[Comprehensive British and American] Will the golden boy fall in love with the women's clothing

Well, take it easy and slow down your breathing.Stabilize your emotions the way your professor taught you.

Randall was panting heavily in front of the sink, his eyes brought out some physiological tears because he had just vomited, and the front of the light-colored sweater was wet, which was the wine he had just poured on his body.

He stared at himself in the mirror, his eyes were red, his hair was messy, and he looked embarrassed.

An hour ago, he never thought that he would fall into such a situation.

Coming to this speakeasy with Frank was really a whim, he was going to grab Frank after drinking at RENEGADE (the disco where they came out), but what Frank said to him made him switch an idea.Randall secretly searched for the address printed on the business card that Frank gave him. Not surprisingly, it was indeed a bar. I have been there, there was a group of mutants fighting near that store two days ago.

A bunch of mutants.It's hard not to think of something.

So Randall felt that it might be a good choice to go fishing for big fish. After all, Frank seemed to be just a small guy, and there was someone else who really drove him. .

But in fact, when Randall said that invitation, he had already begun to regret it—it was true, regret, things shouldn’t have progressed so quickly, at least after he went there to investigate— —Maybe it was because he drank too much in the bar, his head was dizzy, and it turned out that drinking was a mistake.

Frank didn't refuse, he stared at Randall for a while, his laughter was still a bit creepy.Randall's first impression of him seems to be right, he is a dark guy, but that kind of shadow does not refer to his character, but he feels that he has given up his life, and he allows himself to be the dark side of Bludhaven A part of it, resigned itself to depravity, and looked on.

Frank stood staggeringly beside Randall, looking like he might collapse at any moment... But he reached out to hail a taxi and invited Randall to sit with him in a gentlemanly manner.

Randall looked at Frank carefully in the back seat, and felt that this man was currently in a kind of Schrödinger's drunkenness. If you say he is drunk, he seems to be a little sane. If you say he is not drunk, he seems not to be drunk. Too sober... Anyway, now that you've got into the thief's car, it's a bit troublesome to get out. Randall looked out the window of the car, and the car was going in the right direction. Randall squeezed it tightly and put it in his pocket After a while, Randall dismissed the idea. This is not something that can be explained clearly in a few words. He and Dick have not had such a tacit understanding before. level, and Randall didn't want Dick, an ordinary person, to be in danger because of him.He just went over there to observe around, nothing should happen... right?

So when Randall stood in front of the speakeasy, he took a deep breath and prepared to follow Frank in.

It was a wide door. After the door was opened, there was a flight of stairs. There were artificial earth walls on the left and right, with simple light bulbs hanging on it for lighting. It was no problem for three or four people to walk side by side.Below is the bar. Not only is there various alcohol smells in the air, but also the smell of damp soil. The sound of the bass drum is repeated, and the vibration is mixed with the air in the soil and transmitted to Randall, as if the ground is also It vibrated, and lights of different colors flew around in it.Randall was stunned in front of the stairs, and Frank, who had already walked half way, looked up at him, with an indescribable twist in his smile: "Didn't you say you want to buy me a drink, won't you come down?"

Chaos, madness.

Randall could feel those emotions just by standing there, the same way Jem felt when he wasn't wearing the mutant suppression bracelet.

Randall guessed in a few seconds that the people here might all be mutants, and at least half of them were mutants the day after tomorrow.

He knew that he had made the right bet, but because of the right bet, the situation became a little dangerous.

Randall stared at Frank closely, trying to find some clues from his face, but there was nothing. Randall frowned, and found that Frank was actually drunk, and his eyes were a little slack, but the smile on his face was getting stronger and stronger. Deeper and deeper, like a sugar-coated cannonball that lures people into the trap, the malicious snake that tricked Adam and Eve into eating the forbidden fruit.

As he expected, the people staying below are all mutants. After all, today is not an April Fool's Day Halloween. There is no reason for so many people to dress up so strangely and gather in this bar to drink.

On the stage, a woman with pointed ears strums an electric guitar and sings, her voice hoarse and mixed with the subwoofer. It's the kind of rock music that Lula would like.

