Strange light

"what?!"

Hearing what Casillas said suddenly, Stephen's usually sober and wise mind rarely got stuck for a moment, and subconsciously frowned and asked back.

"Didn't Gu Yi tell you?" Casillas was surprised, but his expression was clear, "Yes, she is a selfish liar herself, and it's no surprise that she will cover the other one."

Stephen's frown did not loosen, but the creases between his brows deepened.His eyes wandered, looking up and down Casillas who was bound by armor made of steel.

Just now, he showed his sharpness, holding a weapon in his hand, and looked like he was killing everything.Now it can only kneel, knees against the hard crimson floor, behind the huge circular skylight that symbolizes the totem of Kama Taj.

Like a trial.

The burning eye sockets and the cracked and withered face indicated that this man had sold his soul to the devil.

The expression on Casillas' face did not show the embarrassment of being subdued, or the sporadic embarrassment after being captured.It seems that he is not a prisoner who kneels in front of the enemy and is controlled by others, but a well-dressed and equal negotiator.

Casillas' face was so calm that one couldn't help but think about the authenticity of his words.

"Rebecca, she caused your car accident."

"Do you think I'll believe you?" Stephen didn't care much.

The face is full of unbelieving jokes, as if mocking Casillas' clumsy tricks.

He probably didn't realize how stiff the smile was. The pupils in the middle of the light blue irises shrunk, like a child who was alone at home for the first time. His timidity was clear at a glance, but his mouth was stiff.

Seeing this, Casillas twitched the corners of his lips and smiled: "Believe it or not, concealment is neither good nor bad for me. I have no obligation to tell you all this. The same goes for lying."

Casillas saw that Stephen was showing signs of loosening, and continued, "You must have recalled the scene more than once, right? A truck appeared behind you without warning, you subconsciously stepped on the brakes lightly, and turned the steering wheel to the left. However, you did not expect that after this action, the accelerator will suddenly fail, and your Lamborghini will rush straight to the river on the left and break through the protective barrier like a drunken bull. Is that right?"

Indifferently, the objective attitude of stating the facts is tantamount to providing a lot of support.

Casillas ended his exposition with a rhetorical question in a declarative tone, and he took the time to appreciate the changing expression of the man in front of him.

Stephen's mind went blank and his thoughts froze.

Dazzling light penetrated from the huge circular skylight behind Casillas, blurring the criss-cross window edges.The all-pervasive white light turned into raging sea water, overwhelming him with a suffocating coldness.

The torrential tide surged in my ears, humming bursts.

Like a snobby snorkeler, he plunges into the sea with an unfortunate leg spasm.There was no one to call for help, and he could only let the icy sea water drag him heavily into the bottom of the sea.

The dull, stuffy feeling in his chest was something he had never felt before.

Probably the lungs were squeezed to the size of an orange by the pressure of water.

After a while, Stephen resisted the tightness in his chest, and said dryly: "Even if it was man-made, there is no evidence to prove that it was done by her."

Casillas had expected it early, and he said: "The evidence is in my chest pocket, a part of your car."

After all, he wanted to move his neck, but he forgot that this ancient magic weapon was firmly fixed on his neck, so he couldn't move.Helpless, he could only move his eyes, motioning Stephen to check his breast pocket.

Instead, Stephen took a step back and distanced himself from Casillas: "Do you think I would be so stupid?"

"Good alertness," Casillas said with a smile, revealing white teeth and scarlet gums.

"Is this funny?" Stephen couldn't understand Casillas' smile.

Even more incomprehensible were his inner emotions.

He should be angry, should be resentful.To that sinister and cunning woman who deprived him of his life.

No matter what her reasons are, he will punish her mercilessly, mercilessly.Tit for Tat.He deserves revenge.

But now, instead of raw rage, not a dark desire to venge, what fills my heart is sadness.

Said it was sad, a little flat.But he rubbed the scar on his heart carefully, the smell of blood was really sad.Although this sadness is majestic and full of betrayal.

"What I'm laughing at is that your hanging ring is gone." Casillas put away his smile, and said the truth with a flat expression.

Hearing this, Stephen looked at the belt around his waist, and the place where the hanging ring was originally hung was empty.He turned around quickly, looked around the surrounding environment, looking for a place where he might have fallen.

At this time, the accident always happens dramatically.

Before Stephen could clearly see the face of the person running out of the sparkling space gate, he stretched out his hands subconsciously to catch the fallen person in front of him.

Straight black hair like a crow's feathers, pale skin, and wet brown eyes that dream again and again.

It's Rebecca.

He saw clearly that the girl in front of him was the culprit that Casillas said just now had murdered him to such an extent.His brain resisted for a while, ordering him to let go of his hands loudly.

But for some reason, the hands that often trembled with nerves were holding the girl firmly at this moment, pinching Rebecca's slender wrist with almost nostalgia.

Rebecca's wrist hurt from Stephen's grip, and she saw Casillas imprisoned on the ground behind the man, and smiled at her inexplicably.

