[Comprehensive] Uncle Ba's food paradise

Hannibal walked into the church. The church looked the same as any church in the city. It was rarely visited on weekdays, and people only came during Saturday services or Sunday church activities.The empty worship seats and the manager who seems to be dozing off not far away, that's all.

He looked at the cross in the middle of the church. Although he didn't believe in gods, he still felt that there was a sense of irony in the ugly and bloody events that happened in the buildings built by believers who admired gods with their faith.In normal times, he also likes this kind of black humor.

After careful observation, he quickly discovered the irregularities in the church.Among the rows of candles lit on both sides of the cross, a few candles flickered, but there were no vents around them.He walked over, frowned slightly, and looked at the positions between these candles and other candles that were burning upwards.He stretched his hand over, wanting to use his hand to actually sense the direction of the airflow.

A long, slender hand with five fingers grasped his wrist.He turned his head and saw Loki not unexpectedly.He, who is sensitive to breath, didn't notice the approach. Among the people he knows so far, only Clark and Loki.

"You always surprise me. You are obviously only a human being, but you can detect the traces left by the mage."

Loki looked at the place Hannibal was trying to reach out to touch, even if he didn't observe carefully, it would be difficult to find that it was a trace left by a space rift.

"It seems to be a non-directional passage, the trace left by someone using a path in a different space to come and go here. It is different from a directional passage, and it is more difficult to detect. Simply put, it is like a place where weeds are overgrown with people always walking across the lawn , will leave a trace and a reason.”

Loki explained, his pupils lit up, there are even mages in the world, I don't know what level the mages here can reach?

Hannibal seemed to have already known that this would happen, and asked very naturally: "Can you find the other party along the traces?"

As soon as Loki raised his hand, the staff appeared in his hand, as naturally as his arm extended;

"No problem, the other party didn't even cover up the traces, maybe I didn't think that someone would find him through this. But, are you sure you want to go? You should know that the girl is probably in danger. Instead of giving your precious little girl Wouldn't it be better for her friend to continue to go missing if she brought back such an answer?"

Hannibal blinked, looking at the young god who seemed to be expecting his answer.Unfortunately, his answer may not be as good as he expected.

"In fact, I don't care about that girl at all. To me, she is just an irrelevant person. When she lived alone and often walked in dark and remote paths, it was destined that her future would be like this sooner or later. Everyone should Take responsibility for your choices, good or bad."

Hannibal paused, making sure Loki understood the grim meaning of his words before continuing.

"I came here only because Alice was looking for her, whether she was still alive or not, and I wanted to bring her an answer. Alice knew that no one was looking for her pain, so she insisted on looking for her all the time. And I was the opposite of her... ...I know how it feels to be searching all the time, searching with a glimmer of hope, but not getting an answer."

Many years ago, when he was young, when the plane crashed, the parting words of his sister Millie had already given him an ominous premonition.But he still refused to give up hope, and after he rolled down from the tree in a mess covered in blood, he was still searching among the scalding and smoky wreckage.He believed that since he could survive by a miracle, there must be another miracle, and it would happen again, so that he could witness the miracle of life again!He believed that she must be waiting for him to find her somewhere, and she must be alive waiting for him.

When he was still young, he searched barefoot on the hot ground full of sharp metal and stones. He turned over piece after piece of steel fragments, peeled away the sticky wreckage of flesh and blood, and searched bit by bit.Blood loss and hunger made him feel cold, but he still did not give up and kept searching, even though his body was getting heavier and he gradually lost his sense of time and distance.

At the beginning, there was still hope, and the more hopeless it became in the end.In the end, he simply thought that it didn't matter whether he was dead or alive, he just wanted to know, to see, to confirm, to find her, that's all.

When he found the broken and stiff white arm, he breathed a sigh of relief.Until then, he finally let his tears fall.

For those who are looking, the most frightening thing is to keep looking without an answer.

Hannibal would not be willing to let Alice try such a long and painful experience, he would rather be straightforward and give her the cruelest answer.He was going to find the girl, alive or dead.

"Understood, then please hold my hand and don't let go."

Loki reached out and took Hannibal's hand, leading him into the passageway led by the dimensional rift in the cathedral.Loki noticed that it was a firm and warm palm, not quite what he expected.It doesn't look like an elder, or a father's old hand.Maybe Hannibal is younger in human terms?Loki thought uncertainly, he didn't have a good idea of ​​the age range of human beings, after all, human life is too short.

