Which one is better if the officials are forced to die together [Comprehensive British and American]

Carl quickly browsed through the information, and James sent him a few messages telling him that he had received quite a few scripts recently, and he selected some that he was very satisfied with and sent them to Carl's email.

After reading each of the scripts, Carl wrote back telling James he didn't want any of them; then came a message from Elson, who told him that a director's cut of Sherlock Holmes was out and transmitted to the Al mansion In his private theater, when he nodded and approved, he immediately started arranging the screening promotion.

"Boss," said Rao at this moment, and he seemed to realize suddenly, "I see what you mean."

Carl thought to himself that it took you so long to understand, it was completely beyond my expectation.

"Because I mentally categorized them as friends, I thought at first I had to pass some kind of test... I don't know, that is, only ordinary people who are different can be my friends, but in fact, I shouldn't think so much." Rao looked at Carl, "I just need to get along with them now and be ordinary friends with them. I don't need to tell them my secrets, and they don't need to tell me theirs."

He still had something to say, why didn't Laura simply give up like this when other people stopped approaching him after he showed a quiet and distant attitude?

Laura had been trying to get into his stride.

"Correct." Carl laughed. Rao's slight confusion seemed to be seen in his eyes, but he didn't seem to take it to heart. He just stuffed the phone in his arms, "Let's go, Rao, go see your phone." The room is on the first floor, my downstairs."

Rao knew as soon as he walked in the door that he would like his room.

Quiet atmosphere, open layout, soft bed, opposite the bed is a desk with a light-colored wooden bookshelf on the table, looking out from the window is a clump of delicately trimmed gardenia shrubs.

Most importantly, Superman is here.

Then he will be here too.

After a lapse of several months, Superman once again landed on the lawn of Xavier College.

It's the weekend now, there are no classes, and the little mutants who are homeless and can only stay in the school are playing football on the playground, and the arrival of Superman has not attracted much attention.

Karl looked at these young people from a distance. The happy smiles on their faces made him feel much better. In order not to disturb these children, he only stayed here for a short time before flying to the school gate. On the top floor, gently knocked on Professor X's window.

"Come in, Superman." Professor X's voice was gentle and relaxed.

The window was not locked, and Carl pushed it open, and flew into this warm, very cozy office. The professor was sitting behind the desk, with an ancient book open in front of him.

He smiled slightly, with a calm and relaxed expression. His face was already old, but his eyes were still so young, shining with wisdom and warmth.

"Long time no see, Charles." Carl said first, "I think you also know about Rao. He is now working in the Al Group—and I am his immediate boss. My name is Karl Al."

"I can't say I'm surprised by that, after you told me your name explicitly, Karl."

Carl did not continue on this topic, he said: "Angela is 15 years old, isn't she? I think she can start thinking about what university to go to in the future."

"I've asked her for her opinion, but she doesn't want to go to university. She hopes to stay here in the future and sort out the abilities of those mutants who have riots—her talent is amazing, Carl, you know, mutants have never been able to It is accepted by society because of the uncontrollability of mutant abilities, and Angela's appeasement is permanent, and none of the mutants who calm down after her appeasement have the experience of a second riot."

Mutant power riots are a problem too serious to ignore.

Because mutant abilities themselves appear when mutants are extremely agitated, fearful, or under serious security threats. In essence, mutant abilities depend on emotions, and emotions are the most difficult thing to control.

There is such an example in reality, an old mutant was greatly frightened by the hallucinations produced by mental illness, and the riot of mutant ability killed his two nurses and his little grandson who just turned six years old, and this The mutant couldn't accept such an ending after regaining consciousness briefly, and committed suicide by drinking a bullet.

"And Angela's appeasement can prevent such things from happening again. We don't know exactly how she did it. Hank is still researching."

Carl raised his eyebrows slightly: "Charles, do you remember that when I brought her back, you helped every mutant sort out their brains, but you didn't help Angela? You told me that her mental state was very normal. "

"Yes, her mood is very stable." The professor nodded slightly, "Then I didn't go deep into her thinking, and Angela didn't like to accept such an examination, in fact, she hated all examinations—— That's the case with kids in general, and it makes it very difficult to do physical exams for them."

