Walk around the United States with the earth in your arms

Over the weekend, Song Fang and Ruiwen met with Charles as scheduled. .biquge

It was said to be a picnic, but it was actually held in the backyard of Charles' home. Of course, given the size of the Charles family estate, it can indeed be considered a picnic.

Spreading the tablecloth on the grass, the three of them sat on the ground, tasting the food prepared by each other and chatting about daily chores.

It can be seen that Charles is trying to be "down to earth", but as a child prodigy, the daily chores in his eyes are that the parameters of this experiment are wrong, that theorem has a third way to prove it, and so on. Song Fang could barely keep listening, but Ruiwen over there was so bored that she almost fell asleep.

So when the servant came to refill their tea, Charles asked, "Miss Raven, would you like to visit my home?"

Ruiwen, who was originally drowsy, suddenly woke up and turned to look at Song Fang pleadingly.

Charles's home is a castle! The real thing!

What girl doesn't love castles?

Song Fang couldn't help but smile, "Go ahead. But don't run around and don't damage other people's things."

"Don't worry, I'm not a child." Raven waved nonchalantly and left happily with the servant.

Song Fang picked up the teapot and poured himself a cup. "Okay, Ruiwen has been taken away. If you have anything to say, you can start."

Charles's hand tightened on the tea cup.

According to his past habits, he would speak directly into Song Fang's mind, or tell Song Fang's inner thoughts.

This can instantly calm the other person and ensure that you dominate the rest of the conversation.

Maybe Charles himself doesn't realize it, but he likes to dominate everything.

But remembering the last meeting, Charles restrained himself and asked honestly, "Are you a mutant?"

Song Fang "Mutant? Is this a term you invented?"

"The word has always been around. When spoken as a noun, its original meaning was 'mutant,'" Charles said. "But if you're referring to the first time the word was used to refer to a new species, then yes, I invented this."

"A new species?" Song Fang raised his eyebrows, "Do you think you and I are no longer human?"

Although he had already guessed the answer, when he heard Song Fang admit it with his own ears, even if it was in a roundabout way, Charles was still so shocked that he stuttered, "You, you really are..."

However, Song Fang did not continue.

"I'm indeed different from most people." Song Fang laughed, flipping his hair up in a chic way, revealing his entire face. "Because of this face, I have met many idiots over the years. But. I don’t think I transcended the human race and evolved into a new species. On the other side of the Pacific, there are tens of millions of people with the same skin and hair color as me.”

"You know that's not what I'm referring to!" Charles said a little anxiously, "I'm referring to your ability! We are the same, right?"

It's really not.

My ability comes from the Sentinel Factor, which is equivalent to acquired changes, while yours is innate.

But including the charity gala, this was the third time he and Charles had met. Song Fang felt that rather than emphasizing the differences between his views on mutants and Charles's, it was better to emphasize the similarities between their views.

Only by seeking common ground first can the "differences" be accepted and tolerated.

So Song Fang nodded solemnly, "Yes, I do have abilities that are different from ordinary people just like you."

Charles beamed, even a little relieved. "Really, that's great... I'm really worried that you didn't say to me that 'it's rude to read other people's minds' before we parted last time. Everything was just my imagination."

Song Fang smiled and stretched out his hand to Charles, "Congratulations, Charles. You are not crazy yet."

Charles shook hands with him vigorously.

The two young men's hands held each other tightly for the first time.

"What are you going to do next?" Charles asked excitedly.

"What are you going to do?"

"How to use your ability." Charles said, "I want to find more brothers and sisters. There must be many people like you and me out there. If you are here, the efficiency will be doubled."

Charles continued, "I want to find all people with mutant abilities, protect them, help them, and pass on to them all the experience I have gained in using my abilities over the years. Even though our specific abilities are different, we are all mutants."

"I first heard someone else's voice in my head when I was nine years old. After a long period of exploration, I finally mastered my ability. But before that, I really thought I was crazy, and I felt confused and helpless for a long time, and even if I wanted to ask for help, I didn’t know who to go to.”

Charles' eyes fell into the distant distance.

"There must be many mutants scattered among the human race, looking around at a loss for people who are different from themselves. Like me, they feel so lonely, so helpless, and so eager for someone to lend a hand to them. Some people may not be as lucky as me and have time to gradually explore and master their abilities. They will be like a child holding a grenade with the safety on, eventually destroying themselves and hurting the people next to them. Song Fang, they They need us. We need to find them, the sooner the better.”

Charles turned his head and his eyes fell on Song Fang's face again. "Are you willing to come with me?"

"Of course I am willing."

Song Fang said sincerely.

But before Charles could get excited again, Song Fang raised his finger and asked Charles to listen to him. "Before we get started, I have two questions. First, how are you going to find them?"

"I want to take a trip across the country." Charles said, "I found that your and my brain waves are different from ordinary humans, but there are similarities between you and me. I can detect the brain waves of people around me to determine Are there any mutants? Who are the mutants? Why are you shaking your head? Is it because the efficiency is too low? I think so too, but there is no other way. This is the only way I can think of. That’s why I really want you to come with me. Go, this way the efficiency can at least be doubled."

Song Fang still shook his head.

This is not only an issue of efficiency, but also an issue of accuracy.

A real mutant like Raven is dangling in front of you, but you haven't noticed that her brainwaves are any different from others.

Of course, it is also possible that Charles did not actively read Raven's brain information. But if every time we go to a place, every time we meet someone, we have to take the initiative—note, the key point is to take the initiative—to connect with the other person’s brain, isn’t it a bit too tiring?

In a few years, Hank will build the brainwave enhancement device, so we won't have to worry about it, okay?

"Second question." Song Fang continued, "After the mutants are found, how will you place them?"