned to go deep into Rocky Mountain National Park. I felt that I should at least take a look at the accident site, even if it was to commemorate those deceased colleagues.

The east side of Longs Peak has the most difficult rock climbing route on the entire mountain, and the spacecraft just landed under a cliff of more than 2,500 feet, which means that if I don't want to take a detour, I have to climb the mountain and then descent.

I am not ready for such an adventure yet So I only planned to take a look at the top of the mountain to see if there was anything special about the accident scene.

Going to the top of the mountain was not a pleasant journey. It had nothing to do with the difficulty of climbing and the physical exertion. The scenery on the road was beautiful. The large tracts of dense jungle were dyed golden in the morning light, but I had no intention of appreciating it. I felt nervous and an inexplicable fear surrounded me.

I never thought I was timid, but when I stood on the edge of the cliff at the top of Longs Peak and looked down, I seemed to see an endless abyss, darkness, darkness and deeper darkness.

The lush canopy of the big tree blocked almost all the sunlight that shone under the cliff. I saw some layers of curved black shadows entrenched under the canopy.

The wet mucus kept twitching as they kept twitching, and The separation and combination were pulled into thin silver threads, and then overlapped together to form a dense net.

The color and posture reminded me of the overlapping fingers of several goddesses in medieval murals, as if they were countless knuckles extending from a palm, showing a smooth and plump appearance in the abnormal density, which was simply disgusting.

I fled in panic.

Fear deeply surrounded my heart. I rolled among the bushes and tree roots like crazy, almost rolling all the way down the mountain. My colleagues at the research station said that I looked like I was attacked by a wild beast.

When I came to the mirror in the bathroom, I found that my face was covered with small wounds cut by branches and thorny bushes, and blood was constantly oozing out. I tasted the stickiness that I felt from the blood flow, and I felt it. I couldn't stand such a fantasy for even a second.

I started to vomit non-stop, almost vomiting my stomach. I couldn't stand the smell of vomit, so I turned on the faucet. The vomit residue was sucked into the sink by the rotating water vortex, and I began to tremble all over again.

Because I saw that one of the tiny pieces of residue was stretching out its arms to call for help, but it was still swallowed by the dark hole. This is what I am doing, rushing myself, or a part of myself, into the unknown darkness. "

"Here, towel, are you okay?" Rocket Raccoon jumped onto the washstand and handed the towel to Quill, who was shaking a little. Quill shook his head and said, "It's okay, I may be a little allergic to caffeine. You know, I haven't been back to Earth for so many years, and I may not be able to adapt to the habit of a cup of coffee in the morning. "

"When you were going down the mountain, you ran too fast, I almost lost you. If you are afraid of heights, just say it directly. Why did you rush down the mountain without saying a word?" Rocket Raccoon complained in his tone.

"Sorry, I mean, I should have brought you when I ran down, who made you have short legs? But it didn't do you any harm, because among humans, I have short legs and can't run fast. "

Quil made another joke with his unique sense of humor, trying to ease the atmosphere, but Rocket Raccoon didn't buy it at all. He stood on the washstand, crossed his arms and stared at Quill and said, "Even if you forgot that you are allergic to caffeine, you can't forget something as important as fear of heights, right?"

"I'm not afraid of heights." Quill pursed his lips fiercely, took a deep breath, raised his tone, as if this would give him a little sense of security, and said, "I seem to, I seem to see something."

"Oh, oh, it's the tentacles in the shadows you yelled about, and some messy fingers, but didn't I tell you, it's just tree roots!"

Rocket Raccoon jumped down from the washstand and said, "Don't say these crazy things to your colleagues anymore, have you forgotten the way they looked at us before? It doesn't matter whether you are sociable or not, but you can't be taken away to the mental hospital the next day after you come here, right? "

Quil sighed, wiped the cold water off his face with the towel that Rocket Raccoon had just handed over, relaxed his lips, shook his head vigorously, made a series of strange sounds, looked up at himself in the mirror, and whispered: "Okay, Peter, maybe you are a little afraid of heights. It doesn't mean you won't be afraid now. People are always changing, right?"

He took a deep breath, relaxed his shoulders, threw the towel on the washstand, turned around and walked out, tiptoed at the door, and said: "Okay, while the sun is shining, we can bypass Longs Peak and reach the accident site directly. It's nothing except taking some time. "

"Are you still going today?" Rocket Raccoon asked in surprise. He stopped, turned around and looked up at the wound on Quill's face and said, "You should rest for a while and then treat the wound to prevent it from getting inflamed."

"No, no, no, I'm fine." Quill shook his head vigorously, showing an abnormal excitement. He exhaled heavily and said, "You're right. I have to change my colleagues' views of me. I can't let them think that I'm a coward who is afraid of heights. We will prove it to them today."

After that. Quill rushed out of the bathroom door, and Rocket Raccoon, who was almost kicked by him, turned around on the spot.

When he walked to the door, he stretched out his paw to hold the door frame, and then looked down at his other paw.

Between the two paws, there was a small nozzle that was almost completely invisible to the naked eye, and a hidden button on the front half of the palm. Rocket Raccoon looked at this device that he had never had before, sighed, shook his tail, and walked out of the bathroom.

As soon as he went out, he heard colleagues in the lounge talking about it, but they were not talking about Quill, but about the SHIELD agents.

