I haven't been a big brother for many years

what happened?

It was like Alice fell down the rabbit hole.

The difference is that Ryan only had time to adjust his posture a little while he was falling, before he hit the ground.

He took advantage of the trend and rolled on the ground, somewhat buffering his strength.But because he was defenseless, he looked very embarrassed.A well-tailored suit was rolled into a mess.

"Lian Black." A man in a red cloak and strange clothes, who looked like a medieval man, flew towards him slowly. Yes, he was floating in the air.

Magnetic levitation device?Power suspension?

Ryan stood up, half-closed his scarlet eyes, "Who are you?"

He subconsciously put on a defensive posture, and the man in front of him made the crisis consciousness that had saved him many times give him another violent reaction.

But he didn't feel any hostility from the man in front of him.

"Relax, I don't want to hurt you."

This gentleman-looking man stopped in front of Ryan: "I am Doctor Strange, and my duty is to protect the earth. I have a lot to say, and we can sit down and talk."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ryan was already pressed down on a chair by an irresistible force, and the man with a mustache who called himself Doctor Strange was sitting opposite him.

Ryan raised his eyebrows in surprise, he did not question the "duty is to protect the earth".He just became more and more vigilant: "Doctor? Have the current PhDs broken the laws of physics? Could this be technology?"

Stephen Strange didn't answer his question, but crossed his hands on his chest, and said gently, "What do you want to drink?"

Ryan: "...milk?"

A cup appeared out of nowhere in his hand, and it was filled with white milk with a milky fragrance, so full that even the slightest movement of breathing would make the milk pour out.He can now be sure that this is not technology, no technology can do this.

"Of course this is not technology, nor is it some kind of hallucinogen." Doctor Strange changed to a more comfortable sitting position.

"I didn't expect you to like drinking milk." Doctor Strange's tone seemed to mock that he was completely out of adult preferences.But Lane thinks he just wants to talk about something to lighten the mood.

"Healthier." And the unexpected choice makes it easier to reduce the probability of being passive.Ryan shrugged: "So, can we get to the point?"

"Of course." Doctor Strange looked into his scarlet eyes, "You have a very special necklace, don't you?"

He didn't ignore Ryan's tense muscles like a cat with fur.He reassured, "Relax, sir. I don't mean to take it away. It's not something valuable or unusual."

Ryan withdrew his hand that was already in his pocket and wanted to take out the gun, and provoked a not-so-friendly smile.He took a sip of the milk, and the milky white liquid left some reflective marks on the corners of his lips.

He didn't believe that the doctor had just mentioned it by chance.

"Then what do you want? Doctor."

The temperature of the milk is just right, if it is too much, it will be hot, and if it is too little, it will lose its warm and mellow aroma.

When his lips left the edge of the glass, the milk he drank in the milk glass increased little by little and returned to the original full state of overflowing.

Ryan's bright red eyes darkened.In the face of such things that cannot be explained by science, he has no chance of winning now.

"Just let me see it." Doctor Strange spread his palms up in front of Ryan, beckoning Ryan to hand it to him quickly.

Ryan silently unbuttoned his cuffs, pulled off the black chain wrapped around his forearm, and held it in his hand.

The silver ball hanging on the black thread suddenly flashed a little green light.It's so fast that people think it's an illusion.

Ryan hesitated for a few seconds before finally handing it to Doctor Strange.

Stephen took the necklace and looked at it carefully: "Sure enough."

The surrounding scene suddenly changed, like a Harry Potter apparition.It was just a much improved version, and Ryan hardly felt any discomfort.

The place they came to was like an exhibition museum, with tables on display and glass cabinets containing some strange shapes that Ryan had never seen before.

But the light here is very dark, it should be a basement or attic or something.The shelves on the wall are full of books.

Ryan raised his eyebrows indistinctly, and he found that he was still holding a porcelain cup full of milk in his hand.

"We escaped from that group of terrorists, even if we almost died there." Tony ignored Bruce's suggestion.

"I applied to the military and brought him back to New York.

I hope he can go to Massachusetts for further study, so I wrote a letter of recommendation.My mentor accepted him.

Although Ryan didn't speak much at the time, he was still a very obedient kid. My mentor often called me to praise him.God, I never heard him exaggerate me like that when I was studying under him. "

"A lot of things happened during that time. The company sold weapons to terrorists and made dirty blood buns. Ryan helped me make a gadget at that time, a shield."

Tony smiled, his eyes full of nostalgia: "I told him this idea is really rubbish, everyone has made laser shields."

He looked at Bruce: "Actually, his shield is very beautiful, you know. Most laser shields are just shields, shields made of light screens. But he is different. He made a shield with a spear. He A shield made of attacking laser beams."

"Later, this gadget, which I laughed at for being uncreative, saved my life."

