[Comprehensive British and American] Justice Passerby

This is the last sound from the recording. It seems that due to some external force, the signal transmitted by the bugging equipment ends here.

Freya put the phone aside and fell into deep thought.

Fury said a name - the Magical Congress of America. Obviously, the magic world is not only in an orderly operation, but its upper level is even closely related to the non-magic world.Fury knows, or at least suspects, that there is some kind of magical means of controlling people that is difficult for psychics to see, but he can't risk being discovered by the outside world until he is sure-this mysterious world is trying to Protecting yourself, or are you trying to protect ordinary people who know nothing about magic?

If all capable users are helpless against this kind of control, there will be a very dire consequence: once someone around them is under mind control, people will not have any means to distinguish him.If they want to solve this situation, they must seek help from the magical world, they must know what happened in that world, and who is trying to subvert the world of ordinary people.Freya hopes that the person behind it is only a part of the magic world, otherwise, facing the hostility of a group, perhaps people can only pray to God to avoid the invasion of mysterious forces.

She emptied the milk in her mug, and on a whim, typed "magic" into the computer search bar.Under this entry, Freya found some creepy murals from the Middle Ages, some dictations of people who were said to have experienced magic, and a lot of fantasy stories.Except for some seemingly specious information in old newspapers, almost all the information is a castle in the air to her.One of the newspapers wrote that in a private house on the outskirts of New York, some residents claimed to have witnessed a huge animal flying across the sky.It looks like a bird, and possibly a dragon.In view of the incoherence of the witnesses and the fact that the story itself is a bit unbelievable, this revelation was published in a 1926 issue of the "New York Daily News" as a scrap.

Freya was somewhat interested, the sky had completely darkened, she got up and closed the window, ready to get herself something to eat.

Not long after she had hollowed out a pot of mashed potatoes, Clark called.He sounded very angry, and his voice was very different from before, showing a hard quality.

"I heard about it," Clark said. "The reporter in the booth across from me wrote a story about the captain that was full of lies and nothing true. I tried to change the story, but Perry accused Instead of doing my own job, I kept poking my nose into other people's affairs. He showed me the report request sent to him by the top, and I glanced at it. It was not a directional outline at all, it was almost a Full coverage. Steve is a good man, a respectable man, a hero, and I am outraged that he is being used for political gamesmanship, Freya, he deserves more than that."

Freya smiled wryly, and she briefly talked about Bruce and her discovery.

"Magic again," Clark said. "The word has been making my ears callous lately. Bruce contacted me at noon today, and we both agreed that we need to gather metahumans as soon as possible and convince them to fight with us and work together." Prepare for the upcoming storm. We made an appointment a few hours ago for the next trip, I will go to Central City this weekend, Diana will visit the friend who lives in the sea in the near future, and Bruce will be responsible for finding The cyborgs in the video. Oliver and Bruce have another job together, but they're cryptic and don't tell me."

Freya listened, nodded first, and immediately reacted, asking: "What about me?"

"Their original words are that you have to 'solve your own little problems' first." Clark said helplessly.

"Okay." Freya sighed, throwing herself onto the sofa, "Recent incidents happen one after another, I feel like a squashed sponge, and before I can recover, the next round of battles will start again. Come on. Clark, you don't know how scared I am. Yes, I can fly over Mach one, I'm invulnerable, but I didn't stop that bullet."

"If you have to blame yourself like this, blame me. Blame me for not going with you," Clark said. "Do you believe me, Freya? I can hear his heart beating. He's alive." , This is all due to you. Never overestimate your ability to carry too much, if there is a person in this world who can stop the special bullet fired at that distance, it will not be you."

"Too much? I'll return this sentence to you intact." Freya said, "I'm just a little sad. I could have discovered the abnormality earlier."

"And I could have seen Zod coming. No, the fact is we can't, you can't," Clark said gently. "Stop being a fool, silly girl."

Freya smiled involuntarily.

That night she dreamed of Superman's bright red cape.

......

Freya and Diana went out for tea on Wednesday afternoon.

Since they met at the banquet, they have maintained a close relationship, and their relationship has grown as each has gradually discovered many similarities with each other.

Sitting at a table in a remote corner, Diana showed Freya the spoils she got in the sea country, a scar on her thigh.

