"Huh~" Nick Fury took a deep breath, rubbed his head, and said in a very calm tone: "It is an interesting story setting, but it has no logic at all."
"Hmph, I think only a madman would write such strange things. I read something meaningless. It's really a waste of my time!"
Nick Fury spoke calmly, but his hand tightly grasped the information in his hand, causing wrinkles in the information.
Cornell obviously noticed this, stretched out his hand to push up his glasses, smiled, and said: "Hahaha, what Arthur wrote is indeed quite strange, but Mr. Director, I cannot agree with the fact that it is illogical.
of."
"I have diagnosed many people with mental illness. They have their own logic, a logic with a separate system. Their understanding of the world is different from our understanding of the world."
"It is this that makes us think that they are abnormal and that they are crazy. But in fact, a lunatic does not think of himself as a lunatic. He thinks that he is normal... Well, maybe they will also think that we are the lunatic?"
After hearing this, Nick Fury put down the information in his hand, squinted his eyes, and said with a smile: "Oh? Then please ask Professor Cornell to explain Arthur's logic. I am all ears."
Cornell took a deep breath, showed a smile on his lips, and said meaningfully: "Sir Director, when you stare into the abyss, the abyss is also staring at you. The dragon slayer will one day become the next evil dragon, the righteous one."
The warrior will one day become the evil devil."
"When you call on Him with devotion, He will come to you."
"And when he comes in front of you, you can't accept it. This is really a strange thing."
"But when that day comes, what changes can be made?"
"Do you become one with what you are calling, or do you break away from it?"
Cornell coughed lightly, paused, pointed to the Black Widow behind Nick Fury, and smiled: "The Director is like the one behind you. As a doctor with many years of psychiatric experience, I
I feel like she is sick..."
When Nick Fury heard this, his pupils shrank suddenly, he was startled, and he said with a very serious expression: "Mr. Cornell, I doubt that you are really a doctor? Or is the doctor really your true identity?
?"
"You seem to know a lot of things, but you don't want to tell me everything. You just revealed some things to hint to me..."
"Are you playing a cat-and-mouse game with me? Do you mistake me for a mouse?"
Cornell shook his head and said with a smile: "Director, you misunderstood. I did not treat you as a mouse. How could I, an ordinary doctor, be so bold?"
"I just have a little bit of curiosity. I'm curious about what Arthur did?"
"I haven't seen him in more than a month and I'm worried about my patient."
Nick Fury looked at the doctor in front of him and said slowly: "Doctor, your patient is dead. You don't have the authority to know what he did."
"You don't need to know. You'd better be a doctor honestly and don't ask questions. Knowing too many things is not good for you."
"Doctor, I don't know if you have ever heard the saying, curiosity killed the cat!"
"Hahaha~" After hearing this, Cornell laughed loudly and said, "Mr. Director, I understand what you mean. I will not continue to ask questions about what Arthur did."
"It's actually quite good for me to be a doctor peacefully."
"Director, you have obtained the information. I think it's time for you to go. I'm very busy and have to treat many patients every day."
Nick Fury frowned and said in an extremely cold tone: "Doctor, do you mean to drive me away?"
"How could it be? Mr. Director, how dare I ask you to leave? You can stay as long as you want!" Cornell pushed up his glasses and smiled: "It's just that I still need to work, I want to go see
Here’s to my patient friends.”
After saying that, Cornell stood up.
"Wait a minute, I have something else to ask!" Nick Fury reached out and knocked on the table and said very calmly.
Then, he fumbled in his pocket for a long time and took out a cigarette.
"Bang~" After lighting the cigarette, Nick Fury took a deep breath, puffed out two streaks of white smoke from his nose, and stared at the doctor in front of him.
"Alas~" Seeing this, Cornell sighed and sat on the chair again.
He lay down, put his feet on the table, spread his hands forward, and said helplessly: "Okay, Mr. Director, is there anything else you want to ask?"
"As long as I know, I will tell you and I will never hide anything. It is the obligation of every American citizen to cooperate with government departments..."
"Huh, that's the best!" Nick Fury exhaled a puff of smoke and said slowly: "You just said that Arthur hadn't been here a month ago. What did you talk about on the last day we met?"
"I'm very interested in this, tell me about it!"
"Director, isn't it in the information? You can just read it yourself?" Cornell asked with a smile.
"Whatever I ask, just tell me... don't waste each other's precious time." Nick Fury frowned, looked at Cornell, and said coldly: "Besides, if you still maintain this attitude, I
I will consider asking you questions in another place!"
"Also, I hate people putting their leather shoes in front of me. It's very disrespectful."
"Dr. Cornell, you are highly educated. You should know how to respect others! If you don't respect me, then I don't have to respect you!"
Cornell shrugged helplessly, took back his feet on the table, and said slowly: "Director, I think you need to learn some Eastern culture, such as respecting the elderly and caring for the young."
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "I should be much older than you. At least I can be your father... Don't be so rude to the elderly..."
"And I'm old, my brain is very bad, I have Alzheimer's disease!"
"What did you just say? I didn't seem to hear a word clearly. Can you repeat it again?"
"By the way, I still have a heart disease. I'm a little scared. When I'm scared, I can't remember anything!"
After hearing this, Nick Fury put out the cigarette butt in his hand, showed a smile on his lips, and said: "Doctor, if you can't remember it, I will help you remember it."
"There are a lot of high-tech things in my department, and I could force you to speak out, but I didn't choose to do that. This is already a great respect for you."