In an instant, she understood something, like falling into an ice cave.

She didn't even dare to look up at Stephen's expression, she was afraid to see hatred and disappointment in those startling light blue eyes, and she was even more afraid to see the strangeness.

She wanted to run away, to leave it all, to dive into the sand like an ostrich.

However, the sharp pain in her chest told her no, she couldn't escape.The matter at hand must be resolved.

Hold on, hold on. Dr. Strange is watching.

She cheered herself up vigorously in her heart, exhaled a few breaths silently, and set her gaze on the golden epaulettes on Stephen's shoulders.

Magic floating cloak?

An idea flashed by and quickly took shape.

Rebecca broke free her wrist from Stephen's shackles, and with this action, great courage surged to the tip of her heart.

She raised her head and looked straight into Stephen's pupils, her embarrassed appearance was reflected in the light blue color.

She didn't try to guess the emotion in those eyes, but just watched them fixedly. Afterwards, she tiptoed and planted a kiss on his lips that was as light as gold powder.

"Stephen, I love you." Said softly, she was very close to him, so close that their breaths intertwined.

"sorry."

After saying this, she closed her eyes, seeing darkness in front of her eyes.

The deep darkness made her other senses clearer.She felt her hands sinking into Stephen's palm again, and the other was still holding her wrist heavily, almost breaking the wrist bone.

Within a few seconds, Stephen let go of his hands, and her cochlea felt a backward and upward force.She stepped back and stood up.

After that, with the sharp pain and the soft sound of the sharp object being pulled away from the body, Li Qiu opened his eyes.

Time was still going backwards, and she saw Stephen step back, turn around, and put his hands down from his waist.And she also got farther and farther away from Stephen, and retreated under the stairs, the door of the space passage.

At this moment, she heard the dry and hot desert wind blowing sand behind her, and ran up quickly without any hesitation.

Bright light came in from the round windows, and the only source of light in her eyes was above the stairs.

The dangerous sound of breaking through the air came from behind her head, she was not disturbed, and she still ran straight to the top of the stairs.

When the sharp pain reached her chest, she could barely run in front of Stephen. This time, she didn't lose her strength and fell down. Instead, she stood on tiptoe, took off Stephen's cloak with lightning speed, and threw it back .

The fiery red cloak did not expect the girl's movements, and covered the head and face of a man with dark eye sockets behind him.

After finishing this series of actions, Li Qiu didn't have time to say anything, as if his strength had been overdrawn, his legs gave way, and he fell down heavily.

She fell in a well-chosen direction, just avoiding Stephen's hands.

His cheek hit the solid wood floor hard, with a thud.The violent movement made the sharp knife in her heart go deeper, but the pain was still the same as before.

It's good to die like this.

She wanted to laugh, but she was powerless, so she could only laugh a few times from the bottom of her heart.

Anyway, the male god also kissed.

Rebecca fell at Casillas' feet, a pool of sticky blood dripping from her chest.

After Stephen saw everything clearly, his head thumped.

Cold, extremely cold.

She felt the cold become a weight, pressing down on her limbs, so heavy that she couldn't lift her hands.

The slender fluorescent tubes cling to the ceiling and are perpendicular to the walls on both sides, emitting pale light coldly.The cold, almost ruthless light hit the familiar blue-gray gelatinous sound-absorbing wall, condensing into shiny spots one after another.

Her eyes were wide open, her consciousness began to slacken, and the chaotic light was distorted and deformed, gnashing her teeth and claws, scurrying in her field of vision.Vaguely, I felt that these dazzling white reflective spots on the glue wall were black.

She saw Stephen's anxious face in a trance, his light blue pupils were hidden in the shadow of brow bone, and there seemed to be moist water.

This is probably an illusion.

She thought that she would be lucky in her lifetime to kiss dr.strange, lie in his arms, and be hugged by his princess.

As for the others, don't dare to hope.

The author has something to say: At this moment, changes always happen dramatically.

Before Stephen could clearly see the face of the person running out of the sparkling space gate, his hands subconsciously stretched out, wanting to catch something.Unexpectedly, what greeted him was a sharp pain in his chest.

He took a closer look, only to realize that it was a sharp blade that was crystal clear like an ice edge, and on the other end of the sharp blade, its owner was a beautiful girl with chocolate-colored pupils.

"why?"

"Stephen, you have lost your mind and been swayed by desire." The girl's eyes were clear, and there was no murderous blood or fear in it.She knew exactly what she was doing.

"You have become a slave. It is no longer possible to defeat Dormammu. Rather than letting you be killed by him, it is better to die by my hands."

"Aristotle said that a slave is one whose desires overwhelm reason. I have thrown off my chains. You have foolishly stuck your head in the chains yourself."

Stephen, deceased.

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I really hope this is the real ending ==

There will be a mid-term exam next week, so it will be interrupted again, I hope this scumbag will not be broken...

A few days ago, I saw European and American meat on popo. There were two gaps in the copy, but I didn't even have the courage to click on the text.When I think of his fleshy appearance, I feel panic QAQ