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"It is an obvious fact that the owner of this notebook, the person who has been describing the whole thing as No.1, does not seem to have such a level of culture and intelligence to write such words."

Strange didn't take care of the cold tea, but took a bottle of wine, two wine glasses and an ice bucket from the shelf, turned some ice cubes out, put the wine in, and looked at Star gram said.

"How do you know?" Stark asked.

"Come on, Tony, since I've been honest with you, why should you... Well, I get it, you are a typical scientist, not that interested in literature and art, at least not in literature."

"But you can't deny that I read a lot."

"Most of them are biased towards the theoretical knowledge of science, aren't they?"

Stark was silent, did not deny, in fact he has nothing to deny, he is always more inclined to technical books, rarely read works with strong stories, he likes to spy on the truth, rather than indulging in imagination .

In fact, what was recorded in this black notebook was already the longest story he had read in these years, and he was amazed that he could read such a long part in one go. The minifigures made this a bit more intuitive.

"Come on, I have a headache when I think of those literary descriptions." Stark waved his hand a little rudely, and said, "'Generally', 'Overall', 'Delicate', 'Gorgeous',' Rough', 'rough' - these writers are never willing to give a certain value to a thing, they must be vague in terms of description, in the euphemistic name of leaving room for imagination, which does not give me any sense of security , I like precise things."

"It's not hard to imagine." Strange took the wine out of the ice bucket, poured himself and Stark a glass and said, "Then please allow me to tell you that the way people behave can always be shown through literary talent." come out."

"If a person's writing is enthusiastic, then his heart must be burning like fire. If a person's writing is indifferent, then maybe he is as calm, rational and objective as you."

"Although the owner of the notebook always narrates everything in an indifferent tone, when he encounters everything, his real reaction is contrary to it."

"Judging from his choices in the face of various things, he is a relatively rash person, full of emotion, bold and a little reckless, and that kind of indifferent and gloomy text is not something he can write."

"Did I tell you? You really should get a psychiatrist's license."

"You have said it several times, unless you are very forgetful." Strange picked up the glass but did not drink, but touched the glass with his lips lightly, and said, "This means that someone wants to tell us through it. something."

"Or maybe he's explaining something?"

Strange frowned, looked into Stark's eyes and said, "You're really getting more and more tactful, Tony, this isn't like you."

"If you are still dissatisfied with my attitude when I went to you when my father had an accident, then I can only say that Schiller is right, you are really careful."

"He still has the nerve to say that others are narrow-minded." Stark curled his lips and said with some dissatisfaction, but he shook his head and said: "I mean it literally, the story in this notebook is deliberately left for us to explain, Or maybe it's an explanation left to me."

"What does he need to explain to you?"

"A thing that happened long ago that I found out about but haven't had time to investigate."

"what is that?"

"I kidnapped Gnar, the god of symbiotes, and hid him. Me, Doom, and another friend, we played a match, Doom attracted the attention of others, and we directly took Kling Taxing dragged away."

"I've heard about it." Strange nodded. If the Supreme Mage is in control of all kinds of things on Earth, then the Holy of Holies provides a wider channel for news.

The disappearance of a race’s home star is not a big deal or a small thing, but the symbiote is a fairly typical race and has some reputation in the universe. The disappearance of the Klinta star was even reported in the famous interstellar newspaper "Ring Star". District Weekly occupies a small section below the front page, and Interstellar Passenger Radio launched three follow-up reports.

"You did this? Why did you do it?"

Strange was a little surprised, he didn't understand the point of grabbing planets with those scumbags, and Gnar probably wasn't that valuable.

"I want to understand something," Stark replied.

"what's up?"

"god."

Stark stood up on the back of the armchair, pacing in front of the bookshelf with a wine glass, he said: "I want to know what God is, no, not the trading partners you are thinking about right now. Ci'er, do you know why I am suddenly interested in this matter?"

"Perhaps I told you before that I am doing experiments related to the fusion of vibration gold and molten steel materials. This is a very difficult thing, and it is the same for me. Every tiny breakthrough in materials science may be technological. Huge change, but it's hard not to change it."

Stark frowned, appearing much calmer than usual. Strange had almost never heard the word "difficulty" from Stark, but when he really said that, it meant that this matter might no longer be It's just difficult, but difficult to reach the sky.