"Arthur Curry is a diehard." She dropped her skirt nonchalantly. "He told me to get out of his place before I could finish my sentence."

"How is he?" Freya asked curiously.

"Amazons don't 'get off other people's land,'" Diana said lightly. "I gave him a hard time."

The corners of Freya's lips curled up. "So, what did he say about our alliance?"

"Maybe I'll ask him next time I go to see him." Diana tapped the bone china teacup with the small silver spoon in her hand. "And you, you look very depressed."

"I haven't dared to see him until now," Freya said. "Steve must have known it was me. We've known each other for so long, but I never told him who I am."

Diana looked up at her.

"You were there, Freya, and you heard him say with your own ears that he will uphold everyone's right to conceal their identity. This is what came out of his mouth, and he will never blame you."

"He doesn't blame me," Freya said, "but it feels bad. You know what's worse? He's lying in my arms, bleeding all over my hands, if it wasn't for hearing God The SHIELD is coming, and I could have snapped Mystique's neck."

"I know, honey," said the Amazon softly. "It's not good to lose."

"There are security measures in the lecture venue, and the gun is obviously specially made," Freya gave her a grateful smile, and changed the topic, "I have never been exposed to mind control before. In my hometown, there are some Branches can use magic-like powers, they can manipulate certain natural weather at will, wind, rain, thunder and lightning, hail, but none of them can do such delicate work-before coming to the earth, I thought the influence What other people think is impossible. Mystique is controlled, and we don't even know the magic that controls her."

Diana put down her teacup, seemingly thinking about something.

"What?" Freya asked with concern.

Diana pursed her lips, but opened her mouth anyway.

"Actually, we are not ignorant." The Goddess of War said slowly, "When I told you that I had seen similar creatures in New York, I concealed part of the truth. I did see similar creatures , a werewolf. It's just that I was not here at that time, but entered the magical world."

Freya's hand holding the spoon to stir the black tea involuntarily stopped.

"In 1926, America, New York, that was the eighth year I came to the human world from Paradise Island," Diana continued, "some things, I witnessed it happen. The mysterious power, the ancient tradition The spell, and the stunningly beautiful creature whose long tail feathers disappeared into the sky, immediately sparked my curiosity about magic. Over the ensuing decades, I dealt with many wizards, and their During the conversation, I learned about the history and current situation of the magic world, but it also brought me many unrealistic fantasies at the time."

She lowered her eyes.

"Magic is dangerous, Freya, it leads you astray, it plays with you, it whispers in your ear like a devil, even today I can recall the illusory joy of that time."

Freya took her hand.

"There is a thing," continued the Amazon, "that is said to bring the dead back to the world. The wizards call it the Resurrection Stone, and they seek out the whereabouts of this stone, and spend money and kill each other for it. In the wildest ten Over the past few years, people who have gone on and on have given their lives for this small stone-the Deathly Hallows."

"You got it." Freya's throat clenched.

Diana examined her, and then slowly, the war goddess nodded.

"I owned the Resurrection Stone for 15 years."

Freya gasped.

Diana's expression showed a kind of sadness mixed with remorse and nostalgia.

"You know what, Freya? They're right. The Resurrection Stone can't really bring back your loved ones. Magic can't transcend death. It's just a dream, a stolen moment in time."

She withdrew her hand, took a sip of tea, and swallowed the bitterness in her throat.

The Amazon had even forced a Death Curse with the bracelet in the final struggle, but as the stone fell into her palm, her long-silent heartbeat began to restless again.

She knew that she was touching a taboo, and she knew that her behavior was definitely not fair, but she couldn't tell whether it was the magic that tempted her, or whether she succumbed to the magic.

Diana turned the Resurrection Stone three times that night, and Steve came to her in the moonlight.

They danced in the snow, Captain Trevor leaning down to kiss her temples.

"I want to take you to all corners of the world," he said. "I want to read the newspaper and have breakfast with you. I want to marry you."

He's so young and so handsome it almost breaks your heart.

That was her true love and her eternal pain.

This period of time is like clouds and fog, and the joy is always hidden behind the tulle, which cannot be seen clearly.

It wasn't until 15 years later that she woke up like a dream and gave the stone to a friend.The Amazons left that world far away, and never spoke of magic again.