Chapter 1377 The Call of the Stars (Part 3)

The process of waiting for others to write is always a bit boring. Rocket Raccoon sitting on the windowsill has already begun to observe what the furry plants in the vase Schiller placed next to the windowsill are.

There is something retro here, but not retro enough. It is obvious that the owner of the room did not deliberately decorate it in a Victorian style. Those candlesticks that look so gorgeous that it hurts your hands are just placed on the shelf as a collection without actually being plugged in. Candles are lit.

Just as Rocket Raccoon began to pass the boring time by guessing the story of each collection, Schiller dipped the ink again, which drew Rocket Raccoon's eyes to what was being written in the notebook.

Rocket Raccoon tilted his head, feeling a little puzzled. His language library contains the languages ​​​​of countless interstellar civilizations, including most languages ​​​​of slightly remote civilizations like Earth.

After learning the truth about his birth, he thought that this might be a way for the Kree Empire or the Skrull Empire to spread the word about the situation in the half-world lunatic asylum.

You must first know enough languages ​​to communicate with enough people, but unfortunately only language is not enough.

When this pessimistic mood rose, Rocket Raccoon had to work hard to decipher the words Schiller was writing to distract him.

He has this ability. In essence, he is a sophisticated machine. Thanks to the other two empires' care about the Shi'ar Empire, this machine is surprisingly easy to use.

Soon, Rocket Raccoon read the patterns in those words. It was essentially Latin, but it used the word order of another language, so it read a bit fragmented, as if it was deliberately hindering the reader.

Why is this? Rocket Raccoon could not deduce the purpose of Teller's doing this. He not only wanted the readers of this book to construct a deeper scene, but also seemed to deliberately set up obstacles to prevent him from easily understanding it.

Humans are really complex creatures. Rocket Raccoon lowered his head a little. When he understood the content of the series of words, he suddenly realized it again.

"So, you're writing about your complicated plan? I'd say, that's kind of crazy... but why are you writing it in the first person of the victim? I mean, does that make your thinking flow better? ?”

"No, like you said, this is actually a letter, meant to be read by the person who receives it."

Rocket Raccoon was even more confused until he saw the small talking animal mentioned in Schiller's last few sentences.

He opened his eyes wide, and his dark eyes rolled around, reflecting the light of the desk lamp, and then sighed: "Is this why you brought me here? You can write this letter and let me read it at the same time. Do you understand what you want me to do? ...You are really good at saving effort."

After writing a paragraph, Schiller put down his pen, took a towel from the side of the bookshelf, wiped the ink on his hands, smiled and said, "So now, sir, you can go and defend your image rights." ”

"I wish I did." Not without irony.

"If I had a photo camera, I would definitely take the photo of you stunned right now and sell it to the newspaper. It will definitely be on the headlines of the funny section tomorrow." Rocket Raccoon sat on the tombstone and rolled his eyes.

"You, you, you, you...I, I...I..."

Star-Lord Quill pointed at Rocket Raccoon for a while, and then pointed at himself. His steps were so diligent that he seemed to be doing a tap dance on the spot.

Suddenly he came to his senses again, patted his forehead and said, "Peter, Peter, why haven't you adapted yet? Are there any weird races in the universe? What does a talking raccoon count?"

"I've seen you." Rocket Raccoon calmed Quill down with just one sentence, and before he could start thinking, Rocket Raccoon said: "You are a member of the Shi'ar Empire Guards, and you have just participated in the Asgardian Gods. The king’s wedding, coincidentally, I just came back from there.”

Quill looked Rocket Raccoon up and down, looked at him with his hands on his hips and said, "It's normal for me to attend the God-King's wedding, but what's going on with you? In what capacity are you attending? Someone's little pet? "

Quill stretched out his hands and made a quotation mark gesture with two fingers, but strangely, Rocket Raccoon didn't hear much contempt in his tone, but instead it seemed like a joke to close the distance between them. Sure enough, He saw the young man in front of him smiled bitterly and shook his head and said:

"Well, if you are a little pet, then maybe I am just a knife. It is not very sharp and has no use. Naturally, no one pays attention to it."

After saying that, Quill lowered his head and looked at the tomb in front of him. He squatted down, stretched out a hand to wipe off the dusty epitaph, and looked at the photo on the tomb solemnly.

Rocket Raccoon jumped down, stood beside Quill, and looked at the name on the grave - "Meredith".

"She's my mother, obviously."

"How did she die?"

"It's bizarre."

"More bizarre than a talking raccoon?"

Quill showed a helpless smile, reached out and rubbed Rocket Raccoon's head vigorously, and then said: "Of course not, she was killed by a group of aliens. She died from the ion gun, a technological weapon that humans cannot understand, because of the wound It’s too weird, so I can only bury it here.”

"Did you avenge her?"

"Maybe so."

There was always a kind of sadness in Quill's eyes, but his appearance didn't look like such a melancholy person. Rocket Raccoon thought, maybe there was a deeper dark story about his mother.

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“The whole story begins with a spaceship crashing in Colorado, like the beginning of an old science fiction story, where a seriously injured alien crawls out and is on the verge of death, and an Earth woman saves him.

