Chapter 1362

"The next morning, I drove the NASA scientific research monitoring vehicle that belonged to me provided by Yin Yin Lisha to the Rocky Mountain National Park in Colorado. The accident report location is in the northeast of Longs Peak in the Rocky Mountain National Park. Three mountaineering tourists reported this unidentified flying object crash event.

I don't intend to abide by the agreement with Yin Yin Lisha and just stay at the front-line scientific research base on the periphery of the mountain range, but intend to go deep into the Rocky Mountain National Park. I think I should at least take a look at the accident scene, even if it is to cherish the memory of the deceased colleagues.

The east side of Longs Peak has the most difficult rock climbing route of the entire mountain peak, and that spaceship just fell under the cliff of more than 2,500 feet. This means that if I don't want to take a detour, I must climb the mountain and then rappel.

I haven't made such a risky plan yet, so I just prepared to take a look at the top of the mountain to see if there is anything special about the accident scene.

Going to the top of the mountain is not a pleasant journey, regardless of the difficulty of climbing and the consumption of physical strength. The scenery on the road is very beautiful. Large dense jungles are dyed golden in the morning light, but I have no intention to appreciate it. I feel nervous, and a kind of inexplicable fear surrounds me.

I never feel that I am very timid, but when I stand on the edge of the cliff at the top of Longs Peak and look down, I seem to see an endless abyss, darkness, darkness, and deeper darkness.

The lush tree canopy blocked almost all the sunlight shining under the cliff. I saw some layered curved black shadows entrenched under the tree canopy.

The moist mucus was pulled into thin silver threads with their constant twitching, and then overlapped together, weaving into a dense net.

The color and posture make people think of the countless fingers of several goddesses overlapping in medieval murals, as if that is countless finger joints extending from a palm, showing a kind of smooth plumpness in abnormal density, which is simply disgusting.

I fled in panic.

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

Coming to the mirror in the washroom, I realized that my face was full of small wounds cut by branches and thorny bushes, constantly oozing blood, and I tasted the sticky feeling that made me feel the same from the flow of blood. I couldn't bear such a fantasy for even a second.

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

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

"Here, towel, are you okay?" Rocket Raccoon jumped onto the washbasin and handed the towel to Quill who was shaking a bit. Quill shook his head and said: "It's okay, I might be a bit caffeine allergic. You know, I haven't been back to Earth for so many years, maybe I can't adapt to the lifestyle of a cup of coffee in the morning anymore."

"You ran too fast when going down the mountain. I almost lost you. If you are afraid of heights, just say it. Why are you rushing down the mountain without a word?" Rocket Raccoon's tone was not without complaint.

"Sorry, I mean, I should have brought you with me when I ran down. Who let your legs be short? But this didn't cause you any damage, because among humans, my legs are also short, and I don't run fast."

Quill made another joke with his unique humor, trying to ease the atmosphere, but Rocket Raccoon didn't buy it at all. He stood on the washbasin, hugged his arms and stared at Quill and said: "Even if you forgot about your caffeine allergy, you wouldn't forget about such an important thing as fear of heights, right?"

"I'm not afraid of heights." Quill bit his lip hard, took a deep breath, and raised his tone, as if this could give him a bit of security. He said: "I seem, I seem to have seen something."

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

Rocket Raccoon jumped off the washbasin and said: "Don't say these crazy words to your colleagues again. Have you forgotten the look they looked at us before? It doesn't matter if you are not gregarious, but you can't be caught by a mental hospital on the second day you come here, right?"

Quill sighed. He used the towel Rocket Raccoon just handed over to wipe the cold water on his face, relaxed his lips, shook his head vigorously, made a series of strange air sounds, looked up at himself in the mirror, and whispered: "Alright, Peter, maybe you are a bit afraid of heights. You didn't before doesn't mean you won't now. People are always changing, right?"

He took a deep breath, relaxed his shoulders, threw the towel on the washbasin, turned and walked out, stepped on his feet at the door, and said: "Alright, while the sun is good, we can bypass Longs Peak and arrive directly at the accident site. Besides spending some time, there is nothing."

"Are you still planning to go today?" Rocket Raccoon asked with some surprise. He stopped, turned around and looked up at the wound on Quill's face and said: "You should rest, and then treat the wound to avoid inflammation."

"No no no, I'm fine." Quill shook his head vigorously, showing an abnormal excitement. He breathed heavily, and then said: "You are right, I have to reverse the colleagues' view of me. I can't let them think I am a coward who is afraid of heights. We will prove it to them today."

