[Zhongyingmei] The correct posture of the villain's whitewashing

Daze followed Hank to the end of the corridor. The door of the room was wide open, and melodious Scottish ditties could be heard from inside. The mid-century decoration made everything look full of a sense of age.

On the coffee table is a chessboard halfway down, the king of white pieces is surrounded by black pieces, isolated and helpless, in a dead end.A little girl was sitting on the sofa, holding her worn-out doll, quietly playing with her fingers with her head down.

Charles looked up from the files that covered the entire desk, and after seeing the two people standing at the door, he put on a gentle smile on his face.

"You are here."

He looked aside and said softly, "Carrie, do you want to go out with Uncle Hank?"

The girl called Carrie turned her head, her eyes out of focus.She was silent and nodded slowly.

"Take her to the planetarium, she likes that."

Hank responded, and stepped forward to hold Carrie's hand.She obediently jumped off the sofa and followed Hank quietly.When passing by, because of the inexplicably familiar face but couldn't remember where he had seen it, Dai Ze couldn't help but take a closer look at her, and she happened to look over.

Then Daize met such a pair of eyes.

There are no pupils, and the iris is a lifeless black. Just a glance makes people inexplicably reminiscent of a tomb that has decayed for thousands of years.

And the moment his appearance was clearly reflected in the girl's eyes, Dai Ze suddenly felt dizzy, and then a pair of invisible hands stretched out from somewhere, fingertips across his face, his neck, stopped On his chest, the touch was so real that he seemed to be able to feel the cold temperature of his fingertips.

They pulled him, dragged him, kept him sinking, and just when he thought he was going to be dragged into hell—

"Are you ok?"

Someone's voice rang in my ear, and these pictures disappeared like a shattered mirror in an instant.

Dazzle returned to this room again.

A large expanse of sunset came in from the window. Professor Charles Xavier, who can be called the principal of this college, sat directly opposite to Daze, and his eyes, which resembled the seaside scenery of Little Paradise Bay on a sunny day, were immersed in the In the warm color, she was looking at him worriedly at the moment.

It was like a sudden nightmare just now.

If it wasn't for the sudden cold sweat on his back, he would really have thought it was just a nightmare.

"Are you all right?" Professor Charles asked again.

Dai Ze calmed down his racing heart, and exhaled slowly: "Thank you, I'm fine."

Professor Charles said with a smile: "That's good. Sit down and talk without standing. What do you want to drink?"

"It will be all right."

So Professor Charles picked up the small flower teapot at hand and poured a cup in front of Dai Ze: "Flower tea, it helps to relieve tension and calm the mind."

Warm and slightly sweet liquid moistened his throat, Dai Ze put down the small ceramic teacup, looked at Professor Charles: "The one just now was—"

"Carrie's ability. She can make people who look at her feel death coming. But she rarely does this now." Charles said helplessly, "She only does this when she is afraid."

Hearing this sentence and this ability, Dai Ze finally remembered where the familiar feeling when he saw that girl just now came from.

When Strack first showed him the power of artificial mutants, she was the experimental subject he used.She has been locked in the laboratory since birth, and she is the key protection object in Sterak's experimental body. Even Dazzle only saw her once, and until the Siberian researcher was blown up, he never saw her again. Never heard from her.

It wasn't the first time that Daize felt a strong sense of powerlessness for his former identity.

He was a little frustrated and said, "Then she should be afraid of me."

"We found her in a remote mountain village. At that time, she was stripped naked by the villagers and buried in the snow. There, this was the only way to execute the evil witch."

The professor said in his light and slow tone: "People are always afraid of their unknown abilities. So I am very glad that I saved her at that time."

"Just like I'm glad now that you can come here."

Dai Ze raised his head, the professor sitting opposite him was handsome, but not young.In his eyes, there is tolerance and wisdom that can only be achieved through the accumulation of time. As Alex said, Professor Charles loves life and everything he can see.

"But they almost killed her."

"So they have now received their due retribution. Without Carrie, there is no one to confuse and stop the hungry and cold wild beasts outside the fence for them."

Dai Ze suddenly felt a little confused.He stared at the half of the petals floating in the teacup, and slowly said: "They are afraid of the unknown, so they are afraid of people with superpowers. But without people with superpowers, they are in trouble, and then they pray for a miracle to happen, and then another one emerges." Then they ushered in a long period of peace, and the superpowers enjoyed the admiration of the masses. Then when their abilities reached that limit again, the people fell into panic, and irreconcilable conflicts broke out between ordinary people and superpowers again. contradiction--"

As he spoke, he looked at Charles: "Is that so?"

