The Comprehensive Evolution of American Comics.

Chapter 283 Extra
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In the early morning, Yang Le was awakened by a nightmare again. He couldn't remember how many times this had happened. In short, in the past few months, Yang Le had hardly had a good night's sleep.

"Damn it." Yang Le glanced at the time and cursed as he lifted the quilt from his body and picked up the clothes he had thrown on the ground yesterday. Even though he was tortured so much by the nightmare, he still had to go to work.

He took out two slices of cold bread from the refrigerator, put on his coat, opened the door and walked out of his rented house.

As soon as Yang Le went out, he met an acquaintance, who also greeted him warmly.

"You should pay the rent, kid." Unfortunately, it was not a good thing. The already shitty morning was now even worse.

Yang Le swallowed the bread in his mouth and said, "I know, I know. I have already prepared the rent and am waiting for you to come and get it."

"Then why don't you just give it to me today and save me from having to come back again."

"You're dreaming. My rent is due in three days. Who knows if I'll need this money in the next few days?"

Yang Le refused the landlord's request and tried to squeeze past him by leaning sideways, but the landlord, who also had an Asian face, frowned.

"Ah Le, listen to my advice. Don't say such unlucky words. You're always preparing for bad luck, and it will definitely find you."

"Yes, yes, yes." Yang Le responded perfunctorily, but in his heart he only wanted to get to work quickly.

Looking at Yang Le's back as he squeezed past him, the landlord just sighed and said nothing more.

"Old Huang." The door to the next room opened, and a tenant leaned halfway out. "I'd say this kid is a ruthless idiot. You were the one who picked him up and gave him the identity of your nephew. Who would have thought he would treat you like this now?"

"You're the only one who talks too much." Old Huang frowned and glared at the tenant, then sighed and said, "The people who live here are all pitiful. I'd love to help them. Besides, I don't know where my nephew is anymore, and I don't know if he's dead or alive. If I give him my identity, I can still make some money. Why not?"

"You could buy a house in Central City," the tenant complimented. "Your nephew went to Gotham, didn't he? That place is such a ruthless place. I don't understand why he had to start a new business when he could just rely on his own family."

"You can't figure it out, right? That's why you can only stay in my shabby building." Old Huang laughed, and the tenant touched his head and laughed too.

But these had nothing to do with Yang Le. He could only tighten his coat in the cold weather. The damn weather was getting cold too quickly. He had just started his life and the money he earned was only enough for daily expenses and rent. Needless to say, he had more important things to do and urgently needed money. He had no spare money to buy a better coat.

Yang Le sighed and decided to go back to his workplace, where there was heating and employee uniforms. He could even use his position to get himself a hot drink.

Looking at the shop not far away, Yang Le quickened his pace. This was where he worked, a common shop opened by a rich man with dreams.

To say how rich he is, it's just that, but he is definitely richer than Yang Le is now. However, Yang Le scoffed at the other party's dream of opening his own chain supermarket and establishing his own brand in a free country across the ocean.

People with special skin colors are not welcome here, not to mention that the boss is also special and only employs people of races other than whites. Although this business model can please a group of people, the white people who are targeted will be very unhappy.

At least many of his colleagues on the same shift have been stopped on their way home. The other party was smart enough not to start a fight in a crowded area. At first, they thought it was just bad luck, but as time went on and more people got hurt, even a fool knew they were being targeted. But the boss couldn't do anything about it. This kind of behavior is almost impossible to stop because the police officers who often patrol this area are also white. Needless to say, the one below is wrong.

But even so, no one resigned because they were forced to do so by life. It is not easy to find such a good job in this country.

Yang Le is quite lucky. He has only been followed once since he started working, but he escaped with his good legs. After that, Yang Le has always been very careful and would take the main road even if it means taking a detour.

Working time is boring. Yang Le, who only works half a day today, took off his employee uniform and reluctantly left the well-heated shop. He was not planning to go home early today as he had an appointment with a psychologist.

This was the area he had mentioned earlier where he urgently needed money. He had also asked about the specific costs in advance, and was shocked to hear them. He had been planning to give up, but he was almost driven crazy by that dream.

Life, life, these two words are the opposite of death, so Yang Le can only obediently hand over his hard-earned money to those upper-class professionals who drink coffee in the office.

"Mr. Yang Le." The handsome psychologist with blond hair and blue eyes called back the dazed Yang Le.

"Yes, I'm here." Yang Le was a little flustered, but he quickly calmed down.

"It seems my money wasn't wasted. At least this white man pronounced my name correctly." Yang Le consoled himself.

"I've read your description," the psychiatrist said, placing the notebook where he could always see it. "You said you've been having the same dream recently? What kind of dream is it?"

"I seem to be chasing something," Yang Le said after a moment of contemplation. "That thing is very fast. No matter how hard I run, I can't catch up. I can only see a blurry shadow."

"Is that shadow red and yellow?" The doctor closed the notebook, as if he had lost the desire to continue reading.

Yang Le thought for a moment and said, "It seems so. How did you know?"

"This is Central City." The doctor spread his hands and pointed to the red and yellow doll on the table. "We have the fastest hero in the world here, it's not hard to imagine."

"Excuse me, Mr. Yang Le," the doctor said, straightening his back. "Ever since the Flash appeared, there have indeed been quite a few people like you. They're all like this because they idolize him too much, so I suggest you look at other heroes."

As the doctor spoke, he took out a blue and red doll from his cabinet and handed it to Yang Le. Yang Le took the doll and saw the iconic smile at first sight.

"Superman, while not as great as the pride of Central City, is still a great guy," the doctor introduced. "My nephew who goes to Metropolis really likes him. I'd say he's just bewitched by Metropolis. How could there be a hero better than the Flash?"

"Of course I have other heroes here," the doctor said, pulling out a bunch of dolls. "Wonder Woman, Batman, Green Lantern, Martian Manhunter, Cyborg."

The number of dolls increased. Yang Le did not speak, but just watched the doctor introduce them to him silently. He always felt that if he wanted to remember what he had forgotten, these heroes would be the key.

　I always see people wanting to read DC, and I also want to write something, so I'll make a DC extra that has nothing to do with Marvel. If everyone wants to read it, I'll continue writing it.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)