[Comprehensive British and American] Emanuel the autistic

"who are you?"

As soon as this remark came out, the entire office fell into silence.

After a long while, Emmanuel smiled, and he said in a relaxed tone: "You are really extraordinary."

"You are the eyes I saw 15 years ago, right?" Charles calmed down.

The unidentified visitor in front of him didn't seem to be hostile, which instead made him a little curious about the purpose of the other party coming to him.

Is it because of that glimpse 15 years ago?

Emanuel was noncommittal, turned his face slightly, looked at the furnishings of the entire office, and said, "Compared to 15 years ago, your place has not changed much."

"It hasn't changed for hundreds of years," Charles said.

"Very good." Emanuel said, and there seemed to be some sighs in his words, "I used to have an old house like this, but I failed to protect it."

"Aren't you considering rebuilding?"

"That's exactly what I mean." Emmanuel said, his eyes were withdrawn from the furnishings in the room, and he looked at Charles quietly, "I am a nostalgic person, and so are you, right?"

"Of course, otherwise I wouldn't have lived here for so many years." Charles said, "This house has also been damaged, but it will be fine after being rebuilt."

"It can't be seen that it has been rebuilt." Emmanuel praised.

"Because there is an old friend with special ability to help." Charles chuckled.

Emanuel also smiled: "Those who are capable can always live more comfortably."

"That's not necessarily true." Charles said, he looked up at Emanuel, and said quite seriously: "Some will be worse."

Emanuel knew the past situation of their mutants, so he didn't continue talking about this topic. He skipped the question lightly and said, "I came to you today to ask some questions, some... I thought you might know the answer to the question."

"If I know the answer, I will be happy to answer it for you." Charles said softly.

"..." Emanuel glanced at Charles in surprise, smiled and said, "You are really easy to talk to."

"is it?"

"Well..." Emmanuel nodded, "After all, the most expensive thing in this universe... is knowledge."

Charles lowered his eyes and smiled: "I don't know much, and it's not expensive. Besides, imparting knowledge is also my profession."

Emanuel didn't say anything more when he heard the words, but went straight to the topic. His blue eyes shone with deep light, his body leaned forward slightly, and he said in an obviously eager tone: "You understand the human soul. How many?"

"Soul?" Charles frowned.

"You can communicate directly with the soul, right?" Emmanuel said, "Your soul is also incredibly strong, and you can even look at me without defense... How did you do it? "

"..." Charles seemed a little surprised, he paused for a long time before saying: "That is an innate ability, and I don't think my ability is too closely connected with the soul, I prefer to call it the soul Or spirit."

After all, the soul is too distant, too vague, too mysterious a concept.

"Spirit..." Emmanuel seemed to be in a trance for a while, but soon came back to his senses and said, "If the soul or spirit is annihilated, can there be salvation?"

Charles frowned: "You mean death?"

"No..." Emanuel's denial blurted out, he was stunned for a moment, and then he was defeated by Charles' puzzled eyes, sighed and said, "Yes, I mean death."

"If preparations are made before death, real death may be avoided, such as the transfer of consciousness."

After thinking for a moment, Charles said, "But this requires preparation in advance. If it is someone who has already died, there is nothing you can do about it."

Emanuel was silent for a moment, stretched out his hand, and a cube the size of a dice slowly appeared on the palm of his hand.

In the cube, a faint golden halo is floating.

The moment Charles' eyes touched the cube, he couldn't help standing up, with wonder in his eyes.

"This is..." he murmured.

"Is there any help in this situation?" Emanuel asked.

His tone sounded calm, but Charles felt the tide of sadness in his heart, and the small anticipation of his last hope.

Charles was stunned for a full minute, and Emanuel did not speak, and the two remained relatively silent, without saying a word.

After a while, Charles said in a hoarse voice, "This is Stark's..."

With his ability, it is natural to see the current situation of the cube at a glance.

A soul that hovers on the brink of death and will perish immediately if released.

"Yes..." Emmanuel nodded.

"..." Charles sat back on the chair, his expression was a little dazed, and after a while, he said softly, "I'm sorry..."

He cannot be saved.

It is simply impossible to restore a nearly annihilated soul out of thin air.

He looked up at Emanuel, and clearly saw the little spark named "Hope" in those deep blue eyes extinguished the moment he apologized.

"It's okay..." Emmanuel said, "I'll think of a way."

"If you need my help, please be sure to contact me." Charles said, he was obviously depressed because of this incident, "We... owe him."

"Don't say that." Emanuel said, and Charles could feel that his mood was still low and confused.

Even himself, a bystander, could feel the pain that almost tore him apart.

But Emmanuel still maintained a calm tone and a cold expression, as if he was talking about something that had nothing to do with him."I don't think he wants to make you feel owed either," he said.

Charles: "You're right, sorry."

The cube disappeared in Emmanuel's palm. He stood up, as if he was about to leave, looked around Charles' room, and asked suddenly: "Professor, if one day your financial crisis occurs, will you auction it off?" Drop this old house?"

