The Death Knell

There was a sound like knocking on the door when the wooden stairs came down, and the warmth inside was in sharp contrast with the snow outside the window.

The decorations and furnishings in the corridors really complement this atmosphere.

When Su Ming saw Charles, he was standing on tiptoes, lying on the window and looking at the swamp outside. Unexpectedly, he felt hibernating crocodiles from time to time.

However, the face of the child, who was only a few years old, was completely indifferent, as if he had lost his feelings, which was very strange.

"You're back, Mr. Wilson." Charles held the window sill and turned his head. The snow on the treetops outside the window shook and fell to the ground.

"I have caught the murderer of your father. If you want to know the reason, you can go and see for yourself."

Su Ming pointed to the floor with his finger, indicating that the person was downstairs.

Looking at Su Ming, who was still cold, Charles nodded politely: "Thank you."

He did not show any anger or manic emotions. Instead, he remained as calm as well water and walked slowly downstairs at a normal pace.

"What are you going to do with the murderer?" Su Ming followed Charles and put his hand on his bald head.

Charles stood at the top of the stairs, looked at the translucent sleeping cabin in the common room below, thought for a while and said: "I don't know, after you helped me realize my wish, I felt at a loss. I always wanted to catch it. I don’t know how to treat the murderer if he is really caught.”

Su Ming sighed, and he continued with Charles: "Read his memory first. I need to verify some things from him. Where is your mother?"

"She had been crying secretly last night and just fell asleep." Charles held on to the handrail of the stairs and walked down the stairs: "Am I really a monster as others said?"

Su Ming knew that Charles was talking about his lack of emotion. In fact, many people with superior intelligence are the same. Because their reason is too strong, their sensibility is suppressed to almost nothing.

Batman and Deathstroke face the same problem. When thinking and calculation become instinctive, and they always want to find the truth from an objective perspective, they will feel a sense of separation from the world.

Su Ming became Death Knell, bringing ordinary people's emotions to the body, but the problem didn't get much better.

"It's not that we have no feelings, we just control it better than others." Su Ming touched the little bald head and pushed him closer to the dormant cabin: "You want to cry for your father, because everyone else will do it, so You think you should do the same. But your powerful reason tells you that crying afterwards will not help. Finding the murderer and the truth behind the incident is the most important thing, so your brain prevents you from shedding a single tear."

"Isn't this a monster?" Charles turned around and looked at Su Ming with his neck raised.

"I am the monster, you are just a precocious little brat." Su Mingfei went down the steps and stood next to Charles: "This is a strange person, somewhat different from a mutant, but he also has super powers. He once lurked in your The institution where my father worked and that's where he was attacked."

Charles nodded, and he pulled at the sleeves of his pajamas, as if he felt the chill coming from the dormant cabin.

"Can you let him out?"

Su Ming shook his head and pulled Charles against the bulkhead: "He is a space user. If he recovers, he can instantly move to any corner of the earth. I can't control him, can you?"

"Okay, but that's fine for now. There's no need to bother."

As he spoke, Charles dragged a sofa and stood on it, then raised his right hand, pressed his ten and middle fingers on his temple, and stared at the people in the sleeping cabin.

Soon, his nosebleed came out, and the blood dropped over his lips and chin, rolling down his pajamas.

Charles and the people in the coffin began to tremble violently, veins popped out on the little bald head, his eyes were covered with red bloodshot eyes, and his face turned red.

"Wow."

Charles suddenly spat out a mouthful of foam, rolled his eyes and fainted. Su Ming stretched out his hand to support his little body so that he did not fall to the ground.

He was pinched and slapped again, but Charles still didn't wake up.

Su Ming knew that this was an overload of the brain caused by excessive use of abilities. What Charles read was far beyond what the four-year-old him could bear.

If it was pure information, it would not have caused such great trauma to Charles. In other words, there was something in the false colonel's mind that was beyond Charles' understanding and even inconsistent with his worldview.

The current Professor

Seeing Charles starting to bleed after frothing in front of him, Su Ming felt a little dizzy and had to take him straight to the principal's office. With the help of Hamill, he used the Time Stone again.

Although he didn't obviously lose anything, Su Ming felt a little empty after using gems continuously for a short period of time.

This time he is not turning back time for Charles. On the contrary, he is moving forward three years. If time goes back and Charles returns to the state before reading his memory, wouldn't the information be lost?

