Chapter 33: Grim Reaper! Grim Reaper?
Far from just stabbing himself twice.
Even stabbing two knives into the heart definitely wouldn’t be a problem!
What is this!
It’s full of Berserker profession experience! Ian felt a bit regretful, regretting that he hadn’t built a good relationship with Grim Reaper Tessa, otherwise he would definitely shamelessly ask the Grim Reaper for a long-term curse.
“Our relationship isn’t that good, but I can still be shameless.”
The glass automatic door of Metropolis General Hospital reflected Ian’s copper-wall iron-wall-like face. He stared at his blurry reflection, his fingers unconsciously rubbing the pendant on his chest.
“Right, I still have the boss of the Grim Reapers watching… There will be an opportunity, there will be an opportunity. The DC universe needs its own Deadpool! If the neighboring Marvel Universe has it, our DC universe should have it too!”
Ian found moral high ground for himself, and he was also somewhat amazed by the Grim Reaper’s authority. It seems in the Supernatural story, the Grim Reaper can even resurrect others from death?
To be honest.
This American drama is really too old. Even with his excellent memory, he actually doesn’t remember all the details clearly. Just as Ian thought he should find a way to build a mind palace for himself when he got back.
“Make way!”
An urgent shout came from behind. Ian stepped aside to dodge, and an emergency cart brushed past his shoulder, its wheels making a harsh friction sound on the tiles.
The man on the cart had a ashen face, with half a steel bar impaled in his chest, blood dripping along the path of movement to form intermittent red lines—not matter in which world, there are hardworking yet dangerous working class people.
“All capitalists should be hanged from street lamps, except me. I will definitely be a conscientious capitalist in the future.” Ian knew that even with a few crocodile tears, he couldn’t help the dying man.
The only thing he could do was not cause trouble for the medical staff.
Following the directional signs, Ian found the inpatient building—he first went to the restroom, and more than ten minutes later, he came out refreshed and excited, washing his bright red knives.
Fortunately, no one saw.
After Ian arrived inside the inpatient building, the young nurse at the ward nurse station who was responsible for registration was organizing medical records, her chestnut ponytail gently swaying with her movements.
Ian adjusted his breathing and showed a perfectly timed smile, “Hello, I’m a student at Bruce Charter Public High School, writing a report for the school about the Starflight Airlines Flight 143 crash incident.”
“Not only is society paying attention to this, even us students care about the victims. Could you tell me which ward the survivors have been assigned to?”
Ian not only maintained his politeness but also deliberately pinched his voice to tell a little white lie. Of course he wasn’t a high school student, but that didn’t affect him impersonating one.
“Interviewing patients?”
Nurse Kate originally frowned and lifted her head, but upon seeing the exceptionally handsome boy standing opposite, her fairly pretty face instantly performed a Sichuan Opera face-changing act.
“The patients from Starflight Airlines? Students nowadays are really so caring.” Perhaps at first the nurse wanted to refuse, but now her attitude was genuinely good.
The value of good looks was still rising.
“Yes, yes, I’m a campus reporter.” Ian pulled out the spirit calling card from the wallet compartment and dangled it in front of the nurse, but the nurse kept staring at his face.
Her ear tips slightly flushed red.
“…”
Ian was a bit unwilling. With a magical item, he had to use it, so he held the card right in front of the nurse’s eyes, and finally the nurse was influenced by the card’s power.
Actually, with or without the card’s power, Ian probably wouldn’t have faced any obstacles.
“Wow, you’re actually the campus chief reporter, so excellent.” Facts prove that women also know how to provide emotional value; she even thoughtfully stood up and walked out from behind the nurse station to point the direction for Ian.
“It’s in Ward B, rooms 32 to 40 are all that group of patients.” Nurse Kate was very close, and Ian felt her sniffing the shower gel scent on him intensely.
“I can take you there.”
The nurse’s enthusiasm continued.
“…”
Ian quickly and politely refused. Today he really encountered a female predator. Sure enough, no matter which country, nurses are the boldest group of women.
“Thank you so much! You’re such a kind angel!”
Ian maintained his politeness even as he escaped.
The nurse might be happy about it for a whole day.
The disinfectant smell in Ward B was stronger, mixed with the scent of certain medicines floating around. Ian searched around and walked into one of the rooms housing a plane crash survivor.
“Hello, I’m…”
Ian said as he pulled out the spirit calling card again.
However.
“Reporter? No, a kid?”
The man lying closest to the door had his leg in plaster suspended in mid-air. He looked Ian up and down and asked in a hoarse voice.
“Are you a family member of one of the patients?”
He had clearly misunderstood.
“No no no, I’m a campus reporter. The teachers and classmates at school are all very concerned about this plane crash incident. I’m here on their behalf to learn about everyone’s situation.”
Ian began his role-playing. As the child of two reporters, he had a natural advantage in playing a reporter; he really looked a bit like a campus reporter.
No one suspected.
However, just like some people like to show off their iPhones, some like to flaunt luxury cars and watches, Ian still showed off his “found” magical card to every survivor he interviewed.
Of course he gathered quite a bit of information, but most of it was useless.
For example, the flight attendant in bed 20 said Superman’s arm felt as reliable as steel when he caught her, and Ian agreed very much—after all, since he was a child, he had felt Superman’s solid embrace.
The merchant in bed 19 insisted that he saw the plane shot down by a green laser, still complaining that the official investigators didn’t believe him. His words did give Ian some information.
And the old woman in bed 17 mysteriously said that Superman had a rotten smell on him. Given her Gypsy identity, Ian couldn’t help wasting a few extra minutes on her.
However.
Apart from responses like “You have something ominous on you,” “Very very big ominous,” “I can give you a discount,” fearing that in the next moment she’d say red fur was growing on him, Ian quickly chose to end the conversation. He didn’t get any other useful information from the Gypsy old woman.
Until that initial man with the suspended leg. After watching Ian interview many people and take notes, he finally spoke to Ian in his hoarse voice.
“Superman smelled of chemical waste from a sewage plant. I worked at a sewage plant for twenty years; I absolutely won’t mistake that foul smell.”
This was definitely the most useful information Ian got from all his interviews. The vending machine at the corridor corner hummed, and Ian bought a city map to check how many sewage plants were near Metropolis.
At that moment.
“The patient in bed 43 is dying!”
Medical staff rushed past pushing a defibrillator.
Ian looked up.
He saw.
In the ward, doctors were resuscitating the patient, and beside the bed where the patient lay, a woman whom everyone else seemed unable to see stood there gently watching the patient.
“Tessa!”
Although the woman had changed her skin—er, changed her clothes—Ian’s eyesight was particularly sharp. From far away, he recognized at a glance that this woman was Grim Reaper Tessa who had brought him here.
He waved to her.
The fake-smile boy wanted to mend their relationship.
However.
“Hm? Human? You can see me?”
The Female Grim Reaper who sensed the gaze looked up, slightly opening her mouth in astonishment. Her expression was confused; her gaze toward Ian was full of shock and complete bewilderment.
As if she didn’t recognize Ian at all.
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