tech killer

Elsa's phone dropped to the ground.

Her hands were shaking, the root of her tongue was numb, and the chill radiating from the inside out made her shiver involuntarily.

These three words, like a bolt from the blue, woke her up from the chaotic state.

Since returning to the United States, Elsa has not updated her public blogs since her life has been enriched.

In other words, except for writing a few words in the private category from time to time, she never touched the story of the princess and the dragon.

Of all the people I know, only one can call her that.

——M.

Elsa's eyes were a little dull.Those details that were overlooked in the chaos were connected in a flash.

Elsa has been alone in the forest for so many years, even with books and occasional conversations with Sasha, she still lacks the ability to communicate.If it wasn't for the constant talking with Bucky in the next three months, it might take a while for her to fully recover her language system.

Even on the Internet, she still wouldn't take that step on her own initiative.

She browses forums and Twitter, but she doesn't even register an account of her own, she's a full-fledged screen-snooping party, watching silently.

M is the only person who offered an olive branch to her, and thus her only online friend.

Elsa once cherished this fate very much.

M seems to be very patient, Elsa has her own explanation for why the other party became a netizen with herself - he said that he likes challenges, there are questions from Sherlock as an introduction, and Elsa has made friends to a certain extent It's also a challenge.

Elsa is a very passive guy, and generally she is led away during conversations.Although from time to time the magic touch will make everyone who communicates with her speechless for a moment, but it cannot hide the fact that she is very, very easily led astray.

Most of her chats with M are from M.

Elsa's memory doesn't get better at this sort of thing.

She didn't have the habit of going back to the chat records, but at this moment, those fragmented memories that had been ignored by her in the depths of her mind were all connected together for a while.

They have a lot to talk about.

M said that a friend who was dressed very rustically was poured a glass of juice by a fashionable girl while eating pizza, because the young girl felt that the other party looked at him very offensively; he also said that he A friend met a nervous girl on the plane, and she would scream and growl because of an inadvertent touch, and she had to kick his friend off the plane.

There are also those details, from clothes to hairstyles, from scars to small movements... He has mentioned them all, buried in one sentence after another in the chat, while responding to the girl's naive complaints, he put his own things away. Secretly buried in it.

Princes, stories, transformations, airplanes, Gotham, friends, gifts...

Elsa only felt a chill from the bottom of her heart.

"Ding-dong-"

The screen of the mobile phone that fell on the ground was buckled under it, and Elsa stared palely at the mobile phone that had been quiet on the ground, and did not dare to bend over to pick it up.

A thin hand stretched out, picked up the phone for her, and handed it to her.

Elsa raised her head slightly and saw a young girl with long red hair.She looked at Elsa with some concern, and her voice was very soft: "...are you okay?"

Elsa pursed her lips, bit her lower lip with her upper teeth, shook her head, and took her mobile phone.

The phone's screen has gone dark.

Elsa felt that her fingertips were still trembling, but she tried her best to control herself and turned on the screen.

Another text message is displayed on the screen.

"Congratulations, little princess~ It seems that you finally remembered who I am."

Elsa stared at the screen, and the next second, the phone vibrated again.This time "Ding Dong" sounded in her palm, and a new text message pushed aside the previous one: "Don't worry, I will come again."

Elsa looked up sharply.

The target was hundreds of people standing scattered or in groups. Elsa lost her ability to mutate, and there was no way to confirm who sent her the message from where.

And that person must still be watching her.

Sure enough, another message scrolled across the screen: "Miss me? You can't see me."

The screen dimmed in her palm.

Elsa's lips were bloodshot from her bite, she swallowed, and tapped the screen quickly with her stiff fingertips: "Who are you? Are you M?"

"That's right, little princess~ Haven't you made any progress without the evil dragon?"

"who are you?"

"Does it matter who it is?"

The screen went off again, and it wasn't until the police began to investigate and question that Elsa's cell phone rang again.

"Are you looking forward to meeting again?"

"No!" Elsa's strength made her fingers ache a little, "Please leave, far away!"

"It's a pity, I'm obviously here to give a gift."

Before Elsa's reply was sent, another text message alert sounded, and the content of the text message appeared at the top of the screen:

"Merry Christmas."

