[Comprehensive] There is a problem in this world

It was almost dusk when we left the abandoned house.

The edge of the violet and rose-colored rays of light sparsely brushed the shadows of the crows, and the setting sun fell behind the dense buildings.

Zhong Zixing was the last to leave the abandoned house.

She put her hands behind her back and gently closed the door, and when she heard the sound of the lock closing, she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

No matter from which point of view, the process of this expedition is not considered a victory, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it was abandoned halfway. If she needs to write a report, she will definitely write a line "This is an unsatisfactory operation."

...But in terms of gains alone, the second base success is worth the fare, okay?

The melon-eating audience far away at Xavier College probably felt the same way.

Come to think of it, that's Magneto's costume.

The emoticons that spread rapidly in the discussion group are the best evidence. :)

"The next thing we can't solve," Zhong Zixing glanced at the time, "Do you want to eat something?"

"We can't go back too late." Wanda shrugged.

Zhong Zixing couldn't help feeling a little regretful.

"That requires..."

At this moment, Pietro caught sight of a figure not far away under the street lamp, and the figure flashed and appeared next to him: "Hey, what are you doing here?"

The tip of the laurel wand shimmered a little, and the light from the street lamps went out immediately. The smoke from the woman's exhalation was dispersed in the night wind, and disappeared in an instant.

"It has nothing to do with you, kid." Rachel said lightly.

It was probably the first time he was looked down upon by others. Kuaiyin raised his eyebrows and wanted to say a few more words, but just as he was about to speak, he heard Wanda's threatening voice behind him: "Pietro."

"Okay, I don't ask—" Pietro curled his lips and replied with a drawn out voice.

Rachel visibly ignores the twins' argument.

She looked at Zhong Zixing, put down her right hand holding the thin smoke, a pinch of fine ashes fell to the ground, and the fire between her fingers was quickly extinguished.

Zhong Zixing blinked.

With some doubts in her arms, she turned her head and whispered to the little spider: "Don't wait for me, you should go back first."

"Uh..." Peter glanced at Rachel and lowered his head, "Okay. Will you still eat Thai food later?"

"It depends on the situation?" Zhong Zixing thought about it and decided not to talk too much.

A few minutes later, only Zhong Zixing and the current chairman of the Magic Congress were left on the street.

"Rachel..." Zhong Zixing followed Rachel, considering his words, "Long time no see."

Ever since he learned that Xiu was the murderer of the "Hanged Man" case, Zhong Zixing had lost news of Rachel.To be precise, Zhong Zixing can contact Rachel—she has Rachel’s mobile phone, she has T2.0 contact information, and at worst, she can go to the bakery to block people—but she doesn’t know whether she should go or not.

Even without the way of thinking of a great detective, one can easily draw a conclusion from the most basic interpersonal relationship. Rachel and Xiu are at least friends.

"I know."

Rachel lowered her head slightly, looking at Zhong Zixing, her eyes were full of beautiful blue.

With a twist of the wand in her hand, the cigarette butt burned out in a burst of light.

"...That's right! We just came out of that abandoned house..."

Rachel put her wand back into her sleeve and put her right hand back into her pocket: "I know."

"... Oh." Zhong Zixing was speechless.

She stole a glance at Rachel.

Long time no see, the woman in front of me seemed to be submerged in her bones by the tobacco smell that enveloped her body, her beautiful eyebrows and eyes were lowered, her expression was so indifferent, it was almost impossible to see the appearance of Yanyan who was talking and laughing at the beginning.

Zhong Zixing looked at her, his mood gradually sank.

"I thought I was the first to arrive." When Zhong Zixing was distracted, Rachel suddenly spoke.

She looked across the street at the old house indifferently: "The characteristics of the House of Thousand Families mean that it can only be entered once every time it appears. As long as the door is closed, it will be transferred to another corner of the earth. Now open the door and you Only the real room that was previously hidden by it can be seen."

Zhong Zixing was stunned, realizing that she might have gotten into trouble: "Sorry..."

"Don't be sorry." Rachel shook her head, "It's my negligence, I'm late."

She didn't seem to have any intention of checking again, she turned and walked along the street: "You're very lucky, Purser."

"So... what is this?" Zhong Zixing followed her anxiously.

