[Comprehensive British and American] When station B dominates superheroes

boom!

boom!

boom!

Under the messy little brown curly hair, the boy's face was visibly frozen, and his eyes kept opening and closing uncontrollably.

Then, the whole face exploded into a red tomato.

"you you you……"

"I I I..."

Peter got stuck in front of Sylvia incoherently, "you" and "I" were confused for a long time.

Suddenly, as if he couldn't hold back any words, he turned around and jumped off the roof of the building...

jumped down...

Sylvia was taken aback, but quickly realized that Spider-Man would jump from no matter where, as long as there were places for his spider silk to stick to, nothing would happen.

Sitting on the same spot, she poked her head out cautiously, and saw a red and blue figure swinging back and forth among the tall buildings below her - she didn't forget to put on the hood in advance during the swing, and she looked extremely excited.

Sylvia: ...What should I do, my little friend seems to be fooled by my praise, so wait online.

Fortunately, the wind formed by the high-speed semi-circular motion calmed him down. Peter swung back amidst the people pointing and taking pictures at the bottom of the building, coughed in embarrassment, and hesitated.

Sylvia burst out laughing with a "poof", she was not polite.

She retracted her leg from the edge - the pedestrians downstairs are taking pictures and more and more, she doesn't want half of her leg to appear in tomorrow's headlines - while reaching out to her little friend:

"Shall we go back? There are more and more people downstairs—New Yorkers are still hanging out at this point, it is indeed a metropolis."

Peter came over and made a gesture of hugging people: "After all, it's almost the end of August, and the night is getting darker and later, and the difference between day and night is huge. When September and October come, there will be fewer people."

Sylvia choked, hugging his shoulders and weeping: "If you don't tell me, I will almost forget that school is about to start."

Peter lifted her up, carefully covered her face, and led her to jump to another building: "Let's go!"

The flashing lights and the sound of pointing at the bottom of the building were quickly left behind, and the conversation was faintly heard in the wind, and it disappeared after turning around at an altitude of [-] meters, so that the pedestrians at the bottom of the building could not hear:

"You're about to start school, but I'm about to have a long vacation hahaha!"

"...a nasty high school student."

……

West Chester, a suburb.

In Sylvia's home, a warm golden light flashed across the mobile phone that had been neglected by the owner on the coffee table for a day or two.

A girl in a gray-green skirt with a long shirt around her waist appeared beside the coffee table and stretched her waist.

She and Peter wandered around New York. After returning to Queens, the little spider barely caught up with May's "come home before twelve o'clock" gate control, while Sylvia was watching an Aunt May-like breakup. Run away after thinking about it.

——Before she left, she always felt that she had forgotten something, and the two of them were in Peter's room, "Did I forget to buy eggs", "Did I forget to tell Ned", "Did I leave something that shouldn't be left behind?" Something fell"... Possibilities like that were discussed for a while, but no conclusions were reached.

To be reasonable, although it was only a few hours, with so many things happening tonight, Sylvia was already so tired that she wanted to sleep.

Moreover, if there is nothing else, she has to go to Xavier College tomorrow to report to the o'clock.

After going through the things to do tomorrow, Sylvia decided to take a shower and go to bed.

However, as soon as the phone was charged and she put her hand on the doorknob and was about to leave the lounge to go to the bathroom, the girl's ears suddenly moved and she heard something that shouldn't have happened.

—Someone is in the living room.

Who is it?Didn't alert the alarm system in the villa?

Sylvia quietly moved her finger from the doorknob to the lock, and pressed the anti-lock knob to ensure that people outside would at least not be able to break into the door directly if they sensed someone was here.

She took a few steps back lightly. Although she felt that there was no movement in the living room, the girl still walked to the fireplace, fumbled for the mechanism on the edge of the exquisite relief, and pressed it.

There was a very slight sound of gears, and the originally tight-fitting brick walls slowly unfolded to both sides, revealing the surveillance screens hidden inside—in this villa, almost every room has a hidden cabinet and surveillance area—an old house It is suitable for hiding things.

