Mutants' Daily Life [Comprehensive British and American]

The Stolen Book of the Dead

First night in Egypt.

Kurt felt that he slept very well, and he didn't recognize the bed at all, or feel that he didn't adapt to the environment.

In fact, he slept as if dead.

No dreaming, no waking up at night, even the previously fixed and deeply ingrained biological clock of waking up was disrupted.

After opening his eyes, he found that he woke up more than an hour later than usual.

Then, rubbing his eyes with his paws, he sat up, his tail was still wagging in circles, his head was still a little dizzy from sleep.

"Slacker Kurt."

Carlos, who shared a room with him, stood in front of his bed, made a big grimace, and laughed unceremoniously.

Kurt smiled embarrassedly, and waved his tail wildly.

However, although he was used to Carlos talking like this, for some reason, he just felt something was wrong.For example, is Carlos' face a little pale today?

But he observed it again and carefully, and it seemed to be nothing.

Carlos didn't seem to notice.

Wrapped in the big white bathrobe provided by the hotel, he ran around the room, even brushing his teeth without stopping. While brushing, he also tiptoed to draw the curtains, looking energetic and hyperactive Children look.

Kurt immediately thought he had just misread.

He happily wagged his tail, jumped up from the bed, disappeared in mid-air, and when he appeared, he had teleported to the bathroom: "I heard that the hotel buffet this morning has authentic Egyptian dishes... Awesome, I haven't had authentic Egyptian food yet."

"There's so much you haven't eaten, Kurt, don't make a fuss."

Carlos rinsed his mouth and hit him unceremoniously.

However, after the blow was over, he also made a request as a matter of course: "I want to drink the sugarcane juice from last night, that's the one... Each person can only get two glasses of sugarcane juice. So, you have to help me later. In this way, I can have four drinks..."

"Don't worry, it's fine."

Knowing that the other party was greedy, Kurt immediately agreed with a smile, not caring about Carlos' rude tone.

Carlos felt complacently that this was another demonstration of his leadership as the "boss", and he was very satisfied.

But in the eyes of Nightcrawler, Carlos, who never grows up, is wrapped in a white adult-use, oversized bathrobe, but looks more petite and cute... It's the same kind, so cute... There is no one at all To the extent that I can bear to refuse his little request!

At this time, Carlos finished washing.

He obediently put the things back in place, turned around and walked out of the bathroom happily.

With a 'bang', he suddenly fell down without any warning.

"Carlos!"

Kurt's tail stood up in fright, he threw the toothbrush and toothpaste away, and rushed over, his yellow eyes were filled with tears, and he cried out in a crying voice: "Carlos, you are scaring me!" !"

at the same time,

The students of x academy had already got up one after another and came to the restaurant.

"Hey, have you heard?"

"what?"

"Yesterday, the museum we visited was burglarized at night."

"God, no way? What about the damage? Any casualties? Any exhibits stolen?"

"This is the strange place. The casualties and so on were not shown on TV, so I don't know. However, it is said that only one exhibit was stolen."

"What exhibit?"

"It seems to be a book for some dead people...something called undead."

"The Black Book of the Dead?"

"That's right, that's it."

While listening to everyone's discussion with great interest, Katie poked the fried egg on the plate with a fork, and looked around with her smart eyes.

After a while, she asked enthusiastically, "Where are we going today? The Pharaoh's Village, or the Pyramids?"

Qin flipped through the previously planned travel brochure: "In the itinerary, it says pyramids..."

"Pyramid, sounds good," Katie said.

"Sorry, girls." Scott interrupted their conversation.

He walked up from behind the two girls with a helpless face and said, "Unfortunately, we may not be able to go anywhere today... Due to the theft of the museum, we will have to accept the routine questioning of the police later."

"Oh shit."

Katie leaned on the table: "But what does it have to do with us? Just because we visited the scene of the crime as tourists yesterday?"

"Calm down, Katie." Jean said reassuringly, "It's probably just an ordinary routine.

"Excuse me, do you... see Carlos?" Warren came over and asked at some point.

On the plate he was holding, there were only two cups of sugarcane juice: "Strange, I walked around the restaurant, why didn't I see him?"

"That would be interesting."

