[Zhongyingmei] Today I also survived

"I took a look at your resume," said the man who called himself Victor Hugo. "You basically meet my recruitment requirements. I hope you can come to work tomorrow."

"Get out of here quickly," Ann said, "Who knows what kind of psychopath this is, don't get Hannibal Lecter into the water before we fall into the hands of this low-level psychiatrist."

Ivan put down his coffee, then stood up and smiled as best he could.

"Mr. Hugo," Ivan said, "I think I may not be qualified for this job. Just before I came here, I just received the news that my grandmother is ill. I may not be able to leave her for a short time."

"That's it!" Ann was relieved that Ivan rarely saw and listened to his words, "Leave quickly, we can call the police after we leave, let the police monitor this guy for a long time, and we will concentrate on dealing with Hannibal Lecter."

"Really," Victor Hugo's expression turned cold all of a sudden, and he smiled strangely, "Mr. Bird, that's really disappointing."

The tinnitus rang in an instant, and Ivan could hardly stand still. The world in front of him seemed to have suddenly fallen into some abstract painting.

The bright colors turned into large spots and rushed towards Ivan from the surrounding furniture and wallpaper, and the face of the man opposite him was gradually distorted, as if half of it was swallowed by some monster.

"It's really disappointing," Ivan heard the man's voice through his tinnitus, and the voice made him dizzy, "I mean, it's so disappointing, you can't leave, Mr. Bird .”

Ivan was out of breath under the pressure of colorful colors, he staggered a few times, and waved his hand unconsciously in front of him, as if trying to grab something that would allow him to support his body.

In the end, the red-haired youth fell back weakly and collapsed on the inferior leather sofa.

"Ivan!" An's sharp shout became the last voice Ivan heard before he passed out.

At this time, the Avengers Building ushered in two guests with somewhat special identities. The arrival of these two guests directly made Nick Fury almost get rid of the current troubles.

"When I saw the report about that monster in New York, I knew he must have done it." Bruce sat on the sofa, and he took a sorted document from Tim.

"This is the information about Hugo Strange." Bruce put the information on the table in front of him.

Fury's eyes fell on the document, and he was obviously worried about the conditions Bruce Wayne had just proposed.

"One document," Fury said, "for two places to participate in the operation?"

"To be precise," Tim politely helped the black director to add more comprehensive words, "We are exchanging two places to participate in the operation and have command authority."

Fury's face looked even more ugly, and he glanced at Tony not far away.

Tony noticed the look in Fury's eyes, and then turned his face to the wall as if nothing had happened, as if there was something worthy of his attention on the empty wall.

For Tony's attitude that he made it clear that he didn't intend to help, Fury could only aggrievedly agree to Bruce's request.After all, a ready-made document was placed in front of him, and he just gave up like this?How can it be.

Fury picked up the information on the desktop: "Okay, Mr. Wayne, you won, and I will give you two places to participate in the command."

"However," Fury said curiously, "I really want to know, what is your relationship with that Batman? The information you spent so much time collecting is to help him change two places?"

"Just a little friendship," Bruce said, "I owe him one."

"Furry," Tony said suddenly, and he took a slow sip of his coffee, "You know, Mr. Wayne has a very deep friendship with that dark Gotham vigilante."

Tony's meaningful tone and his thought-provoking eyes suddenly made the black director think of some strange things.

"I wish you happiness." In order to express his attitude, Fury showed a congratulatory smile to Bruce.

Bruce: ...has he misunderstood something.

Fury took a quick look at the information, and then sent the photo of Hugo Strange in the information to S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters.

"I asked them to compare the monitoring data," Fury said, "There should be news soon."

New York's Sixth Avenue, opposite the Free Building.

John stood on the side of the street, watching the gate of the opposite building from time to time.

"Finch, the situation may not be right." John glanced at the time, then walked directly across the road into the building, "Ivan has been up for half an hour."

Finch on the other end of the phone called out the location of Ivan's phone: "Maybe it's just that the interview took too long? His phone's location is still in this building."

John took the elevator to the fifth floor. He walked in along the corridor, and there was a simple signboard at the door of No. 504.The transparent glass door was locked from the outside, and there was no one in the room at all.

