Chapter 4411

She knew why Hal sent her this; for their class, decency was more important than anything. If she had a boyfriend who fried fries in the back kitchen of a fast-food restaurant, she would become a laughingstock for everyone, and the Ferris family would be mocked, and might even be excluded by certain circles, thereby losing a large part of their interests. This wasn't something that true love could solve.

An agent didn't sound like a good choice either. But if this agent was the president's personal guard in charge of taxes, it would be very different. Just by relying on this one certificate, Carol was enough to be a big shot in all the circles she currently had.

However, this also made Carol raise a different kind of worry. She originally thought that Hal choosing to find a temporary job was just wanting to relax, and after the state was adjusted, he would continue to engage in aerospace work.

But he sent this certificate, which proved that for a long time to come, he might intend to stay in the back kitchen of the fast-food restaurant to fry fries.

Carol knew Hal very well. When Hal wanted to avoid something, he would do some repetitive work, even if these works looked boring and uninteresting to normal people, and had no interest return, he would spend a lot of time doing them.

Hal was never a person accustomed to escaping. Carol had always believed that Hal's sense of responsibility was the cornerstone of their relationship. So even if he couldn't be a pilot, and even if he intended to work in a fast-food restaurant, Carol didn't feel there was anything. She knew Hal would definitely find a way to be responsible for her and their future life. The certificate sent was the best proof.

Hal was never the kind of person who said "because I want to realize my dream, so everyone has to make way for me." On the contrary, he was the kind of person who wouldn't set off on the road unless everything was arranged and his responsibilities were fulfilled.

So even if he wanted to follow his inner heart to work in the back kitchen of a fast-food restaurant, he would find a way to solve the pressure Carol was about to face. He must have thought about how to deal with it before making this decision.

Then, since it wasn't an irresponsible whim, what made him make such an avoidance behavior was very worth caring about.

Carol was clear that even if Hal solved her problem, this probably wasn't the best result he wanted, only a helpless compromise. That proved that his state had reached a certain point, so he could only do this.

Carol thought while eating fries, what made Hal's state worse?

Alcohol and drug problems could be ruled out first. Although many people who had experienced ups and downs would choose to use these things to numb themselves, Hal wasn't that kind of person. He hadn't drunk more than a finger of whiskey in his life, and drugs were even more impossible; Hal hated everything hallucinogenic.

After thinking about it, Carol felt the problem still appeared in the accident. In psychology, there is an effect called "delayed trauma," which refers to the fact that when a disaster occurs, or some time after the disaster occurs, people won't feel very sad.

This is actually the joint effect of the brain's protection mechanism and hormones. When encountering a life-threatening disaster, the human body will first save itself. Dopamine and adrenaline will both exert force; people won't feel sad, but will even be very excited, because only in this way can they cheer up and save themselves.

The time for this state to fade varies from person to person. Some people might collapse immediately after escaping, while others maintain it for a longer time, even up to several years.

In the case where hormones haven't faded, they will behave the same as ordinary people, and even phenomena like flashbacks and nightmares won't exist. However, once this state passes, the collapse comes suddenly.

And if there is something else that is not going well in the middle, the two are superimposed, which might be more miserable than those who broke out immediately.

Carol thought Hal was in this situation now; the trauma stress disorder of the accident broke out a few months later, and at the same time, he learned that he couldn't resume flying; under the double blow, his psychological state was precarious.

Thinking of this, Carol couldn't sit still, threw the pen, picked up her coat, and went to drive. Soon she drove to the front of the fast-food restaurant, pushed the revolving door and walked in, cleared her throat and said: "Is anyone there? A large portion of fries."

Her voice was really recognizable. A few seconds later, Hal flew out like a golden retriever and hugged Carol tightly.

"What did I say? The fries I fried taste great, they've already sold out, you should have come earlier."

Carol pushed him with a smile and said: "When do you get off work?"

"Soon, I can leave a little earlier. Anyway, I've already passed the interview, tomorrow is the normal workday."

"Come on." Carol took Hal's hand and got into the car, then drove all the way to the seaside, found a bar and sat in the outdoor seat. As soon as she sat down, Carol found something wrong; Hal seemed to be distracted. He would never be like this in the past.

They were both very busy before, and it was hard to have a date opportunity, so both were very devoted, wishing they could stare at each other all the time. But Hal was distracted as soon as he sat down.

"Hal? Hal?... Dear?"

Hal regained his senses suddenly and looked at Carol. He looked very guilty and said: "Sorry, I might be a bit tired."

Carol shook her head and said: "No, you've been looking at the beach just now. Why?"

Hal was stunned. He didn't even realize it. He turned his head and took another look; actually, if he wanted to be in a daze from this angle, he should stare at the sea; wanting to look at the beach next to him required turning his head ninety degrees, which was still a bit strenuous, but he just looked at the beach subconsciously just now.