Sylvia turned on and adjusted the position of the surveillance camera very skillfully, and the scene in the living room was quickly displayed on the screen—this surveillance facility was set up many years ago, but fortunately it is still very useful, and it is not used now. obsolete.

In the dim hall, the moonlight shines in through the colored mosaic glass, faintly illuminating the furnishings in the house.

An old-fashioned rocking chair was placed in the middle, with the back of the chair facing the surveillance camera. Only the rocking chair shook slightly and a piece of fabric hanging from between the armrests could be seen.

Sylvia's heart skipped a beat.

rocking chair?

Rocking chairs are not in the...

Just as she was thinking this way, the piece of fabric hanging from the edge—it looked like a piece of clothing—suddenly lifted up as if it had eyes, and waved its "hand" slightly in the direction of the surveillance.

So the person in the rocking chair also felt the movement, turned his head, and the moonlight illuminated a long horse face, a bit like a zombie in a ghost movie, who will stick out his tongue in the next second.

...is it at Doctor Strange's place?

Sylvia: "..."

Why do you big guys always like this kind of appearances that pretend to be gods and tricks?

:)

……

"cough……"

"cough……"

"..."

"..."

In the brightly lit villa, the two people sitting facing each other fell into an eerie silence, and the rocking chair slowly swayed between them.

The magic cloak that was taken off stood aside. It looked very tall and straight without any wrinkles. At this moment, it was sticking out a corner of the clothes with a childlike innocence, pushing the old rocking chair like a baby's cradle.

Sylvia saw that it was shaking faster and faster, and it seemed that it was going to shake her second grandfather's seat as a bumper car, so she couldn't help coughing again.

Strange covered his eyes, beckoned back his cloak, patted it, and warned it to be quiet.

The cloaked baby kicked back unceremoniously.

"Crack!", hit the face.

Stephen: "..."

Seeing that a human-canopy battle was about to start on the opposite side, the girl couldn't help but speak first: "Doctor... Doctor Strange."

Although "Doctor" and "Doctor" are both "Dr" in English, Strange still noticed that she had different meanings.

"It's okay to call me a doctor." He said gently, "Although I can't hold a scalpel now."

The mage also didn't want to explain to Sylvia the process that led to the "doctor becoming a mage". He knew that this former "little girl" knew his "past", and may also include part of his "future".

Sylvia didn't know what to do.

She feels that a talented doctor who is proud of his medical skills will not relieve the pain of "losing the most important hands in his career" so quickly. Calling the doctor seems to be adding salt to the wound, but deliberately not calling seems to hurt people... …

Simply smiled, neither saying yes nor no.

——Anyway, "doctor" and "doctor" are both "Dr" in English, she doesn't know which one she is calling, no matter how he understands it.

……

"Is it all right?"

The girl pointed to the second grandpa's rocking chair, but it looked the same from the outside, and she didn't know if the mage did something to her rocking chair.

Strange shook his head, with an expression that resembled his own surname——strange: "Leaving this house, it's just an ordinary rocking chair."

But in this house, it comes alive.

So he came to this living room again and sat on the rocking chair himself——he once again felt the mystery of that kind of magic, which came from the same source as the magic of the temple.

What is this rocking chair like...

What is that in Chinese Taoism, the eye of a needle?

Sylvia said "Oh" with black lines on her face, and corrected him: "That's called the eye."

Strange: "...Oh."

"You don't seem surprised?" Doctor Strange ignored the little episode just now, and looked at her thoughtfully.

Sylvia: "...No surprise, my second grandfather is Chinese." Although he immigrated later.

Is it weird to have something like a "eye"?

Strange choked for a while under the girl's natural expression: "...I mean, you are not surprised by the identity of your second grandfather."

Sylvia thought for a while: "...It's actually okay?"

"Actually, my second grandfather has the temperament. If you tell me that he is actually an alien or a mutant or a Kryptonian, I may accept it."

After all, her second grandfather is such a magical man :)

The maverick Strange who had also seen the little old man: "..."

#What she said was so reasonable that he couldn't refute it#

……

The two continued to drink tea.

It is worth mentioning that this black tea was concocted by Strange from nowhere. It has unlimited refills, and you can add your own sugar and milk.