Charles was stunned for a moment, and then showed a clear smile: "So it's because of this that you still have to carry it even when you go to the Mutant Academy?"

As he spoke, he set his eyes on the metal bracelet on Dazzle's wrist.

"Daize, what are you afraid of?"

There was a long silence all around.

Until the bell outside the window rang again, Daize whispered with a look immersed in memories.

"I've had nightmares since a long time ago."

"I dreamed that when I cut their flesh for the first time, the blood in the veins spurted out and sprinkled all over the ground. They were locked in a cage, and I watched them outside. I became more and more with them and everyone. The farther away, the opposite direction I had imagined. And one day, I will be locked there, tied to the operating table, they laughed and pulled out my brain, as they said, to make the best Good nourishment, poured into the most fertile soil."

"Sometimes I also wonder why I was almost caught blind in one eye when I saved a life. Why was I locked up in the attic like a rat after saving a life. Why did they reject me when I saved a life?"

"Because I'm a Hydra? But—even murderers have the right to a suspended death sentence."

Maybe it's because he's been suppressed for too long, maybe it's because the eyes looking at him are really tolerant.

For the first time, after coming here, Daze showed an almost fragile expression.

"I'm not a heinous villain."

The sun faded and the sky gradually darkened.

Charles sighed.

He has enlightened so many people, his friends, his students, only this time, facing this soft-spoken person who seemed so cautious even in complaining, he had a feeling that he couldn't do anything.

After a long time, he said: "Actually, I was as confused as you for a while."

"Betrayed by my friends, they all left me, I became nothing overnight, guarding this empty shell of the college, drinking, living on drugs, ignoring every day, with those voices turning in my head over and over again, as if everything That's when all the bad luck came. That was the first time I faced up to my vulnerability, and until then I thought how strong I was."

"I don't know why, it seems that most heroes have been arranged for a tragic past-of course I am not saying that I am a hero. But my friend Eric, although we have different ideas, it cannot be denied that he He is the hero of all mutants. And his childhood experience is not much luckier than those people."

"I never think about why this happened to me. I only worry about one thing."

Charles controlled the wheelchair and came to Daze, and patted him on the shoulder as if comforting a lost child.

"I'm afraid I don't deserve what I'm suffering."

Daze looked up at Charles, the tenderness and tolerance in his eyes almost drowned him.

They stared at each other for a long time, and Daize let out a breath.

"what should I do?"

Charles reached out and stroked the metal bracelet on Dazzle's wrist: "Do you remember why you came here?"

Dai Ze said: "Remember."

"You don't need to restrain yourself so much, you should be strong. Go to the air-raid shelter early tomorrow, and I will arrange a suitable teacher for you."

Daize nodded, got up and walked towards the door.Before stepping out of this room, he turned his face and said seriously: "Thank you."

Charles smiled and said, "If I really want to say thank you, I should tell you first."

Dai Ze paused, with a puzzled expression on his face.

Charles said: "The mutant who was rescued by you but almost blinded you was once my student. But now, um—" he shrugged helplessly, "he was poached by Magneto."

The black-haired man standing at the door froze for a moment, then smiled.

"Then he really has no eyesight."

"Who said it wasn't."

The door of the room was closed again, and Charles remained where he was.A moment later, a voice came from behind him.

"I didn't poach your horn, he followed me voluntarily."

The man who suddenly appeared in the room frowned and defended solemnly: "And I think that's his best choice."

"Come on, don't put gold on your face."

The man shrugged, then took two brand new tickets from his pocket.

"The West Garden party, the ticket that Raven gave me. Go together?"

Charles smiled and narrowed his ocean-like blue eyes, and his Scottish accent was soft and dense: "Eric, we have long passed the age where we thought kissing the back of a girl's hand could invite her to dance."

Eric looked at the two ticket stubs in his hand and frowned.

"Of course, if you are bored and want to come and chat with my old friend."

Charles came to the unfinished chessboard on the coffee table and folded his sleeves up as gracefully as they did every time they started a game.

"How about a game of chess?"

Eric stood there for a while, and then the two ticket stubs were randomly stuffed into his pockets again. He sat across from Charles, looked at the chess game that had reached a dead end, and smiled rarely: "This is The one we played three days ago?"

"uh-huh."

Eric put his hand on Heizi who was approaching the throne of Baizi, and said, "In such a dead end, you will lose no matter how I make you."

Charles watched his confident expression no matter how many years he passed.

Then he reached out and dropped the entire chessboard.

This time, he confidently pressed Heizi who was approaching the throne and said, "Go on, don't let me."

Eric was silent.

To be honest, as an adult professor who is regarded as an idol by countless people and still manages such a large college.

——Could he stop being so blatantly a rascal every time?