[Comprehensive] The Great Devil

Charles Xavier looked at the unexpected visitor in front of him.

Among the women he had seen, her appearance made her stand out—very smooth and lustrous brown natural curly long hair, like the most gentle brushstrokes in classical oil paintings.A face with soft contours, delicate features, close-set eyebrows and eyes, narrow and long eyes that look deep and blurred, thick and slender eyelashes make her look pure and innocent like a deer when she blinks, straight nose bridge, lip shape Full and naturally upturned, as if smiling all the time.At such a close distance, her skin was almost flawless, fair and smooth.She is thinner than her peers. The white loose long sleeves and slim jeans make her look younger than her actual age. She has an innocent and calm temperament, which is very recognizable.

While the professor looked at her, Sera observed the other calmly.

Charles Xavier, born in a wealthy family in New York, USA, graduated from Harvard University, and became a visiting professor at Oxford University before he was 30 years old. He is good at bioengineering and genetic science, and he is young and promising. model.Of course, this is not the key point, the key point is his face——

Red lips and white teeth, this is Selah's first impression of him, and then she immediately noticed his eyes - that is the purest blue in the world, so beautiful, from deep sea to shallow sea, the slightly drooping corners of the eyes appear Harmless and sincere, there was still a slight blush around the eyes, and the pupils seemed to have fallen stars.It is reminiscent of the brackish sea breeze, the moving ship, the sunset at the pier, and the eyes as clear as the sea.

When he stared at a person, his eyes were very bright and clear, as if charged directly to the bottom of his heart.The corners of the rosy mouth are habitually raised, with a smile, friendly and gentle, with an oriental beauty that is rare among Europeans.Elegant, natural, gentleman, like the land just after rain, fresh and moist.

He looks very bookish, gentle and... weak, almost non-aggressive, and even makes people worry that they will hurt him.

What a very special mutant.

Selah smiled at him, "Hello, Professor, I'm Selah, Selah Milt, your fan."

Charles looked at her for a few seconds, as if he had encountered some difficulty, he couldn't help putting his fingers on his temples and rubbing them gently, staring at her without blinking, without answering immediately.And Sera didn't mind, just kept smiling, looking gentle and kind.

"Okay, Selah Milt?" Charles seemed to have given up on some decision, he let out a breath, his voice was as gentle and clear as his own, and although his eyes were a little weird, he still smiled kindly, "You Speaking of fans? Oh, this is really novel, I have only been in Oxford not long ago, and you are a student here? What lessons have you heard from me?"

The professor's expression still has the vigor and enthusiasm of a young man, and his eyes are always shining when he speaks, which makes it easy to win the favor of the other party.

Serra's smile remained unchanged, and she replied with a trace of respect as if she had met a teacher she admired: "Your book "Comparison of Restriction Fragment Length Polymorphism (RFLP) and Single-Strand Conformation Polymorphism and Future Conjectures ", "Different Studies on Base Substitutions", "Variant Genes and External Expressions", "Hybridization Analysis Technology Based on Oligonucleotide Hybridization and Chip Principles"..."

She said one more word, and Charles' expression became more subtle, until finally she ended with "I have read all your papers and published books, and attended all your lectures and professional courses", and he was silent for a few seconds.

"Well... I'm sure I've never met you before, I'm pretty sure of my memory—sorry did we just meet by chance in America?"

"No, professor, this is our first meeting," Serra replied, "but I like to make all the preparations before things happen, including all the materials taught by today's professors and previous books, so that I won't be in a place where I'm not interested." Even a minute is wasted on a person.”

Charles looked at her again, his expression became more curious, and even a little wary, "So...you mean by interest..."

Sera smiled slightly, her eyes seemed to be filled with water, so when she bent her eyes, the deep blue in those eyes would become deeper, which is a very strange, rare and beautiful mutation phenomenon——

"You can't hear me, can you, Professor?" she said.

Charles twitched his brows, he tried his best to calm down his expression, and still had a gentle and friendly smile on his face, "What voice are you talking about?—Of course I can hear you—"

"——the sound here," Sera tapped her temple lightly, and whispered, "My place...is very quiet, isn't it?"

Charles' expression was stiff. After a while, he calmed down, looked at her, and narrowed his eyes slightly, "Who are you?"

After a pause, he added, "I mean...your real identity."

"I'm Serra Milt," she said, "like you, Professor Charles Xavier—a mutant."

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Oxford, inside the UK's first coffee shop.

This cafe was originally built in 1650 and is an old antique shop with a long history.Because there were no customers here earlier, Charles asked her taste first in a gentlemanly manner, and after getting an answer, he ordered a pot of Blue Mountain coffee for himself. After the waiter left, he adjusted his sitting posture and put his fingers together. on her knees, then raised her head and gazed at her with those sea-like eyes.