Rachel: "We call it the House of Thousands. You can understand it as a phenomenon that will appear behind any door. The earliest records can be traced back to the tribal period. You should have seen the specific manifestations."

"We... probably saw some different spaces?" Zhong Zixing hesitated.

"There is a collection of 'doors', leading to infinite multiverses." Rachel paused for a moment, glanced at Zhong Zixing, and did not ask what happened to Zhong Zixing, "The way to deal with this phenomenon has not yet been finalized in the wizarding world. However, the general view is that it is extremely dangerous, and we must do everything possible to keep it under observation, so we have been tracking it and collecting its observation data. But so far we still cannot capture its trace in time, and we can only temporarily speculate that Qianhu The appearance of the house is completely random."

Zhong Zixing was aroused curiosity: "Sounds interesting?" So the wizarding world actually has a lot of information about parallel universes?

Rachel sighed.

"You are very lucky," she repeated, "I have observed the phenomenon of the House of a Thousand Houses three times since I became the chairman, and I successfully sent a wizard to explore once... ten people went in that time, only two came back, and I failed. Bring back any intact remains."

"The act of opening the door is extremely dangerous."

Zhong Zixing: "..."

The incident of straying into the fear space suddenly became trivial.

"...What happened to them that time?" She asked cautiously, "If it's a secret, just pretend I didn't ask!"

Rachel didn't mean to hide anything: "The old ruler. I didn't meet directly, but behind the door is the area controlled by the other party."

She glanced at the sky: "It's meaningless to stay here, I'll go back later. Why are you here?"

Zhong Zixing hasn't recovered yet: "The scope of the second phase of the Theia project is Queens, and I feel that there is no way to directly renovate here, so I want to come and see..."

"This problem should go away when House of a Thousand Families moves," Rachel reasoned from experience.

Zhong Zixing nodded, letting go of his psychological burden.

"Then I'll go back too..."

"Perther." Rachel suddenly stopped her.

Zhong Zixing stopped reflexively, and looked back at Rachel in puzzlement.

She saw the young witch's brows and eyes soften slightly, and the folded shirt cuffs slipped from her wrists. Before she could react, there was a sudden weight on the top of her head.

Rachel rubbed the girl's hair and felt that it felt quite good, so she couldn't help rubbing it two more times.

When she let go of her hand, the girl came to her senses, feeling a little dazed, and hastily straightened her hair, never expecting to accuse her of making a sudden move.

It's like never being angry.

Thinking of this, a smile appeared on Rachel's lips.

"I don't know what you've been doing recently?" She bent down easily and leaned into Zhong Zixing's ear, "It seems like you're doing something great, isn't it?"

Zhong Zixing's hair was rubbed inexplicably, of course he was thinking of rubbing it back, but when he looked up at the height difference between himself and Rachel, he felt a little uncertain, so he answered absent-mindedly: "No, it's just the ones on the news. Practicing meditation like a magician, hoping that one day I can use the stars as a remote control of an airplane model... Anyway, it sounds quite mysterious."

Zhong Zixing thought very simply. She asked all the people she knew whose ability was in the spiritual department how to exercise their ability, and all she got was... fitness advice?

Does ability come with muscle? ? ?

Zhong Zixing decided to study Doctor Strange honestly and practice like a most orthodox magician, in other words, meditate.

She paused, then raised her head suspiciously: "It's impossible for you not to know?"

Facing her question, Rachel pursed her lips slightly to hide her smile: "Maybe listening to the architect's own explanation is more worth showing off, isn't it?"

"..." Just be Caiyi's kiss, indifferent.

At this moment, Zhong Zixing heard Rachel ask in a slightly serious but still soft voice: "But, Purser, have you ever thought that if you are in danger...for example, after disappearing in the House of Thousands, the world will Will something happen?"

……

"Where did you teleport him?"

It doesn't take much time to reshape the body. Riise opened his eyes, propped his elbows on the weedy ground, barely stood up, took a breath, and asked Elf without looking back.

"He was running away." Elf corrected him.

She jumped off the hood, staggered as she landed, and almost fell.

"I couldn't catch him."

For this result, Riise had already been mentally prepared, so there was no unnecessary emotional fluctuation.

As Sith rolled up his sleeves and beat him out of shape, Reese realized that he couldn't get away from him alone.There is no gap in physical fitness, they just have the appearance of human beings, and they are still infinite gems in essence.But his ability cannot affect the comparison of strength and weakness, but Sith's ability can rewrite reality.

