[Zhongyingmei] That snake

Chapter 189 Address

"wake up"

Oliver lifted his heavy eyelids, and closed them again, dazzled by the overhead light.The intense light of the energy sphere formed by the mind stone seemed to still stay on his retina, burning his eyeballs.

"Hmm." He responded in a low voice.

Waiting in the infirmary were Tony and Banner, the two of them had been waiting here when Jarvis detected Oliver's pulse change and decided he might be about to wake up.

Banner smiled at Oliver with his glasses on, and walked to the side to check the data on the medical equipment, while Tony stood straight at the head of the bed with his arms folded, just blocking the glare of the falling light.

"How long have I slept?"

"It didn't take long, just 57 hours." Tony replied, "We contacted Dr. Helen Zhao, but the regeneration cradle has no effect on your wound, so you can only use normal medicine and suture treatment. Oliver, tell me about the mind What happened to the gem? Where is it now?"

"In my head." Oliver opened his eyes, forcing himself to adapt to the light as quickly as possible.The dizziness caused by excessive blood loss has long since disappeared, and the wound is a little painful, but it is not serious.Thanks to Stark's technology, Oliver was glad they didn't put a bunch of detection patches or tubes on him, "Where's Loki? I'll ask him to bring someone out."

"Thor brought Loki back to Asgard. Those experimental subjects... Those with special abilities, Professor X is willing to let them go to X Academy for classes, and some humans, adults are treated in the hospital, and the children are sent to the hospital. The orphanage sponsored by Stark, don’t worry about their lives. Ariel went to X Academy, that human child is in the orphanage, can you give him a name?”

"Ariel???"

"It's the little mermaid, the one in Brett's lab. So is the child. After all, you've spent so many days with him, at least give him a name."

Oliver looked out of the window, overlooking New York through the floor-to-ceiling windows. The winter sky was gray, but there was some sunlight shining through the thick clouds on the distant sea, "November, call him November."

"That sounds a little random, but, well, November."

"Your self-healing ability seems to have disappeared, but it doesn't seem to disappear." Banner added on the sidelines, "During the operation, there were a few times when you were about to go into shock due to excessive blood loss. We were all ready for blood transfusions, but The blood flow stopped by itself. It’s just that after a short time, after the body’s functions recovered, the bleeding continued, and your ability seems to still have control over your body.”

Oliver shook his head and tried to sit up on the bed with his left hand, but he forgot the wound on the palm of his left hand. The sudden pain made him grit his teeth, and switched to his right arm again, this time pulling his right shoulder again. The wound, he frowned, gritted his teeth and sat up enduring the pain.

"Hey, don't move!" Tony wanted to push him down, but for Oliver's body injury, he didn't even know where to touch the patient and pushed him back to the bed, "I don't care if the wound is open." I'll call you a doctor again."

Oliver easily avoided Tony's waving arms, and sat on the edge of the bed. His muscles exerted force on the wound and his facial expression was tense, but he not only sat up, but also supported the edge of the bed and slowly got off the ground, "I can Using this state to escape from the Hydra base, it is not impossible to move. As for the self-healing ability, I think it may be suppressed by the soul gem, but it is suppressed, not cleared. I always feel that the soul gem is in my body It's like a parasite in my head. It's not going to make me feel better, let me restore the elf to be able to kill it, but it won't let me die. I need to make a call."

"For Hotchner?" Tony asked cautiously.

Oliver nodded strangely.

"Hmm... this," Tony turned around suddenly, but he felt that his actions were too obvious, and YOU turned to face Oliver sideways, but looked at Banner.

"Any questions?" Oliver asked. "Before leaving, Aaron said he had something to tell me."

"Well, we got the news about, a day ago, maybe it's related to what he wanted to tell you, but, uh..." Tony tugged at his collar in embarrassment, "Dr. Banner, why don't you tell me?"

"I...no," Banner shook his head vigorously, and looked at Tony firmly, "Aren't you afraid that the Hulk will come out?"

"What's the matter?" Oliver emphasized, his voice sounded a little hoarse.

"Mr. Williams, I have a report on this matter." Jarvis' voice sounded, and Tony pushed the tablet into Oliver's hand as if he had met a savior. "You read the report yourself."

"FBI?" Oliver looked at the title of the file and read aloud.

"Jarvis found it in the FBI database."

Oliver looked up at Tony, who had hacked into the FBI database but was not guilty, and flipped through the information.The name that appeared in the information made him stop his fingers.

Geoge Foyet? !

The blue light of the electronic equipment printed in the blue-green eyes was even colder. He stared intently, but his pupils were trembling slightly.The name instantly evoked his memory, and Oliver didn't even have the time to think about what the expressions and tone of Tony and Banner suggested just now, and went straight to flip through the documents.

