The correct way to attack the villain

Song Mo's reason for asking for leave today was illness. This was not an excuse he made for not wanting to go to work or to escape, but because he was really sick.

It is obviously unreasonable to put a huge Honkai source core into a person's brain, so Otto has carried out extreme energy compression on the Honkai source core. This compression method can keep the Honkai source core the size of a fingernail , until it grows next time, which is 18 years later.If the source of Houkai is not taken out at that time, no matter how powerful the host body has the ability to adapt to Houkai, the Houkai source that breaks through the protection and becomes the size of the center of the earth in an instant will squeeze the head of the host body.

The compression shield of the core of the Honkai source broke a small crack today.It will not cause the leakage of the source of collapse, but it will make the host uncomfortable enough.

Song Mo is feeling very uncomfortable now.

He was wearing pajamas, holding the box in his hand that he "picked up" from Batman. He had always treasured it carefully, and wanted to throw it away today, but in the end he was reluctant to pick it up again.

Every step I take, I feel a throbbing pain in my temples.

He got on the elevator in such a dazed manner, walked to the door of the rental room, took out the key, and opened the door.

Then he collided with a red cloak who was sitting on a single sofa in the rented house, reading with relish the magazines on his bookshelf, and who was sitting in a particularly upright posture.

For a moment, Song Mo wondered if he was hallucinating from the pain, and only then did he see a cloak that was completely uncontrolled by anyone sitting at his house reading a book, and the cloak rolled up its neckline and waved it when it saw him— —The most frightening thing is that he actually understood the meaning of this gesture, as if a lady or a man raised his arm to say hello to a stranger.

"Sorry, I should have said hello to you before I came, but I didn't realize that I don't have your contact information until I was about to leave." A man's voice suddenly came out from the cloak, low and unfamiliar, Song Mo can be sure that he should not have seen the other party before today, "As for why there is only one cloak left when you go to your place - it's a bit complicated to say, so I'll make a long story short."

"It's like this, I strayed into a very strange dimensional space."

When the other party started to speak, the red cloak picked up the pen and note paper that were on the pen holder on the coffee table, and wrote on it: [He was trapped in the third dimension by Earl Rose]

"But your affairs can't be dragged on any longer."

[That dimension was heavily guarded, he was trapped for two days, he sent me out and told me to go to the temple for help. ]

"So I let my cloak go."

[After asking for help, he suddenly remembered the purpose of going out this time, so he asked me to stop by and find you. ]

"Don't worry, even though it's just a cloak, it's connected to the source of my spells, so it can help me somewhat."

[So his character makes him have no friends until now. ]

Song Mo looked at it with a complicated expression, and after a while he tried to ask, "Mr. Strange...?"

The cloak is like Doctor Strange's megaphone, although no one knows where the voice came from: "Yes."

Almost immediately, the information he had received a long time ago appeared in Song Mo's mind.

This information was originally collected by Bangya when Hydra attacked Stark’s firewall and hacked into the federal government. A related document written by S.H.I.E.L.D. is about a group of hidden, unknown, A magician who has mastered the magic beyond the material plane, and the file of this person is placed at the highest level.

Stephen Strange, the supreme mage who transcends the laws of nature.

After he almost searched all over the world to find a way to curb the growth of the source of collapse in his mind and failed in the end, this was his only life-saving straw.

Of course, Song Mo had no reason to neglect him. He put down the box in his hand and walked to the refrigerator: "Would you like something to drink?"

Strange: "No, thank you, anyway, I can't drink it if you give it to me."

Cloak: [Is there an iced Coke? ]

So the young man took out two cans of Coke and handed one of them to the red cloak. The cloak stretched out and took over the collar. He skillfully opened the tab with the other collar, and then poured the Coke into the center of the cloak's neck—God knows How can a cape drink anything, but those cokes that look like they've been poured into the air do magically disappear.

There was even a silent belch after drinking.

Song Mo waited until the cloak was finished before stretching out his hand: "Song Mo Silance."

The cloak obviously liked the polite and handsome young man in front of him. The longer corner rolled up and shook him, and the other corner patted the back of his hand kindly.

"I know." Strange said at the other end of the cloak speaker, "I knew it when you surrounded my door with a large number of mutants."

Song Mo: "I'm sorry, I tried many methods before but couldn't contact you."

Strange's tone was casual: "It's nothing, they just trampled on my lawn, and it was unintentional, and they are much more civilized and polite than those who just blew up my house just to find me."

The red cloak even wrote a comforting sentence: [Anyway, the king is taking care of it, so you don't have to worry about it. ]

Song Mo apologized again.His current situation obviously does not allow him to say too many polite words, so he cut to the point: "I would like to ask you to do me a favor, doctor." He stuck the tin can of Coke to his forehead, and the cold temperature could keep him awake , "I'll do my best to pay."