So after measuring his strength, he stopped making meaningless speeches. After all, his words seemed to only irritate Sith, and had no effect other than making him take a few more punches.

After Elf digested the energy of the space, Sith seized the opportunity and destroyed his body in one fell swoop.

What happened after that Riise didn't know, but he knew that Elf was more likely to destroy the Sith than he was.

But even though she already has the ability to manipulate space, the chances of Elf catching reality are still slim.

Reese wasn't disappointed.For him, it was enough for Elf to successfully devour the space, and they didn't write the part about reality into the plan from the beginning.

"Can you locate Asgard?" he asked Elf.

The red-haired girl closed her eyes, nodded half-sounded: "Yes."

She opened her eyes and handed Riise her hand.

At this moment, the two fell into silence suddenly.

In the next second, they both turned their heads to look at the manor behind them.

"There," Elf stared intently at the huge building, unconsciously licked his lips, "there are many 'doors'."

Reese didn't answer.

After a while, he smiled softly.

"We probably don't need to look for the power gem."

The smile on his face was getting bigger and bigger, and his voice was not in a hurry, but dark and cold like the long sound of a water piano.

"It turns out that fate... is like this?"

……

It seems that I gave a very unreliable answer.

Zhong Zixing lay on the bed, stretched out his hands, and pointed the index fingers and thumbs of both hands out of the viewfinder frame, aiming at the empty ceiling.

She slowly adjusts the pixels, going from very low to very high, and back and forth.

When Rachel left, she couldn't see any difference. On the contrary, Zhong Zixing had been feeling uneasy for a long time—although she dared to say that her answer was what she had always thought, but she also knew that for many people, it was an abnormal situation. Even unreasonable choices.

Otherwise why would Rachel suggest that she talk to the professor...

Thinking that Rachel might want to receive some love education, Zhong Zixing immediately shivered silently.

She turned over, buried her face in the pillow, and let out a long sigh.

After pretending to be an ostrich for a long time, Zhong Zixing suddenly knelt up, fumbled for the phone, and turned on the screen.

The time displays "2:20".

Zhong Zixing stared at the screen for consideration, then clicked on T2.0, turned to the professor's profile picture, and opened the dialogue window.

Neutron Star: Professor, do you have time next time?I want to ask you something.

Everyone except cultivators should go to bed at this point, Zhong Zixing didn't expect to get an answer.After sending the message, she immediately felt relieved to have completed the task, put down the phone, and prepared to close her eyes and go to sleep refreshed.

Never thought that the phone vibrated suddenly.

Zhong Zixing: "..."

She silently fished out the phone and unlocked the screen with her eyelids propped up.

Prof. X: Right now.

...speechless.

Zhong Zixing now feels like writing a composition blindly and handing it in, thinking that he can live a day, but never expecting that the teacher will sit on the podium to revise the composition in the next class, and ask people to go up and chat with him from time to time...

She took a deep breath, all she could do was to collect her emotions, and her fingers flew over the screen.

Just before he finished typing a sentence, another bubble jumped onto the dialog box.

Prof.X: Do you mind answering the phone?Sorry for not asking for your opinion, but Rachael has told me about your options and I think the dialogue would be a little more intuitive.

Neutron Star: ...OK.

Unexpectedly, Rachel paid more attention to this matter than imagined. Zhong Zixing rubbed her hair, got out of bed and walked to the window, pushed the window open, supported the window sill with her hands, turned over and sat on it, plugged in the earphones and pressed the answer button at the same time .

A gentle voice like water came out of the earphones: "Good evening, Purser."

"It's no longer... sorry to disturb you, professor." Zhong Zixing looked at the dark sky and couldn't help sighing, feeling that the psychological burden was a little heavier.

The dawn has not yet come.

It's not that Zhong Zixing hasn't thought about the problem Rachel mentioned.She dare not say that she understands the definition of a superhero, but at least she knows that it means responsibility and principle, and it means dancing face-to-face with danger until the partner is replaced by death.

This does not conflict with her ideas.

Just think differently from others.

Zhong Zixing sighed again.

