[Zhongyingmei] My students are not right

Pulling up a building on the ground is already an extremely common thing for Eric. In his eyes, these cities made of steel bars are as fragile as building blocks. Nothing is indestructible, not even steel.

Floating over New York, he calmly watched the city's impetuous busyness, cars coming and going, and pedestrians in a hurry. Flashy and useless colored lights.

Someone had already seen him standing still in mid-air, and after a brief moment of stupefaction, he heard someone in the crowd beneath his feet exclaiming "Magneto".When the sentinel robots he got out of the Damage Control Bureau slowly flew behind him, those voices calling "Magneto" were more trembling with extreme fear.

He has long been used to such a panicked tone, but in his memory, when Claire mentioned this title, the teasing and playful tone was relatively unfamiliar. Although it was unfamiliar, when he remembered it, he only felt a tremor in his heart.

"Magneto, why are you here?"

Once the memory is opened, more and more can be remembered, and he can even accurately describe the arc of her eyebrows raised slightly when she said this sentence.It's just that the more I can remember, the more anger I get.

Eliminating a person's existence from this world is the cruelest punishment, and he can't even imagine what kind of expression she will have if he doesn't remember her and pass her by as an ordinary stranger one day in the future.

She will be very sad, all the people she loves, those who love her, don't remember her anymore.

How dare those people?

He clenched his fists, and all the aluminum alloy window frames of the Woolworth skyscraper under his feet made a harsh twisting sound.

The people in the building felt the slight shaking of the building, and they all opened the windows to look at it. After seeing the man in the purple-red armor floating in the air, they all cried out in horror: "It's Magneto! Magneto!"

"Why is Magneto here?!"

"Didn't Magneto just wiped out Apocalypse the day before!"

……

With cold eyes, he watched these people who were holding coffee and sitting on soft leather office chairs overlooking the city panic in the windows, and then raised his other hand, "呯", The windows on the upper floors burst open, and shattered glass poured down from the sky, creating yet another scream from the crowd downstairs.

He has no mercy for humans.

there has never been.

"Bah!"

Eric raised his hand, and threw the superhero in steel armor onto the LED display on the opposite side where the news of "Magneto destroys the apocalypse and saves mankind" was playing, and then he controlled the Sentinel robot and the vengeance robots who rushed forward. The members of the Alliance of Raiders were stuck in the ruins.

The Woolworth Building trembled, and the glass of a window burst open, but the sound of glass shattering had long been covered by a more deafening rumbling sound. Except for the Woolworth Building, the other high-rise buildings in this group of buildings were still standing. become a ruin.

The Woolworth Building, a skyscraper that has stood in the New York complex for nearly a hundred years, seemed to be protected by something, no matter how powerful he used it, he could not shake it completely.

This made him who had always been calm feel a little strangely anxious.

At this time, a green giant tore up the sentinel robot that was entangled with him on the roof with his bare hands, and threw the mechanical arm that had turned into scrap iron at him. He easily controlled the metal objects, but the next moment he was caught by this speed. The extremely fast green giant was knocked down with one punch, he soared into the air, quickly found his balance, controlled the magnetic field, and formed a protective circle around his body, protecting him and slowly falling back to the ground.

It's just that he was wearing the helmet on his head all the time, and he had already been blown away by Hulk's punch, and there were a few scratches on the corners of his eyes, with faint blood oozing out.

Through the floating metal object, squinting at the Hulk Hulk with chaotic and crazy eyes.

He knew the real identity of Hulk, physicist Bruce Banner. In Claire's memory, this person was her cousin. They had a happy childhood. She rode a children's bicycle in the When strolling in Central Park, this man followed her with a physics book in his hand, raising his eyes to look at her from time to time.

Now, of course, no one, except Eric, remembers her.

He clenched his fists tightly, and the metal objects shattered by the robots slowly pointed the sharpest points at Hulk with the faint fluctuations of his emotions.

"Eric! Stop!"

Charles' anxious voice suddenly sounded in his head.

"Get out of my mind, Charles." Eric replied with a calm voice, but for those who are familiar with him, it is easy to find some unobvious sinisterness from that calmness.

"Listen, old friend, I know you..."

"What do you know?" Eric gritted his teeth, and cracks began to appear in his calm tone, "You are the omniscient Professor X, but you still easily forget her, the last thing in the world should be blinded by these so-called magic It should be you, but you still forget about her and become a person who knows nothing, Charles, you know nothing, so get out of my head."

"I saw it, I saw it from your brain, Eric." Charles tried to calm down his emotions, "I found a few people of the same race as her through the main brain, and from their brains, I saw that she is indeed in the Woolworth Building, but you can't save her by destroying the building. Their world is attached to this building by special magic. Her fate is actually It’s no different from ordinary people staying in the building now, you ruined the building, what happened to her is what happened to the people in the building.”

"Eric, you're not saving her."

