It's more than just stabbing yourself twice.
Even stabbing in the heart twice would definitely not be a problem!
Look at what this is!
Full of Berserker class experience! Ian regretted not being able to get along well with the Reaper Tessa, otherwise, he would have shamelessly asked her for a long-term curse.
"The relationship isn't that good, I need to be thick-skinned."
The automatic glass door of the Metropolis General Hospital reflected Ian's iron-clad face. He stared at his blurry reflection, his fingers unconsciously stroking the pendant on his chest.
"Yes, I also have the attention of the boss of the Reapers... If there is a chance, an opportunity, the DC Universe needs to have its own Deadpool! What the Marvel Universe has, our DC Universe should also have!"
Ian found the moral high ground for himself, and he was also somewhat amazed at the power of the Grim Reapers. It seemed that in the story of "Supernatural", the Grim Reaper could also resurrect others?
To be honest.
This TV series is really too old. Even with his excellent memory, he can't remember all the details clearly. Just when Ian thought he should go back and find a way to build a Memory Palace for himself.
"Make way!"
A quick shout came from behind. Ian dodged to the side, and an emergency cart rushed past his shoulder, the wheels making a harsh sound on the tiles.
The man on the cart had a pale face, with a half piece of steel bar stuck in his chest, and blood dripping in the moving trajectory to form intermittent red lines - no matter which world, there is a hard-working and dangerous working class.
"All capitalists should be hanged on street lamps, except me. I will definitely be a capitalist with a conscience in the future." Ian knew that even if he had a few crocodile tears, it would not help the dying man.
The only thing he could do was not to cause trouble for the medical staff.
Following the sign, Ian found the inpatient building. He went to the toilet first, and more than ten minutes later, he came out happily and cleaned the red knife.
Fortunately, no one saw it.
When Ian arrived inside the inpatient building, the young nurse in charge of registration at the ward nurse station was sorting out medical records, her chestnut ponytail swaying gently with her movements.
Ian adjusted his breathing and showed a perfect smile. "Hello, I am a student at Bruce Public High School. I am writing a report for the school about the accident of Star Airways Flight 143."
"Not only is society paying attention to this matter, but even we students are concerned about the victims. Excuse me, can you tell me which ward the survivors are placed in?"
Ian not only maintained his politeness, he also deliberately lied a little bit. Of course, he was not a high school student, but this did not affect his impersonation of a high school student.
"You want to interview a patient?"
Nurse Kate originally raised her head with a frown, but when she saw the unusually handsome boy standing opposite her, her pretty face suddenly changed like a professional Oscar nominee.
"Are they the patients from Star Airlines? Today's students are so caring." Maybe the nurse wanted to refuse at first, but now her attitude is really good.
The value of a handsome face in society is always rising.
"Yeah, I'm a campus reporter." Ian pulled out a psychic card from the compartment of his wallet and waved it in front of the nurse, but the nurse just stared at his face.
The tips of her ears were slightly red.
"…"
Ian was a little unwilling. He wanted to use the magical props, so he handed the card to the nurse, and the nurse was finally affected by the power of the card.
In fact, with or without the power of the card, Ian probably wouldn't encounter any obstacles.
"Wow, you're the chief reporter on campus, that's amazing." It turns out that women also know how to provide emotional value. She even stood up and walked out of the nurse's station to show Ian the direction.
"It's in Area B. Wards 32 to 40 all hold those patients." Nurse Kate was so close to Ian that he could feel her sniffing the scent of shower gel on his body while breathing at the back of his neck.
"I can take you there."
The nurse's kindness continues.
"…"
Ian quickly and politely refused. Today, he really met a female pervert. As expected, no matter which country they are in, nurses are the most daring group of women.
"Thank you so much! You are such a caring angel!"
Ian maintained his politeness and smiled before fleeing.
His smile might make the nurse's day, maybe even the night, seeing how she was acting.
The smell of disinfectant in the wards in Zone B was stronger, mixed with the smell of some medicine. Ian looked around and walked into one of the wards where survivors of the plane crash were staying.
"Hello, I am..."
Ian said as he pulled out the psychic cards again.
However.
"Reporter? No, kid?"
The man lying closest to the gate, his leg hanging in the air with a plaster cast on it, looked Ian up and down and asked in a hoarse voice.
"Which patient's relative are you?"
He obviously misunderstood.
"No, no, no, I'm a campus reporter. The teachers and students in the school are very concerned about this plane crash. I'm here to find out about everyone's situation on their behalf."
Ian began his role-playing. As the child of two reporters, he had a natural buff in playing the role of a reporter, and he did look a bit like a campus reporter.
No one doubted it.
However, just like some people like to show off their iPhones and some people like to show off their luxury cars and watches, Ian still showed the magical cards he "picked up" to every survivor he asked.
Of course, a lot of information was collected, but most of it was useless.
For example, the stewardess in bed 20 said that Superman's arms were as reliable as steel when he caught her. Ian agreed with this very much. After all, he had felt Superman's solid arms since he was a child.
The businessman in bed 19 insisted that he saw the plane being shot down by a green laser, and complained that the official investigators did not believe him. His words did allow Ian to obtain some information.
The old lady in bed 17 said mysteriously that Superman smelled of decay. Given her gypsy identity, Ian couldn't help but waste a few more minutes on her.
However.
Apart from responses like "There is something ominous about you", "Death is chasing you", and "I can give you a discount", Ian, who was afraid that he would grow red hair on his body in the next moment, quickly chose to end the conversation. He did not get any other useful information from the old gypsy woman.
It was not until the man with the hanging legs at the beginning watched Ian question many people and took notes that he spoke to Ian in his hoarse voice.
"Superman smells like chemical waste from a sewage plant. I worked at a sewage plant for 20 years, so I'm sure I'll never mistake that unpleasant smell."
This was definitely the most useful information Ian had obtained. The vending machine at the corner of the corridor buzzed, and Ian bought a city map and began to determine how many sewage plants there were near the metropolis.
Just at this moment.
"The patient in bed 43 is dying!"
Medical staff rushed by pushing a defibrillator.
Ian looked up.
In the ward, the doctors began to rescue the patient, and next to the bed where the patient was lying, a woman who seemed invisible to everyone was standing there, looking at the patient tenderly.
"Tessa!"
Although the woman had changed her character skin, well, changed her clothes, Ian's eyesight was very sharp. Even from a distance, he recognized that this woman was Tessa, the Reaper who brought him here.
He waved at the other person.
The fake-smiling boy wanted to patch things up after their failed date.
However.
"Hmm? Human? You can see me?"
Feeling the gaze, the female Grim Reaper looked up, but opened her mouth slightly in astonishment. Her expression was confused, and when she looked at Ian, she was filled with shock and confusion.
It was as if she didn't know Ian at all.
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