[Comprehensive British and American] Exchange bodies with Chaoying

I followed Logan into his car, and the car drove smoothly on the road, but the road was uneven and brought up clouds of smoke.The sun is swaying its light wantonly, and the hot earth in summer seems to be able to bake eggs, and the whole space is like a huge steamer.

But I can't feel the warmth, all I feel is the cold.

Am I their turn?

There is still such a question in my heart.

I don't know why, this time I have no confidence in the task. There is always a big rock pressing down on me, making me pay attention to it. It seems that if I don't pay attention, it will slide down and kill many creatures.

mutants, mutants...

I saved them and revived the others and it didn't seem to change anything.Their weakness starts from the concept, and once a person's concept is formed, it is the most difficult to change, and it must be subtly influenced for a long time.

what should I do?what can i do

I thought about it for a long time and found that I could only take one step at a time. I am not the kind of smart person who can make many backup plans. I can only look at the situation and make a rough analysis.I danced unskillfully on the tightrope, trembling in the hope of walking to safety.

I wish I could do better.

The car stopped, and I broke away from thinking, and looked out the window where the scenery had changed long ago.

In front of him was a huge abandoned warehouse, and there were no people in the area for several miles. I don't know why the warehouse was chosen to be built here in the first place.

The warehouse is covered with barbed wire, and there are a few things that I don't know the function of. I think it may be a reminder, to alert people to the danger from outside.

"Come down." Logan opened the car door and said hoarsely.

I jumped out of the car.The heat wave hits the face, and its dryness seems to have entered the desert in an instant.I rubbed my face uncomfortably.

Logan led me to walk in, and I also looked at the environment more carefully on the way, because I think familiarity with the environment will always have an advantage in the final battle.

Yeah, I never thought that duels would be avoided.This is an endless war.

Looking at the desolate scene in front of him, the memories that had been suppressed deep in his mind by the torrent of time emerged again, and the fog was wiped away, revealing a clear inside.

I compared it with the reality one by one, and found that it was still light.

Movies go out of their way to be emotional most of the time, but even when it's done emotionally, it just doesn't look good enough when it's put into reality.

Is there anything more touching than reality?

Logan pushed open the rusted iron door, and the iron door scratched against the ground, making a piercing sound, like fingernails scratching glass. After hearing it once, I never wanted to hear it again.

"Charles," he called to the man in the center with his back turned to him in a wheelchair, and I could tell that Logan had deliberately softened his tone.My heart began to beat violently.

Charles turned around.

I looked at Charles and couldn't help crying.

This is one of the most powerful mutants, this is a leader, how can people not sigh with emotion when he has become like this?

Once again, I clearly saw the power of time.

Charles's face was covered with wrinkles, but his expression didn't change, he was still gentle and peaceful: "Logan, you this time...huh?"

He noticed me.He winked at me.

Logan introduced first: "I met a...a little mutant."

He didn't go into too much detail, and I think he didn't want Charles to worry about it anymore.After all, it's a lot of trouble if you talk about it in detail.

Logan glanced at me again, and I instantly understood what he meant.

--name.

To be honest, it's a bit embarrassing to not know the name after talking for so long, but we didn't think about it at the time.Maybe it's because we know that names don't matter that much a lot of the time.A name is just a code name.

"Mo Sheng."

I answered with my real name.

I don't like making up pseudonyms, and I'm not playing the vest game.And the reaction to fake celebrities is not as fast as real names, at least only your real name will you instinctively look there when you hear it inadvertently.So in the mission, all the superheroes I told were their real names.

"Mo Sheng." Charles said my name over and over.My name is common, but he pronounces it unusually.Whatever name he pronounces can make him unique.

"Welcome."

Saying so, he stretched out his arms to me.

I stepped forward and hugged him with emotion.

I heard Charles whisper to me, "Thank you for helping us, thank you very much."

I was a little surprised, so I looked up at Charles in astonishment.

Charles still smiled gently: "I heard it all, you know I can hear it."

Ah, yes, he could hear it.

Although I remember that Charles' ability was out of control at this time, and he couldn't easily capture people's thoughts as usual, but it was just a movie after all, and there are always differences between movies and reality.Hearing should be commonplace.

I hope these comings and goings are all good ones, and I hope that the storm brought about by the flapping of my little butterfly will bring precipitation to the dry areas.