"Finch, his mobile phone is indeed still in this building." John's eyes fell on the lonely mobile phone on the floor of the corridor, "but his person is gone."

"After Ivan went up, no one came down from the front door for half an hour," John said, "Is there any other exit here for Finch?"

Finch called up the floor plan of the building: "I just read it, there should be only one exit from the front... wait a minute!"

Finch looked at the fire escape map of the Free Building that he had just found ten years ago: "It's the escape ladder, Mr. Reese. I ignored the escape ladder. In the latest floor plan, this old escape ladder was not drawn. .”

Hearing Finch's voice, John walked to the window at the end of the corridor. He opened the narrow window and stuck his head out. Outside the window was an old red escape ladder extending from the roof to the first floor.

"There is a small alley behind," John said, "I believe the monitor with the wires completely exposed has already been scrapped."

Just as John was about to close the window, the cardboard box next to the trash can in the alley suddenly moved, and the head of a homeless man emerged from the huge appliance cardboard box.

"I found a clue, Finch," John turned his head and walked downstairs, "maybe someone has seen Ivan."

When Ivan woke up, the headache and tinnitus caused him to shake his head, and the sound of two men talking not far away reached his ears.

"I need to experiment with him."

"What experiment? It's your genetic experiments without aesthetic feeling again? Hugo, don't forget who saved your life and why I saved you."

"If you want an Alice, you have to find the right person. This is a man!"

"But he looks exactly like my Alice!"

"My God," Ann's voice sounded, giving Ivan some comfort at this rare moment, "you finally woke up."

"Where am I?" Ivan asked Ann, he opened his eyes, probably because of the effect of the medicine, the world in front of him seemed a little dizzy.

"How should I describe it to you?" Ann said, "That Hugo took you away from that office, then ran into an alley, turned left and right, and drove you into this warehouse gone."

Ivan tried to hold his hand that was tied to the back of the chair. The effect of the medicine hadn't passed yet, but it had already started to weaken.

"He's awake." Victor Hugo—that is, Hugo Strange, the chief psychiatrist at Arkham Asylum and one of Gotham's now notorious criminals.

Hugo Strange walked up to Ivan, followed by a man wearing a top hat. The man looked at Ivan as if he wanted to swallow Ivan into his stomach.

"Answer me a question," said the man in the top hat pushing Hugo Strange away, "which is more beautiful, a pocket watch or the moon?"

"Crazy," Ann exclaimed, "what the hell kind of question is that? How can these two things compare? He's just a psycho!"

Ivan's gaze was on the man's eyes, and the expression revealed in those eyes was not at all what a normal person should have.That kind of madness and expectation was exactly the same as a paranoid patient Ivan had seen.

"I don't know," Ivan said, "I don't think the two of them can be compared."

"It's him," the man in the top hat laughed, "I'm looking for him, he is my Alice, the most perfect one!"

"He's a man." Hugo Strange reminded again.

"It doesn't matter," said the man in the top hat, "the external things can be changed through surgery, and he can become a perfect woman, my Alice."

"Uh," Ann stammered, "He, what does he mean? Ivan, what he said didn't mean what I thought!"

"Ann," Ivan tried to keep clenching his fist behind his back, trying to make sure that the effect of his medicine had disappeared, "Now I completely agree with you, this guy is an out-and-out neuropathy."

"The effect of the medicine hasn't expired yet?" Ann looked at the man in the top hat who was getting closer to Ivan, her voice became shrill and thin, "Damn it, my energy will be limited by your physical condition, let me Stay away from this pervert!"

Ivan raised his head back, and the man in the top hat almost pressed his face against Ivan's, and he sighed obsessively.

"Don't worry," the man in the top hat took out a gold pocket watch. He reached out and touched Ivan's face. "I will prepare a perfect afternoon tea for you, my Alice."

"Look here," the pocket watch dangled in front of Ivan's eyes, and the voice of the man in the top hat kept getting into Ivan's ears, "Look at this pocket watch."

The pocket watch was dangling, and Ivan found that his consciousness was gradually blurring, and he could only hear the voice of the man in the top hat.

"From now on, you are Alice."

Ivan stared at the pocket watch, and dumbly repeated the words of the man in the top hat: "I am Alice."