Those years when I was the mayor [comprehensive British and American]

When he woke up, the throbbing pain in his head and the weakness of his body made him unable to continue lying on the bed and panting heavily.

The smell of disinfectant in the room and the remaining sweet smell in the air passed into his nasal cavity.There is an instrument next to it, and the sound of beeping is just in time with the rhythm of his heartbeat.

He moved his fingers.

He looked at the hand with blue veins exposed, and a strange and strange feeling spread from the bottom of his heart to the nerve center.

Something seems wrong.

But he couldn't tell.

He doesn't remember.

Can't remember anything.

Simply, this maddening state of anxiety did not last long.

A man who pushed the door interrupted his repeated attempts to get up but failed.

"You can't use your strength yet." The other party's face was thin, and his figure also looked lean.But it was very powerful, and helped him up when he almost fell.

"I'm Barry Allen. Are you okay?" Barry let him lean on the bed, then sat himself aside, wanting to ask him some questions.

"I..." The other party frowned, and just as he spoke, there was a needle-like pain in his throat.

Barry didn't notice the other person's expression. As he hesitated to speak, Barry continued to ask, "Do you remember what happened before?"

"I, I don't remember." He shook his head, and then asked Barry: "What is this place? Who am I?"

Barry's heart sank. Although he was mentally prepared, when he actually heard it, his mood couldn't help but sink.Tony's artificial AI conducted a comprehensive scan of Albert on Friday and found that he was extremely weak and had serious trauma to the back of his head.

Retrograde amnesia is common in people with brain injuries.Tony's personal physician, the famous Dr. Lecter in Manhattan, New York, had determined that Albert's brain function was not affected.

"You are Albert, this is Manhattan, New York, inside the Avengers Building..." Barry explained for a while, and Dr. Lecter pushed the door open and walked in.

"I need a routine check on him." His voice was low, with an elegantly British tone.Barry nodded, got up and left.

"I'm Dr. Lecter Rhodes." He smiled at Albert and walked over.

Dr. Lecter was a tall man with backcomb hair and an indescribable grace in his movements.Although he smiled, his face was cold, and his ice green eyes were deep, as if he had the magic power to see through others.Albert, who was watching him, felt uncomfortable.

Even if he doesn't have any memories, he still has an instinct of vigilance.For some reason, as the doctor approached, a sense of discomfort rose from the bottom of my heart.

He doesn't like this man.

Dr. Lecter seemed to catch the other's dislike, but he didn't care.

He took out a penlight from his pocket, and then, the corner of his mouth showed the same smile as before: "Then let's start."

He shone Albert's eyes with a penlight, and those sky-blue eyes seemed to have a momentary discomfort because of the sudden strong light. They shrank violently, but soon returned to calm.

"What's your name?" Lecter asked.

"Albert."

The moment the voice fell to the ground, the other party turned off the flashlight, and he sat sideways on the edge of the hospital bed, half of his face was hidden in the shadow by the light.

"Really?" His voice had a strange tone, which made Albert even more uncomfortable.

"Yes."

Albert's answer made the other party chuckle.

Such a rude performance is not at all the quality that a professional doctor should have. Even though Albert can't remember everything, his common sense is still there.Ever since Barry Allen left, this Dr. Lecter has shown contempt.

This attitude made Albert very unhappy, and he felt a trace of anger.

Lecter was keenly aware of the change in the other person's aura, but he didn't care. In fact, he felt the joy emanating from the bottom of his heart when he could see this person's embarrassing side.

"Your brain damage caused you to temporarily lose your memory. How do you know your name is Albert?"

Lecter's joking question made Albert calm down for a moment. Indeed, when he himself said the name, he had an instinctive rejection and resistance.Even if there was only a trace, he caught it.

Maybe he really doesn't have that name.

"Barry Allen said it." Albert asked, "Could he be lying to me? Then who am I?"

Lecter raised his eyebrows. Now that he has been reminded, he will not dwell on this issue any more.

"Do you remember which country you are from?"

Albert shook his head.

"Do you remember what you were going to do?"

His question made Albert's expression more and more indifferent, and his blue eyes stared at the man opposite him.He has common sense and the ability to judge, and the details revealed in a short relationship.This Dr. Lecter knew him, and when he first came in, he acted very differently from Barry Allen.

He didn't miss the killing intent that flashed in the man's eyes when he entered the door.

He knows himself, knows his real self.

Who is he?

Many questions lingered in his mind, and his head hurt even more.

"You should take a good rest." The other party closed the notebook, then patted his clothes and stood up.Before turning to leave, he turned around and said something.

"Oh, that's right." He showed an obviously malicious smile towards the man on the hospital bed, and pointed his slender fingers in a certain direction: "If I were you, I would hide that thing well."

Albert's hand touched his pocket, and he felt a hard object.

At the same time, a tidal wave of weakness and pain overwhelmed him.

The man standing at the door looked back at the person on the hospital bed, and seeing the person lying on the bed weakly and unable to move at all, he almost couldn't help laughing out loud.

Who would have thought that the man with a more powerful ability than Thor would be like now, but the originally high-ranking person chose to live like an ant.

It's an astonishingly stupid plan.

He sneered, then revoked the magic arranged in the ward, turned around, and met a man waiting at the door.

"Doctor Lecter." Barry's expression was obviously a little anxious: "How is he? Did you ask anything?"

Dr. Lecter shook his head and said with compassion: "I tried to help you, but obviously, his body couldn't hold it up at all, and now he's passed out again."

"What's going on?" Barry hurriedly opened the door and wanted to go in for another look, but was stopped by Dr. Lecter.

"I asked some questions just now. His mood fluctuated too much. I gave him a sedative, and now he has rested." Lecter's doctor lowered his voice. Rest for a few days, and his body is too weak. He may have been imprisoned in a place without light for a long time before, which caused some lesions on his skin. Now he is not suitable for being exposed to places with too strong light. Remember to ask other People, don't open the curtains in the room, and, as a foreigner whose ability is not yet clear, I think you need to strengthen your care."

Barry nodded: "I see."

"After he wakes up, you will inform me. I still have some things to do, so I will leave first."

After Dr. Lecter left, Barry didn't stay long. Since Albert couldn't get any clues for the time being, he had to look outside.

Of course, before Barry left, he informed the others of Dr. Lecter's order. After all, he really wanted Albert to recover as soon as possible, so that he could tell them what happened that day.

When Albert woke up again, it was another night without sunshine.

Liz came back from the outside, thinking about Barry's entrustment, she went to the ward.

The moment the door was pushed open, a white figure appeared in Albert's eyes.

When she turned around, that beautiful and peaceful face fell into his sight.

The sky blue pupils shrank violently like needles, and his body trembled slightly as if he was enduring something.

Liz was puzzled by his actions, she walked over and stretched out her hand worriedly.

The soft palm was pressed against his forehead, and the warmth seemed to illuminate his heart little by little like a beam of light.

The splitting headache and weakness seemed to be stripped from his body in an instant, and at this moment, his soul was soothed.

"I..." He moved his chapped lips, and said a few words under Liz's surprised expression.

"remember you……"