Marvel: I am the leader of the mutant race

Chapter 137 137: The Moonlight Gentleman in the Coffin

As Yuri pushed his hands forward, the magic circle suspended above his palms instantly enveloped Mark Specter, who was sitting on the bed. After that, the magic circle suddenly shrank, and finally condensed a circle between Mark's eyebrows. A mysterious mark that makes people's hearts sway when they look at it.

With a snap of Yuri's fingers, the mark suddenly shone brightly. Mark's Moonlight Knight uniform was quickly retracted from his body, revealing what was covered under it. His eyes were closed tightly and he fell forward on the bed behind him. Mark's real body is gone.

Yuri looked at Mark, who was sleeping soundly, and sighed silently: This formation is one of the gentler methods in Merlin's wisdom to deal with opponents with multiple personalities. Its working principle is to use the spirit attached to the formation to All the energy is used to enhance one of the personalities chosen by the caster.

In the spiritual world constructed by the magic circle, the caster and all his personalities are equivalent to standing on a huge arena where each other's memories blend with each other. In this arena, the concepts of strength and speed do not exist. , the only thing that can compare strength and weakness is the size of mental power.

After browsing the memories of all other personalities, the selected personality can choose to reconcile with them or choose to eliminate them. No matter what the choice of this personality is, with the powerful mental power attached to the magic circle, Other personalities will never be his match.

"Mark, I hope that after this incident is over, you won't bring me a stranger back."

After Yuri muttered something, he had no idea of ​​entering Mark's spiritual world to watch. The emergence of personality is related to the deepest secrets in a person's heart. This is something they even say they will protect with their lives. For those friends who are worthy of trust , he prefers privacy to insight.

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At the same moment, Mark's spiritual world.

What came into his eyes were vast expanse of white walls that were dazzling, and what came into his ears were noisy sounds like howling ghosts and wolves. He watched the scenery in front of him move slowly, listened to the sounds in his ears gradually receding, and felt the sensation under his buttocks. The slight vibration of the seat...

He wanted to wake up and think about where this place was, but his mind was as groggy as if he hadn't slept for a week; he wanted to stand up and look at the source of the heavy breathing behind him, but his body was as heavy as if he had been drugged. It was full of lead and then as heavy as shackles.

"I can't go on like this!"

"I need to quickly figure out what's going on now!"

In the spiritual world, the strength of mental power is the only standard of strength. When everything is manifested by mental power, mental power is the basis for determining everything.

As Mark's inner voice became louder and louder, he was shocked to find that he was actually gradually getting rid of his dazed state. Feeling the gradual return of strength in his body, he finally couldn't help but turn his head and look at the person behind him who was breathing heavily. source.

It was a face he was familiar with but couldn't name.

He was familiar with it because he had had a fist-to-bone fight with this guy before. He remembered clearly that even when he was wearing a battle suit, this guy relied on his superhuman fighting skills and strong muscles to face him. There is no time to lose.

But it's different now. At the beginning, the ferocious eyes that wished to chop himself up and feed the dog turned into gentle and compassionate eyes. He walked around and knelt down in front of him: "Can you remember me, Mark?"

Seeing that Mark just looked at him quietly without saying a word, he wanted to say something, but was called away by a nurse who suddenly came over.

Mark, who was sitting in a wheelchair with a stupid look on his face, carefully maintained his facial expression and observed the surrounding situation with his two eyes, making sure that none of the people who seemed to be mentally disturbed were paying attention. After landing on himself, Mark decisively put away his disguise and raised his feet to find a hidden place to hide.

"Brush!"

The familiar sound of chains being pulled sounded from his ankles. Mark lowered his head with an ugly face and found that a silver-white shackle that was not very thick, but definitely very strong, tied his right calf to the wheelchair!
"Mommy Fake!"

After Mark cursed bitterly, he began to fumble up and down his body and the wheelchair.

With his rich life experience, he has realized that there is something abnormal here. Until now, everyone he has seen has appeared in his real memory, but no matter who they are, they seem to have become A mentally ill patient.

While groping, he observed the surrounding situation. Through the reflection of a glass door, he could clearly see the big man on the cart who was called away by the nurse. He was hugging the little nurse who called him away and kissing him passionately. The moment the strong man turned around, the bright light reflected from the large bunch of keys on his waist entered Mark's eyes.

"damn it!"

Mark stopped groping. He knew that if there were no accidents, the key to unlocking the shackles on his ankles should be in the keychain on the strong man's waist.Look at your own body that has just returned to normal from a negative state, and then look at the other person's body that is secreting a lot of hormones...

Mark felt that instead of asking him for the key, it would be better to try to see if he could unlock the shackles himself or break the not-so-thick chain.

At this moment, he has recalled everything that happened in reality not long ago, remembered the magic circle in Yuri's hand and deduced the reason why he appeared here, and then thought of the rapid recovery of his consciousness and body, Mark I had an immature idea in my heart.

He bent down, wrapped the not-so-thick chain around his palms with both hands, and then pulled hard. He kept shouting in his heart:

"Break!"

"Break!"

"Break!"

After becoming the Moon Knight, Mark did some research on the supernatural phenomena that happened to him, including mysterious spirits and souls. If it is consistent with what he learned, then this weird world like a mental hospital It should be related to your own spirit or soul.

If this is the case, mental power can not only restore the state, but also accomplish everything one wants to do!
As the cry in his heart became louder and louder, Mark clearly felt the end of the chain in his hand, and the deformation and twisting of the shackles locked on the wheelchair. He ignored the two hands that had been strangled to black and purple, and his face was full of blood. After Mark let out a low roar, the chain that was stretched like a steel rod in his hand suddenly loosened!
"Crack!"