Sylvia sighed inwardly while blowing the hot air in the cup.

Said that she was not surprised by the identity of her second grandfather, but in fact...

Not surprisingly :)

But what she had always guessed when she was a child was that the old man might be a secret agent or an intelligence dealer or something-in short, not an ordinary person.

after all……

No ordinary person will install a monitor in almost every room in the house, an iris recognition system on the door, and an air-raid shelter and a superalloy basement in the house, right? ? ?

These outlandish equipment and facilities have been here for more than ten years, and her second grandfather has never avoided her, showing her carelessly and letting her play casually.

This even led to "Linthia" always thinking that all children have secret rooms in their homes to monitor various agencies when they were young_(:зゝ∠)_

Later, when I grew up and went to school, I knew that this was not a normal situation at all. Sylvia didn't think it was too strange. Even because of the special agent movies that were often released during that time, 007 Bond, Kingavan... and so on, She also thought it was fun for Second Grandpa to do this.

No matter what his status is, he is her second grandfather, right?

Thinking of this, Sylvia took another sip of tea slowly.

Now it was Doctor Strange's turn to lose his composure: "I went back and asked the king, and I also looked through some temple books, and I have some guesses about your situation."

The movement of the girl's hands paused, and she put down the teacup: "Please tell me."

Strange: "You know about astral projection?"

……

Astral projection is a special ability of the Supreme Mage.

In history, the more famous master of astral projection is Gu Yi.

In the state of astral projection, the user of the ability is invisible and intangible, he/she does not need human physiological activities such as eating and sleeping, and is immune to all laws of physics.

Sylvia: "I know... But if I remember correctly, astral projection separates a person's spiritual body from the physical body. Although the spirit is separated, the physical body is still there, and it is very fragile. If the physical body dies... Projection Afterwards, the mental body will also remain in the ghost state."

And her body is not separated from her soul (for a materialist who believes that people have no soul, this statement is really strange), so the girl did not speculate in the direction of "astral projection".

Doctor Strange and the Cloaked Baby nodded together, agreeing with her words.

The frequency of the face of the headless cloak is the same as that of the headed horse, which can be said to be very funny. Although she knew the timing was wrong, Sylvia almost couldn't hold back her laughter, so she quickly drank a sip of tea to suppress her shock.

Strange didn't know the reason for her weird expression, so he added on his own: "But there are some exceptions to everything, especially those who are gifted can always make some exceptions."

"...Talented?"

Why does it sound so much like a mutant...

"Oh, this is a random word I invented, as long as you can understand it." Strange made a gesture [don't care about these details], "It means that you have a natural sensitivity to spells, and you don't need practice. People who use their talents naturally—like in your case.”

Sylvia's expression was a little weird, and she didn't seem very happy: "Are there any other similar records before? Other... gifted people?"

"Yes, there is. Wang and I searched for about two or three days before we found a small record in the ancient books—but that was thousands of years ago."

The girl focused on her expression: "What talent does he have? How will it end?"

"He is very talented in illusions—he always made people fall into illusions unconsciously when he was a child, and then entered the temple. He is also good at other spells." Strange replied subconsciously.

"But you use the word [end]...it sounds weird."

Dr. Ma Lian looked at her with a strange expression.

Sylvia said bluntly: "Under normal circumstances, powerful abilities have a certain price. Life, mental power, or other things, there are always some side effects?"

She doesn't want to know that her ability will cause her to die early or suffer from illness in her later years. It's better not to have this ability from the beginning.

This is also the reason why she did not eagerly expect to master and develop more powerful power.

Sometimes she feels that the use of her ability has reached a certain limit—as if she touched a certain barrier and could go up to a higher level after breaking through, she stopped developing it.

Sylvia was afraid that she would not be able to control it.

……

"If this is the case, you don't have to worry."

Strange intertwined his fingers, and his wise eyes seemed to be looking at someone through her.

"The price has already been paid for you."

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【About advance receipt】:

After "Station B" is finished, the next book will be released~

It is "[Zong Yingmei] The Superhero I Bought in Those Years", originally titled "[Zong Yingmei] Which Little Cake Are You?" It still has a fun style of painting and a fun ability.