"Finding a material suitable for humans is less like a scientific experiment and more like luck." Stark frankly admitted that materials science is like trying luck: "A certain material may have everything you want. properties, but only one is missing, a certain material may have a particularly prominent one, but the others are rubbish."

"Peter often mutters that this is a bit like building equipment in a game, but the reality is much more difficult than the game. This can't even be exhausted by thousands of times. We can only hope that the god of luck will come."

"One day when I was staring at the instrument in the laboratory, I felt a burst of despair. I have never felt so powerless." Stark stopped in his tracks, slowly closed his eyes, raised his head and recalled the mood at that time, and said Said: "Then there is anger and resentment."

"Why can't it give me the results I want? Why can't I control the results after I have done everything? Why am I so helpless? What makes me so weak?"

Strange could clearly hear that Stark's last tone was already trembling, and the anger in it was about to flow out.

"It's this universe." Stark said the answer, and he finally said in a nervous tone like a mad scientist: "It's the eternal and unchanging rules in this damn universe."

"It makes 1+1=2, it makes ice melt into water, it makes preparations change color, it makes plants yearn for sunshine..."

Strange felt his heart thumping, and he realized what kind of crazy words Stark was talking about. It was the truth that the supreme mages of all generations dared not peek into.

"why?"

Stark asked a soul question, and then added: "Why can't I make 1+1=3?"

Strange opened his mouth, but his dry throat prevented him from saying anything. After a few seconds of silence, he commented: "Don't be too greedy, Tony."

"We are all greedy. You showed me your greed, and I naturally showed you mine. Rather, magic has always been greedy, but science has been hesitant."

"Do you really know what you're doing?" Strange swallowed.

"Of course I know." Stark nodded and said, "You may think I'm crazy, but I'm very sober. I want...to change the number."

When these words fell, Strange felt that his head was hit by a sledgehammer, and his head was full of "buzzing" sounds, because it can basically be interpreted as "I want to destroy the universe".

"It's not impossible." Stark has already begun to explain his thinking: "The reason why you think it's impossible is that you have overlooked a key issue."

"what?"

"There is a god in this world."

Strange froze.

"Gods are, or claim to be, the incarnation of the rules of the universe, so the universe doesn't work as I want, should they also take part of the responsibility?"

Strange swallowed again. Words are difficult to describe Stark's logical arrogance, greed and ferocity. If he had to find an adjective, it would be... too 'human'.

"Psychology and behavior have taught me not only to figure out the motives behind other people's psychology and behavior." Stark sat back on the chair with a glass of wine, looked into Strange's eyes and said, "It also taught me not to Blame yourself, find the reason from others before you go wrong, keep your wisdom to yourself, and leave the pain and entanglement to others.”

"If the god of luck still refuses to come to my laboratory and prevent the development of human material science, then I will dismember it and see if it can add the new materials I want to my instruments. properties."

Facing Stark's cold tone, Strange shuddered. After these Frankensteins entered the state, they always had a kind of uncanny valley effect that resembled a human figure, as if they were a person who could dissect everything for the sake of experimental data. extrahuman monsters.

Even the pure and kind Spider-Man Peter, when he just walked out of the biology laboratory, would have a kind of indifferent eyes that looked like a guinea pig to everyone, not to mention the neurotic Tony Stark.

And Stark did intend to dissect the universe, he even directly kidnapped a god, thinking of this, Strange couldn't help but asked with some concern: "Is Gnar okay?"

"He was fine when he was with me." Stark sighed softly, and Strange heard what he meant, so he frowned and asked, "So he's not with you now?"

Stark's eyes fell on the black notebook next to him and said, "This is what I said, what the person who actually wrote this story wanted to explain to us."

Strange looked at him.

"About two weeks ago, Gnar disappeared, together with his cage." Stark also looked at Strange and said, "He disappeared from the secret prison I prepared for him. Someone took him away."

"Someone rescued Gnar from you?"

"I don't think that behavior can be called 'rescue'. I think Gnar's condition will not get better, or it may be worse. Before I came to you, I went to check the condition of the hidden place. The method is quite rough, Gnar will not feel good."

"Then why do you think he did it?"

Stark quickly recalled the scene he saw before, looked at Strange's face and said.

"Maybe he wanted to eat Gnar... In fact, he already ate part of it."

Stark added in his mind.

"...or all of them."