Chaoying Psychotherapist [Zhongyingmei]

Cynthia tumbled onto another sofa.

This sofa was obviously much harder than the one in the suite. Cynthia fell from the hole in the ceiling and hit it, and couldn't help but let out an "ah".

"Oh, God...! Strange!" She frantically stabilized her body, glaring at Doctor Strange who landed leisurely beside her.

"What?" Doctor Strange's expression was calm, even with a trace of innocence, as if there was nothing wrong with what he just did.

"What are you doing??" Cynthia whispered incredulously, "My God, Bruce must be mad right now!"

"If it wasn't for him—your little 'bat' boyfriend staring at me over there, as if he was going to punch me at any moment, I wouldn't have made such a big move." Strange's tone was unwavering, "Besides , your treatment is much better than the last person who fell like this."

"?" Cynthia couldn't help asking, "The last person who fell? Who was it?"

Doctor Strange: "Cthulhu Loki."

Cynthia: "..."

Doctor Strange: "He fell for three and 10 minutes, and finally fell straight to the ground."

Cynthia: "..."

The appearance of the green-eyed god of lies emerged in Cynthia's mind, and she couldn't help but sympathize with him for a second.

At the same time, after looking around, she realized that she was in a very ancient and mysterious place.

Dim lights, woody incense, ancient books extending to the wall, sunlight reflected from the complicated carved glass windows, the empty and tall hall is full of cultural relics in glass showcases.

Cynthia even caught a glimpse of the cloak of the Egyptian god Best, and the hideous stone statue of a dragon head in China.

Before she could take a closer look, Doctor Strange pulled her up from the sofa, and when she stood still, he casually said: "Speaking of Loki... do you know that you are the disruptor of the world's fate line? ?”

Cynthia was startled suddenly.

"...What?" She frowned slowly, "What is...'disruptor of the fate line'...?"

She didn't understand what Doctor Strange said, no matter from the connection between the first half sentence and the second half sentence, or from the meaning of the sentence itself.

"follow me."

As Doctor Strange said, he led her around a corner and came to a huge round glass transom.

It is said to be a transom, but it is actually more like a transparent and convex astrolabe.Sunlight shines through the gaps in the patterns, outlining mysterious marks and star trails.

Doctor Strange pointed to the astrolabe and said to her: "According to the instructions of the celestial bodies, the trajectory of this world was originally like this."

His fingertips traced a broken line strung together by stars in the void, and each star was a turning point, extending straight forward to the unextendable nothingness.

"Then."

said Doctor Strange.

"You fell from Asgard and were born into the world."

He made a gesture in the air, and then flicked lightly, the hollowed-out astrolabe suddenly shook and split into several rings, except for the middle ones, all of which started to "rumbling".

Dust flies in the sun.

Finally, with a "click", the astrolabe stopped again.

The star trails shown above are completely different from before.

"You are the star."

Doctor Strange said, pointing with his finger, a small light spot in the middle lit up faintly, exuding a brightness that cannot be ignored.

"Everything has changed since you started," he said. "The original star trails have been messed up and condensed into a new line that never existed before. Now, the world is following this new line." Go forward, even the Ragnarok of Asgard has been downplayed by you to the point of nothingness."

Cynthia slowly opened her eyes wide.

"...me?" she murmured, "did I do all this? . . . just me?"

"Physically speaking, you are the only one." Doctor Strange turned to look at her, and said firmly, "You and the existence in your mind have their own abilities derived from fate, and now they have fallen into the world and merged into one Together, it should have such an impact. After Wu Ni revived you, this impact will be even greater, and it can almost be said to be an earth-shaking change."

Cynthia was stunned for a long time, raised her eyes to meet his gaze, and couldn't help inquiring: "Do you know all these things clearly? What are you doing now?"

Doctor Strange raised an eyebrow.

"It's a long story." He said flatly, "In short, according to your guidance, I went through a series of extremely stupid things, and finally became here—the guardian of the New York Temple."

He shrugged: "Oh, by the way, he also became a new generation of supreme mage."

Cynthia: "... oh..."

"You don't understand, I know. You don't need to understand." Doctor Strange didn't mean to explain to her at all, "In short, my current duty is fate, so I will know more about it."

After a pause, his eyes looked at Cynthia again, with a hint of a smile in his eyes: "When I first saw you, you told me so many plausible and stupid things, all of which were related to fate—thanks to my previous school days I always thought you were the observer of the fate line. Unexpectedly, when I really understood fate and looked at its trajectory, the interferer I found was actually you."

Cynthia couldn't help touching her nose.

"I didn't know you were going to study fate after that either. What a sad coincidence."

While talking, she looked along the star trail.In the end, it is nothingness.

She paused for a while, and couldn't help asking: "Then... after I intervened, has the fate of the world changed for the better, or...?"

Doctor Strange paused.

He looked at her, held up a finger, and smiled.

Cynthia: "...?"

Cynthia frowned and asked, "What do you mean?"

Doctor Strange shook his head, "No, nothing."

