Chapter 12: 11. The road in the dark

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Imagine what happens when a train running at full speed hits a solid mountain rock?
broken.
This is the doomed result. After the humans invented the actionable steel things, the battle between these steel monsters and the earth continues until now, and they have hardly won once.
In this night, the train carrying Merlin and more than 270 passengers hit the inner wall of the tunnel. The mountain wall of the tunnel was broken by the collision. The stripped rock was under the impact of kinetic energy. It smashed in all directions and beat the car behind the completely destroyed front.
Just like a snake that has lost its head, the cars roll and spin. Under the impact of kinetic energy, scattered on the rails, and even hit the rails horizontally, the heavy goods in the freight cars behind the train rolled down, blocking the other exit of the tunnel. real.
This is an uncompromising disaster, the most important thing is that it occurs at an extreme time.
At 5:45 in the morning, most of the passengers were asleep at that time, and it was too late to take effective measures, but fortunately, the train did not cause an explosion when it hit the mountain wall, which gave the victims the possibility of saving themselves.
Merlin rubbed his head and woke up from the pain of being hit several times. He raised his head hard, but he was surprised to find that his car had already rolled over. He was lying on a piece of broken glass, but he was lucky. The extreme did not bleed.
Others are not so lucky.
Merlin lying on the ground could hear the wailing from all sides, the groans of the wounded, the painful weeping, and the cry of men.
In the rear compartment, some guests who have already woken up are trying to save themselves. This is also thanks to the fact that trains in North America are not traveling fast at this time, so they did not cause more terrible secondary damage.
In front of Merlin's eyes, the train attendant covered his bleeding head and walked hard in the carriage, organizing the guests to leave the carriage that may be dangerous at any time.
A mother cried while holding her comatose daughter. More people took a fluke after the disaster and silently followed the flight attendant. With the flashlight and the remaining lights in the car, they opened the twisted door and left. This carriage.
Outside the broken glass window, the surviving passengers, led by the flight attendants, gathered at the edge of the tunnel. The human voices were noisy. In this dark area, the innermost fears of people were awakened, everyone Become sensitive and combative, and under the pressure of fear and the stimulation of blood, people often do many terrible things.
Those organizers may also know this, they separated the men into two teams, and quickly explored in both directions of the tunnel, trying to find a way to leave the tunnel.
But they lacked tools and lighting equipment. The disaster was too quick and too unexpected.
Merlin didn't pay attention to the people outside the car, nor did he have time to pay attention to them. Someone even needed his help in front of him.
The old gentleman who had awakened him was lying on the floor of the carriage at this time. On his belly, there was a piece of broken glass pierced into it, with blood flowing from his clothes.
There are also dead bodies that no longer move, and those dead lives, in this dim carriage, outline a desperate and sad scene.
"Hold on, sir."
Merlin knelt beside the old man, he said something to the old gentleman, and then pressed his hand against his wound and checked his wound skillfully.
In Madison, Wisconsin, during the time when Mr. Rubers worked in a private hospital, Merlin was already an excellent nurse. Although he had not studied medical knowledge in theory, bandaging small wounds was no longer a problem for him. .
"No visceral injuries, sir, you are lucky."
Under the dim light, Merlin smiled at the old gentleman. He tore his sleeves to make a temporary bandage, and he was about to pull out the glass that stabbed into the old man's body.
"Are you a doctor?"
The old man obviously suffered terribly, and his complexion became terrible, but after seeing Mei Lin's preparations at a glance, he couldn't help but ask:
"Why do you lie in the car like a tramp? And just now...I feel like you feel like you have foreseen this disaster."
"No, you are wrong."
Merlin responded slightly indifferently, under the dim light, his bloodless face looked extremely scary.
And just when the old man wanted to ask again, Merlin's hand was raised sharply, and the broken glass that had penetrated the old man's belly was pulled out. Blood ran out of the wound, and the old man's body twitched for a while. This severe pain caused the old man to stop talking.
"Press it, without hurting the internal organs, it will stop bleeding after a while. After escaping, you'd better go to the regular hospital and see again."
Merlin folded a clean cloth and pressed it on the old man's wound. He said to the old gentleman:
"I'll bandage you, and I'm sorry."
"Why apologize?"
