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

In order not to be discovered by Aunt May about the wound on the little spider, Mr. Peter Parker told one of the few lies in his life, saying that he would go on a trip with his classmates for a few days, so he will probably stay here until the wound on his body is completely healed. .

After giving medicine to two heroes who had just saved Manhattan, New York, they fell asleep exhaustedly.

Daze returned to the room, which had been tidied up by Jarvis. The floor-to-ceiling glass windows were shiny, reflecting the only lighthouse on the dark sea not far away.

He sat on the bed, his mind was so confused that he didn't know what he was thinking.

It wasn't until a suddenly glowing object on the desk caught his attention that he regained his movement.

It was a thick, quaint, gold-plated book. Jarvis probably found it in a corner when he was tidying up the room today. What glowed were a few words on the surface of the book, ancient magic language, which Dazzle couldn't understand. These words, but can understand the meaning of this sentence.

The theory of magic study in space.Strange had said that when he lent him the book.

The reason the book was left alone wasn't because Dazzle wasn't curious about the contents.On the contrary, when he got the book, he immediately flipped through it from beginning to end, and then he found——

Even the content of this book is compiled in ancient magic language.

To put it another way, he couldn't read it.A word, a sentence, is completely like reading a bible.

So this book has been shelved by him until now.

Opening the title page again, there seemed to be something caught in the middle of the book. Dai Ze opened it from the middle, and there was an extra sentence there, which was written in a language he could understand.

"Touch it, and summon the Supreme Mage."

What kind of tricks is this playing?

Daize hesitated, and finally stretched out his hand as mentioned above, touching the raised sentence from the beginning to the end of the sentence.

The moment the fingertips left the page, the page automatically turned to the first page. On the title page, the self-portrait of the old man with the big white beard like Santa Claus gradually changed into a young man with a long face.

Then the portrait moved, and the long-faced man with a sexy mustache opened his mouth and said, "Good evening, your expression tells me that you need help very much right now, helpless young man."

This picture gave Dai Ze an inexplicable sense of déjà vu.

He frowned and asked tentatively, "Mr. Strange?"

The portrait on the title page seemed to be alive, and he stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers in a very humane way: "It's me."

"This is the magic I learned from a large wizarding school in Scotland-oh maybe I shouldn't use 'learn', after all, it's so simple that you can grasp the gist at a glance."

This time the voice came from the left side, Dai Ze turned his head, a man in a red cloak sat on the empty chair at some point, he even brought his own black tea and pastries, and the exquisite tea set was neatly arranged Placed on the table, the slender fingers are pinching a small carved teacup and shaking it lightly.

To be honest, it was a bit sudden, Dai Ze subconsciously said: "I thought you should be very busy."

Strange: "Of course, you see I'm so busy that I don't even have time to shave my beard." After he finished speaking, he paused, "Why does this sentence feel so familiar?"

Dai Ze was about to say something, but was interrupted by the self-respecting mage talking to himself: "Let me guess what is bothering you."

Strange tapped his temple with his index finger, pretending to be pondering some profound question: "I guess one of them is because of a nightmare that has been haunting you for a long time?"

Seeing the surprised expression on Daze's face, Strange laughed and said, "You don't really think I guessed it? The Eye of Truth monitors the entire country."

Dai Ze slowly withdrew the expression on his face.

After speaking, Strange rubbed his palms again, and said, "Then there is one more thing about the New York War? You think that as an Avenger, you are the only one who is absent from this war. It's really embarrassing. ?”

Dai Ze was silent for a moment, then said, "It's not a matter of losing face."

Strange spread his hands: "I know, of course I know, I feel like I'm being pushed out on the periphery, being valued but not being valued, taking on a huge responsibility but being useless at all, eager to accomplish something but afraid of failure It makes people feel at a loss, at a loss, and finally falls into a vicious circle of self-doubt. I am so familiar with this kind of emotion, do you want me to repeat my previous experience for you?"

Dai Ze: "...So you came to give me chicken soup for the soul at night?"

"No no no no, of course not." Strange's fingers moved unconsciously in the air, "I'm here to find you—" He thought about his words, and then said, "I'm looking for help. Of course, Before that, I will help you solve your current problem to show my sincerity in asking for help."

Dai Ze couldn't believe it: "What's the matter for the supreme mage to come to find someone who only knows two kinds of space magic like a child's play house for help?"

Strange frowned, as if he had described Dazzle in this way a long time ago: "Are you worrying about this?"

"No." Dai Ze spread his hands, "That's the truth, I don't need to worry about it."

Strange looked at Dazzle for a long time before speaking: "But don't you have mastered three kinds of space magic now? And the third one is the most powerful one."

Dai Ze looked bewildered.

Strange frowned and said, "In that dream dimension, you're sitting in the center of the storm surrounded by small black holes. Don't be like that, dude, why don't you look like you don't remember at all."

Dazzle: "...what should I remember?"

Strange was silent.

After a long while, he said in an extremely exaggerated tone: "So we saved an alzheimer with amnesia with all our efforts?"

Then he muttered: "Poor Hancock."

After finishing speaking, he changed the subject: "Let's talk about the business. You do me this favor, and I help you solve the trouble. This is a win-win situation, and you have no reason to refuse."

Dai Ze asked: "What do you want me to help you with?"

Strange showed a mysterious smile: "You promise me first and then tell you."