"That group of people set up an air base as soon as they arrived. They are really rich, and we have to endure the bites of mosquitoes here. It's enough."

"Stop talking. The work they do is much more dangerous than ours. Who knows what's on that damn spaceship? The two scientific expedition teams were wiped out. We should be grateful that they came, otherwise we might be the ones to die."

"If those freaks hear it, they will complain about us. You know, people with special abilities have some weird tempers."

Rocket Raccoon pretended to be an ordinary pet and shuttled among the crowd. Most scholars at the scientific research station were very friendly to him, so he found Quill who was packing in the tool room without much effort.

"Did you hear what they said? The SHIELD agents are here and have set up an air base with great fanfare. Human technology is developing so fast that I don't know whether to cry or laugh."

Quill assembled some things skillfully. Rocket Raccoon jumped onto the workbench and watched him tie a sharp shovel head to a longer iron rod and wrap an electric current transmitter at the end of the wooden rod's tape. Perhaps Rocket Raccoon couldn't recognize similar devices very well.

Quill pursed his lips, wrapped the tape tightly, and said, "Yondu is not a good teacher, but I did learn some crooked ways from him. We have to set off before the sun sets and get ahead of those righteous agents. We must not let them get ahead."

"I don't understand why you are so interested in that spaceship." Rocket Raccoon frowned and said, "Isn't our mission to stop your other colleagues from dying? But why do you seem to be keen on dying?"

"I don't know." Quill shook his head at a very fast frequency and said, "But I feel that I have to do something now. Once I stop, I will feel panic. Yes, panic, I don't know why."

Rocket Raccoon sighed "Then you should see a psychiatrist. This may be some kind of psychological disorder, such as panic attack or something."

"That's after I figure out what this damn UFO is all about!" Quill stuffed the assembled weapons into a huge travel bag, put on the backpack, picked up the travel bag, pushed the door and walked out, turning back to Rocket Raccoon and said, "I feel great now, my mind is clear, my reaction is sharp, and I'm full of power. I haven't been so excited for a long time. Let's go, we should go on an adventure."

Rocket Raccoon looked at his back, pursed his lips, then jumped off the table, took two steps at a time and jumped onto Quill's backpack, and tightly grasped the handle above.

Ignoring the surprised eyes of other colleagues, Quill rushed out of the door of the base. In fact, the straight-line distance from here to Longs Peak is not far, only less than three kilometers, but most people who have hiked in the wild should know that three kilometers in the jungle is different from three kilometers on the road.

By the time Quill bypassed Longs Peak and started heading for the target location, the sun had already begun to tilt, and when he saw the light smoke coming out of the target point, it was already close to sunset.

Leaning against the thick tree trunk, Quill put down the bag in his hand and panted. He almost didn't rest at all, but walked here in one breath. He took off the mountaineering bag and put it next to the big tree with the travel bag. He climbed up the tree with his hands and feet. Rocket Raccoon followed him and jumped onto his shoulders more lightly.

Standing on the top of the big tree, Quill looked into the distance. A layer of mist was surging above the treetops. When the light of the setting sun shone into the forest, the verdant treetops were like sails sailing on the golden sea of ​​clouds.

Rocket Raccoon put his hand on Quill's shoulder. Quill, who finally breathed fresh air, couldn't help but take a few deep breaths, but soon, this scene that should have been magnificent and beautiful changed in his eyes.

"At that moment, the setting sun quickly faded from my sight like a decaying old man on his deathbed, and darkness followed. The bright clouds turned into a raging, boundless black sea, with waves rolling and sweeping towards me.

The things I saw during the day finally climbed up the tree trunks to the top of the trees, stretching their tentacles in the waves. The beautiful and majestic broad-leaved trees became their nests.

The silhouettes under the moonlight looked like deformed fingers with branches and gnarls, and countless tentacles gushed out from the cracks in the joints. The blood and mucus mixed together, so thick that they could not flow, but kept falling down, forming one translucent pupa after another.

Inside the pupa were dozens of flowing eyes, large and small, squeezed together, and then sharp sickles extended from the gaps between the eyeballs and eyelids. Hundreds of sickles pierced the outer skin of the pupa, creating countless holes, and turning the mucus into a large net again, just like what I saw during the day.

I can't describe this strange rebirth process, but when the net appeared under me, a warmth like that in the mother's womb surrounded me, and I felt a call.

I couldn't refuse, I fell. "

"Did he see a monster? "Stark looked away from his notes, looked at Strange and asked, "Among the monsters on Earth that you know of, are there any that reproduce in this way?"

Strange shook his head, looked at Stark and said, "Tony, don't you understand? You can't use biological knowledge to explain all this."

"Or he is hallucinating." Stark said calmly, "This may be a manifestation of neurosis, accompanied by panic attacks."

Strange turned his head to one side helplessly, and sighed, "If you want to analyze the mystical world in a scientific way, you may be doomed to disappointment."

"Isn't the essence of magic also the use of energy?"

"Sometimes yes, but there are exceptions."

Strange looked into Stark's eyes, and Stark noticed his focused gaze, so he looked back in the same way.

Then, he saw that in the center of the Supreme Sorcerer's focused and calm emerald eyes, countless overlapping tentacles crawled out of the black hole-like pupils.

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