When he saw Peter and Bucky riding horses into the surveillance screen, Mark almost thought that he had finally been forced out of the hallucination by this desperate world.
"How could anyone dare to ride a horse in a place where zombies are infested? Moreover, there are no places to raise horses in a large area around this city!"
These were the first things that Mark's somewhat slow mind thought of. He even rarely looked away from the screen, trying to get rid of this unreasonable illusion.
Then, on the monitoring screen, the sound received along with the picture came. Amidst the pounding rain, the crisp sound of horse hooves was like an invisible hand, directly grabbing his ears and forcing his eyes back to their original position.
At this time, Bucky's strong and strong face, as well as the gestures he made to represent communication, just stayed on the screen.
The next moment, the classic Spider-Man battle suit and Peter's excited face after pulling off his hood were also squeezed into Mark's screen. At the same time, Peter's voice also came from the speakers at the edge of the screen.
"Hey... guys, don't be afraid..."
"Bang!"
"Boom--!!!"
Mark was so startled by this real picture and sound that belonged to a living person that he stood up directly. His huge movement brought the swaying chair with missing legs to the ground, making a muffled sound.
In an instant, Mark felt that his heart was contracting violently, and the heartbeat was so loud that it could shake his eardrums, causing a cramp in his chest. Huge joy and disbelief surged out from the bottom of his heart. The short-term lack of oxygen in his brain made his eyesight go black, and he quickly held on to the edge of the table.
Even so, Mark was still staring at the monitor screen, his dull eyes finally regained some clarity, and fine bloodshot eyes instantly filled his eyes.
He rubbed his eyes vigorously with his dark palms, and the bloodshot eyes became more obvious. He even felt a sting in his eyes due to the excessive force.
Mark doesn't care about this, he just wants to know whether what he is seeing now is an illusion.
At this time, Peter's sincere voice came from the loudspeaker. "Guys, you have to believe us. We really don't mean any harm. We have found a way to save the world, but we need more people to work together. Join us. I guarantee that zombies will never threaten us again. The great fairy will give us strength!"
When Peter mentioned the name Li Ge, three parts of awe, three parts of expectation, three parts of helplessness, and one part of doubt suddenly appeared on his face, but in the end they all turned into determination.
"Fairy?"
Mark repeated the name Li Ge with difficulty in a hoarse voice, full of confusion.
He doesn't know which god or demon Peter is talking about, and he doesn't care if Peter is lying. He only cares about one thing now - the two people on the screen are real!
Mark no longer looked at the screen or listened to Peter's narrative. The desire in his heart to be able to return to the crowd urged him to raise his feet and walk towards the exit that had not been opened for several years.
However, as soon as he took steps forward, his eyes fell on his palm that was released from the table.
The yellow and black nails are uneven and even cracked in large places. The dirt on the back of the hand is so thick that black mud balls can be formed directly. There is a strange sticky feeling fermenting between the fingers.
Look at the sleeves again. They are stiff and shiny. All kinds of stains have been thoroughly integrated into every fiber. There is an indescribable strange smell permeating the air.
Mark subconsciously touched his head and face with his hands. His long hair was stuck into strips and lumps with mud and grease, his thick, messy and dirty beard that could hide a nest of mice, and the dirt on his face that fell off with just a pinch of his fingers. He didn't look like a normal human being at all.
"No...!"
"No no no...!"
"I can't just go out like this, I have to clean myself up, yes, wear the cleanest clothes, and cut off my hair and beard."
"Yes, I should do that!"
Mark once again looked at the two people on the screen who were still waiting for him to go out. They were clean and tidy, even a little exquisite, which deeply stung Mark's long-lost shame.
He hurriedly took off all the clothes on his body, pulled the sheets and rubbed them vigorously on his body and head. The black dirt fell off, and even when most of it was stuck to the sheets, it was still scattered all over the ground.
"No, this is too dirty, too dirty, water, I need water, I need clean water, yes, and towels, clean towels!"
After kneading for a while, Mark suddenly threw the sheets on the ground angrily, almost staggering to the place where supplies were piled, violently tore open a box, picked up the purified water for drinking, unscrewed the lid, and poured it over his head.
While rubbing his body, he tore open another box, hurriedly took out a vacuum-packed towel, bit open the package with his teeth, and wiped the towel vigorously all over his body.
After wiping and wiping, he moved to the shelf and quickly found the scraper. There was no mirror, and he didn't care whether there would be any scratches. He just fumbled and shaved his hair and beard, directly shaving his smooth and pale head and chin. However, because he was too eager, he inevitably scraped out a lot of small bloody holes, and many uneven hair and beard stubbles remained.
Then, he took out the nail clippers and cut off the excess nails from his fingertips in three strokes, but he didn't have time to polish them slowly.
Finally, Mark quickly rinsed his body from head to toe with purified water again, then dried it with a towel, and then rummaged through the pile of supplies to find clean clothes and put them on himself.
It only took Mark less than five minutes to do all this, and the speed was almost beyond the limit that humans can achieve.
It can only be said that human beings can always burst out with unimaginable potential when they are eager to cover up their disturbing shame in front of important people.
While Mark I was arranging his new clothes, he glanced at the monitoring screen eagerly, fearing that Peter and the other two had already left.
Fortunately, Peter had already guessed something and were still waiting quietly.
"Huh... not bad!"
"Oh... damn, what a devilish, disgusting taste is it in my mouth, hell, I haven't brushed my teeth yet!"
Mark exhaled and walked towards the exit again, but at the same time, the breath he just exhaled was also inhaled by him.
No longer covered by the stench on his body, the strong bad breath finally awakened his sense of smell, causing his face to become distorted.
Of course, the most likely reason is that the adrenaline he is secreting at a rapid rate has made his senses much sharper than usual.
Not daring to delay, Mark turned around and plunged into the pile of supplies again, looking for toothbrushes and toothpaste.
After finding it, he squeezed out a large stick of toothpaste. Without rinsing his mouth, he just put the toothbrush into his mouth and rubbed it horizontally and vertically.
His posture was like brushing pig skin, with veins bulging on the back of his hands.
"Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr^^"
After brushing for a while, Mark picked up a bottle of water and gargled his mouth, then spat the mouthwash directly on the ground. The excess water washed away the foam at the corners of his mouth and also wet his chest, but he didn't care about such details at all.
After wiping away the water stains and foam around his mouth, Mark took out another breath and took a sniff. Although the disgusting bad breath smell did not disappear completely, it successfully faded away by more than half.
"Spider-Man, here I come!"
This time, Mark finally came to the exit and put his hand on the heavy and tight alloy mechanical door lock.