"I..."

"I don't want you to explain anything," Carol said, "You can not answer me, but you have to think clearly yourself. Your state is obviously not right now. If you really feel the problem is serious to this point, then we should go see a doctor first."

Hal thought about it. He also realized something was wrong; both his body and mind had some problems. Perhaps just as Carol said, he really had to go see a doctor.

And at this time, Carol had already taken out her phone to make a call. She made an appointment with the doctor and said: "Tomorrow morning at eight o'clock, I'll drive to pick you up. Remember not to eat breakfast."

Hal nodded. Carol saw his face was bad and his expression was dazed, so she couldn't help but hug him, touched his head, kissed his cheek, and said: "Don't worry, I'll accompany you."

The two sat in the bar for a while, then got into the car, wanting to go home. But not long after, Bruce's call came.

"I saw you made an appointment for a comprehensive physical examination at Metropolis Hospital. Hal, are you okay?"

"I don't know," Hal answered truthfully, "I feel I'm a bit terrible, but I don't know why."

"Don't go to Metropolis Hospital anymore, come to the Batcave. After all, you are a superpowered individual; ordinary hospitals might not be able to check out the problem. My equipment here is more complete."

Hal looked at Carol. Carol heard the content of their conversation, and she also nodded. So Hal said: "Okay, we'll go over tomorrow morning."

The next morning, the two came to the Batcave together. Hal was like a puppet; Bruce told him to do whatever he did, told him to lie on which machine he lay on, told him to do what action he did.

A check took four or five hours. Hal actually felt much better after sleeping, but after such a check, he felt that he might be hopeless.

However, when Bruce stared at his check sheet for more than ten minutes, he didn't know who was hopeless—he had a big problem, but it wasn't worth Batman looking at it for so long, right?

The result was really a big problem. Bruce looked at Hal and said: "You're dead."

"... What?"

"Out of scientific considerations and respect for modern medicine, no matter what, I cannot call you alive." Bruce added, "You are dead now."

Hal was blank, not knowing what expression to make. Carol was very surprised and said: "What? Did Hal become a ghost?"

"No, to be precise, it's a corpse that can move," Bruce said, "Logically speaking, he should be dead. But he can still move now, and has consciousness; it probably happened because of something science cannot explain."

Hal thought of the scene where Steppenwolf killed him before almost immediately. He said: "So, the resurrection didn't succeed..."

"Then you wouldn't be standing here," Bruce said, "It should be said that it didn't completely succeed. The resurrection process might have had some problems, causing you not to completely come back to life; now you still belong to a corpse."

Hal opened his mouth and said: "Then what should I do?"

"The technological level of the Mother Box is too high, and it might involve the power of the origin of the universe. How it works, I cannot fully understand. This matter needs to be checked carefully; it might take a period of time."

"But... but..." Hal gestured, pointing at Bruce for a while, and then pointing at himself.

"Also out of scientific considerations, you and I both understand that if a program can run normally, try not to move it," Bruce said, "Maintaining the status quo is the best choice. Anyway, you are just a bit weak, plus mentally exhausted. Of course, if you really can't stand this situation, perhaps you can go to the hibernation cabin..."

"Then I'd better stay dead," Hal immediately expressed, "I think by the standard of a corpse, I am quite healthy, and there is no need for treatment. I'm going back to fry fries, goodbye."

Hal pulled Carol and ran away quickly. Carol was still a bit worried; he looked at Hal and said: "Is it really okay?"

"I think Bruce makes sense," Hal said, "Since my current state can still be maintained, it is best not to move it randomly. I believe in Batman's ability; he should be able to find a solution soon."

"And, I can't show it too much, otherwise Victor might be very guilty. I know he had already tried his best at that time; no one wants to become like this. There is no need to add trouble to others."

Carol nodded and said: "But this situation is still worth worrying about. I'll go talk to my father, put the company's affairs aside first, and I'll accompany you during this time."

Hal was about to say something, but Carol interrupted him and said: "You can't refuse. Otherwise, if something happens to you, I will definitely blame myself very much. This is for myself."

Hal also kissed her lightly, smiled at her.

In the Batcave, Bruce put down the inspection data in his hand. Schiller was sitting on the sofa next to him, a bottle of red wine that had already bottomed out was placed on his left hand, exactly the one they carefully selected before the Christmas Eve banquet.

The dark bottle body shone with a luster like jewelry under the light. When Clark just walked into the hall, Bruce took it from the wine cabinet. Schiller said: "Are you sure it's this bottle? This is very expensive."

"This is very much to Hal's taste; he won't refuse."

"How much to put?"

"You decide."

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