Chapter 1035: The Shocking Commoner (Part 13)

The next morning, when he woke up, Shiler had just sat up from the bed when he shouted in a daze: "Pikachu! Pikachu! Are you practicing that damn electric guitar of yours again?! Stop it quickly!"

Pikachu, holding a half-eaten apple, hopped onto Shiler's nightstand, looked at him, and said: "What are you talking about? Ever since I was flung three meters away by the guitar string last time, I haven't practiced any musical instruments."

"Then what sound is so deafening?? Is it my rock-and-roll dream??!" Shiler squinted his eyes hard, held his head, and said: "God, I thought you had burrowed into my brain; otherwise, why would my head hurt so much? Gray mist! Gray mist! What are you doing?"

The gray mist made a gibberish sound. Judging from its incoherent expression, it must have also just woken up from a hangover and was now having trouble controlling itself, having already tried its best and unable to resolve its master's hangover aftereffects.

Shiler struggled to sit up straight, placed his hands on the soft quilt, then stretched out a hand, rubbed his eyes hard, and said: "I said it, drinking is not a good habit..."

Pikachu "crunch" took a bite of the apple, and while chewing vigorously, said: "Last night, when you came back, it was almost three in the morning. You turned into a cloud of mist, floating in the center of the room. I asked you why you didn't go to sleep quickly, and you said you planned to sleep right there..."

"You could sleep if you wanted to, but halfway through, you floated to the ceiling. The gray mist seeped into the ceiling, causing the floor upstairs to smoke, and the patient was almost scared crazy..."

"The supervisor led the nurses upstairs to disinfect. If I hadn't pulled you back, you would still be in the vacuum cleaner now!"

"Stop talking." Shiler covered his face with both hands and said: "I will never drink again. It's all the fault of those damn rotten people. How can they drink so much?"

After speaking, he turned his head to look at Pikachu. Pikachu put down the apple, wagged its lightning-shaped tail, hopped onto Shiler's quilt, and rubbed its cheeks with its little short hands.

"Want something to refresh yourself?" After Pikachu finished asking, it stretched its tail hard, and with a "zila" sound, electric light burst forth.

A few dozen seconds later, Shiler exhaled a puff of smoke, tidied up his messy hair, and said: "Thank you, much better."

He lifted the quilt, got out of bed, coughed lightly twice. At this time, Ultron was already waiting outside the door. The robot butler wiped the table with a towel on its arm, then placed beef shakshuka, garlic butter baguette, and a glass of orange juice on the table.

Shiler sat at the table, picked up the knife and fork, spread the runny egg yolk on the baguette, and just as he was about to put it into his mouth, he heard a "buzzing" vibration sound coming from outside the window.

Shiler almost bit his tongue. He put down the knife and fork in his hand, looked out the window, frowned, and asked: "What is this sound? Why does it sound a bit like renovation somewhere? Does the nursing home have any renovation plans recently?"

"No, sir." Ultron replied. Compared to Jarvis, its tone was colder and more mechanical, but the answer was equally precise: "The sound you just heard came from 120 meters behind the nursing home."

"The station for the inter-city train is under construction, and it is expected to be completed in a week. I checked all the regulations related to construction noise in New York and conducted 24-hour noise monitoring. No violations were found in this project."

Shiler sighed and said: "Aren't the products of Stark Industries modular designs? Can't they just be assembled on-site? Why is construction still needed?"

"According to the construction schedule sent by Jarvis, the main components of the train station have been assembled, but because it needs to be connected to the ground and reach a certain disaster resistance capability, the foundation and frame construction still adopt traditional methods to ensure the stability of the building..."

Just as he was saying this, another "da-da-da" vibration sound came. Shiler didn't even need to look to know that it must be the foundation being excavated. He supported his forehead with his hand and said: "In other words, it will take another week before I can get rid of this terrible noise disturbance..."

"Yes, sir, but they will only construct during the 8 hours of the workday on weekdays. The whole process is completed by intelligent engineering machinery, which has no impact on the operation of the nursing home..."

"Have any patients reported that the noise has affected their recovery?" Shiler asked.

"Not yet, sir, but this morning, a patient in a hospital room said that the nursing home's air purification system is not working. Last night, he discovered very thick mist appearing in his room and suggested that we install a whole-house fresh air system..."

Shiler waved his hand and said: "Ignore him, he didn't take his medicine and is hallucinating..."

Then, Shiler asked the gray mist: "Can you help me block out the sound of the renovation?"

The gray mist sent a hazy consciousness, the gist of which was that it could do it, but it probably wouldn't be of any use.

Shiler didn't understand what it meant at first, but later, he discovered that the gray mist did indeed block his hearing, making him unable to hear the construction noise. However, because the station was too close to the nursing home and was constantly breaking ground, the vibrations transmitted through the air could not be blocked.

The ear is just a receiver of sound. Blocking hearing doesn't mean the body can't feel the vibration. Shiler wanted to turn into mist to directly block the vibration, but worried that the patient upstairs would hallucinate again, so he could only start considering moving away from here.

Shiler's bedroom was located at the back of the nursing home, relatively close to the construction site. If he moved to the front, the construction site was relatively far away, but it was closer to a lane in the town.

The nursing home covered a large area, and there were quite a few buildings in the middle. But precisely because it was quiet and the scenery was beautiful, many rich people in New York would choose to book a long-term room here to regularly check their psychological and mental states. Those who didn't care about money would book the best hospital rooms.