"Boom! Gululu..."

The former was the sound of the wheelchair bracket connected to the shackles breaking, and the latter was the sound of Mark, who was caught off guard by the sudden release of force, grabbing the ground with his head and falling into a gourd.

Such a big movement attracted everyone's attention in an instant. In reality, these mental patients who either had enmity with Mark or were kind to him all started to move out of themselves as if they were controlled by some special program. stood up from his seat,

They all put down what they were doing and frantically chased Mark, who had already realized something was wrong and started to push the door open and run away.

"Fuck you! Yuri!"

While running, Mark had to always pay attention to the chain attached to a stick under his feet. This caused his running posture to have an indescribable sense of humor. From a distance, he looked like a fool running gracefully. Like dancing.

"You didn't tell me this was a damn horror movie!!!" Pushing open a two-page frosted glass door, Mark didn't even have time to close them to block the psychopaths who were so close behind him. , under extreme fear, he ran forward as if risking his life, but did not notice that in the empty corridor that was so clean and spotless, there was only his own footsteps left.

After running for 600 meters, Mark finally tripped over the shackles on his ankles.

The speed generated during running was transformed into a huge impact force in an instant, along with the potential energy generated by his own weight. In his panic, Mark only had time to protect his face with his arms, and then he fell heavily on the clean and smooth ground with a "plop". on the ground.

After sliding forward for five or six meters in a row, Mark finally stopped. The waves of severe pain coming from his arm and the numbness all over his body made him unable to make a sound for a while. After the numbness subsided, he gasped and discovered the fact that all the mental patients had disappeared.

"Quick recovery! Quick recovery!"

Looking at his hands that could not even be clenched into fists, he climbed with difficulty to the wall outside a closed ward and sat down, using the "Spiritual Dafa" he had learned on his own to treat his painful arms. hypnotic therapy.

"Snapped!"

Just when he felt a little better, a sudden crashing sound suddenly came from the closed ward next to him. This made Mark, who had always been frightened, shiver violently, and then ignored his arm. Still feeling a little bit of pain, he stood up carefully and walked to the door, aiming his eyes at the observation window above.

"Fuck!!!"

Mark cursed again bitterly. Who knew who the genius came up with? The observation window on the door of the mental hospital was actually made of frosted glass!

After taking a few deep breaths, he gradually calmed down, and as the noisy thoughts in his head subsided one by one, he finally heard a man's voice in the ward along with the knocking sound: "Let me go!" Get out! Let me out!"

"Please, let me out!"

This voice is full of fear and uneasiness, but these are not the point. The point is that this voice is exactly the same as Mark's voice!
"Steven!?"

After Mark realized that the guy in the ward might be his second personality, Steven Grant, he immediately opened the door and walked in without saying a word. A well-preserved pharaoh's coffin with a beautiful portrait on it came into view. That voice full of despair came from it!
Without any hesitation, Mark silently recited a few powerful words and lifted the heavy coffin board open.

A humanoid creature with a gray sweater on his upper body and blue-green jeans on his lower body crawled out of the dark coffin box. He rolled on the ground several times without any image, and his trembling body silently told Mark What kind of fearful psychological process did he go through just now?

"Steven!"

"Oh!!!"

Steven, who was brought back to his senses by Mark's shout, got up from the ground belatedly, but before he could express his gratitude, he was stunned by the guy in front of him who was exactly the same as him except for his temperament. The ground was at a loss.

"First time meeting you, I'm Mark Spector."

When Mark saw the silly, innocent-looking self in front of him, he was sure that this was the positive personality he had created, full of sunshine and happiness: "You may find it difficult to accept the current situation, but please don't panic. , and don’t be afraid, I have no ill intentions towards you.”

"Oh, I bought it!"

Seeing Mark approaching him with a kind smile on his face, Steven backed away in horror until he hit the wall: "Who are you? Where are you? What do you want? Don't come here!"

"OK, OK!"

When Mark saw this, he stopped obediently and pointed to himself: "My name is Mark Spector. I have told you this just now. We are one and the same, and we are each other's second personality. Do you get me?"

Seeing that Mark didn't come any closer, Steve had actually put down his guard against Mark because of his simplicity and innate belief that the world was full of kindness. After hearing the latter's explanation, he looked in disbelief: "Second personality? How could I possibly There’s something like that that only psychopaths have!”

"That's the truth."

Mark shrugged and continued to explain: "I don't know exactly where this place is. It was made by my friend so that I can communicate with you. It is filled with our memories in order to let us Get to know each other better."

"how can that be!?"

Steven patted the cold solid wall behind him. Judging from the touch and the sound of knocking, this wall definitely did not cut any corners: "Are you telling me that everything here is fake?"

"I don't know the specific reason why he formed it."

Mark shook his head, and then quickly brought the topic back on track: "The next thing I want to say is the reason why I want to see you."

After Steven Jian nodded blankly, he spoke: "I hope to reach some degree of consensus or sign some kind of contract with you, so that we can openly and honestly take turns to gain control of this body. , instead of competing for control of the body with one party being kept in the dark like now."

"Okay, then..."

After Steven thought for a moment, he tentatively asked: "As far as I know, every patient with schizophrenia has a main personality and a sub-personality. Who is the main personality between you and me? "

After a moment of silence, Mark asked: "Are you concerned about this issue?"

"It's not very..."

Before Steven finished speaking, he took the initiative to change his tone: "Okay, I admit, I do care about this issue a little bit."

Mark nodded, looked at Steven a little apologetically and said, "I'm very sorry, Steven."

"You were created by me."

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(End of this chapter)