The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 3448: Son of Midnight (Forty-Seven)

Danny lay flat on the ground, breathing heavily. No matter how many times he called out in his mind, the spirit of vengeance was as quiet as death, and had no intention of responding to him at all. Even Ms. Francis was gone.

"Where did you take them?" Danny was still muttering.

"I know you've been very close to that psychiatrist recently. You should take this opportunity to ask him to see you." Johnny leaned against the wall and said, "If you keep going crazy like this, you'll really die."

"I'm not crazy, what I said is true!" Danny tried to turn over and get up from the ground, but failed. The wound on his hand was too painful, and the moment he touched the ground, his muscles contracted instinctively, causing him to fall to the ground again.

"I didn't say you were lying," Johnny said. "The spirit of vengeance can discern lies and judge the sins deep in a person's heart. So why doesn't the spirit of vengeance in you support you?"

Danny was speechless and lay on the ground in despair.

"You have found useful information, probably faster than anyone else. Iron Man may still be debugging his equipment, Spider-Man hasn't finished his work for the day, Moon Knight is looking at the moon and thinking about life, and I haven't gathered all the people yet. You are ahead of the curve."

"But it's no use. Danny, this is not a game of who gets to the finish line first. Just like you can't knock over all the obstacles in a hurdle race and get to the finish line first, that's not victory, that's madness."

"But if I can investigate the clues faster, I can catch the mastermind!"

"Why do you want to catch the mastermind?"

"Because he's doing something bad! Or he might be about to do something bad, and we have to stop him."

"Why did you stop him?"

"Because... because he might kill a lot of people."

"That is to say, you want to stop him in order to protect those who might be killed. But your foolish and reckless actions may kill more people. So what is the meaning of your efforts?"

Johnny squatted down, licked his back teeth with his tongue, sighed and said: "Those superheroes you know are not less vigilant than you, not as smart as you, and do not know how to find the truth as you do. If they are really not as good as you, then you should be the one with the final say now, but you are not."

"In your opinion, they are hesitant and overly cautious. They have great power but don't know how to make a final decision. They can solve the problem once and for all, but they always procrastinate. What do you think is the reason? Are they evil? Stupid? Are they shirking responsibility?"

Danny shook his head in confusion. From his eyes, it could be seen that he had never seriously thought about this question.

Johnny stood up, flicked the ash aside, said nothing, shook his head and turned away.

Danny lay there for a long time, hearing no sound from anyone. Not the Spirit of Vengeance, not Ms. Frances, not even his own voice.

After an unknown amount of time, Danny slowly turned over, feeling the raindrops falling from the sky. He took out his cell phone from his pocket and dialed a number.

"The signal frequency seems to be fine. We may need to get a sample and disassemble it to find the key." Jarvis looked at the readings displayed on the computer screen and said, "Wanda, you should come back first. Don't contact Miles. I suspect his mind may have been affected."

Wanda looked at the message sent by Jarvis and felt a little unwilling, but she had no choice but to put away her phone and follow the crowd leaving the community college.

As soon as she walked out, Wanda felt some wet water drops falling on her face. She looked up and found that the night sky was already covered with dark clouds and it was raining.

Jarvis, who stood up from the computer, also noticed the change in weather. The autumn rain in New York was very cold, and Wanda's body had not recovered yet, so she absolutely could not be exposed to the rain.

Jarvis anxiously took the umbrella and ran out, then turned to Schiller and said, "Doctor, the USB drive is in the second drawer on your left. Just plug it into the computer to copy the data. I'm going to pick up Wanda."

Schiller also stood up, waved his hand, and signaled him to go quickly, and then went to the drawer next to him to get the USB flash drive. Although Jarvis did not analyze any problems from the signals of this batch of teaching equipment, and the probability of others analyzing problems was not high, he still had to keep the evidence well, as it might be used during the trial.

While copying the data, Schiller's cell phone suddenly rang. He picked up the phone and frowned.

"What? Where are you? Okay, I'll be right there."

After hanging up the phone, the data was copied, Schiller unplugged the USB drive, grabbed an umbrella, and drove towards the Bronx.

Schiller was unfamiliar with the terrain here. After turning around for a long time, he finally found Danny, who was soaked like a drowned rat, at the entrance of an alley.

Schiller looked at the muddy wound on his hand and took a deep breath. He stuffed Danny into the car and drove to the nearest hospital.