Besides, although this brain injury was harmful, it also exercised his superpowers in disguise. Su Ming just skipped the time when Charles was in a vegetative state.

As the green light dissipated, Charles, who had grown up a lot, covered his head and climbed up from the sofa. Before he could speak, he spit out a mouthful of blood, then put his hands on the ground and gasped rapidly.

His memory is still stuck in the moment of coma, and now it is just a normal reaction after waking up.

Su Ming threw him a towel and asked him to wipe his eyes and ears. The sight in front of him was really miserable.

Hamill brought the tea, put it on the coffee table, and then stood quietly aside.

Su Ming opened the window to let the smell of blood in the room disperse, and played with Hamil's flowers on the window sill. He planted many plants in the office. Even though it was winter, the room was still lush and green, and there were many Su Ming. Flowers from another dimension that Mingya doesn't recognize are blooming.

After playing with the flowers and plants for a while, Su Ming closed the window and looked at Charles, who had gradually calmed down.

"How's it going? Are you feeling better?"

"I'm fine." Charles touched his bald head: "How long have I been unconscious?"

"A few minutes." Su Ming took out a cigarette and stuffed it into his mouth calmly. He would not say that Charles had been in a vegetative state for three years.

Charles lowered his head and looked at the clothes on his body. The originally well-fitting pajamas had now turned into navel-baring clothes, and the trousers had reached his calves. This couldn't have been more than a few minutes, right? Have you inflated yourself?

He stretched out a hand, looked at his obviously longer palm, and shook his head helplessly, but did not pursue the issue.

If the other party doesn't want to talk, it's useless to ask.

"I already know why my father was killed. The colonel didn't just work for the Crees." He still chose to get down to business first. These memories he just read were very important.

"The problem still lies in your father's experiment, right? The Black Womb Project."

"Yes, in the colonel's memory, there is a future that has not yet happened. In that future, my father created a very terrifying existence."

"Man-made aliens? The Kree had this technology millions of years ago, so it's not too scary." Su Ming shook his head, and smoke slowly poured out of his nostrils.

"He used the obelisk to create artificial aliens, but he was still not satisfied. He thought that human materials were not good enough. He began to fuse the genes of aliens, mutants, and vampires together..."

"Wait a minute, genes are not children's building blocks that can be played with at will. If an animal has so many genes, it will inevitably die from gene collapse." Su Ming raised a hand, indicating a pause: "The collapse of x gene will cause Physical death, let alone vampires and aliens."

Charles explained patiently: "But these races mentioned have a common origin, the earth. We are not scientists, and we don't know what my dead father would do. Maybe there is a scientific basis, maybe it is a coincidence. , but he created the god on earth through test tubes and petri dishes, as well as the instrument called the black uterus."

"It sounds better than the Sentinel robot..." Looking at Charles' confused expression, the child had no idea what a Sentinel was, so Su Ming changed the topic: "You continue."

"The result is that God exists, but there is no human world." Charles touched his head, skipped the steps, and said the result.

Su Ming sighed. He knew it would be like this. Human beings will always be on the road to death and never recognize their relatives.

"Is this a type of biohazard? I've seen many scripts in which man-made monsters kill humans, and Frankenstein is the earliest prototype."

When Charles heard this example, he also shrugged slightly, and that was pretty much it.

"In short, the murderer you caught was a triple agent. There was a mysterious organization behind him, and they ordered the death of my father."

Su Ming smacked his lips, flicked the cigarette ashes into the flower pot, and took a sip thoughtfully: "Does that mean they are modifying the world line and changing the future in the direction they want?"

"Yes." Charles nodded, very sure.

"What's the name of this organization?"

"I didn't read that the colonel's brain has been specially modified, as if all the information about that organization has been locked in memory."

"You forced yourself in so hard that you fainted and turned into a vegetative state. Then you definitely didn't see anything." Su Ming stroked his beard and leaned on the window sill.

Charles smiled, a very small smile, but the benefits he gained could already be seen. With increased control over his abilities, he is able to show more emotion.

"I did see a sentence, which is the purpose or slogan of that organization."

"What is that?" Su Ming sucked the cigarette to the end and extinguished it.

“We are a safeguard against those who stand in the way of our world moving forward as we envision it.”

Charles spoke a long string of sentences with great fluency, and in Italian which he had never learned.

Su Ming's hand paused for a moment, and then he dropped the cigarette butt on the window sill.

"I know, I need you to promise me a few things..."