Katie laughed and joked, "The person who likes to eat the most didn't show up in the restaurant. What do you think is the reason?"

"There's no other reason, he's sick." Nightcrawler, who didn't know when he appeared, replied, and said worriedly: "He suddenly passed out at the door of the bathroom early in the morning. I was almost scared to death by him."

"Hey, didn't I tell you earlier..."

Scott frowned subconsciously, lowered his voice, and reminded: "Didn't I tell you earlier, keep a low profile! Keep a low profile! Have you tried to use your abilities outside as little as possible? Also, Carlos, what's wrong with him? Seriously ?"

"I don't know what's wrong with him, Mr. Hank is checking him."

Kurt drooped his tail and looked sullen.

Immediately afterwards, he explained the reason for using his ability: "When I use my ability, I am very careful and will not be discovered. The main reason is that before Carlos fainted, he still wanted that sugar cane juice. I Worry about coming late, it will be gone. Alas, he is sick, if he still can't eat what he likes, it will be too miserable."

Scott was speechless for a while, and was about to say, "It's because of your attitude that I'm used to him making all kinds of weird requests more and more every time."

But a flash of inspiration suddenly flashed across his head, and he reacted instantly, looking at the angel Warren beside him: "Don't tell me, the two glasses on your dinner plate, could it be the same..."

"Yes, Carlos 'booked'." Warren replied very candidly.

He put one hand in his pocket, the other hand casually held the dinner plate, and shrugged his shoulders freely...

At this moment,

"See Carlos?" Pyro John said 'Dang', and put the dinner plate on the table roughly.

He said with an impatient expression, "I put the sugar cane juice he asked for here. This sweet and greasy thing, what's so delicious, really."

"Tsk!" Katie couldn't help laughing out loud: "In terms of eating and drinking, his calculations are really precise!"

Because of this episode, when everyone went to visit the sick, they specially set up an oversized dinner plate with about twenty cups of sugarcane juice on it.

Among them, Cyclops, who yelled "Don't always spoil him", was Scott's contribution.

When everyone walked into the house, they found that Carlos had woken up.

He didn't look sick at all, except that his face was a little pale, his lips were a little bloodless, and he looked fragile.

Moreover, he saw the big dinner plate in the steel giant's hand at a glance, even through a layer of contact lenses, his eyes were shining brightly, and he said with a smile: "Hurry up, give me a cup first."

"You can only have two drinks at most."

Hank, the temporary doctor who was sitting by the bed, patted his head and persuaded him, "Fortunately, it didn't burn...the rest, you put them in the refrigerator for now."

"No, it won't be fresh in the refrigerator." Carlos protested.

"Do you think you are a bucket? The insatiable Carlos, even when he is sick, he is still greedy."

Scott casually insulted him, bent down, gently stretched out his hand to rub the golden curly hair, and looked at his face carefully, then turned his head, and asked again with concern: "Mr. Hank, What's wrong with him? Why did he suddenly get sick?"

"There are no sophisticated instruments here..."

Hanke sighed and said: "I can't check anything more detailed for the time being, but the current symptoms are only low-grade fever and dizziness. It doesn't seem to be a serious problem and won't affect the body. But I don't have a clue about the specific reason for the fainting." .”

Scott stood up straight.

He pondered for a while, then suddenly asked tentatively, "Carlos, don't you feel anything?"

"What do you feel?"

Carlos, who was busy fooling Nightcrawler and asked him to bring more sugarcane juice for him, was stunned for a moment, and asked inexplicably.

"...That is, did you encounter something special? Then, it triggered your illness?"

"If you put it this way..."

Carlos also seriously thought about this possibility: "I didn't sleep well at night, does it count? I slept last night, and I always felt that the pillow was uncomfortable. In my dreams, I dreamed that I was pillowing on a big hard rock..."

"Why didn't you tell me earlier if you were uncomfortable, you can change the pillow."

Hank immediately said softly, and ran to rummage through the cabinet, and took out a spare pillow, which was soft to the touch, so there should be no problem!

However, when he moved Carlos' pillow away and wanted to help him change to a more comfortable one, he was surprised to find that under the pillow, the "Stolen Last Night" "Black Book of the Dead" was lying quietly. Over there……