[Comprehensive Anglo-American] Resurrected from the Dead

This is a dream, Annie told herself.

An exquisite red brick house stands quietly among the woods. Standing at the door of this house, she not only knows that she is in a dream, but also knows where this house is, Xavier School for Gifted Boys, but, she I don't know why I am here in my dream.

"Annie."

Annie turned her head, and behind her a middle-aged man in a navy blue suit and sitting in a wheelchair was watching him with a gentle expression. "You..." It's Charles* Xavier!

"I think you recognize me, dear Anne," he said, smiling.

Annie nodded and said, "Yes, Professor."

Charles nodded, looked at the red brick house, and said, "Why don't you go in and have a look?"

Annie followed his line of sight, looked at the house again, shook her head and said, "No, I don't want to go in."

"Go in and have a look, and see if it's the same as Xavier in your memory, aren't you curious?" Charles said, steering the wheelchair and driving in.

Annie hesitated for a while, and seeing that he had already entered the house, she followed slowly.

As soon as she entered the door, she was almost hit by a little boy about five or six years old. She supported the boy, and he looked up and smiled at her. Just ran out.

In the house, on the corridor decorated with classical tables and chairs on both sides, there are many teenagers and girls passing Annie with notebooks or books in their hands.

A man in black wearing sunglasses turned out from the end of the corridor. At this moment, a red-haired woman walked behind Annie. The man in the sunglasses smiled. The two met in the corridor. The red-haired woman asked softly, "Have you finished class?"

The red-haired woman laughed and said, "Yes, do you have any suggestions?"

The man thought for a while and said, "Maybe, we can go for a drive together at night."

The red-haired woman said, "Well, if I don't have another itinerary, I can think about it!"

"Oh, Qin, it's not right for you to do this!" the man said with a hint of pampering.

"Really?" Qin also laughed.

Annie walked towards them, but the two of them seemed unable to see her, not only them, except for the little boy who had just entered the door and the now missing Professor X, no one else in the room could see her either. This is novel to Annie, after all, this is her dream, but the characters in her dream, there are some who can see her, and some who can't.

Suddenly, Annie stopped, because she saw a familiar figure appearing in her sight, Wolverine.

Wolverine was wearing a brown coat, and looked younger than he is now. When Jean greeted him with that man, there was a hint of incomprehensible emotion in his eyes, which seemed to be surprised, and also seemed to be pleasantly surprised. There is also some faint loss.

Annie read the pain of unrequited love from his gaze, and also read the forbearance, which she deliberately ignored in the depths of her memory, his previous feelings were staged in front of her eyes unexpectedly, no, earlier It was mentioned in Victor's mouth, she thought, this is probably thinking about it every day and dreaming at night?Perhaps, she cared more about these things than she imagined, and the way he looked at Qin made her feel a faint heartache.

Annie watched Wolverine greet them briefly, then walked into a room, and she also entered, and saw Charles who entered the room first, he smiled and looked at Wolverine, and said, "Welcome Go home, Logan."

Wolverine nodded, the two exchanged a few words, and finally he was silent for a while, turned and left.

Annie leaned against the door and watched him go out, as if he, like Jean, could not see her.

"They can't see you, and neither can Logan." Charles said after motioning her to close the door.

Annie closed the door and turned to look at Charles, "This is not a dream."

"Actually, this is a dream, Anne, our dream." Charles smiled and stretched out his hand, pointing to the chair in front of the desk, "Sit down!"

Annie looked at him suspiciously, "Our dream?"

"Can you tell me how you feel about this place?" Charles asked.

"'Here?" Annie sat down slowly, looking at Professor X who was smiling all over her face, "This place is no different from what I imagined."

"To be precise, it's the same as the story in your world, isn't it?" Charles said.

Annie was taken aback, and looked at Charles in surprise, "You..." She immediately understood, "You saw it, my memory."

"Yes, sorry, I read your memory without your permission." Charles said apologetically.

"I don't understand the current situation. This shouldn't be a dream, right? It looks more like... a spiritual fantasy." Annie made a circle in the air with her hand, "All the people here and this school are all The illusion you created."

Charles laughed and said, "Annie, I don't have the ability to create an illusion right now."

Annie shrugged, nodded and said, "Okay, then please don't ask me to guess riddles, I'm not good at these."

"I believe you have a lot of questions to ask, but we don't have a lot of time, so don't waste time arguing whether this is a dream or a hallucination." Charles moved the wheelchair, turned in front of her, and pulled the two closer. After a distance, he stared at Annie and said, "Annie, you have to tell me how you feel about this place."

Annie looked at him, his expression was serious and serious, she thought for a while, and said, "This place is very good, at least for mutants."

Charles nodded, his expression suddenly darkened, he was silent for a long time, and said, "But, they are all dead. The students you saw were all taken by me..."

Anne didn't speak, she looked at Charles quietly, he looked down at his knees, his hands on the handles of the wheelchair were trembling slightly.

Charles slowly raised his eyelids, looked at Annie, and said slowly, "Sorry."

Annie looked at the pained expression on his face, and said softly: "It doesn't matter if it's a dream or a hallucination, if you appear, you shouldn't just show me around Xavier, or just chat with me, right? So , if you want to tell me, or let me tell Logan something, please say it!"

Charles sighed, shook his head, and said, "No, Annie, I'm not in control of this place, I said it, this is our dream."

Annie looked at him puzzled, "I don't understand!"

Charles smiled wryly, and after a long silence, he whispered, "I'm trapped in your body, Anne."

Annie stood up involuntarily, looked at Charles, opened her eyes wide, and asked incredulously, "What?"

Charles looked at the shocked Anne, and said helplessly, "To be specific, I'm trapped in your subconscious."

Annie looked at Charles thoughtfully, frowned slightly, and said, "That is to say... the sudden disappearance of my abilities has something to do with you!"

Charles nodded slowly and said, "Yes, that's right."