"Remuneration?" The supreme mage was a little surprised. Over the years, countless people have asked him for help, most of them are people from the temple. They rarely take the initiative to mention the remuneration to him, because they all think that it is his duty. "Do you know how precious what I want is? You might lose your life and not be able to touch the title page of that thing."

Song Mo repeated it earnestly: "I will do my best."

Strange was silent for a moment, and after a while he laughed loudly: "Just kidding, how could I do such a stupid thing as helping people to live and sending them to death at the same time."

"You don't need to pay, you can save the earth if you help, and this has always been our mission, even though it is very difficult to complete this mission on this earth." After speaking, Strange himself was not sure, "Probably Well, anyway, that's what they told me before I became the Supreme Sorcerer, after all, we can't interfere with the physical plane of this earth, which is strictly a strange thing."

The supreme mage said again as if talking to himself: "I have been to many planes, and there is also the earth there, where we have never had magic fail in the real plane, even my former teacher couldn't explain it clearly. What is the reason for this. But it doesn't matter."

The doctor changed the topic: "Let me first look at that thing in your mind."

After saying that, the red cloak "stands up" from the sofa and floats behind Song Mo. The two horns that should have been around his neck touch the young man's temples. Immediately afterwards, a wonderful warm current is injected in, and everyone Amplitude slows down the pain caused by the source of collapse.

Song Mo subconsciously straightened his back.

About half a minute later, the two corners of the cloak were loosened, and Strange said in a complicated tone: "So that alien stuffed an entire small planet into your brain?"

Judging from the original size of the core of the source of collapse: "You can also say the same, doctor."

Strange didn't speak anymore, and Song Mo could vaguely hear the sound of him sitting down on the ground, then taking out a pen and paper and starting to write something.During this period, the red cloak pressed against his two temples again.

The red water-like ripples entered his brain from his temple as before, and even the scene in front of him turned into a white light.Song Mo didn't know what the cloak was going to do, it was obviously not within the scope of Strange's orders, but he didn't move or struggle.After about 5 minutes, the white light dissipated.

The pain that seemed to smash his head since he woke up in the morning disappeared so strangely.

The red cloak sat back on the single sofa, picked up a pen and wrote on the paper: [I helped you repair the crack on it, fortunately it is not big.I can only do this. ]

Song Mo looked at the red cloak in front of him, and said from the bottom of his heart, "Thank you."

Red Cloak: [You're welcome. ]

Red Cloak: [I'm not like that donkey-faced doctor who wants to help people every time he wants to die and find a bunch of bad excuses to save the earth. ]

Red Cloak: [I think you are so good-looking to help you, don't have any psychological burden. ]

No one would be unhappy about being praised for looking good, Song Mo curled his lips and said again: "Thank you."

Strange finally finished his research at this time, and he put the cap on his pen: "Your problem is more complicated than I imagined, I may have to go to the temple to find ancient books on similar situations to determine one that can solve it to the maximum extent. solution to the problem."

Song Mo: "Then I will trouble you."

Strange: "There is nothing troublesome. I have seen more troublesome things than this one. Although I also have ways to solve these problems, you know that the ability to predict the future must be used at the most critical moment, otherwise It will make us dependent on external objects, which is fatal to us."

The young man was a little surprised: "Can you predict the future?"

Strange paused: "...or don't know?"

Although Iron Man and S.H.I.E.L.D. will destroy the Supreme Mage in the Avengers, they are still a very mysterious force organization for ordinary people. Even if Bangya can hack into the Federation, at most Find out that the Supreme Sorcerer has the ability to turn back time and space to restore certain objects to their original state or go back in time.

This is why Song Mo came to him.

Song Mo organized his language: "Then I can ask—"

Strange: "I know what you want to ask, but I regret to tell you that I don't know."

The other party refused decisively, and the young man showed an expected expression. Although he was a little disappointed, he still smiled: "I offended you, I'm sorry."

But then, he saw the red cloak in front of him holding a post-it note on which it was written: [He knows. ]

Strange: "I also said that this ability cannot be used at any time. I am a person with strong self-control."

Red Cloak: [He's not. ]

Strange: "And past experience tells me that knowing this will not do you any good."

Red Cloak: [But are you sure you want to know? ]

Strange: "I will contact you again when I find a solution. It should be within two days." The next sentence was to his magic weapon, "You can go back to the temple and wait for me."

The red cloak didn't move for the first time, he was still sitting on the sofa holding up the note.