From the perspective of ordinary people, if they know that the person they love has to deal with dangerous moments, even if they know intellectually that this is inevitable and are proud of them, it will never be acceptable emotionally.But Zhong Zixing was different.Intellectually, she knew that she shouldn't be able to accept it... But she just couldn't feel that this was not a matter of course, that this was not an inevitable sacrifice.

Even if it's on her own body, it's the same.

"Perther?"

Perhaps noticing that she hadn't said anything of her own except words like "um" and "yes," Charles stopped talking.

"Yes?"

"..." Charles was silent for a moment, with a helpless tone, "You can talk about your opinion."

"I have nothing to say..."

"You can have it." He said softly, "You can have it."

"OK..."

Knowing that he couldn't escape, Zhong Zixing could only shrug his shoulders and let out a breath against the night wind.

There was silence for a while.

"I'm not very..." she said slowly, "I'm used to expressing my opinion."

Most of the Chinese elders expect girls to be well-behaved and quiet. As long as they sit quietly and nod and smile, they will be praised and caressed. Why not do it.

But Zhong Zixing never kept silent because he wanted to be praised.

She just...can't do it.

"My answer before was indeed ill-considered, but it was mainly because I was not sure about the feasibility..." Zhong Zixing hesitated for a while, not sure if his next words were offensive, "Professor, have you considered this question?"

"You mean, if I suddenly encounter a life crisis? Of course, but I don't think I am as important as you in the future." Charles said with a smile.

Zhong Zixing also smiled.

"I mean...the irreversible inability to control oneself...or whatever."

For some reason, she didn't dare to say this sentence too loudly, and only dared to grind the syllables between her lips and teeth, as if she was afraid that her words would become a prophecy.

"I have considered..."

Maybe it was because of lack of energy from staying up late, Zhong Zixing's head was in a mess, thoughts were circling on the tip of his tongue, but he still couldn't find the right words to say it out.

She closed her eyes and said forcefully, driven by sleepiness: "Can research on how to continue to use our brains after we die?"

The manifestation of the rampant black technology is that even if it is nonsense, as long as a genius studies in a cave in the desert for a week, he can invent clean energy that is only as big as a fist but enough to support a mech.

...In the past, Zhong Zixing definitely didn't believe it. Emotionally, she thought this idea was ridiculous, but now, intellectually, she doesn't think it is a fantasy to create a device that "can keep the brain alive and control its ability to continue to use".

"Leaving aside the disappearance, if I die naturally in the future... even if this is only a hope, after erasing my self-awareness, you... future superheroes can use my brain as an instrument part."

Zhong Zixing couldn't find a suitable subject, so he could only be vague.She is feeling a little irritable now, and her fingers are trembling slightly, either because she is reluctant, or because she feels shameless to speak up...or it is too shameful to admit her importance.

She paused, and joked with a trembling voice: "Will it be handsome? The alliance's star-shifting device? But the premise is that this kind of technology must be invented, otherwise it's just empty talk..."

The end of Theia’s plan states that when the plan is all over, she needs to remove the reinforcement of the earth—they still think that her ability is to strengthen any material, and almost the entire Avengers has tacitly covered her—but Zhong Zixing couldn't help worrying about what to do if he encountered the crisis of the destruction of the earth again after that.

If only after she died... something could continue to maintain her abilities.

To put it bluntly, please use her in any way you can.

"...This should be considered a good thing, right?"

There was a long silence on the phone.

Zhong Zixing didn't take it seriously.

She was sitting on the window sill dangling her calves, her fingers resting casually on the window sill, and her nails made a series of brisk crackling sounds on the wooden board.

The midnight wind is as soft as the melody of a violin.

"Someone told you," Zhong Zixing heard a sigh after a long time, "You don't have to do this step?"

Zhong Zixing said "Oh": "No, professor, this is actually an irresponsible behavior."

She said: "You should think that I have no opinion and don't want to choose a side, so I thought of an easy solution and put all the pressure on others..."

"That's not true, Purser," interrupted the professor.

Zhong Zixing shut up immediately.

"..."

Facing Zhong Zixing's closed attitude, even Charles couldn't help feeling helpless.

He hesitated for a moment, and said softly, word by word: "If it's your ability that made you have the idea you mentioned to Rachel before, I think... I'm sorry."

Zhong Zixing couldn't help laughing: "No."

That's why she always feels like she's not doing enough.

"If it is..." She closed her eyes, feeling the golden light ignited through her eyelids, "It happened very early."