"You said you're also a mutant?" Charles raised his eyebrows curiously. "Forgive me for asking—what do you think is the same as people like us... well?"

Sera doesn't like drinking coffee, even though it smells rich and mellow and is loved by the public, it is still a functional drink. Compared to it, she prefers plain water with nothing added.At this moment, she held the transparent glass of water in both hands, took a sip of the hot water to moisten her throat, and then raised her eyes, and the corners of her lips slowly rose.

"You've figured it out, haven't you? About my abilities..." She leaned closer, watching Charles' finger that gradually slid to his temple stop, she tapped her forehead, and the pair of blue eyes that were just a few feet away More and more thrilling, transparent and flawless in the sun——

"So, now, do you know what I'm thinking?"

The young professor withdrew his hand in a little embarrassment, and coughed twice.She couldn't detect her thoughts at all—his perception was like being thrown into a black hole, where it was extremely deep and extremely quiet, and there was no echo when all his thoughts were thrown into it, and after listening for a long time, there would be a kind of A trance like being swallowed up.He had never seen this kind of situation on anyone, and this was the best proof.

"Defense? Resist? Reflex?" Charles read out his guess, blue eyes sparkling, "Are you doing this to everyone, or are you only able to resist a part? What is stronger than you? Could it be that your ability can only restrain Our kind of mind control?—”

He looked very excited, his expression was full of young people's curiosity, and his eyes were pure and soft as he stared at her.Facing his endless words, Sera took a sip of hot water and showed a very faint, almost fragile smile.

"They told me my powers work on all mutants—at least the ones they found, and I countered them perfectly."

"They?" Charles raised his eyebrows, "Who are you referring to?"

"The people who imprisoned us," Sera replied softly, "Of course...now it should be called: the people who hunted us down."

Charles froze, "...What did you say? Who imprisoned you? Where did you come from? Are you not a student at Oxford?"

"As I said, I'm your fan," Sera smiled, "—I'm here for you."

Charles blinked, stared at Sera for a while, and suddenly couldn't help laughing out, with a teasing and helpless expression, "Ah - you are Ruiwen's friend, right? She instructed you to come here Prank?—Well, I have to say that you almost fooled me—”

His gentle jokes stopped abruptly, and his eyes were fixed on Sera's thin white arms exposed by rolling up his sleeves.

In addition to the countless fine needle holes, there is also a very hideous scar on the white and blue arm, which is as long as two fingers. The wound seems to have been scarred not long ago, and the edges are uneven as if they were roughly torn. of.Such wounds appear on the fair and delicate skin, and there is a thrilling sense of contrast.

"Someone is secretly capturing mutants for experiments, and I'm just one of them. This is the wound I left after I pulled out the tracker when I escaped," Sera's voice was flat, "I spent two months I just escaped here from the laboratory and found you, but the people who escaped with me were not as lucky as me, most of them died, and the rest were all caught back."

She looked at Charles' fixed eyes, slowly put down her sleeves, took a sip of hot water calmly, and smiled, "How would you rate me for such a prank, Professor?"

Charles stared at her complicatedly, his red lips moved slightly, and was about to say something, but was interrupted by the waiter who brought the coffee.He just took advantage of this to relieve the stagnant atmosphere, relaxed his body and leaned back on the chair, and the mellow coffee smell entered his nose, but he could no longer enjoy this relaxation and leisure.He was silent for a long time, took a deep breath, looked at this pale and thin girl, felt the angry, restless and fearful soul under the fragile appearance, and sighed softly.

"So, what do you want me to do when you come to me?"

Sierra put down the cup, and observed the other person's subtle facial expressions, seeking the information she wanted from every inch of muscle movement, and only smiled slightly and spoke softly when she got the answer.

"Did you know that dozens of mutants who are stronger, stronger, and faster than me escaped from that place together. Some of them can simulate the surrounding environment, like a chameleon, and some can perceive it. With the slightest sound, I changed my route to avoid being hunted down... But in the end, I was the only one who managed to escape, do you know why?"

Charles stared at her without speaking.

"I don't have the powerful mind control ability that you taught me, I don't even know how to fight at all, a small fruit knife can kill me, and I escaped and haven't been caught so far... I rely on Not from mutant talent, but here, and here." She nodded her head, then nodded her heart, "I'm cautious and smart enough, I can guess where the group of people will appear , where is waiting for me to throw myself into a trap... and what I need to do is to always be one step ahead of them."