After saying that. Quill rushed out of the washroom door, and Rocket Raccoon, who was almost kicked by him, spun around in place.

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

Between the two claws, there is a small nozzle that is almost completely invisible to the naked eye, and a hidden button on the front half of the palm. Rocket Raccoon looked at this equipment he had never had before, sighed, flicked his tail, and walked out of the washroom.

As soon as he went out, he heard colleagues in the lobby of the lounge discussing. But they were not discussing Quill, but discussing S. H. I. E. L. D. agents.

"That group of people set up an aerial base as soon as they came, which is really rich, and we have to endure the mosquito bites here, it's really enough."

"Stop talking, they do more dangerous work than us. Who knows what is on that damn spaceship? Two scientific research teams were wiped out. We should be grateful that they came, otherwise the ones who died might be us."

"If you let that group of freaks hear it, they will complain about us again. You know, people with special abilities have a bit of strange temper."

Rocket Raccoon pretended to be an ordinary pet and shuttled through the crowd. Most scholars at the scientific research station were very friendly to him, so he didn't spend much effort to find Quill who was packing things in the tool room.

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"Did you hear what they said? S. H. I. E. L. D. agents have already come, and they have made a big aerial base. Human technological development is really fast. I don't know whether to cry or laugh."

Quill assembled some things nimbly. Rocket Raccoon jumped onto the workbench, watching him tie a sharp shovel head to a longer iron rod, and wrapped a current emission device at the end of the wooden stick tape. Probably, Rocket Raccoon couldn't identify similar devices very well.

Quill pursed his lips, wrapped the tape tightly, and said: "Yondu can't be considered a good teacher, but I did learn some crooked ways from him. We have to set off before sunset, and we must not let those righteous agents take the lead."

"I don't understand why you have such a big interest in that spaceship." Rocket Raccoon frowned and said: "Isn't our task to stop your other colleagues from going to die? But why do you seem keen to go to die?"

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

Rocket Raccoon sighed and said: "Then you should see a psychiatrist. This may be some kind of psychological barrier, such as panic attacks or something."

"That will have to wait until I figure out what's going on with this damn unidentified flying object!" Quill stuffed the assembled weapon into a huge travel bag, put on the mountaineering bag, and carried the travel bag. While pushing the door out, he looked back at Rocket Raccoon and said: "I feel great now, clear thinking, sharp reaction, and full of strength. I haven't been this 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, jumped onto Quill's mountaineering bag in two or three steps, and grabbed the handle on the top tightly.

Without caring about the surprised eyes of other colleagues, Quill rushed out of the base door. In fact, the straight-line distance here is not far from Longs Peak, 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 highway.

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

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

Standing at the top of the big tree, Quill looked into the distance. A thin mist surged above the tree canopy. When the sunlight shone in the forest, the lush tree canopy was like sails riding the wind and waves on a golden sea of clouds.

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

"At that moment, the sunset was like a decaying old man on his deathbed, passing away quickly in my eyes, followed by the night. The bright cloud waves turned into a surging boundless sea of black, and the waves rolled layer by layer, sweeping toward me.

The shadows I saw during the day finally climbed to the top of the tree along the tree trunk, stretching out tentacles in the waves, and the beautiful and majestic broad-leaved forest trees became their mother nests.

The silhouettes under the moonlight were like deformed fingers with branches. Countless tentacles surged out from the gaps in the joints. Blood and mucus were mixed together, thick to the point of being unable to flow, but constantly dripping down, forming one translucent pupa after another.

Inside the pupa were dozens of flowing eyes, squeezed together in large and small sizes, and then sharp hooks stretched out from the gaps between the eyeballs and eyelids. Hundreds of hooks pierced the outer skin of the pupa, creating countless voids, letting the mucus turn into a large net again, just like what I saw during the day.

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

I cannot refuse, I fell."

"Did he see a monster?" Stark moved his gaze away from the notebook and asked Strange: "Among the monsters you know on Earth, are there any that reproduce in this way?"

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

"Either he had hallucinations." Stark was still very calm and said: "This may be some kind of manifestation of neurosis, accompanied by panic attacks."

Strange turned his head to one side helplessly. He sighed and said: "If you want to analyze things in the occult world in a scientific way, you may be destined to be disappointed."

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

"Sometimes it is, but there are exceptions."

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

And then, he saw countless overlapping tentacles crawling out of the center of the Supreme Mage's focused and calm emerald pupils, which were like black holes.