Cynthia: "???"

It may be that her accusing gaze was too prescient, Doctor Strange somehow explained: "If it is not necessary, you will not tell others about matters related to fate."

Cynthia had to give up.

Doctor Strange glanced at her, seemed to suddenly become interested, and said meaningfully: "If I remember correctly, you once gave Superman a hint, didn't you?"

Cynthia was taken aback.

That's right.When she defrauded Superman's true identity in the cabin of the Metropolis, she put her hand on his shoulder as an excuse to comfort him, and gave him a hint.

She wanted him, always to uphold his strong sense of morality, always warm, always kind, never forgetting who he was—always being that simple, small-town boy, Clark Kent.

Don't forget these things even if you encounter big changes.

"You played it without telling him." Doctor Strange said with a smile, "In this respect, you and your little boyfriend are really similar."

Cynthia lowered her eyes and curled her hands slightly by her side.

"True," she said, "but he's unstable—I can tell he's unstable. He's sometimes idealistic, and he's impulsive. I'm not interested in existential issues, I'm just worried about...

"People change. I was just worried that he would regret it," she said.

"Oh." Doctor Strange raised his eyebrows, turned to look at the astrolabe, "Your worries are not unreasonable."

Cynthia froze for a moment, and immediately followed his gaze.

She couldn't see anything, but there was still a chill creeping up her spine.

"You are... what do you mean?" she asked awkwardly.

"Don't worry." Doctor Strange looked relaxed, "You've changed the future, haven't you?"

Cynthia couldn't help stuttering: "You...you mean..."

"I didn't tell." Doctor Strange said nonsense with his eyes open, "I never told you anything about fate."

Cynthia smiled, and slowly let go of her heart.

"That's right." She smiled, "You really didn't."

Doctor Strange snorted.

Cynthia looked at his attire curiously: "It must be difficult to be the guardian of the timeline, right? I remember you were a psychiatrist who believed in science before."

Doctor Strange said "Hmm," looking up at the vast dome of the Temple.

"It's not 'difficult,'" he said. "I'm a quick learner and have a good teacher. It's just that..."

He paused.

"Being superstitious about science has indeed made me take a lot of detours."

Cynthia laughed.

"Some people will be pissed off when they hear that," she said. "By the way, have you seen Tony Stark? Iron Man"

Doctor Strange showed a complicated expression: "I..."

He staggered suddenly, and turned half a circle as if his body was being pulled by something.

Cynthia was taken aback, and quickly wanted to help him: "What's wrong with you?"

"It's okay." Doctor Strange said, lowering his head and shouting at his collar, "What are you doing? Didn't I tell you not to move?"

Cynthia: "...?"

While wondering, Cynthia saw that the majestic red cloak on Doctor Strange moved and floated up by itself.

Cynthia: "?!"

The cloak spread out in mid-air first, as if stretching his muscles and bones, and then flicked his tail on Doctor Strange's face.

Doctor Strange's face darkened.

The cloak flew around the wall excitedly, then rushed to Cynthia and gave her a big hug.

Said hug because it looked like a living thing.If not, Cynthia would have called it "binding."

"Oh my God!" she exclaimed. "What is this thing? What is it doing? Strange!"

"It's okay, it's my magic cloak, it won't hurt you." Doctor Strange comforted her while talking very fast, while fiercely attacking his cloak, "Why are you crazy?! Let her go!"

Cloak twisted reluctantly, rubbing his collar against Cynthia's face.Before Cynthia's heartbeat calmed down, she was already amused by it.

"Please." Doctor Strange grunted, "What the hell are you doing all of a sudden? Wasn't it fine just now?"

The cloak rolled up a small corner of it, and pointed absently downstairs.

The next second, there was a loud noise from the first floor.

A red shadow flashed across the gorgeous stairs, and then, Cynthia felt a weight on her waist, and her eyes blurred, and she had already come downstairs in an instant.

"Cynthia, are you okay??" Barry the Flash said anxiously, "Oh my God, what are you wrapping around?!"

Cynthia felt nauseous because of the high-speed movement belatedly, and before she could reply, a bright red cloak floated in front of her eyes.

"Who are you?" Superman stood in front of them seriously, facing Doctor Strange, and asked in a deep voice, "Why did you kidnap the psychiatrist from the Justice League?"

Doctor Strange raised half of his eyebrows: "Kidnapping?"

"Yes."

A hoarse and gloomy voice came from the door of the temple.

"Abducting people by force without their consent is called kidnapping. If you are willing to look through the dictionary, you won't have such doubts, 'Doctor'."

Cynthia lifted the cloak from her body, and turned around while holding her forehead.

At the door, led by Batman, Wonder Woman, Green Lantern, and Cyborg—all Zhenglian members who participated in this trip to Gotham were all present, holding their own weapons, looking at the standing Doctor Strange on the second floor.

Under the gaze of everyone as if facing a formidable enemy, Doctor Strange folded his arms and twitched the corners of his mouth.

"Superhero. Huh."