They came to a place similar to a different space. Loki frowned when he saw this place, quickened his pace to pass here, and walked out from another exit connected here.

As expected, this place looks like a church or temple, but it's not Catholicism, but some other religion.Before entering here, Loki had used spells to cover up the figures of the two of them. Facts proved that his judgment was correct. There seemed to be a war going on here. There were two factions fighting. It could be described as a melee between spells and martial arts.

Loki watched it with gusto. Human mage battles are a once-in-a-lifetime scene. Although the spells used by humans are very basic, they are very exciting.For Rocky, it is like a college student watching elementary school students use basic arithmetic to solve quadratic equations and calculus. Even if the methods are a bit stupid and complicated, the problem-solving ideas are still quite interesting.

Hannibal couldn't read spells, but he could read people.From expressions, movements, and language, he could easily tell which side was the attacker, which side had evil thoughts, and which side—specifically which one, was most likely related to the missing girl he was looking for.

This group of human mages fought to the end, and a certain mage who was the attacker and the leader was bound by some kind of magic weapon.The human who seemed to have won the victory escaped in a panic. It was obviously just a novice mage who managed to restrain the enemy by chance.

So Loki began to struggle, he wanted to see the novice mage vs. the chaser, but Hannibal was obviously more interested in the bound mage.As if seeing his thoughts, Hannibal took the initiative to let go.

The appearance of his figure obviously surprised the bound mage.

"Go and have a look, I want to ask him some questions, we can see you later."

Loki hesitated for a while, and finally he released a positioning and emergency teleportation spell. Once Hannibal was attacked by the spell, he would be teleported back to the church. Then he nodded and followed the direction of the mages who had transferred the battlefield. past.

Hannibal walked towards the restrained mage, looking at the restraint tool, he felt a little inexplicably wanting to laugh.How to put it, this thing is very similar to the restraint props he wore when he was taken into prison by the FBI as a transfer of high-risk prisoners in his own world.Not so much a ritual tool, but a tool that looks more like a human being.It must have been modified according to the props of human punishment.

He raised his hand and flicked it lightly, making the harness useless.

After the bound mage broke free, he was vigilant and confused. Judging from the actions of the other party, he should be friendly, but he had never seen such a mage before. Who is this?

"I'm helping you just because I want something."

Hannibal looked at this young man with a dark and paranoid expression in the depths of his eyes and said;

"Have you ever seen such a girl? What I want is her, whether she is alive or dead, it doesn't matter if there are only bones and ashes left, give her to me."

There is no self-introduction and explanation, no condition or exchange agreement, as if meeting an old acquaintance is a natural request, but it is even more difficult to refuse.

The mage looked at the photo in his mobile phone and nodded solemnly.

"Okay. Where do I send her?"

Hannibal announced the name of the church, where it started and ended, from beginning to end.

The mage nodded, as if he wanted to continue the fight with the hostile group, and was just about to leave quickly, but after walking a few steps, he turned his head to look at Hannibal who was standing there.

"You are not a mage, I don't feel the magic power. You have great potential to find this place with your human body. Let me ask you, do you want to become my disciple and gain the power to manipulate nature and transcend life and death like me?"

Hannibal looked at him for two seconds, closed his eyes and shook his head slightly.

"Thank you for the invitation. It is indeed very tempting, but I have someone I value, so I don't want to be too far away from her, where it is difficult for her to walk."

The mage pursed his lower lip, as if hit by a heavy grief, he turned and ran in a panic, and left through another space passage.

Hannibal looked at his receding figure, as he expected, this was a man who had lost something, tried his best to grab something, but might end up with nothing.He seems to be looking at another self - in this world, the former self who is very similar to himself has stepped into an endless abyss with no turning back.

"Becoming a mage? That's enough. I don't want to be trapped by Roland's curse. I'm not a mage, but a Doctor."

He probably didn't know that at the same time someone else was saying quite similar things to him.

"Oh, that's enough, I'm not Master Strange, I'm a DOCTOR, doctor, doctor! Don't swallow my PHD (doctoral degree)!"

The former surgeon Strange, the novice magician who just took office, is struggling to explain his title to his enemies.

...Probably everyone who is called a MASTER has a DOCTOR heart!