Marvel: I am the leader of the mutant race

Chapter 138 Chapter 138: The little boy in the cafe

Silence fell in the slightly dim ward.

Steven looked straight at his other self who looked opposite him with a guilty face. His thin lips opened and closed several times but no sound came out. His heart was broken. After all, no one could accept his existence. It is based on the fact that others want it.

After a long silence, Mark finally broke the deadlock: "Listen, Steven, I know you have a lot of puzzles and confusions, so our main task now is to understand each other, only in this way can we answer your question." confusion."

Steven shook his head and nodded. He pointed at Mark’s hospital gown as white as snow, and then at the not-so-large ward where they were: “To be honest, it’s really hard to open your heart to others. It is very difficult, do you want to choose to start our heart-to-heart journey here?"

Mark spread his hands helplessly. He didn't have an in-depth understanding of this unknown mental hospital that was full of weirdness and irrationality. He had not yet explored the possible dangers here. If possible, he certainly hoped to find out. We get to know each other in this ward, which is relatively safe for now.

But look at Steven, and look at the coffin he's trying so hard to stay away from...

"Alright alright."

Mark compromised: "There may be some unknown dangers here, so I want you to promise me that in the next time, you must follow my pace and never act without authorization!"

Steven glanced at the coffin with its lid overturned on the ground in shock, and hurriedly approached Mark, who looked very reliable: "Take me out quickly, I really don't want to think about it for a second. Never see this damn coffin again!”

Mark patted Steven on the shoulder to signal him to stabilize his mood. This was the first time he had actually touched this second personality created by himself, whether it was the real touch of the dark sweater or the texture of the barrier. The softness of the skin and the hardness of the bones that he felt while wearing the sweater made him suddenly lose consciousness.

This beautiful illusion that carried all his kindness and light, now truly appeared in front of him!

"what happened?"

Steve keenly noticed Mark's strangeness, he hesitated for a moment, and took the initiative to make a concession: "If you really don't like it, it's not impossible to be here..."

Mark laughed dumbly, and after patting Steve's shoulder again, he put away the complicated emotions in his heart as quickly as possible, then quickly entered the state, and gently opened the door of the ward with an extremely vigilant attitude.

"Watfark!?"

Everything he saw made Mark, as cautious as he was, couldn't help but scream: What he could see was a series of seemingly endless bright corridors. On both sides of this corridor, there was a closed door every few meters. The pure white door of the room, looking far into the distance, the farthest corridor has shrunk to an invisible point.

"what happened?"

Steve looked at Mark, who was standing motionless at the door as if struck by lightning, and asked tentatively: "Can you take a look at it?"

Makmu opened all the doors of the ward in a daze, allowing the latter to stick his head out and observe left and right as carefully as he did.

"Isn't it the Memory Palace?"

Mark originally thought that Steve would show a series of emotions such as shock and confusion, but he didn't expect that he would just frown slightly, then comfort himself and say: "You know, my memory You are completely absent from it, and I don’t know if you have ever seen those interesting science fiction movies.”

"In some movies related to memory or consciousness, scenes like this often appear. After the protagonist enters the memory palace, he sees countless rooms like this. If I am not wrong, there are countless rooms. The entire room should be full of memories of you and me."

After hesitating for a moment, Mark walked out of the ward decisively. He could see everything Steve saw. Of course, he had seen the movies Steve had seen. It's just a huge change from "courtyard" to "endless corridor".

The two of them walked out of the ward one after another. Their tiptoeing movements and nervous demeanor looked like two suspects who had just committed a crime.

"What do we do now?"

Steve quietly leaned close to Mark's ear. There was no end in sight in the silent corridor, which made him, who was originally strategizing, unable to help but feel heart palpitations: "Should we open and check room by room, or should we open it one by one and check it out?" Watch one every few?"

Mark stopped and thought for a moment: "Maybe we can have a better way."

"You just said that this is a place like the Hall of Memory, and I learned through some channels that the spirit is the power that dominates everything here... Is there a possibility, if we are very eager to learn from each other? If you see something in your memory, can you achieve your goal by just opening a door?"

Stephen frowned and thought seriously for a while. Things like memory and consciousness gradually formed a thread. He knew that if, as Mark said, mental power is the only force that dominates this place, then this might be true. It is a feasible solution!

"Then let's open a door and try it first?"

As Steve spoke, he pointed to the nearest ward door.

Mark nodded and had no intention of opening it himself: "Based on our two guesses, this memory palace should be jointly led by you and me. In this case, it will not only be affected by my spiritual will, but also Influenced by your spiritual will.”

After a brief pause, Mark looked at Steve and continued: "I didn't mean to violate your privacy, but since I created you, I have seen everything you do... now The situation is that I know a lot about you and you know nothing about me.”