Elsa almost dropped the phone.

But no matter what she sent again, there was no reply.

Elsa stayed where she was until the red-haired girl standing quietly aside was called out: "Alexis? Why are you here?"

The person who said this came in with the police. He was dressed in trendy clothes and looked like an elite. The girl on the phone picked up the conversation.

"Come out to buy something," the girl named Alexis lifted the paper bag in her hand, "Dad, I told you this morning."

dad?

Elsa is still sensitive to this word to this day.She turned her head to look, the man was standing beside her daughter, he didn't look like the elitist he was in his first impression, but rather... a hippie smile?

She blinked, inexplicably feeling that this man looked familiar.

The man also saw the slightly embarrassed gray-haired girl, especially Alexisia who was standing next to this girl who was about her age.

The two looked at each other and spoke at the same time.

"That's right, it's me, I'm Richard Cassel."

"You are the man who handled the case with Officer Beckett last time!"

Cassel froze when he straightened his cuffs.

He looked at the girl again, and the two spoke at the same time:

"You are Richard Cassel? That mystery writer?!"

"Are you the girl who called the police last time that someone was missing?"

Alexis Rogers felt a little blocked when he looked at the two stunned people.

Elsa liked Cassel's books, and she bought several of them. When she met the author himself this time, she even forgot the threat brought by M for a moment, and asked for an autograph.

But soon, when questioned, she couldn't laugh anymore.

Elsa was very close to the scene, appeared in the surveillance, and was questioned by Beckett alone.

To be honest, Elsa really didn't know anything.

The previous relationship between her and that person was quickly found out, but that little bit of filth would not be shown very clearly in the simple information.Her alibi was obvious, and Beckett only chatted with her about the details of the sighting.

Elsa's face is still not good-looking.

She clasped her hands together, her fingertips turning white from the force.

She endured the feeling of nausea and carefully recalled what happened before and after.

It took less than 3 minutes from when the couple disappeared from her sight to when the screams sounded, and the time was so short that the saleswoman who took the watch to pack did not come back.

Then the woman ran past the door like crazy, not the same way they came.Elsa remembered that she had blood poured all over her head and face, one of her high heels ran off, and bloody footprints were left on the road.

She doesn't know anything else.She was so preoccupied with her negative thoughts that she nearly collapsed.

After making simple notes, Elsa finally calmed down.The gray-haired girl, whose psychological strength is actually strong, refused the escort request from the police and walked home alone.

She left her contact information and may be contacted by the police at any time if necessary.Elsa, who had a good impression of professions like police detectives, said yes seriously, but her mood was still very low, and even Cassel's signature didn't make her happy again.

Cinderella pulled up her hat behind her dress and covered her head.

She sighed, her breath bringing out a little white mist.

The outside world is still decorated with lights and festivities, full of Christmas atmosphere, and a murder case that just happened has no effect on anyone.

Elsa thought for a while, rubbed her stiff hands, and took out the phone from her pocket again.

She sent a text message to Watson, telling him what happened today.

Watson replied to the text message very quickly, the language was extremely concise, and his signature was attached at the end.

"Be careful in the United States, the case has nothing to do with you, don't bother him. - SH"

***

The joyous atmosphere of Christmas lasted for a long time.Elsa was dressed red by May, and she couldn't stop laughing at Peter who was dressed as Santa Claus with a frowning face.

Elsa gave Ben a set of car supplies, May a set of elegant tableware, and Peter's electronic watch, in exchange for a set of beautiful and warm clothes including a pair of nice and warm shoes; a very young girl heart; a very elaborate Christmas card and a bag of candy.

Elsa giggled, and after giving some veneers, she hugged little Peter and kissed him twice, which made little Peter, who was already all in red, even blush.

Just after New Year's Day in 2012, Elsa took her space box and dragged her Christmas presents, which were full, and Ben sent her to Xavier Academy for Young Talents in Westchester.

Probably because the previous meeting had a very good impression of Professor X, no one had any objection to her proposal to go to X Academy, and all three hands agreed.

The day of departure is coming soon.

