[comprehensive] villain friend

The City That Never Sleeps【Ⅲ】

After visiting the three temples, the sun shrank from the hot and direct light, and the heavy curtains were pulled up a bit, and the cold twilight outside could be seen through the windows.Satisfied that she had obtained what she wanted to know, Dolores prepared to leave.

"I can send you back." Modu said.

"If you mean using the portal," Dolores said with a smirk on her face, "no—that's not very environmentally friendly."

"..."

"I don't think it's safe to let you go back alone," he said disapprovingly.

"I've always been lucky." Dolores turned his face sideways, "and the weather in New York today is surprisingly good—I haven't been able to appreciate the beauty of New York up close for a long time, and I really miss it when I think about it." Well. Ah—isn’t it a rare and precious memory for us to walk around New York at sunset?”

"You shy away from us?" Mo Du frowned.

"Isn't that normal?" interjected Stephen. "It's not a surprising reaction from someone who's just stepped into the wizarding world from the normal world. To be honest - I think we're a lot like a cult." organization, and in her analysis, a cult with no future."

"Cult organization?" Dolores looked over with interest, "This description is really creative, I like it."

"You haven't been to Kamataze yet - every morning there is a large group of people in the same uniforms lined up neatly in square formations and collectively drawing circles... If it wasn't for the fact that I definitely saw the flying sparks, I really wanted to Thought it was some weird religious ritual."

"Maybe that spark is your hallucination? Some hallucinogenic drugs can indeed make people see weird things, so they have to believe in the so-called 'magic', but in fact this world is scientific." Doro Reis said softly, "Or this is just a dream of yours. In the dream, there are magic, castles, evil forces, ancient robes, supreme mages, and even personal heroism to defend the earth...Dreams make us omnipotent , to satisfy all the fantasies in our subconscious, but in fact it is just a dream, close to reality and full of magic."

"...If this is a dream," Stephen paused, as if remembering something, with a complex expression on his face, "then I would rather be immersed in the dream than wake up. Because I don't want to wake up from the dream , I found that what I was facing was a cold and cruel reality that I couldn't accept..."

He raised his hand and looked at the pair of hands that still had scars, but had regained their stability.

Modu folded his arms and frowned: "Ridiculous."

"Absurd? Yes—it is absurd," Dolores said with a icy smile. "The people outside the mirror think the people in the mirror are ridiculous, and the people in the mirror think the same way."

She looked at Stephen again: "It is really unacceptable for an excellent surgeon to lose his proud hands. If it were me, I would rather immerse myself in a magical world where hands are restored. After all, in this In this case, once you return to the real world, it is tantamount to a death sentence for your own hands."

"! How could you..." Stephen raised his head in surprise.

"Google." Dolores showed a polite smile, "Even if you can use spells, stay away from the world, and wear ancient robes, as if you are still living in the last century, but don't forget-this is the information age , sir....Fortunately, you are still an American."

"..." Stephen was choked.

"So you must really love your job?" Dolores asked.

Stephen didn't speak, obviously not planning to cooperate with the other party.

Dolores glanced him up and down, and smiled: "Obviously a career you love, you're talented, and you work hard—your career has brought you everything, even if you didn't take it seriously, But we still can’t give up, otherwise we wouldn’t have rushed to the doctor to find Kamataze.”

Stephen frowned.

"So, now that your hand is indeed healed, can you really go back to your old professional life, Mr. Strange? Look at you—don't you think this looks like a black humor?" Lores pressed on step by step, "What you are looking for is to heal your hands, return to your position, and still become the top surgeon in the industry with high spirits. Now you have got the result you want, but you have completely lost it." What you want to achieve - to become Doctor Strange again, but to become a mage...well, maybe the Sorcerer Supreme."

"You have entered a completely different world from what you knew before, tearing space, spanning time, defending the peace of the earth, and dedicating your life to the great cause of fighting against evil forces-it sounds really cool, but it is Do you want it? Or is it just a 'gift' forced by fate, and you just accept it?...Have you really never regretted it or lost your mind?"

"..."

"Of course, this is really great, Mr. Strange," Dolores said in a slow tone, "for the safety of the majority of people, even some people you hate, for the sake of these people , you sacrificed your career and your life, and I'm honestly proud of America for having selfless citizens like you—"

"Stephen's choice is correct," Modo said. "There must always be someone who chooses to sacrifice, to fight the terrible evil, and do his best. I know that this is justice without a doubt."

"This is indeed justice." Dolores laughed, "but I always thought that justice is a choice that one chooses willingly, not a kind of forced to give up."

"And you, Mr. Mordo, with all due respect, you are too idealistic." She was not in a hurry, "Perfect justice does not exist, and your blind trust may drive you into a dead end, you are too I am demanding... There are always too many reversals in this world. I am not interested in the story of your Supreme Mage... But I am looking forward to what kind of expression you will show when everything is revealed in front of you Woolen cloth?"

"...You must be crazy." Modu shook his head.

"Maybe." She nodded indifferently, thoughtfully, "Maybe I've gone crazy long ago."

"Anyway, I'm still looking forward to it—looking forward to the next time we meet, you will still be the same as you are now, especially you—Mr. Modu, it must be very interesting." She smiled like this, and walked to the place An ancient door.

Dolores opened the heavy door, which seemed to be a somewhat difficult move for her, she could only barely open a gap, the ray of light cast on the floor slowly expanded and stretched, she walked through the gap She squeezed through, and the door closed suddenly, and the long beam of light disappeared completely as she left, like a dream.

