The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman

Are you sure you're really okay?

Standing at the door, Thor looked at Eddie carefully. Eddie's current condition looked very bad. His hair looked like it hadn't been washed for a few days, and it had become a mess. The sweater he was wearing inside seemed to be a famous brand. , but many places have been hooked, not to mention the coat, and there is still dirty oil stains on one sleeve.

Thor has been wandering in Hell's Kitchen these days and has seen many homeless people. Eddie's image has no sense of disobedience when he joins the homeless group.

Seeing that his neighbor has fallen into such a state, Thor is too embarrassed to talk about his disturbing problems. He can only say: If you need help, I'm right next door...

Damn it! I'm not a bum! Eddie obviously saw the sympathy in Thor's eyes, and he hammered the doorjamb, saying, I'm just...

Just as he uttered a syllable, he suddenly swayed back again and hit the porch behind him. The water glass on the porch fell to the ground and broke. He looked back and cursed: Damn it, why...

Then he fell violently to the left, hit his head on the door frame again, then staggered back a few steps like a marionette, and ran to the pool to vomit again.

Now Thor can't stand by and watch, even if it's not to help him, but also to keep his hard-earned house from being destroyed, he can only walk into Eddie's room, wanting to see what's going on with him.

Eddie's house was in a mess. There were several boxes of documents and sundries piled up at the door, which looked like they had been packed hastily. The large and small objects were stacked together in no order, and they looked like they would collapse at any moment.

Thor stepped over the documents, and found a pile of machines he didn't recognize on his left hand, some were messy brackets, and some looked like cannons.

Thor has lived in the human world for so many days, and he probably understands, but any machine he doesn’t know should be very expensive, and he will definitely not be able to pay for it if it is broken, so he bypassed the left side and came to the sofa on the right place.

There is a pile of clothes on the sofa, the most conspicuous of which are a few suits wrapped in dust covers, which look different from other clothes. Even if Thor can't tell what kind of human clothes are, he can still see them. Come out, the workmanship of these suits is much better than the others.

Going in again, there is a suitcase spread on the ground. Obviously, this man named Eddie was kicked out, and his suitcase was also packed in a mess, and many things were piled up on the ground before he had time to take it out. in the box.

Stepping over the suitcase and entering the kitchen, Thor saw Eddie squatting on the ground with his back against the cabinet. He seemed to have completely collapsed, his eyes were dull, and he was muttering to himself.

Eddie saw a huge shadow appearing in front of him. As soon as he looked up, he saw the tall Thor looking at him with concern. He opened his mouth as if he wanted to ask for help, but then he felt that he wanted to What he said was too ridiculous, and he still didn't say anything.

Or I'll take you to the hospital. Thor lowered his head and said to Eddie, You look really sick.

As he said that, Thor turned around and walked out, as if he wanted to make a phone call. Eddie quickly got up, grabbed him and said, No! Don't go! I don't have money to pay for the ambulance anymore!

But you look really bad. Thor turned around, pointed to Eddie's face and said, You are the most emaciated human being I've ever seen, don't you have a mirror? Don't you look at yourself?

Eddie sighed deeply. He walked slowly to the sofa, brushed away the messy clothes, and said, Are you from Texas? Sit down, I don't have anything to entertain you, Get those two cans of beer by the crate.

Thor stood there and glanced at him. Although he didn't know much about the people on Earth, he still had the basic ability to distinguish. He could tell that this man was not a tramp, but came here for some reason. , he clearly has a stomach for stories to tell.

Thor raised his head and looked out the window. It was still early, and the warehouse was working in three shifts. It was not yet time for him to go to work, and he was still idle. Thor obeyed Eddie's words and walked from the side of his suitcase. He brought two cans of beer, went to sit across from the sofa, gave Eddie one can, and put the other in front of him.

Of course he knew about wine. When he was working in the warehouse, the boss would take care of a meal, while Thor was on the night shift. After the shift, the workers would invite him to drink draft beer.

For Thor, the wine of the earth was a bit too weak, but it was better than nothing, so on the first day he moved to his new home, he also went to the surrounding shops to buy a few bottles of beer to stock up.

Eddie opened the can and took two sips of beer. Thor waved his hand and said, Don't do this, I can see that you don't often drink bars? What you pour in like this is foam. My stomach is bloated, and I won’t be able to drink it later.”