Elsa kissed Peter on the cheek, and then hugged May close to her cheek.Uncle Ben had already helped her carry her luggage to the car and told her to go out when he came back.

Cinderella bit her lower lip and hesitated.

Her mouth opened and closed: "Uncle Ben, Aunt Mei, I have something to say."

"what happened?"

"If...if I actually have..." She swallowed the unfinished words again.

Mei stretched out her hand and poked her face: "If you don't want to say something, you can tell us when you want to say it. We are a family."

Elsa hummed, like an ostrich, buried her head in the ground, deceiving herself.

She even thought sadly, they have all been to X Academy, so they must have guessed something.

The ability has not come back, and Elsa really can't say it.

Fortunately, she still gave herself an ultimatum.

Next time, the next time she came back from the X Academy vacation, she would definitely say it.

Because that's what they told her, we're family.

Today's weather is fine, sunny and breezy. It snowed just yesterday and didn't stop until early in the morning. Looking out of the car window, everything is white.

Elsa contacted Professor X last night.

Although he is the most powerful telepathic mutant in the world, the gentle and gentle Professor X always uses modern technology to communicate with others, and even sends letters a little longer, but he definitely does not use mutant abilities.

She explained the time of her arrival on the phone, and when she arrived at the academy, someone was already waiting for her.

It would take time on the way back. Ben only helped Elsa get the suitcase and handed it to the senior wearing strange sunglasses, and then had to set foot on the way back.

Elsa looked at the car exhaust in the distance, and finally understood a little bit of the melancholy about leaving home to study.

The senior who came to pick her up looked cool, wearing a strange pair of sunglasses that might have been red.Elsa stared curiously for a while, and found that the other party had no intention of explaining to her, so she could only look back in embarrassment.

This is Elsa's first visit to Xavier Academy for Young Talents, which should be a famous umbrella or cradle in the world of mutants.

Although it was winter and most of the world was covered in snow and ice, it was a very, very beautiful place from what she could see.

Because they are all mutants, if you look around, there are people of all shapes and sizes.The blue ones, the ones with wings, the ones with tails... There are also some little guys who are doing bad things at first sight.

This place can be said to be a paradise for mutants.

It's relaxation time, and Elsa sees them having a snowball fight.

She watched from a distance, and a guy with blue skin was constantly flashing, avoiding snowballs from different directions. He was hiding well, but a girl pushed him for a while. All the snowballs hit him; there was another boy, who looked about the same age as Peter, who was closer to Elsa. Before the snowball flew to someone else, it turned into a hamburger...

"Welcome to X Academy, Elsa."

Professor X was sitting in his wheelchair, watching these little mutants play quietly under a tree.His blue eyes were filled with a gentle smile, and sitting on his lap was a little girl who seemed to be only three or four years old and was about to be wrapped into a ball.The girl was tightly wrapped in warm red clothes, with a scarf around her nose, revealing only a pair of eyes with barely visible pupils and a mess of silver-white hair.She looked like a doll made of ice and snow, and the little guy was stubbornly putting his small red hat on Professor X's head.

"Scott," he squeezed the little girl's gloved hand, took the hat and put it back on the girl, and talked to the boy who brought Elsa here and was doing nothing, "please, bring She's going to the dormitory."

"...Where are you going?" Scott finally spoke, with a stinky face.

"Send her to Qin's place?" Professor X knew that the young lovers were having a fight, so he said it deliberately.

Scott was very aggrieved, but he didn't dare to say anything he shouldn't say to Professor X.When Scott was about to explode, a gust of wind passed between him and Elsa.

Elsa only felt a flower in front of her eyes, a few snowflakes were lifted by the wind and fell on her nose, bringing a touch of coolness.

And looking at his empty hands, Scott Summers, nicknamed "Cyclops", became even more stinky: "Pietro—"

Professor X just laughed: "It seems that Elsa's roommate has already volunteered."

Scott, who had no reason to see Jean, looked very pale.He still dutifully sent Elsa to the destination, gritted his teeth: "I saw Pietro and asked him to be careful."

After finishing speaking, she didn't notice Elsa's hesitation at all.

The gray-haired girl looked at his back as he left gracefully, her outstretched hand froze in mid-air.

