Chapter 192: The Journey of a Native in Search of His Father

"Hoo! Hoo!"

After the black-robed motherland broke the neck of the shape-shifter, he gasped for air, let go and let the other man's body fall to the ground.

Although it didn't take much effort to break the shape-shifting man's neck, at this moment, he only felt that all the strength in his body was completely drained.

Then he took a deep breath, fell weakly on the sofa, and stared blankly at the body of the shape-shifter.

Gradually, he felt a strong dizziness rush to his forehead, and he felt dizzy.

At the same time, a strong burning sensation pierced his head deeply, like Satan's burning gaze.

A deep, vile darkness touched him and took hold of him.

He covered his aching forehead and looked at the mirror next to him.

Another him in the mirror appeared again.

The people of the motherland initially believed that the person they saw in the mirror was not the real person.

Once, he would say that this was a figment of his own self, a nightmare that came from the depths of his own mind, constantly changing and tormenting him.

But now, these imaginary products may also be real.

Today's people in the motherland can no longer rationally distinguish whether they are true or not.

Maybe it's not that he can't tell the difference now, but that he has never been sure whether these assumptions are true or false.

"Well done. You succeeded in taking a brave step this time. This is what we were counting on."

The other person in the mirror said to the people of the motherland.

"What do you want to say?"

The motherland panted slightly and looked at herself in the mirror.

The motherland man in the mirror put away his hands and leaned forward, "It's not you, it's us. This is not the first time you have said this word."

"We are one, the demon that lives in your head."

The motherland man in the mirror looked at him seriously and asked, "So, what does this feel like?"

"What does it feel like?"

"Don't be coy, this isn't the first time you've killed someone."

Once again, his mischievous eyes flashed in the mirror, "You long for love, but you keep destroying them with your own hands."

This sentence was like a supersonic fist, hitting the vitality of the black-robed motherland hard.

He tried his best not to show it, but he still took a few steps back and finally sat down on the sofa.

Turning his head to look at the dark night outside the window, his eyes stared blankly through the darkness of the night.

After a while, the motherland person said to himself in the mirror: "You are just an illusion of mine."

"I should call you an intruder," the motherland gritted his molars and looked at him, "because that's what you did, you forced your way in here, and now, I'm drifting in the darkness, passing through all peace, all Good and bad things, and then there is you, trespassing on my spiritual territory, you are an intruder!”

"Don't act like you didn't mean to invite me."

"I didn't invite you."

The natives raised their voices.

As soon as he finished speaking, the expression of the motherland man in the mirror gradually became fierce, "You have killed the shape-shifter, and now you want to cut off from me, right? When you saw your father, you couldn't wait to separate from the past. Well, actually, you can never change your past!”

"You are just a person who keeps wallowing in conflicts. You can never grow up. You think you can get rid of me. No, you can't change anything."

The motherland man in the mirror looked at him fiercely, then laughed, "This is ridiculous, isn't it? You want to treat him as your father, but... he doesn't want to acknowledge you at all, because you actually have nothing to do with him. relation."

"No! Shut up!"

The black-robed motherland man was reminded of the central issue again by his reflection in the mirror, with a trembling voice, "He is my spiritual support. I know everything that happened there. I don't care whether he recognizes me or not."

"You're lying, Macho. You say you don't care, but in fact you care more than anyone else. You care very much about what he thinks of you."

The motherland man in the mirror pinched his waist with both hands and sneered at him: "You will never grow up unless you throw away these unnecessary feelings. Think about it, you have always been different, macho man, you have to do this The god of the world needs to throw away those unnecessary emotions. Don’t care what he thinks of you, you don’t need him to love you!”

"No!"

Staring at himself in the mirror, the black-robed motherland man shook his head and stepped back.

This time he was not convinced by his reflection in the mirror, but his eyes instantly turned red.

"Zi la!"

Heat vision shot out of his eyes, shattering the mirror into pieces.

Half an hour later.

Dr. Wagbaum, who has retired from Vought Company, heard a sound at the door.

Living alone, he stood up from the sofa and walked out of the room.

As soon as he reached the door, he saw a face through the glass that he didn't expect at all.

"Are you John?"

Dr. Wagbaum was surprised when he saw the black-robed native smiling at him standing outside the door.