"I understand." Carl said, "I wish I could talk to Angela, can I?"

The professor smiled. "Of course, I think she would be happy to talk to you."

"Are you afraid that I will kidnap someone?"

"Superman still needs to abduct people?" The professor laughed, "Now Xavier College is full of your people! My principal is not as popular as you."

"Don't praise me too much, Charles." Carl laughed too.

He said goodbye to the professor and walked slowly down the stairs by himself, his smile disappearing as he walked.

Angela is now staying in a small remote garden of Xavier College. Among the many gardens of Xavier College, it is small and not cleverly designed. There are no rare flowers and beautifully carved fountains, and the location is still very remote, so No one ever comes here.

Didn't meet a single person along the way.

Today's sky is very clear, and the clear stream is dotted on the green grass, shining with waves arranged neatly like fish scales.

"I miss you, Superman," Angela said softly.

She is 15 years old, but she still looks like an undeveloped child in terms of voice and body. She is sitting on an old wooden chair in a beautiful light-colored floral skirt, with small lace-up shoes on her feet, and a childish look. Lace stockings.

She turned her head and looked over, like a long shot in a movie.

"You can call me Kai, Angela." Carl softened his voice, and he walked to Angela's side, "Can I sit here?"

"Hmm." Angela whispered.

After sitting down, Carl didn't speak for a long time.

"I've heard a lot about you." Angela took the initiative to say, "They all say that you are very strong and that you have never failed."

"Oh... little angel, no one is so strong that they never fail, I just hide my failure well."

Angela looked at Carl, her eyes showed a moving azure blue when the weather was clear, "Is something wrong? Your breath is very unstable."

Gently, she put her hand on Carl's knee.

A quiet and serene frequency came from her palm. Carl looked at Angela, and never realized Angela's reliability and strength like this moment. Converging in her universe, her thoughts and beliefs are out of reach, and her breath is so thin and steady——

Carl snapped back to his senses.

"You're too tired, Kai." Angela withdrew her hand. She lowered her eyes and quietly watched a small flower that was particularly eye-catching among the flowers because of its incompleteness.

"...do you do that to everyone else?" Karl asked her, "to give them some part of yourself, your stability, your faith, your love—your love for me. You To make them love me like you love me?"

"I just gave them a little seed," Angela said. "All I can do is give it away. They can reject it, they can kill it, but no one does that."

"You could just give them stability."

"I only give them stability, they ask me for more." Angela said, "They always ask for more and always ask for better, but you refuse to ask for anything. Don't you need me? ?”

Carl didn't speak. He bent down and hugged the girl. Angela's indifferent expression moved slightly. She opened her arms and wrapped them around Carl.

"I have a secret to tell you." Carl said in Angela's ear.

"What is it?"

"I'm not a mutant." Carl lowered his voice, "I'm an alien."

"..."

"I have a secret."

"...what is it?"

"You're not a mutant either."

Angela laughed silently: "I'm an alien too?"

"Not quite, little angel, you're half an alien."

When Carl left at the end, he didn't know if Angela believed what he said, because Angela just pursed her lips and smiled.

Her eyes are very big, the distance between them is slightly wide, the tip of her nose is turned up, but the bridge of her nose is a bit collapsed. She is born with a face that is too childish to be blamed. After so many years, she is still as petite as if she just came to Xavier College. People are too quiet, so there are no friends in the academy with whom she can talk.

Carl was once worried about what might be wrong with Angela. It wasn't that he thought too much. People who have experienced too much torture like this and have a particularly stable mental state have a high probability that they can behave like this because their minds have been completely distorted. Amazingly calm and stable.

The professor may have similar worries, so when Angela behaved out of tune with the whole academy, he just slightly blamed the people around Angela and encouraged Angela to talk more with the people around him, and then nothing happened. Too involved.

But even Carl himself didn't expect that Angela had half alien blood.

Presumably it was the human part of her that protected her identity, and those labs failed to detect her problem.

Human beings' understanding of races in the universe is still too shallow.

They don't know that there are many aliens with mimic function that are actually hidden among human beings, or that those aliens cannot be seen by human vision at all, nor can they be detected by human instruments.