Pixel Maniac in the Comic World

Chapter 16 Terry the street kid

"Hey!"

"Wake up!"

Peter finally felt that something was not quite right.

At first, he just thought that Terry might not have had a good rest last night because he was in bed, so he fell asleep during class during the day.

But now it was even past lunch time. Peter returned to the classroom after finishing his meal in the school cafeteria, but Terry was still lying motionless on the desk.

"Oops, something must have happened to Terry."

The wonderful spider sense made Peter vaguely feel that there might be some deeper reason for Terry's behavior. Just when he picked up Terry's arm and put it on his shoulders, preparing to carry him to the medical room for help, a slight A moan came from Terry's mouth.

"woke up?"

Peter subconsciously relaxed his grip, but he didn't expect that Terry, who finally made a movement, seemed to have no bones and fell backwards with a thud.

"Who is in their twenties? The one with no hair, or you - um, I mean your first-person perspective in the dream."

"Nightmare?"

"Who?"

Peter, who was listening patiently, interrupted and asked.

"I don't know, I feel like I'm having a really bad nightmare."

"That person must be in his twenties."

"Who?"

"No, it's not the kind of illogical nightmare that normal people would have."

Peter hurriedly turned around to apologize, trying to lean over and help Terry up, but unexpectedly the fall caused Terry to completely open his eyes, waved his hand, and then got up from the ground with a confused look on his face.

Terry raised his hand to rub the back of his head where he had hit it when he fell, and then shivered.

"Of course it's me in my dream. Damn it, why is this so awkward?"

Terry, who was half-crouching, stared at Peter, the focus of his pupils expanding and narrowing repeatedly.

"Oh! God, I'm sorry, I didn't expect you...what happened to you?"

"I seemed to have dreamed of a prison and a man without hair. He was using electric shock on me."

Peter's mood lightened a little because of this overly common word used by teenagers.

"The hairless man was at least in his forties. He tied me, who was in my twenties, to a cold bed and said he wanted to treat me, and then put a lot of things on my head."

Isn't this still illogical? !

"Although it was from a first-person perspective and the picture I saw was blurry, I could still distinguish it."

"Hiss~ No."

Terry looked up with somewhat vain eyes, and while he was deep in thought, he did not forget to move his somewhat stiff cervical vertebrae: "The person in the dream was not me."

Peter was about to complain, but after seeing Terry's extremely serious look, he held it back and rolled his eyes: "Perhaps you can describe how much you remember of that nightmare."

When describing this, Terry couldn't help but shudder again, with a little fear in his eyes.

"I don't remember much about the rest. In fact, I feel like I dreamed about a lot of things, weird people and things, but I'm 100% sure that the first perspective in my dream was not me, that guy's memory Nothing but pain is hatred.”

The description with slightly confusing verbal logic did not convince Peter. He just walked up to Terry and patted him on the shoulder after seeing that he finally calmed down.

"Forget the nightmares, man, do you need something to eat? It's past lunch time in the cafeteria."

Terry's body was still within the range of a normal human being. At this moment, he was hooked by Peter's words and suddenly felt an empty echo in his stomach.

After taking a few deep breaths to suppress the inexplicable fear, Terry picked up his phone and checked the time.

"Can I order takeout at school?"

"Of course not."

Peter replied matter-of-factly. There was a little sadness on Terry's face. Although he didn't speak, the emotion in his eyes clearly conveyed when he looked at Peter: Then why are you asking me if I need to eat?
  "Did you not read the class schedule? Don't look at me like that, it's very awkward!"

Peter reached out and stroked the goosebumps on his arms: "There is only one physical education class in the afternoon. You can ask the teacher for leave, just say you don't feel well, and then go out to find a restaurant."

Terry was speechless.

Uncle Martin's educational concepts are still relatively oriental. He has told Terry several times not to treat learning with a too casual attitude, such as not skipping classes because of trivial matters.

...Half an hour later, Terry rubbed his belly and walked out of the school alone, with a leave request note in his pocket.

He planned to go get something to eat and take a look at the psychiatrist that Martin had contacted him before.

In fact, Terry originally didn't have any good impressions of people in the profession of psychologists or psychological counselors.

Because when he was still in Manhattan, he discovered that many people in the psychotherapy industry who were prescribing psychotropic drugs were abusing their power.

Terry has seen many Chinese compatriots who have just settled in New York's Chinatown suffer from mild psychological problems due to the sudden change in living environment.

Since psychological counselors are a relatively rare profession in the East, many Chinese compatriots who are new to the country and have psychological problems go to relevant clinics for consultation out of curiosity.

As a result, because those psychological counselors prescribe auxiliary psychiatric drugs - even DM - at will, many Chinese Americans with weak self-control have since suffered from more serious problems.

Although there is also a shortcoming in their self-supervision ability, Terry feels that the main reason should be the irresponsible attitude of those half-baked psychiatrists who prescribe 'psychotropic drugs' at will out of a perfunctory attitude.

But the person Uncle Martin is looking for should not be so unreliable.

I randomly found a burger restaurant, copied and pasted the ID of the communication software called Green Heart Clinic through the text message records sent by Uncle Martin, and asked the other party through the software whether he had time in the afternoon.

But I don’t know if the psychiatrist was on vacation today. Until Terry finished eating the entire burger, he didn’t receive a reply from the other party.

Now Terry didn't know what to do for a while.

After sitting on the table and meditating for a while, Terry decided to walk around the streets of Queens. Since he was going to live here for a while in the future, it might as well be familiar with the streets in advance.

If that doesn't work, go to the hardware store to see if the more common alloy materials can meet your needs.

Terry left the burger shop and wandered aimlessly on the street with his pockets in his pockets. He would not have dared to do this in Manhattan before. There were too many acquaintances in Chinatown. If he happened to be seen by an acquaintance who knew Martin, he would say Terry would face an angry lecture that night.

But now, the sky is high and the emperor is far away, no matter what.

ten minutes later.

Terry felt a little bored. He took out his phone and looked at it. The Green Heart Clinic still didn't reply to him. Terry, who was bored, simply lowered his head and opened the map software and began to directly search for the location of the nearby hardware store. He planned to go there. After the hardware store, I went straight home.

But just as Terry was walking and looking at his phone, a man who also walked without eyes collided with him.

The other party was obviously practiced, and Terry could even feel that his forehead had just touched the other party's tough and elastic chest muscles.

Not wanting to cause trouble, Terry quickly raised his head and prepared to apologize.

The tall man wearing a coarse linen robe that came into view made Terry startled.

It's not that the other party's clothes are outstanding. In fact, it's not difficult to see such ingenious and devilish outfits on the streets of New York City. It's just that Terry remembered that he had seen many people wearing the same style in Greenwich Village, Manhattan. The clothes he wore might be some kind of deviant religion. At first glance, he was so frightened that he thought he was back in Manhattan.

The other party didn't say anything after being hit. The eyes under the gray hood looked directly at Terry, and the slightly gloomy aura made Terry feel uncomfortable.

"sorry."

After Terry apologized sincerely, he hurriedly walked around the other party and quickened his pace - he felt that the other party was still looking back at him.

The gray hood was not alone, he had a companion, but when he and Terry collided head-on, his companion did not stop.

However, after waiting for a long time, the gray hood did not move, so his companion turned back helplessly.

"what happened?"

"magic."

The gray hood finally spoke, his voice seemed hoarse because he hadn't spoken for too long.

"I felt the magic."

(End of this chapter)