"Hey Dr. Wagbaum, long time no see."

"Yes, we haven't seen each other for a long time."

Dr. Wagbaum was stunned for a moment, then opened the door and let the people of the motherland in.

"I thought we would never see each other again in this life."

Dr. Wagbaum asked him to sit on the sofa and asked, "Would you like a cup of tea or coffee?"

"No, no need."

The black-robed native waved his hand at him, "I'm not here to drink coffee, I just want to ask you something."

The people of the motherland have quite complicated feelings towards this doctor who raised him in the laboratory and whom he regarded as half of his father.

"What do you want to know?"

The gray-haired old man asked him while sitting on the sofa opposite the motherland.

"I want to ask you, is it true that when you created me, was there another brother of mine, or a clone or something like that?"

The black-robed native asked him, "Or am I not the only one?"

Dr. Wagbaum looked at him and shook his head for a while, "No, you are the only one. You are what I created. You are so different. John, you are my greatest pride, but..."

He paused for a moment and said to his motherland: "You are also my most successful failure."

"I"

Seeing Dr. Wogelbaum's guilty expression, the black-robed native stood up and looked at him in shock, "I've always been good, I grew up well, why do you think I'm a failure?"

"You are not perfect. You have many flaws. You deserve to have a happy home and a happy life in the family instead of spending your childhood in a laboratory. Whenever I think of what I have done to you before, I feel sad.”

Dr. Wagbaum began to reflect on the experiments he had done on the people of his motherland in the laboratory.

When the people of the motherland thought of the pain they suffered in the laboratory and the happy life enjoyed by their other self on the farm, tears instantly filled their eyes.

But he tried not to let tears flow down, but bit his lip and looked at the other person, "I don't need your apology at all!"

"But it's all my fault."

Dr. Wagbaum said with a complex expression: "I created the tragedy."

"What do you want?"

The black-robed native gritted his teeth and tried not to lose his composure in front of the doctor.

"Don't look like that in front of me. Do you think you can get my forgiveness? Now? After you raised me like a fucking guinea pig?"

He shook his head at Dr. Wagbaum, "This apology is too late, and I don't need it."

Dr. Wagbaum said with a serious expression: "I don't want your forgiveness. This is just a dying old man reflecting on his own mistakes."

"If possible."

Dr. Wagbaum said to him: "I hope you can have a good life and not be burdened by pain."

"I don't care, and I don't need your pity. I will get my original life back."

The people of the motherland turned and left.

Just half a step away, he suddenly turned around and said to the doctor: "You have never been my father. You just regarded me as your experimental subject. You always thought that you should not invest too much emotion in the product. In the past, I Think you are my father, but actually, I have a real father."

Listening to the words of the motherland, Dr. Vogbaum was stunned on the spot.

He wanted to say something more, but the next second the opponent directly activated super speed and left.

On the other side, Peter still doesn't know the mental journey that the people of this world go through.

He was flipping through the news papers of the Black Robe World.

Newspapers reported that a few weeks ago, Locomotive, a member of the Super Seven, beat an innocent girl to death on the side of the road while chasing a criminal.

Peter put the newspaper down, and he remembered that this seemed to be when the plot of The Black Robe had just begun.

Poor Huey, his girlfriend died just because of a show of affection on the curb.

Shaking his head, Peter put the newspaper away and looked at Compound No. 5 placed on the table.

This thing can give ordinary people superpowers, and it can also make superhumans have stronger superpowers.

Just like a chocolate box, you never know what it tastes until you open it, and you never know what kind of superpower you will get before you inject Compound 5.

"Knock! Knock!"

Peter was staring at Compound No. 5 in front of him, lost in thought, when there was a knock on the door.

"Come in, Clark."

Peter looked up and knew it was Clark standing outside.

"godfather."

Clark pushed the door open and saw Peter flipping through the newspaper.

"Is something wrong? Clark."

"Well. I want to know, Godfather, when will we go back?"

"We leave tomorrow, but before that, you and John must take down my statue."

Peter put down the newspaper and said to him: "You are the one who caused the trouble, so you must take matters into your own hands before we leave this world."

"I understand, Godfather."

Clark hesitated and asked Peter, "Godfather, does John really regard you as a god?"