Charles' eyes were soft, and he couldn't help sighing, "Poor girl..."

"And the reason why I came to you is also the same," Sierra glanced at the crowd outside the window, she kept a high level of vigilance for everything, which seemed to be a habit developed since she was a child, "but I am not strong enough, at least not now... Therefore, I have come to seek your refuge."

Charles was slightly taken aback.shelter?

"Do you know why they captured me and locked me in the deepest cell?—Not because I can pose a threat to humans," Sera smiled slightly, "but because...my existence is to them enemies, all mutants . . . are deadly."

"So my strategic value is immeasurable. And they...will never let me go."

"I can hide from them for a while, but I can't hide from them forever... I need a strong enough helper."

"I chose you, Charles."

"I don't want to go back to that horrible place... Please help me."

She stared intently into the young professor's eyes, almost pleading.

Charles stared at her in a daze. The fragility and innocence that seemed to be broken at the touch of a finger made this girl under 20 years old show a kind of beauty that makes people feel dreadful. This posture makes it almost impossible for anyone who sees her Deny her sincere request.

But Charles Xavier is not an ordinary person. He is good at controlling the mind and thinking, and his mind is firmer than ordinary people. Therefore, after only a moment of trance, he immediately wakes up and becomes more rational.

"I can provide you with a temporary shelter..." Charles is not very good at rejecting others, he turned his eyes slightly, and couldn't bear to see the other party's fragile and dim eyes for a moment, paused, and his voice became more gentle, "I'm very happy I'm sorry, Miss Sella Milt... I'm not as strong as you said, I'm also someone who wants to live in peace forever, and I have some very important friends around me who still need my protection... This is England, even if I I have great sympathy for you, and it is difficult for me to continue to guarantee your safety under the hunt of those people you mentioned... Please forgive me, there is only so much I can do."

Sierra stared into the opponent's sea-like clear and deep eyes, and was silent for two seconds.

"Is there really only so much, Professor?" she asked, her voice low.

Charles couldn't help but clenched his hands, he closed his eyes, and sighed silently.

"I can give you anything you need, money, apartment, car—"

"I don't need those things." Sera interrupted him softly, seeming to smile, "I didn't need them in the most difficult time... Now, I don't need them."

Charles opened his eyes and looked at her fixedly, "You..."

"Do you know, actually I can understand your thoughts," Sera shook the glass, watching the clear liquid inside swaying back and forth, colliding with crystal splashes, "Maybe what you said is true, live a peaceful life, Important friends, nationalities, relationships... But I think there is one more crucial point that you haven't said—"

"You are a mutant. And my existence can also threaten you, can't it?"

Charles was taken aback, he couldn't refute what she said, because it was the truth.

Over the years, from the initial discovery of being able to hear other people's thoughts of panic, anxiety, and difficulty falling asleep, to getting used to it, learning to control, and gradually enhancing this ability, and now subconsciously exploring, gaining more sense of security and integrating into Among ordinary people... this ability has become indispensable in his life, and it is hard to imagine what would happen if he lost it. He enjoys the convenience brought to him by the mutant ability, and at the same time, he will bear the burden risk and responsibility.

She was right... damn she was right!

From the first time I met her, I found that I couldn't know what the other person was thinking. For Charles, Selah Milt was like a secret that could never be solved. She could lie to him at will, but he couldn't at all. His proud ability to tell the truth from the false was lost here, and he had to admit that he felt uneasy about it.

Even if he really, really sympathizes with what happened to her, and she is also a member of the mutant race... But this is the first time they have met, he can't verify the truth of what she said, and he still needs to protect his own Friends and family... He must not risk these.He can only do so much.

Charles closed his eyes and sighed deeply, "Sorry... please forgive my selfishness, Sierra."

Sera stared lightly at the young face of the other party, suddenly smiled, nodded to him, and said, "I can understand, of course I can... You don't even have to do so much for me." Those cash, house, car.

"You can hear other people's minds, Professor Charles," Sera rolled his eyes, "then, can you hear what's in your own mind... because I heard it, and it told me one thing—"

"You'll regret it. I promise."

Then she raised her head and took a sip of clean boiled water, stood up, nodded lightly to him, and bid farewell, "Goodbye, Charles."

"I hope your life can be so peaceful forever—it's the opposite of mine."

He paused, watching her complicatedly after leaving a few pounds, and then left here without looking back. His thin figure quickly disappeared into the crowd in Pigeon Square outside.

Will he regret it? ...probably so.

The author has something to say:

When the professor was young, he was dancing and waving, probably because of his hair.

The big devil is playing tricks on the professor again, and put wax on my blue eyes in advance.