This sudden question made Charles stunned for a moment, and then replied: "Maybe, but I will definitely redeem it after the capital turnover comes back."

"And what if it's been razed by buyers?"

"Then buy the land back and rebuild it brick by brick," Charles said.

"Even if you have to pay several times the price?"

"Even if you have to pay several times the price." Charles said firmly, and after he finished speaking, he smiled slightly: "After all, we are all nostalgic people."

"Then what if this land is razed by the buyer and an orphanage with many children is rebuilt?" Emanuel asked the last question with a blank expression.

"..." Charles was silent. After a long while, he said, "I won't let this kind of thing happen. If it really happens...I think I will make concessions. It's okay to rebuild in another place."

Emmanuel's somewhat distracted eyes seemed to have regained focus, and he refocused on Charles, and said to him, "Thank you..."

This sentence is very sincere.

Charles also heard it. He knew that he hadn't helped anything, so he said: "Emanuel, you...you don't have to hide your emotions all the time. I have discovered since I met you that you never like your emotions to leak out." , which is not a good thing."

Emmanuel smiled.

He said: "Charles, whenever I did something bad when I was a child, as long as I showed a little guilty expression, I would be caught by my father. So, from a very young age, I told myself—"

"Always keep a poker face, especially if you're going to do something bad. It's probably become a habit."

"But you haven't done anything bad, have you?" Charles said subconsciously.

The Emmanuel Green he knows is a young entrepreneur with an admirably clean resume. He is upright, intelligent, capable but also has a bottom line. Everyone who knows him has to say a word of convincing.

However, as soon as the words came out, Charles realized something was wrong.

The person in front of him was not the Emmanuel Green he knew.

What the young Emmanuel didn't do didn't mean that this being that couldn't be called a human didn't do it.

Emmanuel shook his head and said, "I'm not as kind as you imagined... I was going to do it, but you dismissed my idea. That's why I want to thank you."

Charles was stunned for a moment, not knowing how he dispelled the thought of this universe-level being doing bad things.

"Sorry to bother you." Emanuel got up and left before Charles could react, "If you have any difficulties, you can also contact me, and I will help as much as possible."

Charles nodded: "You are always welcome to be a guest."

Emmanuel turned and left the office.

When he was walking in the corridor of Xavier Gifted Youth School, his expression was a little dazed, as if the conversation with Charles just now had dealt him quite a blow.

After tonight's shooting, he suddenly had some ideas.Perhaps, he can transform the souls of some criminals into pure soul energy, and then supply it to Tony's soul to maintain his life and allow him to recover his vitality within a certain period of time.

But the person whose soul is drawn will die.

And it will be a painful death.

He will crystallize according to the degree of extraction of the soul, and during this process, he will also maintain a certain degree of sobriety, soberly watching the life flow from his body, and soberly watching his body turn into powder little by little.

Emmanuel had experienced crystallization, and it was only a very slight superficial crystallization, and he knew how painful it was.

Moreover, due to the low conversion rate, hundreds, thousands or even more souls are needed as nourishment to maintain the survival of one soul, which will make the supported soul a flower rooted in tears and blood.

As Emanuel said when he asked Charles the last question.

What if the price of reconstruction is to destroy more lives?

Emanuel doesn't know the answer to that question.

But Charles said he would give up.

The moment he said that sentence, Emanuel suddenly understood—he should also give up.

Even if he really uses this method to bring Tony back to life, I'm afraid Tony can't wait to blast him into the Mariana Trench with one shot.

Because he knew very well that in the face of this problem, Tony would definitely choose to give up without hesitation, just like he chose the former without hesitation when facing the balance between the world and his own life.

Before he knew it, Emmanuel had already walked into the garden outside the school.

A gust of evening wind blew, and he suddenly felt a little cool on his face.

So he reached out and touched his face, the place where his hands were wet and cold reminded him of the 15 years he spent unconsciously in the deep dark sea when he fell into a coma.

15...

None of this would have happened if he had woken up earlier, even if it had only been a day, an hour, or even a minute earlier.

Thinking of this, he suddenly came to his senses, looked at the water marks on his palm, and froze for a moment.

—Is he crying?

He stood there without moving for a long time, until he heard heavy footsteps from his side, mixed with the crisp sound of metal impact, he turned around and looked at the sound wave coming towards him.

Soundwave didn't speak, just looked at him quietly.

Emmanuel noticed the doubts and concerns contained in the pair of inorganic optical mirrors. He didn't explain anything, but said softly: "Let's go..."

"Where?"

"It doesn't matter..." Emanuel said, his voice was so soft that it almost disappeared in the evening wind, "I just want to see this world."

This beautiful world he bought with his life.

I take your soul, take you, and see the world with my own eyes.

虽然但是……感情线无虐，再过几章就好了，莫方感谢在2020-08-2119:53:18-2020-08-2219:04:10期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦——

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