"And then he said goodbye to me on the grounds that he was not suitable for research." Tony had drunk a lot, but he continued.

Bruce knew the story had come to an end.

"He served under a pseudonym and didn't tell me his real name 'Lane Black' until he left. I knew it was him, the last boy in the Black family. My mother's sister, married to Bender Black. It was Lane's father, but my grandfather disapproved of the marriage and removed her from the family tree."

"I should have helped him." Tony finally couldn't bear it, and tears welled up in his eyes.

"But I didn't, I didn't..."

At this time, a red shadow suddenly broke in: "Mr. Stark, the gentleman outside just now..."

Tony Stark quickly put on Iron Man's mask to block his embarrassment.

"Ryan?" Bruce stood up, looking at him sternly.

"What's up with him?"

"I don't know, I, a ring of fire suddenly appeared under his feet." He gestured indiscriminately: "It's like the kind of ring of fire that a circus lion drills into."

ring of fire

Bruce and Iron Man looked at each other, heart hanging.

"And then he fell."

Bruce quickly took out his phone and turned on the locator.

Doctor Strange took down an old book with yellowed pages and turned it over, muttering to himself, "Let me find the spell."

Ryan cut him off. "Wait, Doctor. Can you tell me what you're doing with that?"

"There is a disturbed time on it, and it doesn't work now. If you want the time to be on the right track, you need to add some small spells to it." Doctor Strange looked up at him from the book, and said: "And You, will give him to the right person at the right time."

Ryan widened his eyes and finally understood the cause of the matter.

"I will. Thank you, Doctor." He restrained his surprise, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly.He is sincerely grateful to the doctor for his help.

Doctor Strange made a weird gesture with his hands, and the pendant on his chest seemed to be poked to reveal a gemstone that exuded a gleaming green light.

He frowned: "Correct me, I'm not helping you. I'm just correcting the cause and effect of time."

"Of course." Ryan nodded.

Doctor Strange snorted coldly and chanted a series of spells.

Suddenly, the light of the gemstone began to flicker.Green magic disks appeared in both hands of Doctor Strange, and the necklace with the silver balls trembled with his movements, also emitting a dazzling green light.

Beads of sweat appeared on Doctor Strange's forehead, he frowned tightly, and the magic circuits in his hands became clearer and brighter.

Ryan couldn't help but take a few steps forward, even though he couldn't help.

As time progressed, the green light on the silver ball gradually shrank, but became brighter and brighter, and finally completely merged into the ball without vibrating anymore.

Doctor Strange breathed a sigh of relief, if it weren't for the cloak and Ryan to help him, he would almost collapse on the ground.He handed the silver ball to Ryan, and made a rare apology: "Sorry, I don't have the energy to send you back."

He was so tired, as tired as he was after a 48-hour surgical operation a few years ago, and felt that he would die suddenly on the operating table in the next second.

Ryan passed under his arm, put his arm on his shoulder, supported most of his weight, and helped him to sit down by the sofa: "I understand. Take a break, doctor. You are tired gone."

Doctor Strange ignored him, and he leaned back in his chair with his eyes closed, looking as if he was asleep.

Ryan sighed, he took off Doctor Strange's cloak, and gently covered him.He found a pen and paper to write a note, and placed it on the small table next to Doctor Strange.Turn around and leave.

The little silver ball hangs around his neck, but it seems like the whole world hangs around his neck.

heavy.

"You put a locator on him?" Those drinks wouldn't make Tony Stark drunk.The events of the present moment brought Tony to his senses.Tony suppressed his anger and questioned Bruce.

Bruce didn't answer, just quietly looked at the small yellow dot on the locator until their position coincided with the small yellow dot.

The three of them were already standing in front of the door of 177A Brick Street, and the little spider turned his head: "Are you sure this is here?" No matter how he looked at it, he just felt that this was an ordinary building, and there was nothing strange about it.

"Shouldn't there be some sphinxes or thestrals leading us to the castle like in the movie? Or it's okay to take a boat, I don't mind..."

Bruce Wayne and Tony Stark turned their heads to stare at him, Peter paused, and raised his hands in surrender: "Okay, okay, I won't say anything."

Bruce raised his eyebrows, put on a playboy cynical smile, picked up a card he had just written on 177A Brick Street, and walked a few steps forward to the door.

Just as he was about to ring the doorbell, the very quaint door opened slowly, and Ryan's iconic hair appeared behind the door.

In those bright red eyes, surprise first appeared, mixed with a little bit of joy.

But in an instant, he was covered by the shallow anger that emerged, and he said in a deep voice: "You installed a locator on me?"

When Tony questioned him just now, Bruce didn't feel anything and didn't explain.

But now, he felt as if a needle had been poked in his heart.