"Are you afraid?" Frank took him to a booth with ease. From that position, he could see the stage clearly. Several mutants wanted to approach, but Frank swung him away.

A muscular man who was over two meters tall approached Randall, and said coldly, "Mobile phone."

"Why should I give it to you?"

"Little ghost, this is the rule here. Anyone who comes here for the first time must hand in their mobile phone. Don't worry, they won't do anything to your mobile phone. They will return it to you before you leave." Frank explain.All the mutants around turned their eyes to Randall, like a warning. Randall felt like he was being watched by a group of wild beasts. If he refused, those mutants might pounce on him. torn.

"Ha, it's not like this in high school anymore." Randall rolled his eyes, threw the phone to the man, and felt the frozen atmosphere around him subside a bit.

Frank slumped lazily in his booth, watching Randall with a scrutinizing gaze, but still drunk, he'd had too much to drink, and now it took twice as long to process what he saw. Situation, "I'm assuming you've eaten that?"

Randall raised his eyebrows, and pulled down the collar of his sweater, "I ate it, soaked it in wine and drank it."

"All?" Frank asked.

"All."

"Hahahahahahahahahahaha—how do you feel?" Frank laughed exaggeratedly, as if he was really amused by this answer, but there was deep malice in that smile.

"It's a bit hot...there are so many mutants here, have they built a base here?" Randall still remembered the drunken gangsters he met not long ago, they ate this "silver" Elements' powder, Randall noticed their body temperature rise as he knocked them unconscious.

"Have you heard of the Brotherhood of Mutants?" Frank said in a low voice, "Don't think this is just a mutant bar, it's actually a branch of the Brotherhood."

Fraternity chapter?You can pull it off, how can the old man Magneto have time to expand so many people now, he can't wait to play chess with Professor Charles every day-unless the two of them want to quarrel again.

When Randall was at the Xavier Academy for Gifted Boys, he had learned about their school history and the love and hatred of the older generations (Cyclops, Jean and Little Rascal gave him gossip), and he knew that Eric Lang Shell, that is, Magneto, did a lot of assholes when he was young, but he has long since reformed. At least Randall from the Brotherhood has seen it. Haven't they become a group of post-disaster reconstruction teams?Specially responsible for the demolition and construction of houses, the efficiency is extremely fast.

Although Randall complained speechlessly in his heart, he still had to put on a look of surprise on his face, "So you are all members of the fraternity?"

Frank shrugged, and he grinned: "Welcome, oh, you should be welcome-join here, Randall Christie...that name sounds like a detective."

"Agatha Christie, well, a lot of people have said that about me, so why say 'Join'?" Randall looked at him. "I don't think I'm eligible to be a member of a fraternity? I don't even Not mutants."

"The person who eats this thing," Frank took out a small bag of 'Silver Element', and waved it in front of Randall's eyes, "will become our member by default."

Sure enough, this thing is the culprit, but they haven't tested what the ingredients are in it yet.

"According to you, I am already a mutant now?"

"Not so fast, but..." Frank glanced at the time, "There will be changes within three to six hours."

"Then what will I become?" Randall tugged on his clothes and rolled up his sleeves, looking very hot, "I don't want to be that kind of guy, it's kind of ugly."

"Oh, of course, your face is beautiful," Frank touched his chin, smacked his lips and said, "But it's all random, no one knows what you will look like and what abilities you will have."

"You mean I might be like that, too?" Randall said, raising his voice, pointing at a passing, uh...alien?

The other party stared at him with those deep red eyes, and his voice sounded like a growl, "Little boy, do you dare to say it again!!!"

Randall shrank his shoulders, moved a little to the side, and quickly shook his head and waved his hands.It wasn't his original intention to attack other people's appearance, but he couldn't help it, he was still playing the role of a cowardly and bad kid.

His fans used to persuade him to enter the show business circle, saying that every magazine he shoots has a sense of story and looks like he has good acting skills-Randall hummed confidently in his heart, yes, his acting skills are Very good, those little girls who can only call 'wife' are quite accurate.

