Journey Through the Marvel Universe Starting from the Zombie Universe

What is the earliest memory a person can recall?

For others, it may be lying on a warm and soft crib, or a breath of cool air, or something else.

Some people only remember things after the age of five, some people only remember things after the age of three, but very few people can remember things before the age of one.

Those memories that have left you are more like another reality. As time goes by, people, places, and even sounds and colors will change, but the emotions and traces of what happened will always remain. will not change.

But for Emma Frost, this is hardly a problem. Before her mutant powers reached their peak at the age of twenty, she could already cry from her first cry after birth to which foot this morning. Getting out of bed first is completely recorded in my mind.

Such a large amount of memory is bound to bring a burden, but Emma is one of the five telepaths in the world who can perfectly change the minds of others, so it is extremely easy to resolve these things.

As for breaking through a gangster's thinking, it was no problem for her.

"Maybe some people will see this as cruelty, but I see it as a kind of kindness. A kind of hospice care for the walking dead like you."

After thinking about it, Emma raised her hand and waved, and a stream of silver light enveloped the scene, and then turned into countless particles and dispersed. The scene seemed a little different from before.

In an instant, she could feel that this gangster's personality seemed to have changed a little. There was a warmth in his heart that he had never experienced before. He no longer felt that those good deeds and good people were hypocritical, but it turned into a deep love. envy.

"It seems that's not enough." The White Queen touched her chin and thought for a moment, then pinched the light spot floating beside her with her fingers. The scene changed again, as if it were a fast-forward scene in a movie, and finally settled on a narrow street.

The slightly older boy stood quietly behind the trash can on the corner of the street. His eyes were calm and deep, as if he was already accustomed to the chaos in front of him. There was no trace of panic on his face, only a trace of elusive envy and admiration. Pleasant?

Emma, ​​who was squatting next to him, frowned and followed the boy's line of sight. A boy who was bigger than him and without hair was being slapped on the face by the chains thrown by the thugs, with blood splattering everywhere.

There seemed to be a slightly flickering light spot in the distance. She tilted her head slightly and immediately appeared next to the floating light spot. She stretched out her hand to hold it, and in a blink of an eye she came to a room that looked dusty and dirty. inside the room.

What is shown in front of you is a fixed scene, an important place in the gangster's consciousness. The surrounding environment seems to be frozen in a specific moment, and time stands still here.

The streamer appeared again and engulfed everything.

Emma opened her eyes, moved her fingers away from her temples, touched the mask first, and then said a little tiredly.

Tears swirled in his eyes and finally fell down. He lay quietly on the ground and let the tears wet his cheeks.

"not enough."

A faint light appeared in the corner of the room, illuminating the dark area, where a sallow-looking boy was quietly lowering his head.

"alright."

The woman on the bed stretched out a skinny hand and tremblingly grabbed the syringe on the table next to her. Her dry skin was covered with small holes.

Fortunately, she fulfilled her mission and did it.

The boundlessness of space makes people feel overwhelmingly confused, but in this void, there is a strange and strong sense of existence.

The walls were full of cracks, and there were some disorganized items piled up in the corners. The screens on the windows had faded, and the wind blew in from the window, bringing a slight coolness.

For those who are beginners in telepathy, many people will get lost inside the thinking space, whether they are those with weak abilities that cannot escape, or those who are slightly stronger and can create everything they need in their consciousness and become addicted to it. people.

She can indeed completely modify a person's personality, but the consumption cannot be ignored. She feels as tired as if she had just run a cross-country race.

The boy's posture was slightly rickety, as if he was carrying a heavy burden that was prematurely weakening his body. His fingers held it gently, as if he was holding on to something indescribable, or a memory that was difficult to let go.

Everything around her seemed empty and pale, without any tangible entity that could be touched or felt, as if even time and space had no clear meaning here.

"Okay. Let me look for it. Where is the moment you remember most?" Emma, ​​who was wearing a white mask, stretched her waist, put down her hands and turned to look around.

He learned to empathize with the pain of others.

A thug appeared next to the trash can at some unknown time. With a grin, he also swung the red-hot iron chain towards the boy, but it only narrowly missed the tip of his nose. The burning feeling on the edge of life and death has been there ever since. The boy's mind was branded, and he screamed, reconciling with the bald boy in his heart and fleeing away.

Behind them, a group of thugs on motorcycles chased them, and the engine made a low roar, like a hunting beast roaring.

The hairless boy once snatched food from gangsters as a punishment in his childhood, and then died today.

The syringe on the table was still there, but the woman reached out to the boy in the corner, and Emma walked over and gently lifted the boy's drooped head so that he could see the My own hand.

In this space, every tiny movement and every ethereal thought seems to be infinitely magnified. Every step and every breath is like exploring an endless universe.

She slowly turned her head and her eyes fell on a woman on the bed. She was a withered woman, her skin was pale and withered.

The little gangster lying on the ground frowned slightly and opened his eyes, as if he was adapting to the light and surrounding environment in front of him. There seemed to be some vague fragments flashing in his mind, causing him to fall into brief confusion.

But Emma was not one of the two. She took off the white mask used to cover her face with some ease, revealing a beautiful and young face. Her body was aging, but her spirit was not.

Then, a familiar emotion surged into his heart. He seemed to have remembered something important, and softly uttered a name: "Mom. I'm sorry."

As her fingertips tapped her cheek, Emma thought again. The stream of light appeared again and washed the street. The bald boy still looked like he had been hit by a chain, but this time the boy standing behind the trash can was not his original appearance.

There were towering buildings on both sides of the street, and a dozen people were running around in fear. Their faces were distorted by fear, and they seemed to be looking for an exit in a hurry.

The Hulkbuster armor slowly opened, and Bai Ye walked out of it. He looked at the sobbing gangster and said, then stretched out a hand and gently stroked his back, "Do you feel it?"

"You are a good person now."

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