Shiler could have directly breached the contract and kicked them out, but seeing the sky-high medical fees these rich people were willing to pay for this room, he suddenly felt his head didn't hurt, his legs didn't ache, and even the noise could be tolerated.

After thinking about it, Shiler decided that since he had a small clinic in Hell's Kitchen, he might as well move there for a transition.

Hell's Kitchen wasn't much quieter than here, but the location of that small clinic was better. It wasn't on a busy street to begin with, and because the owner of the clinic was well-known for his kindness, basically no one dared to come here to cause trouble.

Once he decided, he did it. Shiler let Ultron pack his luggage. Dragging his suitcase in one hand and holding Pikachu in the other, he moved from the luxurious and spacious nursing home back to the small clinic in Hell's Kitchen.

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On the first night after moving back, Shiler thought he could have a good sleep. Just as he was about to pull down the rolling shutter of the clinic, a hand stopped him. Shiler turned his head and found it was Ma Te.

Daredevil Ma Te wasn't wearing his uniform, nor was he wearing the suit a lawyer usually wore, but was wearing a tracksuit, carrying a box with cherry blossoms painted on it in one hand and a dozen cold beers in the other.

"What's wrong? Ma Te?" Shiler asked somewhat puzzled.

"Nothing, Elektra went to Japan and brought back the local specialty cherry blossom cakes and sashimi. I bought some beer, and we can chat." Ma Te smiled and raised the box in his hand.

But Shiler discovered that his smile appeared somewhat forced, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes showed that he hadn't been resting well these past few days. So, Shiler stopped closing the door, raised the rolling shutter again, and said: "Come in."

Putting down the box and opening the beer, Shiler brought two small plates, poured sashimi soy sauce, and put the wasabi paste on another plate.

Once the box was opened and the cherry blossom cakes on the top layer were taken off, the remaining two layers were sashimi emitting cold mist. There were arctic surf clams, tuna, Japanese horse mackerel, etc., all types of sashimi that the Japanese liked, cut into very beautiful shapes, and accompanied by some ginger slices and white radish shreds underneath.

While taking out the sashimi, Ma Te said: "Elektra went back this time to settle her private feud. You also know that she was brainwashed into a killer by the Hand before and almost caused a big mistake. After waking up, she felt very angry and had always wanted revenge."

"During the time you were exploring the universe, the two of us weren't idle either. We found Stick. Stick believed that the current Elektra was sufficiently determined and pure, so for these few years, we have been honing our martial arts and have each gained considerable improvement."

"S. H. I. E. L. D. favored Elektra's skills and hoped she could solve some troubles for them. Elektra reached a deal with them, so she also received quite a bit of help from them and obtained some quite advanced equipment."

"So, a few months ago, a well-prepared Elektra returned to Japan and killed the Hand members who had brainwashed her before. Although she couldn't pull them out by the roots, it could be considered settling a matter of the heart."

Shiler opened the beer bottle. The moment he smelled the alcohol, he felt somewhat dizzy, so he put down the beer can, picked up a piece of sashimi with chopsticks, placed it on the plate, put the wasabi paste in the center of the sashimi, folded the raw fish slice in half, dipped it in soy sauce, and sent it into his mouth.

The fresh, sweet, and oily taste greatly stimulated his taste buds. And at this time, how could there not be fragrant and slightly bitter cold beer? Shiler took a sip of beer and let out a heartfelt exclamation.

Ma Te praised: "Can't tell, you're quite an expert. Not only can you use chopsticks, but you also know how to season. Some people like to mix wasabi paste and soy sauce together; that will just get saltier the more you eat..."

After speaking, he picked out two ginger slices from the side of the sashimi box, combined them with white radish shreds, sent a piece of arctic surf clam into his mouth, and also took a sip of beer. The two clinked their beer cans and chatted again.

"Then this should be considered a good thing. Elektra still has the energy to bring you back so many specialties, which shows that things are going very smoothly. You should be happy for her..."

"Who says not?" Ma Te smiled and said: "The night Elektra came back, we went to find a high-end restaurant and indulged in some consumption. I didn't expect that we could even get reimbursed by S. H. I. E. L. D. the next day. We were all very happy..."

"But soon..." A look of worry climbed onto Ma Te's face. He pursed his lips and said somewhat hesitantly: "Shiler, I really treat you as a friend, which is why I'm telling you this. You must not tell anyone else..."

"Rest assured, I am a professional psychologist and won't leak secrets. Tell me, what's wrong?"

Ma Te sighed deeply and said: "Sigh, that night, the atmosphere was just right, so we started talking about the future. We planned to buy a house in New York first and then get married. Of course, this is all simple..."

"My salary is relatively high, and Elektra also found a job at S. H. I. E. L. D. If we want to take out a mortgage, cars and houses are not a problem, and marriage is also expected. We met during college and have been together for many years now. It's time to settle down."

"But the only place where we have a disagreement is the issue of children." Ma Te touched his eyes and said: "Elektra feels that after we get married, we should have a child immediately, but I don't want to do that."

"Although the Hand and Kingpin have been honest recently, it is still full of crises. If a child is born, let alone whether we have the energy to educate him well, even the most basic safety cannot be guaranteed..."

"If an accident happens, we will both regret it for the rest of our lives." ===== CHAPTER 1036 =====