Later? Eddie smiled bitterly and said, I only have these two cans of beer. How long do you think I can drink it?

It's okay, I still have a few bottles, I'll bring them to you later. Thor didn't care, he had a bold and unrestrained temperament honed by the battlefield, Eddie looked at his movements and said: You should be retired from the army Right? I can see that you should have fought a war.

Thor raised his eyebrows, and it was the first time someone said that to him. He said to Eddie: You should not be an ordinary person. No one saw my identity before.

Hearing his admission, Eddie took a closer look and said, Looking at your physical fitness, you should be an elite of the special forces. Which force are you in? Why didn't you become an instructor?

Thor waved his hand, and didn't intend to continue talking. After so many days, he also discovered that bragging about his achievements on Earth will only be regarded as crazy, and he will lose his job.

In his bones, Thor still didn't put ordinary humans in his eyes, so he didn't need them to affirm his record, so if anyone asked later, he would just say goodbye and stay silent.

Well, I know you have confidentiality regulations, so I won't ask. Eddie took another sip of his wine and said, In this case, your mouth should be very strict, maybe it's okay to talk to you.

How on earth did you get yourself like this?

Thor looked around the room, and he said, You also have a lot of valuable things in this room. You should have been quite rich before, right? How could it be like this?

When mentioning this matter, Eddie sighed deeply again, and with the help of alcohol, he opened up the chatter box.

What I'm going to say next may be amazing, and you may think I'm crazy, but that's what it is.

Eddie took a sip of beer, pinched the beer can tightly with his fingers, and the veins on the back of his hand protruded.

I was originally a reporter, and I was the top one. I won many awards, interviewed many celebrities, and many well-known reports came from me. When I did my best, even the editor-in-chief would read my complexion.

Eddie slapped the beer can down on the coffee table, and he went on: But just a month ago, everything changed.

He was holding the beer can tighter and tighter. The foam on the surface of the beer poured out from the mouth of the can. Under the dim light, it shone with colorful luster. Eddie stared at the luster, and his thoughts began to drift back to a months ago.

Morning, Eddie.

Morning, what's the matter? You seem to have something to say? Eddie looked at his colleague, the colleague who greeted him came over, and said in a low voice: The editor-in-chief is looking for you, he seems very angry, you'd better pay attention point.

After finishing speaking, the colleague patted him on the shoulder and left. Eddie held the document and the camera on his chest, and pushed open the glass door of the editor-in-chief's office.

The editor-in-chief was on the phone, saw Eddie coming in, glanced at him, then hung up the phone, knocked on the table, motioned for Eddie to come over, and said, Eddie, did you read the Daily Bugle yesterday?

Uh, I didn't see it, what happened to them?

Their new issue of the newspaper was sold out, and so was the magazine. They launched a newspaper that took stock of New York weirdos. There were high-definition photos of Spiderman and Iron Man on it, as well as live photos of their bravery. Spider-Man hooks up and confirms that Spider-Man is really just a high school kid.

On the contrary, our last issue of the newspaper had poor sales, and people were not interested in any river construction projects at all.

Eddie, I know you're a well-known reporter, but you've gone too far recently. People don't care what kind of projects those rich guys are going to start. It has nothing to do with them. They just want to watch those New York vigilantes in HD Handsome pics, and their amazing gossip...

I know... The editor-in-chief stretched out his hand to appease Eddie and said, I know this kind of news is not your forte, but we have to bow our heads to sales. If we can't make some big news, this season's performance is too ugly. I’m afraid we’ll have to take a pay cut.”

Eddie could hear the threat in the editor-in-chief's tone, and he said helplessly, Didn't we have the upper hand in the previous vampire incident?

That was all a few months ago. For our industry, it is longer than centuries. We have to find a new explosive point!

By the way, you know the immortality factor that has become popular recently, right?

I've heard of it, but don't know much about it.

That's okay. Tomorrow I have an appointment with Drake, the boss of the Life Foundation. You are in charge of interviewing him and talking to him about the immortality factor.

The Life Foundation claims that they have found a better way to extract the immortality factor, and the effect is faster and more significant. They have also invited many experiencers, and the feedback is very good. Drake has recently become popular.

The editor-in-chief waved his fist and said, We must seize this opportunity. If this interview becomes popular, not only will it overwhelm the Daily Bugle, maybe we will also have the opportunity to try that magical potion of immortality factor?

Go ahead, Eddie, and your career will reach new heights.