The old man's face was painful, but he still smiled hard. He looked up at the messy scene around him. In the flickering lights, his voice said to Merlin dryly:
"It's not your fault again, child, you are also a victim."
"What if I am not?"
Merlin lowered his head and continued to tear open his sleeves to wrap up the wounds for the old man, and said in a hoarse voice:
"If, if all this is caused by me?"
"how could be?"
The old man shook his head, he relaxed, and patiently explained to Merlin:
"I know that in a disaster where there are casualties and survived, intact, that strong contrast will always make people feel guilty. In psychology, this is called survivor psychology. But believe me, child, All this is an arrangement of fate, it has nothing to do with you."
"I know this concept, old gentleman. I have taught myself some psychology."
Merlin lifted the old man from the ground and leaned him against the dumping seat. He folded his torn clothes and lowered his head while saying:
"But I am an unfortunate person, and doom follows me. Do you want to know why I asked you the time just now?"
Merlin stopped, he breathed a sigh of relief, while fixing the hemostatic cloth to the wound, he said to the old man:
"Because as long as I stay somewhere for too long, disaster will come. The tornado in Wisconsin, the explosion in Chicago, and the derailment of this train..."
Merlin looked up. He looked at the old man in amazement. He took off his sunglasses and exposed his strange eyes. He pointed to his own eyes and said to the old man in front of him:
"It, it represents my nature, old gentleman, that dark nature."
"You, are you a mutant?"
The old man looked at Merlin's black eyes with Martian light, he asked:
"I think there are no more mutants on the Chicago side. This is not a traditional activity area for mutants."
"No, I am not."
Merlin shook his head, he said with a trace of melancholy:
"If I'm just a pure mutant, then I don't need to be so painful."
"Emmmm, it sounds like you hate yourself, boy."
The old man leaned against the chair and allowed Merlin to bandage his wound, probably because he was slowly hemostasis. Although the pain was still there, it was much weaker than before.
The old man seemed to be a stubborn man, even after seeing Merlin's eyes, he still didn't have much fear. On the contrary, he even has a little... surprise?
"I have experienced many things, boy. I have fought World War II. Although I have not experienced several wars, I have seen things that are not part of the mortal world."
The old man squeezed his eyes at Merlin. He looked around and said to Merlin:
"Look, they are looking for a way out. It seems that we still have some time to talk. Can you help me take out the cigar in my pocket?"
After Merlin had bandaged his wounds, he sat next to the old man, helping the old man take out his cigar, and lit it. In the spicy smoke, the old man coughed and said to Merlin:
"Do you know Captain America? It was the hero who beat Hitler."
"Ok, I know."
Merlin nodded:
"My younger brother... the younger brother, who loves to read superhero comics. Captain America is his favorite hero."
"Well, I adore him too."
The old man smiled and said proudly:
"I also carried out missions with Captain America. Although my troops just followed him and confiscated the defeated German devils. But how do I actually see him, he is not as good as in the comics If he painted so brilliantly, he would make mistakes, but we will forget his mistakes and only remember how he helped us."
The old man looked at Merlin's expression and he said:
"Just like you just now, that is not your voluntary, right? Your doom will torture you before torturing us, so you are also a victim."
"Look, I told you my story, should you tell me your story?"
Speaking of which, the old man showed a sly smile. He lowered his voice and squeezed his eyes like an old naughty boy:
"Relax, I won't tell others."
"My story has nothing to tell."
Merlin shrugged, and in this dim carriage, he told his old experience of the past 18 years to the old man who didn't even know the name in front of him. These things held in his heart for too long. He urgently needed a Sharer.
Help him share the pressure, help him share the pain.
But after all, Merlin’s life story is just beginning. In just a few minutes, the story he is currently experiencing is coming to an end.
"Well, you mean, the demon destroyed everything for you? You still have its power in your body?"
The old man frowned and said:
"It's not good. I have read the Bible, ancient poetry in India, and some ancient stories in China. No matter what mythology is, the devil is not a decent person. You have to find a way to save yourself."
"But I can't help it."
Merlin said disappointedly:
"I don't even know where to start, I can't even stay in one place for a long time. I'm tired, sir, and most importantly, I'm at a loss, I don't know what to do, every night, those darkness My voice will make me have nightmares, which are increasing day by day. When I wake up in the morning, I feel that I am one step closer to falling into the darkness."