She is so incompatible with this temple, even though the ancient master repeatedly stated that the other party has a certain relationship with the temple, Modu still thinks that the other party is like an ordinary girl who strayed into the magic world and reckless, just like the dreaming fairyland The real Alice is an intruder who is not tolerated by the rules and will be expelled sooner or later.

But when she really left, for some reason, Mo Du didn't feel any joy and satisfaction in his heart. On the contrary, he felt a haze that he had never felt before, covering his heart.

……

Dolores was in a good mood and walked down the streets of New York penniless.

Yes, penniless.

At the moment when she pushed open the gate of the temple and faced the busy street, Dolores really felt that she had returned to New York, and at the same time, she was aware of her somewhat embarrassing situation.

——The clothes were borrowed, and the backpack that Francis brought with her when she left New York has long been taken by Francis, and she may have lost her trace in the sea of ​​​​fire, and now she can’t even get a penny. The above is nothing.This made her even lose the possibility of taking the bus.

So now she has to walk back from Manhattan on foot.

...It sounds tragic enough, but if you think about it, you can also understand the social conditions of New York?

I really hope that a dollar bill can fall from the sky. It doesn't take much, just ten dollars.Dolores thought, maybe he could pick up unknown property in the trash can... whatever.

But think about it is also unlikely.

So she walked on slowly.

However, she was not good at sports and was weak, so she felt tired after a while. Looking around, Dolores decided to find a place to rest, and then walked back slowly.

The sun was setting, and the sky had been dyed with brilliant colors. Not far away were tall buildings, and the shadow of the Avengers Building could be faintly seen, hidden in the metal forest.

Dolores found a bench and sat down. At the end of the bench sat a chubby boy with many paper bags around him, holding a Big Mac hamburger in his hand, with a happy face on his chubby face. Satisfied with a big bite of the burger.

The other party glanced at Dolores: "Hi, good evening."

"Good evening," Dolores responded.

"The weather is really nice today," he chewed his burger inarticulately, "Have you had dinner yet?"

——Is this topic moving a little too fast?Dolores thought, but she said anyway, "...no, I didn't."

"I can see that you haven't eaten dinner," the other party sucked his finger, "You are so thin, my mother said that being thin is a very unhealthy form of expression, so pitiful." He said with a little pity and sympathy looked at her.

Dolores: "..."

She looked him up and down, and felt that this little fat kid who was eating junk food without restraint looked unhealthy, so she couldn't help showing a smile: "Then you and your mother are great."

"...This is the first time someone has praised me," the other party glanced at her a little curiously, then looked at the layers of food packaging bags around him, hesitated for a while, and walked around the bags with critical eyes , finally stretched out a round hand, and pushed a brown paper bag towards Dolores, "Here, this is for you—"

She glanced at it, and it was a bag of black pudding, plump and round.

"...Thank you," she felt a little unbelievably funny, "but I..."

"It's okay, I still have a lot." The other party waved his hand, "I know how painful it is to have nothing to eat, so you don't have to be so embarrassed."

"It's something your mother bought after all—"

"How do you know it was bought by my mother?" The boy's eyes widened in surprise, "But don't worry, it's okay, I just tasted one, this plum is too sour, I only like sweet ones, my mother I only like sweet ones, and I’m sure no one will eat them when I take them home, so I’ll just give them to you!”

"..." Dolores was silent for a moment, then took the bag of plums, "Well, thank you very much."

"It's okay." The other party waved his hand and took out another sandwich from the bag next to him. "This is the last sandwich... I think I have to go back." He slowly stood up and put all the bags Gathered together, hugged them all, "Goodbye."

"Goodbye." She replied, waving at him.

"You'd better go back early, New York is not safe at night—especially recently." The other party added.

"Thank you, I'll be careful." Dolores tilted her head, watching the chubby boy walk away while eating a sandwich.

Then she looked down at the remaining bag, slowly took out a plum from it, and took a bite.

It was indeed sour—she couldn't help frowning so sourly that she could only move her teeth little by little.She curled her lips, holding a half-gnawed plum in her left hand, and a bag in her right hand, and left here.

——Although no dollar bills fell from the sky, a bag of plums did. Is this a surprise?She comforted herself like this.

……

The sky was getting darker, and with the help of street lamps, Dolores finally walked to a familiar neighborhood.

As the night fell, the windows of the block lit up one after another, and the warm yellow made people's hearts bright.Her legs and feet were sore, her walking speed became slower and slower, and some insects could be faintly heard.

Anyway, she came back after all.

—even without a key...

Dolores paused.A man staggered out of the hanging corner, holding a gun, expressionless... He leaned against the wall, stood thoughtfully for a while, then shook his head as if feeling dizzy, found a step, and sat down.The street lamps illuminated the unkempt face, causing Dolores to squint.

For her, it was an unforgettable face——

Long time no see, Winter Soldier.

The author has something to say: Why are there plums?Because to hook up with (not) the Winter Soldier!

:)

Lonely men and widows, dark streets, flickering lights, gentle moonlight, and a bag of uneaten plums...

What a beautiful scene, what a scene for love!How can she...! ! ! 【Manual goodbye】

He couldn't help showing an indifferent smile.

...I think I debuted when I wrote Pink Sprinkle Sugar, but now I have fallen to this point... What a crime!Poor, lamentable!

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By the way, have any of you noticed?Duo always said Google==, but she doesn't have a mobile phone.

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