[Comprehensive Anglo-American] Absolute Center

On the quiet campus, the morning mist hangs on the branches of the roadside. On the first day of class after the holiday, the students who got up early were listless and walked in groups of twos and threes.

In the dormitory area of ​​the college, the silver-haired boy kicked his skateboard and wandered around the lawn. Some students who came and went looked at him and greeted everyone with a smile.

At [-]:[-], the door of the small villa was opened, and the girl with clean eyebrows and eyes came out of the door. She was wearing a black sweater, revealing a section of white collar with a bow tie, a dark brown checkered skirt, and a backpack with white sneakers. The required students are full of spirit.

Arthur shook his hand at her, and followed him on a skateboard, "Go to the classroom? Let's go together."

Anna, who didn't care, walked forward, Arthur followed, followed a few steps and suddenly said: "Actually, I saw yesterday that Neil's right hand started to turn black, and it recovered after you held his arm. You... what's going on?"

Anna stopped and turned to look at him, only seeing the handshake, or anything else.

"Your palms are glowing, and there are green fireflies?" Seeing that Anna's face turned pale, Arthur scratched his head. "Maybe I'm hallucinating. I've heard too much mutant news lately...I'm just worried about you and I'm asking."

The peaceful campus was awakened by a series of roaring sports cars. From far to near, an old Chevrolet Corvette accelerated towards them and stopped nearby. Agent Coulson in a suit and leather shoes opened the door and walked over.

"Miss Anna, you have to come with me." Coulson spoke in a relaxed tone, as if he wanted to pick her up for an outing.

Arthur stopped the classmate and asked Coulson, "You are the detective from last night. I remember you. Uncle Caffery already knew about this. You'd better put Neil back. Don’t even think about taking people away.”

Coulson avoided the question with a calm and gentle smile, "Please rest assured, Miss Anna will be safe."

After finishing speaking, he stopped looking at Arthur and said to Anna: "That friend is awake and wants to see you."

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After asking for leave from the teacher, Anna sat in an old-fashioned sports car. The speed of the sports car was inversely related to the year, and it was blown out of the campus at a high speed. Instead of going back to the city road, Anna drove straight to the direction of the community park.

Stopped in the open space of the park, a huge shadow shrouded suddenly, the wind brushed his cheeks, the leaves rustled, and a high-end fighter hovering on the grass took off its invisibility and showed its true face.

After driving into the spacious aircraft garage, a big black man came over to fix the car, and he did not forget to give Anna a friendly smile.

"That's Mike." Coulson introduced her casually, and led her inside, passing the warehouse cabin and entering the spacious lounge. The soft sofa is fixed in the cabin, inviting her to sit.

Anna lowered her head and thought, if Neil has already appeared in a different situation from other mutants, as the last contact, she is suspected of petty tricks, is it because of this that she was called here.

"Maybe you can tell me about the origin of this item?" Coulson took out a photo and placed it on the coffee table.

In the unexpected photo, there was an old long wooden box opened by one side, and Anna paused, "You have entered a private house without permission."

Coulson smiled peacefully, noncommittal.

Anna didn't answer, she was a little unhappy.

"Stark unlocked the door, I'll go in and take a look. Regarding privacy protection, you can rest assured that this photo is the only one." Coulson chose to sell a teammate.

"Miss Anna has a hobby of collecting antiques? This cane looks quite old."

This is all an understatement.The whole body of the cane in the wooden box has a long-term decayed yellowish-yellow color. It is estimated that it will not be rusted on this scale in hundreds of years. The height of the cane can be as high as his chest by visual inspection. It is considered a large ancient cultural relic. Although the corrosion is serious, the original shape cannot be seen. , but its value is very considerable, and even this blue-yellow and white-gray appearance alone is enough to be stored in museum exhibitions.

This kind of ancient relic appeared in the home of a female high school student who lived alone and had an innocent background. It seemed out of harmony. Coulson kept looking at the photo when he thought about it.

Anna: "Where is it?"

Coulson put away his smile and realized that the problem was not that simple. The first reaction of an ordinary girl should not be to calmly and clearly ask where the item is, "Miss Anna, can you explain the origin of this item?"

"My father's." Anna bowed her head. "My father left it to me before he passed away. It is very important to me. Please return it to me."

"I'm sorry to hear this." Coulson put away the photo, showing a helpless expression, "The cane is in Stark's hand. Maybe I can get it back for you later."

The small Kun-style landed on the top platform of the Stark Tower.

After closing Simmons' contact box, Coulson turned to invite Anna.

Coulson: ...

The girl standing next to the hatch covered herself tightly, with a black mask and a S.H.I.E.L.D. work hat with the brim pressed down so low that she couldn't even see her eyes when she lowered her head slightly.

He frowned and smiled, "Come with me, please."

The two walked towards the elevator through the lobby connected by the platform, and the elegant accent of the building housekeeper Jarvis sounded around, "Hi Coulson, sir is waiting for you in the laboratory."

Coulson pressed the elevator, "Go to the basement first."

Jarvis relayed it to Stark, who called up the monitor and glanced at it, "He changed jobs to take care of the children?"

Behind Coulson obediently followed a girl in school uniform and skirt with thin arms and legs, carrying a schoolbag, she looked young.

Jarvis: "A very pretty lady."

Stark put down what he was busy with, and turned his seat to look at the monitor with some interest. The picture went to the basement, and they were standing outside a special observation room of about ten square meters.

Inside the transparent partition is a pure white and clean room, with a bed and an electronic screen, which broadcasts the news of the day without pain, and the young man is stuck on the sofa, lying on his back.

Simmons, a member of the S.H.I.E.L.D. science and medical team who stayed here, approached with an electronic board and glanced at the handsome man locked in the observation room, "No progress. The blood cells did undergo fission, but we can't be sure what this change represents. What."

Coulson took the electronic board: "No mutation?"

Simmons: "No signs of alienation were found. Both Fitz and I believe that the right hand that is naked/exposed outside the cocoon is the key." For the first time, there is an example where the whole body is not cocooned, which may lead to the failure of the mutation.

Coulson explained to Anna: "That's right, Neil may be sick, or poisoned. We hope to know the detailed process of petrification so as to help him adjust. Is there any information we can provide?"

Anna didn't answer, but looked at Neil in the observation room with some doubts. Coulson glanced at Simmons, and after getting confirmation from his eyes, he clicked on the electronic board to open the door.

Hearing the sound, Neil looked up and saw Anna walking towards him with her mask off.

In the laboratory, Stark pushed away the swivel chair, put on his coat and went downstairs.

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