Song Mo didn't know that the supreme mage cut off the contact after he finished speaking. He looked at the red cloak, and almost without hesitation, he picked up another pen: [I'm sure. ]

Red Cloak: [Even if what he foresees is not a good thing? ]

Song Mo wrote on the paper: [Then he still sent you to find me after foreseeing the bad ending, didn't he? ]

Red Cloak: [Because he never believed that.If he foresees thousands of bad things, he will still feel that it is because he has not found the only good ending.But I don't think so.In many cases, the ending is actually doomed, and the only thing you can change is the process. ]

Song Mo: [Of course, just like everyone will die in the end. ]

Song Mo: [But at least I want to choose the way of death myself. ]

The red cloak "looked" at Song Mo, then lowered his head and wrote a sentence on the note.

When the young man saw that sentence, his blue pupils shrank, and then he lowered his head and wrote on the note: [Thank you. ]

The red cloak didn't write anything more, he folded the note with "thank you" and put it in the accompanying space behind him, then flew out of the window with a swish, plunged into the clouds almost in the blink of an eye, and disappeared out of sight Inside.

The door of the rental house was opened at this time, and Mr. Peter Parker, who was still carrying a schoolbag, jumped into the entrance vigorously: "Song Mo! Are you there! I got my salary! Salary! My first job after joining the Avengers Alliance!" A lot of salary! It’s a lot of money! Let’s order takeaway—Song Mo? Hey?”

Little Spiderman saw the young man sitting on the sofa: "Are you in a daze?"

Song Mo came back to his senses, and smiled when he saw the little Spiderman standing in the slippers in the entrance: "What did you just say?"

Peter Parker: "I said, I got my salary, let's order takeout, the most expensive kind!"

Song Mo looked at the look in which Little Spider-Man was so graciously asking for takeaway, even though there were still a lot of fresh ingredients in the refrigerator, he said, "Okay." After speaking, he added, "But you can't order junk food .”

Little Spider-Man's excited expression collapsed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Song Mo had no choice but to change his words: "Okay, we can't order too many."

Peter Parker dropped his schoolbag: "Yeah!" Then he ran to the window with his mobile phone as if he was afraid that the signal would be bad, "Hello, Cyclops Sandwich Restaurant? I want to order takeaway—"

Song Mo looked at Peter Parker's excited back, smiled and shook his head.

He stood up from the sofa, intending to go back to his room and change.Now that the headache is gone, there will probably be other things to do at night.The young man was thinking this way, and as soon as he entered the room, he saw the phone screen on his desk light up.

The note above reads: Boss.

This is probably the first time Bruce Wayne has called Song Mo on his own initiative in the past few days.

The young man closed the door of the room, stopped at the desk, and looked down at the phone screen.

The light in the room was not turned on, and even his blue eyes became pitch black.

Bad news is always like this, and at a certain moment, one piece after another suddenly appears in front of you.

The phone vibrated persistently, and Song Mo didn't pick it up until it was about to hang up automatically: "What's the matter, boss."

Bruce's voice on the other end of the phone was still low: "Do you have time now? I want to talk to you."

Song Mo looked up at the closed window, and the young man on the glass smiled: "If you hung up the phone on purpose to reject me, I'm sorry, no."

When he was ready, he was blocked immediately, and Bruce sighed: "Song Mo."

Bruce rarely called Song Mo by his name directly.

Song Mo looked out the window, the smile on his face gradually disappeared.The man on the other end of the phone didn't speak anymore, as if he was waiting for his reply, and seemed to want to give him enough time to calm down.If it is the latter, then Song Mo can only say——

He really didn't have anything to calm down, and he couldn't be calmer now.

He's never been one to fool himself, and he's been fooling himself long enough.

"I have one condition, boss."

Nothing could be more intrusive than declaring a love to someone after being rejected and then putting conditions on the person who rejected him, but Bruce replied almost without thinking, "You say it."

The young man raised his chin: "You let Batman come over, and I'll tell him in person." He said arrogantly, "After all, without him, I wouldn't have confessed my love to you."

Bruce fell silent.After about half a minute, he said.

"it is good."

Over there, Little Spider-Man finally decided on his takeaway order, he knocked on Song Mo's door, and after getting a "please come in", he opened the handle and entered the room.

Peter Parker directly handed him a takeaway order as big as half a table: "Song Mo, I've made an order, let's see if there is anything you want to eat?"

"Just watch and order, I can do it." The young man pushed the takeaway order away, "You are blocking me."

Peter Parker stood behind Song Mo: "What are you writing?"

Song Mo frowned and thought for a while: "Uuh...wish list?"

Little Spider-Man was immediately aroused curiosity: "Can I watch?"

The young man turned his body generously. Peter leaned over and squinted at the first line: "Go to...China?" He asked strangely, "Have you never been to China?"

Song Mo: "No."

Peter remembered that Song Mo once told him that his mother was Chinese: "Didn't your mother take you back during the Chinese New Year? Isn't that a Chinese custom?"

Song Mo: "She's very busy."

Peter looked at the fork at the end of this sentence, and asked again: "Then why did you drop this fork?"

Song Mo took a pen and unconsciously drew a few patterns of little bats on the paper: "Because I don't have that much time."