They lived happily together, and soon after, the woman became pregnant. But one day, the husband returned to his hometown because of his responsibilities, leaving his pregnant wife alone in Englewood.

On the day her child was born, this woman suddenly had a crazy idea that took over her soul. Something called to her and she knew she had to answer.

So, the woman who had just given birth rushed out of the door like crazy with her baby in her arms. She wanted him to take a look at the sky, or the stars hidden behind the sky, which were calling to her.

Unsurprisingly, she saw the originally scattered stars being woven into a straight line. She let out a crazy cry that she had never heard before and almost fainted. Perhaps her mother's instinct was telling her that the stars would take over. Take her kids.

This was all told to me by my mother, who repeated this story to me numerous times, especially her sadness and lack of control.

Perhaps because of my extraterrestrial ancestry, I have done things that humans cannot do. On the first day of my birth, I had clear vision and clear memory.

What I didn't tell my mother was that on that day, amidst her cries, I saw the stars embracing me.

In the stars behind the stars, deeper in the depths, I saw something infinitely more terrifying and infinitely greater, reaching out to me. "

"What did he see?" Stark in front of the circular Zen window looked away from the words in the notebook and asked.

But Strange was surprisingly silent. This kind of silence without thinking was rare in this increasingly mature mage, as if some rules stopped him and forced him to remain silent.

Perhaps a few seconds passed, or perhaps dozens of minutes passed before Strange said in a strange voice like a violin that suddenly rose in pitch: "Tony, has the powerful power of the Iron Demon given you anything?" Fearful courage and confidence?”

"It's obvious."

"What if there is something that cannot be measured by strength?"

"Are you worried that I will be afraid?"

"It's obvious."

"What's that?"

"Stars."

"I will use more neutral words when describing the stars, instead of using all the gorgeous and good words like many poets praise the sun." Schiller's voice echoed in the room, as if he was speaking to someone.

"The sun belongs to humans, and we are never stingy in praising ourselves. But the stars are not like that. They never belong to us. They just hang in the sky, quietly looking down at us and looking at us."

"When humans step towards the stars, in addition to the lively interstellar society, what awaits us may be something greater and more terrifying in the depths."

When Schiller wiped the ink on his hand and picked up the pen again, slightly unfamiliar cursive writing appeared on the paper, and the steady narrative tone in the notebook finally began to fluctuate.

"The day after I returned to Earth, I received a strange letter. I hadn't received a letter in many years, but I opened it and read the contents."

"Not surprisingly, it was a letter from my good friend Lisa, who works for NASA and who, after my mother passed away, was arguably the most important woman in my life."

"But the relationship between the two of us is not love, but out of love for the same cause. It may sound a bit crazy. A crazy person like me who talks nonsense also worked as a mechanic at NASA's aviation base. This job is still Thanks to Lisa.”

"In the first hour after I returned to Earth, I called her. I was relieved to hear that she was still so energetic, but the content of her letter made me a little uneasy."

"She mentioned that in the decades since my mother was killed, UFO sightings had increased in the Southwest and throughout the United States, and that similar phenomena were being reported in the East, which was not good news."

"But a thought suddenly came to my mind - could they not wait? Did they have to send a more precise and louder call because they couldn't wait?"

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"So, what are you going to do?" Rocket Raccoon crossed his arms and looked at Quill and asked. He shook his beard and then said, "Seriously, I don't want to wander back into the universe, at least not alone."

"But you haven't said why you are here." Quill turned his head and looked at Rocket Raccoon.

"At the banquet, I could see that we probably share the same problem. That day I heard you telling Heimdall, who was in charge of the Rainbow Bridge, that you wanted to come to Earth. It happened that the psychiatrist who was temporarily monitoring me was also an Earthling, so I came over. Looking for you."

"But you're a raccoon."

"Mechanical raccoon." Rocket Raccoon rolled his eyes and stretched out his little claws. Quill was not sure if he saw anything, so he put his face closer, and then with a "swish", the sharp mechanical claws popped out. It almost cut Quill's nose.

"It's amazing." Quill shook his head slowly, but soon, his eyes were filled with surprise. He turned his body and looked at Rocket Raccoon's eyes almost lying on the ground and said, "Then are you willing to help me?"

"That's why I asked you, what are you going to do next?"

"I have to find Lisa." Quill grabbed his hair and said, "She needs my help. Recently, another UFO landed in the Rocky Mountains. I came back at the right time."

"She used to help me, but since I left Earth, I have no chance to repay her. Now she is overwhelmed by her work and is under great pressure from her boss. This is clearly reflected in the letter. I must help her."

Quill stretched out his arm to Rocket Raccoon. Rocket Raccoon sighed, and after a pause, he still grabbed Quill's arm and jumped onto his shoulder.

When the last rays of the setting sun fell below the horizon, the figure of the young man and the raccoon on his shoulder disappeared on the skyline of the road next to the cemetery.

"At that time, I still wanted to help my friend, but what happened next was not enough to match my pure mood at that time, but far exceeded it, and even shattered it."

"It's not because our friendship is not strong enough, but the thing that has been calling me in the darkness is like the song of the skylark in the sky, distant, indifferent, and unknown."