Chapter 704: Safeguard
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The Death Knell
- Chaos Art Troupe
- 1847 characters
- 2021-01-31 01:03:32
There is a knocking sound when the wooden stairs are settling down, and the warmth of the room and the snow outside the window create a sharp contrast.
The decorations and furnishings in the corridor set off this atmosphere very well.
When Su Ming saw Charles, he was standing on tiptoe, lying on the window looking at the marshland outside, not knowing that he felt a hibernating crocodile from time to time.
However, children who are only a few years old have a completely indifferent face, as if they have lost their feelings, very strange.
"You're back, Mr. Wilson." Charles turned his head on the window sill, and the snow on the treetops outside the window shook and fell to the ground.
"I have caught the murderer of your father. If you want to know the reason, you can go and see for yourself."
Su Ming pointed his finger to the floor and motioned that someone was downstairs.
Looking at Su Ming, who was still cold, Charles nodded politely: "Thank you."
He did not show anger or manic emotions, instead he was still like a well, calm and waveless, walking slowly downstairs at a very normal pace.
"What do you plan to do with the murderer?" Su Ming followed Charles and put his hand on his bald head.
Charles stood at the top of the stairs, looked at the translucent dormant pod in the common room below, thought for a while and said: "I don't know. After you helped me realize my wish, I felt at a loss. I always wanted to catch it. The murderer, but it was really caught, how to deal with it, I don't know."
Su Ming sighed, and he took Charles to continue down: "You read his memory first. I need to verify some things from him. What about your mother?"
"She had been crying secretly last night, and just fell asleep." Charles held on to the handrail of the stairs and walked down one step at a time: "Am I really a monster as others have said?"
Su Ming knew that Charles was talking about his lack of emotion. In fact, many people with superior intelligence are the same, because the reason is too strong, and the sensibility is almost suppressed.
Batman and Death Knell are facing the same troubles. When thinking and calculation become instinct, and always want to find the truth from an objective angle, there will be a sense of separation that is incompatible with the world.
Su Ming became a death knell, bringing the feelings of ordinary people to the body, but the problem has not improved much.
"We are not without feelings, but we control better than others." Su Ming touched the little bald head and pushed him to get him closer to the dormant cabin: "You want to cry for your father, because others will do it, so You think you should do the same. But your strong reason tells you that crying after the fact is no help. Finding the murderer and the truth behind the incident is the most important thing, so your brain makes you unable to shed a single tear."
"Isn't this a monster?" Charles turned his head and looked up at Su Ming.
"I'm a monster, you're just a precocious kid." Su Ming flew down the steps and stood beside Charles: "This is a stranger, a little different from mutants, but also has super powers. He once lurked on you. The institution where my father worked, and it was there where he started."
Charles nodded, and he pulled the sleeve of his pajamas, as if feeling the chill from the sleeping cabin.
"Can you let him out?"
Su Ming shook his head and pulled Charles to the bulkhead: "He is a space capable person. If he recovers, he can instantly move to any corner of the earth. I can't control him. Can you?"
"Yes, but it's fine for now, there is no need to bother."
With that said, Charles dragged a sofa and stood on it, then raised his right hand, pressing his ten and middle fingers on his temples, his eyes fixed on the people in the dormant cabin.
Soon, his nosebleeds flowed out, and the blood drops over his lips and chin, and rolled down his pajamas.
Both Charles and the people in the coffin began to tremble violently, the blue veins on his little bald head burst, his eyes were covered with red blood, and his face was flushed.
"Wow."
Charles suddenly spit out a mouthful of foam, turning his eyes white and fainted. Su Ming stretched out his hand to support his small body so that he did not fall to the ground.
It was pinching and slapped again, Charles still did not wake up.
Su Ming knew that this was an overload of the brain caused by overuse, and what Charles read was far from what he could bear at the age of four.
If it were pure information, Charles would not be traumatized so much, that is to say, the fake colonel had something in his mind that was beyond Charles’s understanding and even did not conform to the worldview.
Now Professor X is still a child, and his ability development is much worse. He simply can't stand it.
Seeing Charles, who started bleeding after spitting foam in front of him, Su Ming was also a bit big, and had to take him straight to the principal's office. With the help of Hamill, he used the gem of time again.
Although he didn't obviously lose anything, but using gems continuously for a short time, Su Ming also felt a little empty in his heart.
This time he didn't turn Charles' time back, on the contrary, he moved forward for three years. If time goes back and Charles returns to the state before reading the memory, wouldn't the information be gone.