Dawn is coming.

……

Sky Manor.

The closed door was suddenly pushed open, and the dust took the opportunity to rise up, shimmering slightly in the morning light.

Riise stood by the door with his hand on the handle.His slender fingers trembled slightly, shaking the metal handle on the door frame, but he still lowered his head and said nothing.

Elf looked up at him, and gently tugged at the hem of his clothes.

The slight tugging seemed to be winding up, Riise let go of his hand suddenly, staggered back two steps, his knees went limp without warning, causing him to sway and kneel on the ground on one knee.

His nails sank deep into the muddy ground, and the crevices between his nails were filled with dirty sand in an instant. As his strength became stronger, bloodshots gradually overflowed, and soon melted into the muddy water.

The rainy weather in Scotland made the front of the manor full of stagnant water and mud. Reese's clothes were almost soaked in the sewage, and even his face was splashed with mottled mud, but he didn't notice it and was still staring at the ground blankly.

"Risse?"

Elf closed the door for him, walked towards him, and knelt down beside him, level with him.

Reese turned his head slowly.

"We have already seen the bottom of the world, and then we just need to find a way to get in." Elf tilted his head, "Since the authority is not non-existent..."

"I know who the authority is," Riise said.

Elf stopped.

Facing her surprised gaze, Riise raised the corner of his mouth a little bit.

"I know who has the authority." His smile deepened, and his voice was mixed with strange laughter, "A human being has the authority to modify the world...to rewrite fate, why?"

"why?"

"why!"

His laughter gradually became louder, and finally evolved into a maniacal laughter like a scream.

——Over the bleak manor, together with the neighing of crows, hovering upwards.

……

Jotunheim.

Sith lay on the ground panting.

At first he was more out of breath than he is now.Every time the chest rises and falls, propping up the broken body, it is accompanied by further deterioration of the injury.Blood scrambled to escape from every wound in his body, like survivors fleeing a sinking ship.He lay prone on the wasteland of Jotunheim, watching his vitality being taken away by trickles of blood and disappearing into the rust-red sand. The sand that had absorbed enough blood slowly sank, making a soft sound like a sigh of satisfaction.

He lay down for a long time.The storm in Jotunheim is fierce and fierce, dozens of times a day, it rushes along with the sandstorm, like a poor sculptor, cutting new lines on his body.

Snake-like blood scabs gradually condensed from the wound, and they were ugly on his body, like thick rust on a blade, or the edge of melted plastic.

When he feels that he can move his fingers, he starts to try to sit up, maybe when he can sit up, he will try to run.

Fortunately, the eyes were not blinded by the wind and sand, but even that was not a big problem, he could dig them out and wait for them to grow back.

But the Sith didn't have that time.

Finally, he accumulated enough strength, put his hands on the ground that had long lost its vitality, and slowly supported his body.

He looked around.

When Elf was about to give him a fatal blow, he fled into the gap created by his twisted rules and won a chance of life.

It's just that he doesn't have enough strength to support him to return to the earth and return to the atrium.

Courtyard.

Even if it is believed that the moment of self-awareness is equivalent to birth, the remaining fragments in the chaotic era have long been doomed to what kind of temperament he will have.He remembered the Atrium, he remembered the Dark Elves, he remembered the long silent years, he remembered why and why he was who he was.

So he will never be Riser.

Sith rested his forehead with one hand and remained silent for a while.

He gave a low laugh.

There was a rustling sound not far away, and Sith looked up.A small shadow appeared on the dune, followed by a second, a third, and more and more.

Sith watched silently as a shadow rushed towards him.

...After a few seconds, his expression became very subtle.

The shadow—the dwarf quickly rushed to him. The leading dwarf took off his pointed hat, stared at him and said loudly: "Meet you again! Ma'am!"

Sith said nothing.

He remembered how he had thrown them all here in Gravity Fountain to stop a thousand dwarfs.

They seem to be alive and well.

he thought, reaching out to lift the headed dwarf.

"Hey! Put me down!" The dwarf struggled.

Sith threw him far away.

"Go play by yourself," he said.

The dwarves cursed him reluctantly and ran away, Sith propped his chin and watched them disappear behind the dune, smiling silently.

He closed his eyes and continued to wait for his ability to recover.

Waiting for the time to leave.