"No no no no!"
The old man listened carefully to Merlin's complaint. He denied Merlin's claim. He looked at Merlin and said:
"You didn't fall into darkness, otherwise you wouldn't risk staying here to help me. Maybe you think you are changing towards a villain, but no! Child, you are still a good person in your heart, and you are willing to help others."
"Listen to me, boy, this is an old man's experience."
The old man smoked a cigar. He patted Merlin's shoulder and said to Merlin:
"Remember Captain America just now? We have heard many legends about Steve on the battlefield, but few people know what Steve did before he became a hero, but I know. He is a A frail young man from Brooklyn who just wants to do something good."
"But what I want to tell you is that in your life, you can score what can support you, make you more and more powerful, and what will be washed away by time, making you waste time."
He held out his finger and pointed to Merlin’s heart. He said with a long heart:
"Those things that can give you perseverance should be adhered to. Because life is too long, you have to fight against yourself. Your love for your family, attachment, expectation of hope, will to solve problems, perseverance in the light, etc. Wait."
"And those things that will be filtered by time, you don’t need to report too many attachments, you should release it, because life is too long...Do you understand? If you always hold those meaningless things, it’s like Carrying a mountain heavier and heavier, you will eventually be crushed. Yes, I am talking about your hatred and aversion to yourself, which is not necessary."
"That's not how you chose to be like this. You were forced to go to this point."
Merlin didn't answer. He didn't know what to answer. After a few minutes, he looked up and looked at the old man clearly:
"I don't understand what you said, but I will try to do it. Can you give me some more suggestions?"
The old man put the cigar in his mouth and took a sip, then said:
"Oh, I'm just a caricature. I have never experienced your story. How can I advise you? Merlin."
"But when I joined the army at that time, there was a psychologist in our team. You know, psychologists were still very rare in those years. In short, he always told us a lot of things in a crooked way, and I forgot. , But I still remember what he said, it makes sense."
"Merlin, we must get used to this world's withdrawal, or replace some things we like and are familiar with...this process is called growth."
"The taste of growth is always complicated. The familiar past may only be used to miss, and the dependent things may have to learn to let go. You are no longer the past yourself. What I want to say is that you have to get used to your present self, You have to accept yourself, including the power in your body."
Speaking of which, the old man's eyes turned, like an old fox about to steal a chicken, he said to Merlin:
"Cough, speaking of this, I remember, you just said that last night, you caused an explosion in Chicago? Can you control that power?"
Merlin looked at the old man suspiciously, and the old man pointed to the goods and twisted cars behind the carriage that blocked the entrance of the tunnel. He lowered his voice and said to Merlin:
"More than 200 people are trapped in this tunnel now. We have no ability to break the blockade. It is almost dawn, but people are restless. In my experience, Merlin, if there is no hope again, something bad will happen. Now."
"I mean, if you can control the power in your body, you can create another explosion and blow up the things that block the tunnel... save us."
The old man reached out and patted Merlin's shoulder, he said:
"Don't you want to know, how can you relieve your guilt and self-hatred?"
"Then go to atonement, use this cursed power to atone, and be a... well, be a hero, like Steve. Merlin, Steve said a word, I heard it in person, Deciding what kind of person you become is definitely not the power you have, but your heart."
Seeing that Merlin was still a little hesitant, the old man held up the seat with difficulty, he pushed on Merlin's shoulder, he said:
"I will take care of myself, go, Merlin, to be a hero and use your power."
Merlin put his head out of the car window and saw the people in the darkness who were panicking. Those people lacked strength and they needed help. This is more than 200 lives. If you can save them, it may be easier for you to blame yourself for the series of disasters caused by bad luck.
Merlin looked back at the old man, who was full of encouragement and support. The red dot in Merlin's eyes jumped a bit. In the dark, the panic of crying for help continued, and Merlin said softly:
"Okay, sir, then I will try it."
The old man shrugged and put a cigar in his mouth to take a breath. In the smoke rising, he looked at Merlin who had turned out of the car, and he said with a smile:
"I have a name, it's really rude to be stinky. You should call me Martin, or like other young people, call me..."
"Stan."
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