...I wanted to shake hands and exchange names...

Also, who is Pietro!

The X Academy was converted from Professor Xavier's ancestral home.

The place Scott had sent her to had three floors.

Elsa's suitcase was missing and they didn't explain it to her, causing the little girl to hold her own space box tightly, for fear that it would be dragged away too.

She pushed the heavy door carefully, and lowered her voice: "Hello? Is there anyone?"

The originally heavy door suddenly lost its weight in his hands.

Elsa let go in surprise and watched the door open by itself.

There was a warm fireplace in the room, and a red-haired girl in a red dress was smiling at her.A red unknown energy wave lingered at her fingertips, and it was obvious that she was responsible for the opening of the door.

"Wow..." Elsa stared blankly, "This is really cool..."

And, she saw the silver-haired head lying on his back on the sofa behind the red-haired girl, and the very familiar suitcase in his hand.

"That's mine?" Elsa blinked, clutching the handle of the space box tightly with one hand, and pointing at the box that was missing just now with the other.

The red-haired girl nodded, the energy between her hands disappeared, and the heavy door closed again with a muffled sound.

Elsa was taken aback, and the red-haired girl walked towards her with a smile and held out her hand: "Hi, I'm Wanda Maximoff."

Elsa blinked, and she held the other's with her cold hand: "Hello, I'm Elsa, Elsa Saren."

Wanda's hands were warm.She led the bewildered Cinderella to the sofa and sat down. Only then did Elsa see clearly the silver-haired boy lying on the sofa.

His face is a bit round, full of juvenile looks, goggles are pushed on his forehead, a chocolate bar is in his mouth, his eyes are fixed on the phone screen, he seems to be playing a game, and there are headphones hanging on his head , looking very serious.

Wanda was very enthusiastic: "May I call you Elsa?"

Seeing Cinderella nodding, her smile deepened: "Would you like something to drink? There are coffee juice, black tea with milk, etc."

Elsa was infected by the other party's enthusiasm.

Apart from Vivienne, it was the first time she had contact with a girl of the same age.She also laughed, with a smile on her brows: "Milk, thank you."

"Pietro—"

Elsa watched as the red-haired girl casually called out a name she had heard several times. In the next second, a glass of steaming milk was placed in front of her.

She watched the vibrating top of the milk return to its level, blinked, and looked at the silver-haired boy who was still lazily lying on the sofa with half of the chocolate bar missing.

"He's Pietro?" Elsa took a sip of milk, and the warm milk fragrance warmed her cold body.She licked off the remaining milk mustache and asked Wanda curiously.

"Pietro Maximov." As soon as the words fell, the silver-haired boy who was still on the sofa just now appeared in front of Elsa.He took off half of the earphones, still holding the phone in one hand, and stretched out the other to Elsa.

Wanda showed a head behind him: "My brother, twin brother."

Elsa nodded, her contagious smile made the silver-haired boy a little uncomfortable.

"Hi Pietro, I'm Elsa," Cinderella shook hands with him, passing on Scott's words by the way, "The one who brought me here... seems to be called Scott, he asked You wait."

Pietro froze.

He clicked his tongue, retracted his hand and put on the headset at the same time, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Elsa gained insight again.She blinked and looked surprised: "Is everyone like this here?"

Wanda unpacked a pack of biscuits: "This is X Academy, it can be said that it is the place with the most mutants. It would be too sad if we try to restrain ourselves here."

"I know," Elsa nodded, "Professor X is very powerful, this place is very good, really."

She thought for a while: "I just don't know why he...why go?"

Wanda was eating biscuits: "Maybe I went to see Scott? I don't know much about the friendship between their boys."

She handed over a piece of biscuit and patted off the residue on her hand: "It's cold, and there are not so many dormitories. You must live with someone else when you come here. There is still a bed in my room, how about coming to my place?"

Elsa swallowed the biscuit in one gulp, and the smile on her face remained unchanged: "Okay, thank you Wanda."

The young Scarlet Witch stood up, her fingertips tumbling with red abilities, and Elsa's two large boxes were floating in mid-air.

"Let's go, I'll take you upstairs!"