Danny seemed to feel no pain, holding the door handle tightly with his injured hand. Seeing that he was not in good condition, Schiller could only speed up. After all, no matter how powerful the Spirit of Vengeance was, it should not be able to cure tetanus.

I went to the hospital and went to the emergency room. The doctors and nurses gasped when they saw the wound. The nail was inserted diagonally, and the wound was very large. The blood had completely dried up, and it was even difficult to open the wound.

Danny was pushed in for a tetanus shot. Schiller looked up Johnny's number in the phone book, but hesitated before calling it. Danny probably didn't want to see his brother right now.

It was midnight before Danny was pushed into the observation ward. Schiller walked over and sat next to him, wanting to call Ms. Francis out to ask what was going on, but there was no response after calling for a long time.

Now he was more certain that Ms. Francis had not been resurrected. The ghost they had seen might have been Danny's own imaginary companion, affected by the power of the Spirit of Vengeance in his body, making it visible to everyone.

When Danny was in good shape, so was Ms. Frances, but now that his own mental state was so bad, the imaginary partner naturally could not come out.

Although it is rare for a person to imagine his partner to be his elder, Schiller has seen it happen a few times and does not find it strange. He is just a little surprised that Danny grew up in a happier environment than Johnny, but he is more willing to dwell on trivial matters than Johnny. It can only be said that the theory of environmental influence is not so accurate.

When the nurse called Schiller in, she said Danny's temperature was a little high, probably because he got caught in the rain. After the vaccination, he fell asleep in a daze. Schiller sat in front of the bed and waited for a while before he woke up.

"You're finally awake." Schiller poured him a glass of water and raised his bed to prevent him from falling asleep again. In this case, sleepiness is not a good thing.

"Excuse me, doctor." Danny seemed to have regained consciousness and seemed to have a lot to say.

"Nothing. Did you run into any gangsters? Did they beat you up?"

Danny shook his head slowly. He reached out and touched the wound on his cheekbone. He took a breath but still shook his head firmly.

"Doctor." Danny suddenly turned his head and looked at Schiller and said, "You know a lot of superheroes, right?"

Schiller nodded and looked at him calmly. He didn't know what Danny was going to say, but he could guess a little.

"Why do I feel like superheroes aren't that heroic?" Danny asked.

"What do you mean by 'heroic'?"

"It's about...fighting evil, combating crime, uncovering and stopping the bad guys' plots, etc."

Schiller dropped his eyes and asked, "You don't think they did that?"

“No. I’ve watched the news and I know they’ve stopped a lot of crime. But…but when I got involved, I realized that they didn’t seem to fight crime in that way.”

"How do you think they fight crime?"

"They should identify the criminal, search for the criminal, find the criminal, knock him out, and then put him in jail. Isn't that right?"

"Don't you think they're doing that now?"

"Yes. I feel like they want to do it, but they seem... a little helpless."

"Can't do anything?"

"Yes. That's why I said they didn't seem as powerful as I thought. They knew there was a problem in the Bronx, but they seemed to be investigating it privately."

"So what do you think they should do?"

"Of course, it is a more efficient way."

"for example?"

"For example, Iron Man has many mechas, so he can send robots to investigate. Captain America is very influential, so he can hold a press conference and call on others to help him investigate. Moon Knight knows magic, so he can also use magic to investigate..."

"You're wondering why they don't, aren't you?"

Danny nodded and said, "This way we can find the mastermind faster, stop his conspiracy, and prevent other people from being harmed."

Schiller paused, crossed his fingers on his lap, and said, “What you’re confused about is that from your perspective, you think this is the right thing to do. But you’re not a superhero. Superheroes don’t do this, but they’re still superheroes. Why is that?

"You attribute this to the fact that you are not as strong as they are, so another doubt arises. They are so powerful, if they do what you say, the result will be better, so why don't they do what you say?"

"Danny, your thoughts and doubts are nothing strange. Many people have the same doubts as you. But you are the luckiest one among them, because you met me, a psychiatrist who happens to have many superhero friends."

"If you hadn't met me, these questions might never have been answered. But since the two of us are sitting here chatting now, even though I may not be able to give you a satisfactory answer, we can use superheroes as a common topic to talk about your doubts."

"So you're not always hitting a wall, and the whole world isn't rejecting you. You're not always unlucky, and at least running into me is a good thing. Relax a little, okay?"