"So that's what he looks like."

"Indeed, a ball of mud is almost the same as you when you are drunk."

Stark lit a cigarette and said, "What on earth was that injection? Why did it make him go crazy immediately?"

"Did you notice?"

"Of course, if you think about it, there are no such coincidences in this world. A drug randomly developed by the military can just happen to stimulate alien creatures from who knows which galaxy..."

"The general didn't lie to you. This kind of thing can indeed stimulate people's brains."

"That……"

Before he could finish speaking, Schiller shook his head and said, "It's impossible. Obadiah's situation is too complicated, and this thing has very strong sequelae. Your uncle is too old to withstand this."

Kind of exciting."

Stark looked a little disappointed.

"But it may not be impossible." Another voice sounded. Stark looked up and saw Dr. Connors walking out of the rooftop door. He said, "I can extract the beneficial part of this strange potion.

Come out, maybe it can be turned into a drug for treating neurological diseases..."

"What the hell is going on?" Stark asked.

Dr. Connors stood opposite him and said: "I have to say that those media reports on you are indeed wrong. Although you are a bad person, at least you still have a sense of justice. I feel sorry for my work in Stark."

Apologize for the damage caused to the Group Building."

Stark was stunned for a moment. Just when he was about to ask something, Schiller said: "Stop talking here and talk about it at my place. You will know how exciting this story is."

After the sun gradually set, the lights on the streets of Hell's Kitchen gradually went out. In the psychological clinic, Dr. Connors and Peter went to rest. Stark fell asleep after listening to the story.

"So you know, it was the symbiote that killed the person, and the person who died deserved it."

"Are you worried that I will feel guilty and entangled about this? No, I won't. I only regret that I didn't let that slime chew a few more times."

“How does it feel to get out of the mud?”

Stark fell silent and slowly closed his eyes.

Maybe a genius is always lonely, but he doesn't want to admit that he is so miserable that even though he knows that an alien creature is not worthy of trust, he still yearns for the feeling that someone understands him and can accompany him.

"Wonderful story?" Stark murmured in a low voice: "No... no, a bad story, extremely bad."

He thought that there wasn't even a perfect hero in the traditional story here. The trouble caused by a mess of mud involved a bunch of bad people.

But even this bad story gave him a good night's sleep that he had not had for many days, or in other words, many years.

One morning a few days later, when the morning light was just shining in, Schiller, who had just gotten up, opened the stopper of the glass jar and threw a chocolate ball into it.

The pile of black mud immediately wrapped the chocolate ball, and then suddenly froze there. Then, the black mud twisted the liquid's body and sent out a series of pleasant brain waves.
Chapter completed!