Mei Man: I drew Superman during the Great Depression

Chapter 83
The block where Colin lives is surrounded by some hotels and restaurants.

Early every day, some chefs would put the leftovers from the previous day and the leftovers that were processed in the morning into a tube and dump them into the alley outside the kitchen.

And at this time, more than a dozen people would rush out from the darkness to snatch the food.

And Colin witnessed this scene more than once.

Even, on his way home one time, he saw three emaciated, old-fashioned women lying on several trash cans and digging things out of them.Because there were too many maggots in the garbage dump, one of the women would take off her glasses when she was picking up food to eat, so that she could see nothing.

Indescribable, that moment.

When Colin witnessed all this, the shock he suffered in his heart.

The other party would rather take off the glasses than give up the food in the trash can.

After the Great Depression, such homeless people wandering around restaurants and lifting the lids of slop buckets to find rotten food have long been seen on the streets.

The tragic and desperate year of 1932 came, and their numbers only increased by the day.

There are even reports that, in order not to starve to death, some families went into the garbage dump to pick up bones and watermelon rinds to eat.

With a slightly heavy heart, Colin passed by the street where the noise was heard.

Sure enough, in that alley, they saw a few figures gathered there. They noticed the sound of Colin's footsteps passing by, and cast vigilant eyes on him, and subconsciously moved their steps to block the entrance of the alley.

I am afraid that he will join them and snatch the leftovers with them.

Walking through the alley, Colin didn't stop his steps.

Seeing his back gradually walking away, the vigilance in the eyes of these people dissipated a little.

"Out!"

However, in the next second, as the back door of the kitchen was opened, the chef threw the foul-smelling trash can into the alley.

Those who had been staring at Colin's back, immediately screamed and rushed towards the trash can.

"Great, there's still half a loaf of bread today, I haven't finished it..."

"This is what I saw first!"

"Why, whoever grabs it first will get it."

"Meat, I saw a piece of pork..."

On the street, Colin's footsteps gradually drifted away, but the [Super Hearing] suppressed by the positive world allowed him to still hear the sounds of a few people arguing and even pushing.

It's just that, if possible, he would rather not hear these voices at this moment.

"Millions of people are saved from death only by living like animals."

This is the words written in the book "Glory and Dream" that records the history of the United States in later generations.

This is no hyperbole, but the reality of the Great Depression in 1932.

……

Go through the alleys where the trash is snatched.

Colin's originally heavy emotions gradually calmed down. He was not the savior of the Great Depression, but an experiencer.

All that can be done is to give the people some hope through cartoons in this desperate age.

Even if this hope is extremely illusory, it is better than the cruelty of reality.

When Colin came to the newspaper office, the sky had already brought a ray of light.

Take the key from your waist and open the door of the newspaper office.

Colin looked at the familiar layout inside, and the heavy emotions in his heart eased a bit.

He took off his coat and hat, and hung it on the floor stand beside him.He came to the stove and picked up the kettle, and then the light in his eyes shot out, and the kettle boiled instantly.

The unlocking of [Thermal Vision] did help Colin solve many problems.

At least, he no longer has to worry about keeping the food cold. As long as he wants, he can enjoy steaming hot food anytime, anywhere.

I made a cup of coffee with [thermal vision] boiling hot water.

Colin came to his desk with the fragrant coffee in his hand.

On the table, the serialized contents of the "Superman" comics from the previous day were piled up, and most of the plots have been sorted out.

Under normal circumstances, today he only needs to revise the manga roughly and fill in the plot for it.

This is not difficult for Colin who has [Super Brain Power].

"Let me think about it, the ability to resist poisonous fog?"

However, recalling what happened to the anti-world, Colin put down the coffee in his hand and thought for a few seconds silently.

If Colin is willing, he can design a special ability specifically to deal with the toxin incident in the Hydra base.

However, such an approach is a bit too extravagant. It is better to design once and for all an ability that not only prevents him from being affected by poisonous gas, but also can be used in subsequent comics.

After thinking silently, Colin recalled the scene of the base he saw with [Super Perspective].

The gas masks worn by Hydra members seem to prove that the toxin is the damage caused by breathing.

And when it comes to breathing, it just happens to be in line with a certain ability of Superman that corresponds to [heat vision].

……

Scott, hold on a little longer, and I'll get you "right away."

In my heart, I said something silently.

Colin picked up the coffee on the table, took a sip, pulled out a drawing paper from the drawer and spread it out in front of him.

After thinking about it for a while, I have already come up with a plot related to the new ability.

……

"biography?"

"...What are you? You have to write a biography. That's something rich people would write. If you are a poor kid with neither fame nor money, even if you write a biography, no one will read it."

"What's more, what do you plan to write in your biography, about you getting up to eat potatoes every morning, or about the miserable life that you still live with your parents at this age, when I was your age, I already came out alone At that time, I only had twenty dollars and came to New York... After working hard..."

"Then I became a typographer..."

At six o'clock in the morning, Old John and Little John appeared at the door of the newspaper office together.

"What's wrong with typesetting workers, at least I can still have enough to eat and not be reduced to the streets."

"It is entirely to Mr. Colin Looper's credit that you are not found in the streets."

"In fact, I have already made a decision. If I want to write a biography, I will write about Mr. Colin Luper. This will definitely sell well."

While talking, Little John took out the key from the inside of his clothes and inserted it into the keyhole, but before he could turn it with his hands, the door of the newspaper office was easily opened.

Seeing this, Old John and Little John looked at each other in dismay, feeling that the scene in front of them was inexplicably familiar.

"I remember locking it."

Little John said something, but the expression on his face couldn't help but paused, and the sense of sight in his heart deepened a bit.

Have I said this before?

(End of this chapter)