"Okay! Okay!" Cornell sighed and said, "Oh, Mr. Director, you are really stubborn. It is clearly in the information, but you still want me to say it again."
"Ahem, that was the afternoon a month ago, the last time Arthur and I met."
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Cornell Presbyterian Hospital, New York.
Three o'clock in the afternoon.
Arthur stared at Cornell's brown pupils, the muscles on his face were shaking crazily, his hands were clutching his legs, and his chest was rising and falling, as if something was tumbling crazily in his stomach.
!
Arthur frowned and grasped the flesh of his thighs with both hands, trying to block something with pain.
He bit his tongue hard and blood poured into his throat. He could clearly feel the severe pain, but the pain still could not stop what he wanted to stop.
The maniacal laughter that had been suppressed broke through the blockage of pain and the constraints of the chest.
The uncontrollable maniacal laughter made Arthur extremely happy, and he began to laugh wildly.
"Hahaha……"
Arthur sat on the chair and looked at Cornell who was sitting across from him. He pulled down the corners of his mouth with his hands, but his face was still twitching and he couldn't restrain his laughter.
"Huh...huh..."
The crazy laughter affected Arthur's whole body, tugging at the internal organs in Arthur's chest.
Arthur began to cough, and he bent over, his skinny body hunched over, like a poor homeless puppy curled up.
Hysterical coughing and fatal wheezing, accompanied by crazy laughter, echoed in the small office.
This laughter is as crazy as a poison with nine heads, and the madness and evil nature in the bones are gradually being released.
Arthur's face was blocked from laughing. His hands grabbed the blood marks, like a new type of oil paint. After laughing crazily for a while, Arthur regained consciousness, and his breath began to calm down slowly.
Back to the cowardly clown with no talent in the circus.
"Huh~ I just got sick, right?"
"That means Dr. Cornell, your treatment has no effect, right? You've been deceiving me, right?"
Arthur's eyes were bloodshot and he was breathing heavily.
"Arthur, relax, I have been treating you and the effect is very good. Maybe you don't feel this way, but I swear to God, the effect is really good."
"I think you need this very much now. Proper nicotine can calm you down."
Conor stood up slowly and took out a pack of cigarettes from the drawer.
"People are always unable to accept things that are different from themselves. People always call them aliens and are hostile to them and alienate them... But not everyone is like this, like me."
Cornell stood up from the leather chair, touched the smooth tabletop with his fingers, walked around the table and walked behind Arthur, and put one hand on the chair behind Arthur.
"Hey, Arthur, even I can accept you, why don't you accept yourself?"
"Be confident, maybe there will be many people in this world who will accept you!"
Cornell handed the cigarette to Arthur.
Arthur took the cigarette that was handed to him, and Cornell did not return to the doctor's position, but sat on the chair next to Arthur.
Cornell took out a cigarette from the cigarette case, patted his pocket, and fumbled around.
"Borrow a fire, Arthur."
Cornell smiled.
Arthur blankly took out the lighter from his pocket and handed it over.
Two smokers started smoking.
Soon the whole room was filled with white smoke, the air was filled with the smell of nicotine, and the white walls seemed to be slowly turning yellow.
If a non-smoker comes into this room, he will definitely feel dizzy and extremely nauseous.
After smoking more than half a pack of cigarettes, most of Arthur's nervousness dissipated.
"Arthur, be confident. Your smile is not scary at all. I even think it's a little cute."
"In this extremely serious world, everyone is like a zombie. The better ones are busy working every day, and the worse ones don't even have a busy job at all."
"Under the pressure of life, there is no smile on everyone's face. Everyone is wearing a disguised mask. Many people want to smile but hide their smile, but more people smile even if they want to.
Not coming out."
"Arthur, you who grew up in Hell's Kitchen should be more aware of this feeling! You are afraid of being shot to death when you walk on the street. In a place where you don't need a reason to kill, who can laugh out loud?
Woolen cloth?"
"There are countless murders every day, but no one can do anything about them. Everyone ignores it all. People don't resist, start to become numb, take hallucinogens, drink alcohol..."
"They want to be like those who bully them. They can no longer laugh out loud. Everyone is cautious about their words and actions, waiting for the opportunity to jump up."
"Arthur, you are different from them. Even under such circumstances, you can still laugh loudly and heartily. What you have is not a disease. You are not sick. You are the most beautiful flower blooming in hell."
Cornell looked at Arthur who was smoking silently with his head down, and said slowly.
"I remember you once said that if you want to be a comedian and heal the world with laughter, well, you also need to write a wonderful work."
"You also told me that a girl said that children who love to laugh are more liked by God."
"Now there are at least two people who don't regard you as an alien."
Cornell reached out and touched the smooth tabletop, smiled and raised two fingers.
"Be more confident...accept yourself...only then others will accept themselves...then more people will like me?"
"Hahaha, comedian, write a book, yes, my mother said, bring a smile to the world!"
"It's rare that Doctor Cornell still remembers my dream?"
"By the way, there are not two doctors, but four..."
Arthur laughed maniacally and said while touching his neck.
There was a bright red scar on his neck, and it looked like the wound was very deep.
"Oh, four people? That's a great start, isn't it?"
"Arthur, what you need is not all kinds of anesthetic drugs, but to accept yourself and enjoy your own happiness."
"Why seek change? Is there any law that says one can't laugh? Or do you really think your laughter is ugly?"
Cornell stared at the scars on Arthur's neck, with a meaningful smile on his lips.