"Little devil, I don't think you understand the situation yet." Frank put the wine glass on the table with a bang, leaned down and said softly to Randall, "What you want is always accompanied by loss. "

"..."

Frank picked up the dice on the table and tossed them casually. The three dice spun on the table, "If you want to fill your stomach, you have to spend money on food. If you want to pursue excitement, you have to give up comfort. If you want to be free and unrestrained, you have to give up your feelings." .”

"But I never said I wanted to be a mutant."

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha, you are really interesting, little ghost ... but this is poison | product, what do you think you want to buy?" Frank laughed again because of his excessive words, "You chose it , so it wants to take something from you."

So what does it take away from you?Randall thought calmly, he saw the three dice stopped spinning, trembling on the cold marble table, and finally stopped at '1, 2, 3' points.

Frank pursed his lips and threw the dice back into the cup, "Oh, the luck is still the same."

"What are you?" Randall asked.

Frank raised his head slowly to look at him, his gray-green eyes looked dark under the arch of his brow.

"Those mutants, I can almost guess what they can do, but you, are you a mutant? Otherwise, you wouldn't be here. What is your mutant ability? I want to know, because you look the same as Normal people are no different."

"...a tasteless ability, you don't need to know." Frank paused, and he didn't seem to want to show it to others.

"Come on, Toller!" Someone laughed, their voices came from a distance from the deep and vibrating music, and then they got closer, and a pair of hands came from behind the sofa in the booth and patted Frank, "Oh , are you still feeling sorry for that bitch?"

It was a man with feathers on his arms, but Randall couldn't tell what kind of mutant he was—he had so few feathers that he couldn't figure out what it could be used for.The last feathered person Randall knew looked like an angel!

Birdman...whatever, let's call it that way anyway, this Mr. Birdman put his arms around Frank's shoulder and chuckled, and he called his friends...that was also a group of birdmen, tall and short, fat and thin.

Seriously, do they have a family?Bird family?Randall thought to himself.

"Our poor Toller, who was dumped by his girlfriend, hasn't used his abilities since we broke up... Hey, I still remember you playing Leonardo," he held Frank's hand, 'affectionately' Looking at each other, "YouJump, IJump!"

After a pause of about a second, they started laughing wildly again, "Hahaha, doesn't your ex-girlfriend like Leonardo? You should ask her who her favorite star is before breaking up! Whether it is You can be Tom Cruise or Chris Evans!"

Frank frowned, not really wanting to talk to these people.

But Randall also knew Frank's ability, probably, should, he guessed right, Frank Tolle is indeed a mutant who can change his appearance.

Things are going well at this point, and Randall is confident that he can get away safely.

until--

"I think you look familiar. I seem to have seen you somewhere?" A bird man suddenly said, he looked at Randall, looked at it, and said with certainty: "I have definitely seen you."

"..." It's over.Randall didn't think about wearing too much makeup when he went out today, because he had to greet the bartender Boris, so he just wore a pair of usual thick-rimmed glasses-the glasses were drunk in the previous bar It's time to pick it up - I also thickened the eyebrows and modified the eye shape.But only a slight change, and these people in front of them are young people, and being young means they are proficient in using smartphones and surfing the Internet...

The Twitter trend that Randall saw yesterday was that the trending entry about himself had been on it for a whole day, and there was no reason why they hadn't seen it.

Randall shrank back, trying hard to hide his face in the shadows, but the birdman had quickly pulled out his cell phone and said, "I seem to have seen it in the past two days... Where are you?" Well, it shouldn't be..."

Then he seemed to see a certain photo, his eyes suddenly widened, his mouth opened, and he patted the people on the side, and then his fingers fluttered on the screen of Randall and his mobile phone, not knowing which one to point to: " You, you, you, you... are you - wife?!"

Randall: "..." Wait a minute!

Randall felt that he was not only deaf at that moment, but also socially dead—at least in this bar, he and the little chubby bird man opposite were already dead.

Hard, hard, fist hard.

The author has something to say: there is one more chapter, it will be later!

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感谢在2021-04-1105:00:06~2021-04-1210:00:00期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: letherance, 1 soul of the big blue bird;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!