Dai Ze couldn't help but said: "You are buying and selling by force."

Strange: "It depends on whether you accept it or not."

So the two looked at each other and fell silent. About half a minute later, Dai Ze lowered his eyes and said, "Even if you simply ask me for help, I will definitely do what I can."

Strange snapped his fingers: "That's why I'm willing to be friends with you." He moved the chair under his buttocks to Daze's bed and said mysteriously, "Then you can listen carefully, I just say This time."

Dazzle subconsciously held his breath.

Strange: "Help me kill the Universal Court."

Dai Ze: "??????"

Strange straightened up: "Okay, I'm done talking, let's get to the point."

Daize quickly said: "No, wait—"

Before he could finish what he said, Strange stretched out his hand and pulled in the void, just like pulling down a rolling door. The surrounding scene changed instantly, and the two of them entered a familiar huge storm.

Standing in the center of the storm, Daize said with a complicated expression: "Has anyone mentioned to you that your way of communicating without regard to other people's opinions is not flattering?"

Strange: "No, I've always been likable."

Dai Ze was almost stunned by the shameless life attitude of the supreme mage.

He opened his mouth, but in the end he didn't continue to entangle on this topic, but was compelled to choose to adapt to Strange's jumping thinking, and said helplessly: "Okay, what should I do now? "

Supreme Mage Steve Strange, who has always been very, very keen on teaching, said, "Don't you find this scene familiar?"

Seeing Daze frowning in thought, Strange snapped his fingers again.

The next moment, fist-sized black holes began to appear around them. Directly in front of them, a tall man was tearing apart the storm while his bones and skin were being torn apart by those black holes, moving forward with difficulty.

How could he not be familiar with this scene.

It was this that had been haunting him in his nightmares for days.It's just that he never knew that the person who rushed in desperately trying to save him was Hancock?

This is not normal. If the storm actually happened in the dream dimension created by the Red Skull but was forgotten by him, then Hancock in the dream dimension only has the memory of being locked up in the laboratory for various researches. It should be the most mortal relationship between a researcher and a test subject. How can Hancock save him without risking his life?

It doesn't make sense, it's illogical.

Strange waved his hand in front of Daize's eyes: "Don't be distracted, it's class time."

Daize took a deep breath, and put all these wild thoughts to the back of his mind: "You want to teach me—"

Strange: "Making black holes—hey what's that look on your face."

The supreme mage was dissatisfied and said: "You have to believe in the quality of my teaching. You are not studying now, but just repeating what you have mastered but are not proficient in. So theoretically speaking, there is no difficulty. I bet you will be able to do it in 10 minutes. Can do well, like this."

As he spoke, he spread his hands, and began to guide the flow of Dazzle's abilities according to the authoritative classics in the rich knowledge base.When he felt something gathering in his palm, Strange held his breath and said, "Yes, that's it, very good, you're about to succeed, right now—"

The next moment, the energy in the palm of the hand accumulated to its peak, and then there was a sound of a wave, and a small black ball the size of an ant that looked like a wiggly house popped out.

Strange took out a magnifying glass out of nowhere, looked at Da Ze's palm for a long time, and said with a complicated expression: "In terms of IQ level, we are on the same level."

Like getting a failing paper after an exam, Daize chose to remain silent.

Strange wiped his face: "Okay, smart student, the problem probably lies with the teacher. I need to go back and study these damned celestial knowledge."

After speaking, he turned his index finger, and a familiar magic teleportation array appeared in the air. Just as he was about to leave, Dai Ze asked belatedly: "Wait, why do you know about the dream dimension?"

Strange, who had completely disappeared at the other end of the teleportation array, stretched out his index finger from the slowly disappearing circle of fire: "Shut up, little amnesiac, I thought you picked Valentine's Day just to thank Hancock. I went out to see the opera with him, but it turned out that it was not as romantic as I thought."

After speaking, the circle of fire disappeared completely, and the surroundings returned to calm.

Dazzle could only shrug helplessly.

As usual before going to bed, he took a shower, brushed his teeth and washed his face, put on loose pajamas and lay down on the bed, covered himself with a quilt, and closed his eyes.

About 5 minutes later, he suddenly woke up.

Sorry, what did Strange say just now?

"...Specially picked Valentine's Day to go out to watch an opera with him..."? ? ?Is it this sentence?

Valentine's Day?

Daize lights up the screen of his newly bought mobile phone, and the time displayed on it is 23:59 in the evening, and the date is .

2 month 14 day.

Dai Ze suddenly realized.

No wonder there are so many couples on the street today, and he naively thought that these people just didn't go to work?

What about him and Hancock - they also wore the same hat, went to see Romeo and Juliet, and he even gave him a phone that the salesman called "for his girlfriend"? ! !

Dai Ze's blank mind is now filled with densely packed two words.

Shock!

Shocked Shocked Shocked!

Daze subconsciously flipped through the numbers in the phone's address book, wanting to make a redundant explanation, but when he turned to the number that came with Hancock's phone, there was such a string of words attached to it.

"001, hotkey for couples."

This is simply, even if you jump into the Yellow River, you won't be able to wash it off, okay?

Dai Ze closed the phone angrily, and covered his face with the quilt.

The most important thing now is that Hancock didn't misunderstand anything, right?

No, they are all men, so there should be no misunderstanding...

Right?