Besides, although this brain injury was harmful, it also exercised his superpowers in disguise. Su Ming just skipped the time period when Charles was a vegetative.
As the green light dissipated, Charles, who had grown up in a circle, grabbed his head and got up from the sofa. Before he could speak, he spit out a mouthful of blood, then panted quickly with his hands on the ground.
His memory remained at the moment he was in a coma, and now it was just a normal reaction after waking up.
Su Ming threw him a towel and asked him to wipe his eyes and ears by himself. The appearance in front of him was really miserable.
Hamill brought tea, put it on the coffee table, and stood still.
Su Ming opened the window to let the smell of blood in the room dissipate, and he fiddled with Hamill's flowers on the windowsill. He planted a lot of plants in the office. Even if it was winter, the room was still lush and green. Flowers of different dimensions that I don't even know are blooming.
After fiddling with the flowers and plants for a while, Su Ming closed the window and looked at Charles who had gradually calmed down.
"How is it? Is it better?"
"I'm fine." Charles touched his bald head: "How long have I been in a coma?"
"A few minutes." Su Ming took out a cigarette, and Feng Qingyun put it in his mouth lightly. He wouldn't say that Charles had been a vegetable for three years.
Charles looked down at the clothes on his body. The pajamas that had originally fitted have now become umbilicals, and the trouser legs have reached the calf. It doesn't take a few minutes, right? Did you swell yourself?
He stretched out a hand, looked at his obviously long palm, and shook his head helplessly, but did not pursue the issue.
The other party doesn't want to say, then it's useless to ask.
"I already know why my father was removed, and that colonel did not simply work for the Kerry people." He still chose to talk about business first. These memories just read are very important.
"The problem lies with your father's experiment, right? The Black Womb Project."
"Yes, in the colonel's memory, there is a future that has not yet happened. In that future, my father created a very scary existence."
"Artificial alien? The Cree had this technology millions of years ago. It's not terrifying." Su Ming shook his head, smoke slowly pouring out of his nostrils.
"He used the obelisk to create an artificial alien, but he was still dissatisfied, thinking that the human material was not good enough, he began to merge the genes of aliens, mutants, and blood races together..."
"Wait, genes are not children's building blocks, you can play with it casually. If an animal has so many genes, it will inevitably die of gene collapse." Su Ming raised a hand and gestured to pause: "X gene collapse will cause Death, let alone blood and aliens."
Charles explained patiently: "But these races have a common origin, the earth. We are not scientists, and we don’t know what my dead father would do. Maybe there is scientific evidence, maybe it’s a coincidence. , But he created the of the world through test tubes and petri dishes, as well as the instrument called the black uterus."
"It sounds better than the sentinel robot..." Seeing Charles's puzzled expression, the child didn't know what the sentinel was, and Su Ming pulled back the topic: "Go on."
"The result is that God is there, but the world is gone." Charles touched his head, skipped the steps, and said the result.
Su Ming sighed, he knew it would be like this, human beings are always on the road to death with the steps of the six relatives who do not recognize it.
"This is a kind of Resident Evil, right? I have seen a lot of scripts of man-made monsters killing humans. Frankenstein is the earliest prototype."
When Charles heard this example, he shrugged slightly, almost like that.
"All in all, the murderer you caught is a three-faced spy. There is a mysterious organization behind him. They also ordered the killing of my father."
Su Ming slapped his mouth, flicked the soot into the flowerpot, and took a thoughtful sip: "That is, they are revising the world line and changing the future in the direction they hope?"
"Yes." Charles nodded, very sure.
"The name of this organization?"
"I haven't read it. The colonel's brain has undergone a targeted transformation, as if all information about that organization has been blocked by memory."
"You rushed into ~EbookFREE.me~ so that you passed out and became a vegetative. Then you will definitely not see nothing." Su Ming touched his beard and leaned on the window sill.
Charles showed a smile, very small, but the benefits he gained were already reflected. The control of his abilities increases, and he can show more emotions.
"I did see a sentence, it was the purpose of that organization, or a slogan."
"What's that?" Su Ming took the cigarette to the bottom in one sip, then pinched it out.
"We are a protective measure, a protective measure specifically against those who hinder our world from moving forward as intended and against those who hinder it."
Charles uttered a long series of words very fluently, and in Italian he had never learned.
Su Ming's hand paused, and then he threw his cigarette on the windowsill.
"I see, I need you to promise me a few things..."