"Thanks, Ida, but I don’t want to drink now." Fitz was still pacing back and forth anxiously while his right hand was holding stubble and his eyes flashed.
"Have a drink. It will help you concentrate. You can think about my genius in your present state." Ida is good at persuading people to drink, and she also knows how to persuade Fitz to drink.
Fitz did not escape Ada to persuade him to obey and took the glass in Ada’s hand.
"That’s right, I’m a genius, Leopold," Adarou said. "When fear and anxiety occupy your mind, a little alcohol can help you tide over the difficulties. I’m sure you’ll be fine. You’ll get away with it …"
Ada almost bewitched and whispered softly. Fitz raised his glass and drank it off.
"Ha …"
Strong liquor is spicy. He winks and opens his mouth strangely.
"But I don’t like drinking, Ida," Fitz frowned. "I always feel that drinking will affect my thinking and my decision-making …"
"But drinking can relax you," Ida said, "and that’s what you need to do most now."
"Maybe, maybe …" Fitz put down his glass and just wanted to continue pacing, and suddenly he felt a little tired.
Fatigue is the most difficult thing to feel in a nervous state. Since he feels tired, it seems that he is really not so nervous.
At this moment, Ida came to help him gently and took him to the sofa.
"Why don’t you lie down for a while? Close your eyes and have a good rest. Maybe let your brain put it for a minute or two before you think about the problem … "Ida judo her volume is getting lower and lower.
"Oh, that might be a good idea, Ida," Fitz admitted. She couldn’t help lying in Ada’s arms and leaning against the sofa.
He suddenly realized that he had never found this sofa so soft as cotton before …
The moment he lay down, he went straight to sleep …
……
Fitz doesn’t know how long he slept. He knows he slept soundly.
Ida is right. It is very important for a person with high mental stress to have a good rest.
I don’t know how long it took Fitz to suddenly hear some strange sounds, which seemed far away but seemed to be near his ear.
"He is Fitz?"
"Sleep very steadfast …"
"The mentality is really good …"
"If I were him, I wouldn’t sleep. He’s in such a good mood."
"Let’s wait for him to wake up? Or just wake him up? "
"Come on, let him sleep for a while. This may be his last sleep …"
……
The more Fitz listened, the more afraid he became, and the whole person became highly nervous. He struggled to open his eyes, but found that his eyelids were particularly heavy.
At this moment, Fitz suddenly realized that his sleep state was abnormal. Normally, he wouldn’t sleep so groggy …
"No! There is something wrong with that glass of wine! " After Fitz finally reacted, he thought about another question. "Where’s Ida? Where’s Ida? She should be next to me. Why doesn’t Ada respond when these people talk? "
Nervous and stunned, Fitz finally regained consciousness, and his eyelids became lighter and lighter, and finally he could open them.
And when he opened his eyes, he was the first to see a group of not unfamiliar faces.
Carefully counted five faces.
They are Goofy, Agent Hill, Robbie Reyes, Steve Rogers and Gordon.
These five people are staring at Fitz all around the sofa, so Fitz’s eyes are open and he is right about these five people.
Adarou said at the same time, gently rubbing Fitz’s arm with his idle hand.