Eric's hand trembled slightly.

"But I can't help it." Eric said, his voice still couldn't hear any emotion, but the magnetic fields around him began to tremble slightly like the tall buildings he destroyed before.

"Eric, as long as you remember her," said Charles, "as long as you remember her."

No one in the world remembers her existence, only you remember her, and the relationship between you has never ended.

Eric returned to the Banner house in West Chester again. It was already evening, and most of the residents in the town had started to eat dinner. He could still smell all kinds of food through the windows. Scent, and heard the host on the TV report about another crisis in New York during the day.

He was wearing a woolen jacket and suit trousers, with one hand in the pocket of the suit trousers, with his back straight, standing under the street lamp with the sound of electric current. If it weren't for the scratches on the corners of his eyes and the wounds on the back of his hands, there would be almost no one there. Linking him to Magneto, who rampages New York during the day.

The hostess of the Banner house, Claire's aunt, Ms. Jones, glanced at him with a doubt in her eyes when she passed him with a vegetable basket. The lady stared at him with neither joy nor anger on her face.

A tall and slender young girl came across from her with a bag on her shoulders. When she passed by, she stared at the girl and said angrily, "Why are you coming back now? Don't you know how much my aunt misses you?" Holding the wrist of the girl who was still a little dazed with one hand, she muttered, "Come home with me, my aunt will cook something delicious for you."

Eric paused as he pulled out a cigarette from the pack, and looked over there. Ms. Jones had already led the bewildered young girl into the courtyard of Banner's house. After looking at it for a long time, he took out the lighter, Turning the lighter in the palm of his hand a few times, he put it back into the bag.

After Ms. Jones pulled the girl into the house, he leaped up to the window sill on the second floor, and stepped into Claire's former room at the last minute when the sun fell into the forest.

The black cat Irina was lying on the bed, raised her head when he first entered the room, and looked at him with burning golden pupils.

He walked to the bedside, turned on the bedside lamp, and adjusted the light to the temperature he was most familiar with.

"I failed to bring her back." He stared at the lampshade and said, not sure if he was talking to himself or to himself.

He sat on the edge of the bed, waving the fabric of the bed sheet with his palm, as if he could feel the warmth of Claire's stay here after a while.

Elena stood up and rubbed her head against his wrist.

He reached out and touched Elena's head.

"Is this what her world looks like?" he said.

Elena let out a "meow".

"Can she come back?" Before Elena could cry out, he laughed, "Yes."

He got up from the bed, stepped on the soft carpet, and came to the stone steps in the suitcase. This time, without Irina leading the way, he stepped in without any hesitation. known world.

Claire's memory exists here, he doesn't know how many times he has seen it, from a yellow-haired girl riding a children's bicycle rampage in Central Park, to a mature and charming blonde stunner, he has walked with her for more than [-] years, and wants to reach out When I touch her smiling face, I can only see my own piercing air, and feel nothingness.

So, he simply didn't touch her in his memory, just kept a very close distance, and only looked at her with a pair of eyes.

In the past, he believed in what he saw, but now, he can only deceive himself with his eyes.

In the last part, they are still in the small hotel in Krakow, turning the lights to the most ambiguous temperature, taking off each other's clothes, and then lingering on the big bed.

He leaned on the balcony, lit the cigarette he had smoked before, and looked at the lights of the stagnant textile hall not far away.

Charles said that as long as he remembered her, they had never been over before.

He never likes to wait, his character has become completely different from his childhood through years of suffering, and when he first arrived in Auschwitz, he still hoped that one day someone would tear down the walls that kept them inside. The barbed wire fence saved them, and later, he no longer waited for others to change his destiny.

Especially waiting for someone who doesn't know when he will show up again.To him, this kind of waiting is like cutting out the heart with a blunt knife. Every time he looks at her in his memory, he feels that he is one step closer to a complete lunatic, but he can't help but stop looking, like an addict, In these brilliant and beautiful memories, he revealed his most unbearable side.

He took a puff of cigarette in embarrassment, spit out the smoke ring, and covered his face, so as not to expose his momentary trance to Claire's memory.

In her memory, he has always been mysterious and methodical, as if everything is under control.

He heard footsteps behind him, and it must be someone in the room waking up from the sound sleep after sexual desire.

"Eric."

He heard Claire calling him. For a moment, he thought it was the Claire who lived in his memory who finally saw him. The ash shook from the pipe in his hand, revealing the fact that his hand was trembling slightly. He turned his head and saw Claire with exquisite makeup and red eyes.

"You..." His chest that had been silent for a long time began to feel the violent pounding of his heart, "It was you in the memory of how old you were."

This Claire smiled, just because the tears slipped from her eyes, the smile was a bit bitter: "I am me."

Eric felt his heart no longer beating violently.

It seemed to have returned to the place where it felt at ease, beating quietly and obediently.