Logan introduced me to Caliban again, and Caliban smiled at me softly, as did Charles.

They were all very gentle with me, treated me as a companion, and didn't have any questions about me.

Is there really no question for me?

I think there are, they just don't care.

Hey, life is so hard and one has to learn to ignore a lot of things.It is necessary to make more partners and fewer enemies.

To be honest, I rarely show hostility without clear information. After all, the reality is so complicated that many people have something to hide.

I spent a few days quietly in this place, helping Logan with some things every day, and then chatting with Charles and Caliban, which was very relaxing.

I used the chat skills I had learned and gained a lot in no time.

However, the more I know, the less confident I become.The ignorant are fearless, and when they don't know the danger in the dense forest, the warriors always hold up their long swords and compete with their partners in high spirits.

One person cannot fight against the whole world.

What's more, there is no clear right or wrong in many things.

Realizing this, I started the next step plan, or adjusted the next step plan.After all, my original plan was too rational.

"Charles," I called, walking up to Charles, who was still looking at the several-holed ceiling, "I have something to do."

Charles turned his wheelchair and looked at me with blue eyes full of life wisdom: "What is it?"

I smiled: "Don't you know that I have the ability to heal?"

"Therapy..." Charles thought for a moment.

It should be that the clouds blocked the sun, and the beam of light passing through the hole quickly turned into a shadow, but it didn't take long for it to be a beam of light again.

"So including me?"

"Of course." I nodded, "Including you."

Charles tapped his fingers on the wheelchair, I didn't interrupt his continued thinking.

"Has this affected you in any way?" he asked after a long while.

"No effect, this is my ability." I snapped my fingers. Although the action of snapping my fingers always reminds me of that bad thing, I still like this action regardless of that point. "Is it possible to use the ability?" What restrictions."

Then I walked closer and put my hand on Charles' shoulder: "Professor, you deserve it."

"It's been decades, and this kind of thing is decades late."

Charles sighed and didn't answer me directly: "It's been a long time since anyone called me a professor...since that happened."

I am indifferent, I know that from my position I cannot make a correct evaluation of this matter, all I know about it is a few sketches and words.

But I know it must be hard to kill someone I care about.

The light green warm light still poured out slowly from my palm and entered Charles' body.When I close my eyes, I seem to be able to see the light green light running in Charles' body.

I don't know what it's like to heal, and I can heal anyone but myself.I think this is the only downside of this skill.

But looking at Charles's relaxed brows, I think it should be pretty good, after all, it's the first time I've seen such comfort on him.

After the treatment reached a certain stage, I let go of my hand. The treatment of this kind of old injury cannot be done overnight, and it needs to be done step by step.Even if my energy is enough, Charles' body may not be able to bear it.

I was about to say goodbye and go to Caliban when Charles held my hand.

I stopped, looked at him quizzically, and blinked.

"You're a good boy." Charles looked very serious, as if this was some kind of promise.

I smiled: "Thank you."

Many people say that I am a good boy, of course, I think so myself.While I'm generally out of my child's age, it's always nice to hear people say I'm young.

Caliban's treatment process was the same as that of Charles, but we chatted longer in the middle.Caliban is more talkative than I thought.

"Looking at you, you should have lived a very stable life in the past, right?" Caliban asked casually, looking at the door.The door wasn't quite closed and there was a ray of sunlight there.He looked at the sun as if it was some kind of long-awaited treasure.

"Is it safe? Of course it is very safe." I replied.

Happiness is definitely not counted, but I have to admit that my life is not bad.Although the family that adopted me was not very enthusiastic about me, but I am not their own, so what can I expect?

At least they gave me food and clothes, and took me out to play from time to time.Many hands-on parents may not be able to do it.

"When I was young, I also hoped that one day I would no longer have to hide... I still hope so now." Caliban sighed, full of nostalgia, "but I don't know that day will come."

My healing action paused invisibly, and I thought this little action was only known to me: "There will always be a day, after all, things are constantly moving forward, aren't they?"

Caliban smiled, and I could tell that his smile was bitter, but there was still a trace of vitality in it: "Yes, there will always be a day."

But in fact, that day came very slowly, and we waited for a long time.

At this time, we didn't think about it, or we didn't want to think about it. If that day really comes, can we wait for it?

How miserable it was to have waited so long for nothing.

No one can give an accurate answer to this question. It will take time to verify, or maybe time will not be able to verify it.