But isn't it only a dozen hours from Gotham to China by plane?Peter Parker wanted to ask, but felt that asking too much would be bad if it involved the other party's privacy, so he closed his mouth and continued to read.

"Walking in Chinatown once, watching a comedy movie—" Seeing the last line of this page, Mr. Spider-Man subconsciously said, "Isn't this a very common thing?"

Song Mo read the list carefully, and agreed, "It's really quite normal."

Peter looked at the young man and realized something belatedly: "Sorry, I—"

Song Mo smiled: "There's nothing to be sorry about."

Peter didn't know what to say for a while. He stood there, holding the takeaway order a little helplessly, gestured with his fingers a few times, and then changed the subject abruptly: "Then who are you going with?"

Song Mo looked at the little bat pattern on the list: "I'll tell you when he agrees."

"Oh." Little Spider-Man blinked, and then said viciously, "If he dares to disagree—"

Mr. Peter Parker, who has never let go of harsh words, opened and closed his mouth for a long time, and finally said: "Then I will go with you!"

"I will definitely go with you!"

Song Mo looked at Peter Parker: "Okay."

The sandwich business of Cyclops' house is booming, and the original scheduled time of three o'clock in the afternoon was delayed until the evening.Pizza, hamburger and fried chicken sandwiches filled the entire table is undoubtedly the most exciting carnival for a child who has not yet grown up. The old Song Mo can also be alone, and after getting Song Mo's consent, he even called Baihu Nova Superman and Iron Fist, of course——

Those people came in plain clothes.

Song Mo hid in the room on the grounds of work in the middle of the party.The moonlight was very bright tonight, so he sat cross-legged on the bed and looked at the stars outside the window without turning on the light.He didn't know how long he looked at it until he was almost falling asleep when a black shadow suddenly flashed in front of his eyes.

It was the time when a gust of wind blew past his ears, and the man stopped steadily on the small balcony outside his window.

The sound insulation of the room was not very good, probably because it was too noisy outside, Batman couldn't help but glanced in the direction of the living room.

The young man woke up suddenly, he jumped out of bed, instead of opening the balcony door, he walked to the window step by step: "My roommate is throwing a party, but it doesn't matter."

He leaned on the window sill and faced Batman standing outside.The landlord probably didn't take this factor into consideration when he was renovating. The window sill was just at the height of Song Mo's head, almost covering half of Batman's face with his nose up and all his sight.

This made him have to bend slightly to communicate with Song Mo eye to eye.

Then he heard the youth ask him, "Can I ask you a question before you give your speech?"

Batman: "Yes."

Song Mo: "Did anyone confess to you when you were a Gotham vigilante?"

He did get bold and straightforward invitations from women like Catwoman, Bunny, Thalia, but the confession—

Batman: "No."

After hearing his words, the young man in front of him immediately said: "I like you."

Batman was stunned.

The young man didn't give him any time to think, and then asked: "How do you usually reject them?"

Batman looked at Song Mo and frowned. When he was about to speak, he was interrupted by the youth again.

This time Song Mo imitated Batman's voice and said, "A righteous Batman wouldn't like a villain." After speaking, he shook his head and said, "You wouldn't say that."

"Or...you are a good person, but we are not suitable." Song Mo shook his head after finishing speaking, "This reason is too bad."

He cited several examples in a row, then immediately denied himself, and then looked up at Batman: "You are too young to understand what love is."

This time, instead of denying himself, he asked himself with a smile and answered, "I understand."

This is indeed one of the ideas of Batman, or Bruce Wayne, 17 years old, even if doubled, he is still one year younger than him.Gotham Law often even defines this age as a teenager.They are impulsive, act recklessly, have too little experience, and are too easy to give their sincerity to others. Even if they grow up and mature, they will regret it, and they have already missed the best age of life. This is a common problem of this age.

Even if Bruce doesn't care about the married life he might not even have in the future, this age is not within his consideration.

And the biggest reason-

"Because you do not like me."

This time it was still Song Mo who spoke.

He finished, looked at Batman's tight jawline, and repeated: "It's just because you don't like me, right?"

The man did not speak, nor did he deny it.

"I see." The young man raised his eyebrows, not wanting to waste any more time on this topic, "Then let's talk about the conditions."

He picked up the list he had just written from the desk by the window, and passed it across the window.

"You finish all of this with me tomorrow." Song Mo said, leaning his elbows on the window sill, and resting his chin with his hands, "I promise that I will never harass you again except for cooperation."

Batman looked at the list, and Song Mo clearly felt that rejection was written all over his body at that moment, but after reading it, he still nodded: "Okay, what time tomorrow."

Song Mo gestured: "Tomorrow at eight o'clock, I will pick you up."

Batman: "Yeah."

After a while, the man came to his senses, frowned and said, "I'll pick you up."