Haley...

Oliver pursed his pale lips, and he quickly scanned the case. His heart was unwilling to read carefully, but the words of the knife and gunshot jumped into his field of vision uncontrollably

It was just five days ago when Oliver finally flipped to the date.

"Just five days ago?" Oliver's voice trembled, and he turned back to the original time of the mission report. Foyet escaped from prison a month and a half ago, which was the time when Oliver was going to the Maria base.

"Oliver, are you okay? We're sorry about this, but, at least, Hotchner is fine." Banner felt that something was wrong with Oliver's expression, like a crumbling mountain.

"Five days ago, this thing. No..." Oliver squeezed the tablet tightly in his hands, so hard that Tony felt that the screen would be crushed by Oliver in the next second.

"Calm down, Oliver. It's not your fault." Tony took Oliver's right arm.

But Oliver staggered and fell to the left until he supported the laboratory table beside him with his left hand, and the bandage tied on the palm of his hand was stained with red marks bit by bit.

"**." Tony cursed under his breath, "Can't you be more careful?"

But Oliver didn't seem to hear this sentence, and muttered, "No, it's my fault."

His voice faded, and even Tony didn't hear the words at the end of his sentence.

"What, what did you say?"

Oliver felt the sound of the equipment around him, as well as the inquiries from Tony and Banner, seem to be slowly retreating, until Oliver could not distinguish the direction of those words from the sound, and then even the words he heard were blurred, leaving only intermittent sound.

"It'sme." These words twirled on the tip of Oliver's tongue, lingering for a long time.

It was him, it was his fault, he could have stopped Foyet if he had only heard Hotch finish that sentence.He already knew of Foyet's existence, but he didn't do anything. If he had warned Hotch about these things in advance, if he had caught Foyet in advance, then none of this would have happened, otherwise the meaning of his coming to this world would be what?

Tony watched Oliver's right hand gradually break free from his palm, and the owner of the hand curled up and squatted down slowly.His left hand, covered in blood and bandages, still gripped the table tightly, but his right hand was protecting his belly.

Oliver only felt a force rushing out of his heart and heading straight to his abdomen, causing his internal organs to be stirred up by this force, causing overwhelming pain. He could bear a bullet embedded in his bone, but the pain now But it was as if the flames of hell were burning his bones.But he couldn't suppress the pain, he could only let it wander around in his lungs, making his shoulders tremble uncontrollably.But his eyes were too dry to shed a single tear.

The voice in his ear seemed to be gradually returning, and he heard Banner shouting, "Oliver! Oliver!"

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"Haley's death made each of us stop, look at our lives, and reflect on who we are and what we have become? I haven't found all the answers myself..."

"...if Haley were here today, she would ask us not to mourn him, but to celebrate her life. She would have us love our families unreservedly, and hug them tightly, because at the end of the day After all, they are the most important..."

"..."

Oliver stood far behind a tree, and he could see the golden rays of sunlight shining through the gaps in the leaves on the lawn and the tombstones, as well as the particles of light rolling over the black coffin lid.

On a day when the world should be cloudy, windy, and dead, it wants to be sunny, with evergreens and lawns that never wither, surrounding a silent cemetery.

Because the world is fair, it will not change itself because of anyone's joy and sorrow, it never caters to anyone, and never cares about any life and emotion.

Oliver watched as Hotch finished his final speech. Relatives, friends and colleagues slowly put a white rose in their hands on the lid of Haley's coffin with tears in their eyes, and then left.

Hotch stayed with Jack until the end, and he picked Jack up and let the child place the flower in his hand on top of the layers of pure white flowers on his mother's coffin lid.

They are pure and fragile to the point of beauty.Life is not a work of art, sorrow and beauty are not necessarily related, they just collide unfortunately.

Another rose was placed on the lid, and Hocth caught sight of the black leather gloved hands.

"Oliver?"

"I'm back, is this considered late?"

Hotch shook his head slowly, bowed his head with a weary smile, but quickly met Oliver's eyes, "As long as you're still here, it's not too late."

Oliver tried to use his facial muscles to pull a smile, but it was too difficult, so he could only step forward, open his arms, and hug Hotch.

Oliver pressed his right hand gently to the back of Hotch's neck, letting him rest his head on his shoulder.He could hear breathy whispers in his ear, "No, it's too late, too late. Why?"

Oliver was silent for a moment, "I'm sorry, it was my fault."

"No," Hotch tightened his arms, "I'm not blaming you. I'm just…"

"It's my fault." Oliver took a breath and looked up at the golden light among the trees, but the light didn't fall into his eyes.