"so?"

Steve pointed at himself: "You mean, let me open the door of your memory?"

Mark nodded and said, "That's it."

"Alright alright."

Steve took a deep breath and walked towards the nearest ward door and said, "Then let me take a look..."

The door opened, and what came into view was not the ward.

Steven stood at the door with a face full of horror, looking at the eerie and quiet cafe just a short distance away.

There are no lights here and it is extremely gloomy.

There is no sound here, the silence is overwhelming.

People with holes in their brains or holes in their hearts sat face to face with gloomy faces on tables with coffee that had long since gone cold. They were wearing different styles of clothes and had long hair. With skins of different colors, some of them are young but in their twenties, and some are so old that their hair and beard are all white...

"What you least want to face in your heart..."

"Is this a weird cafe full of dead people riding horses?" Mark's expression changed when he heard this. He pushed away Steven who was blocking the door and walked in first, looking at the pictures covered in blood and stains. Scar's familiar face, the joy of meeting the latter just now disappeared without a trace.

He walked up to a young man wearing a blue hat and a red sweatshirt and clearly called out the place where he killed him: "Dubai."

At this moment, he was completely out of mood to care about Steven who was walking in behind him.

But Steven was full of doubts and curiosity: "Do you know these dead people?"

Mark glared at the second personality he created angrily: "They are criminals, murderers, robbers, militants... in short, they are all heinous guys."

Steven automatically ignored Mark's eye roll. He looked around and saw at least dead people. Looking at the other self with a gloomy face walking among the dead people, he asked in disbelief: "These people are all you." Killed!?"

Mark looked up at Steven in the gap between carefully identifying each dead person. In order to make this kind-hearted self less afraid, he took the initiative to explain: "I used to be a mercenary, and then I found someone similar to a god. Every one of them is not the guy I intend to kill. When my job was a mercenary, if I didn't kill these people, then these people would come to kill me; After I started the second job, these things no longer changed according to my subjective wishes..."

Steven didn't quite understand Mark's explanation, but he roughly understood the meaning of the former, which made him relax his ever-higher vigilance again. From movies, TV series and documentaries, he knew about the profession of mercenaries. In those movies and TV dramas, the mercenary who is the protagonist is always resistant to killing. Under some magical substitution thought, Steven also believes that Mark himself is also resistant to killing.

"Can you remember every one of them?"

Listening to the words Mark said from time to time that were about places or names while walking through, Steven asked in slight surprise: "How is this possible?"

"You can try killing someone."

Mark raised his head from the state of leaning over to observe and identify. He looked at Steven and suggested seriously: "This way you can experience for yourself how long it will take to forget him."

He lowered his head and patted a sturdy man in combat uniform beside his hands. This was his comrade who worked with him in a mercenary regiment, but once he was unlucky and was hit by a stray bullet in his lung. In the end, Mark couldn't bear the other party's request and ended his life with one shot.

"I always expected the mission to fail."

"Then I will be the one who gets killed..."

After all, he is a positive personality full of light and kindness in his heart. Mark's self-pity did not affect him for too long. While the latter was still unable to extricate himself from all kinds of negative emotions, he had already begun to quietly observe around.

After walking a few steps, he unexpectedly saw a child waving to him at the front door of the cafe!

Inexplicable horror and anger surged into Steven's heart like a tide. Without caring about Mark's emotions, he pointed at the child and asked loudly: "Tell me, Mark!"

"In the room of such a group of people who were killed by your own hands, why is there a child!"

Listening to this suppressed anger and even trembling voice, Mark's eyes suddenly widened.

Looking along Steven's fingers, a cute boy wearing overalls was looking at him innocently. His body trembled suddenly and he kept muttering: "This is impossible... This is him." How the hell is that possible..."

When Steven saw him in such a state, some bad thoughts surged up in his heart like adding fuel to a fire. He temporarily suppressed the anger in his heart and pretended to be amiable, waving and walking slowly towards the little boy. Go: "Hello, kid?"

"No! Steven! It may be dangerous!"

As if startled by Mark's voice, the little boy turned around a moment later, pushed open the front door of the cafe at hand, and ran towards the corridor outside.

When Steven saw this, he glanced at Mark, who was running toward him like a mouse that had been stepped on by a cat, knocking over several dead people. He immediately stopped hesitating, opened the front door of the cafe that was about to close, and headed towards the corridor. The little boy strode away in pursuit.

"Don't go! Steven!"

Mark's voice behind him was getting closer and closer along with a messy "ding-dong" sound, which seemed particularly harsh in the endless silent corridor.

Steven ignored it and stared intently at the little boy with water stains dripping from time to time on his body. The latter suddenly opened the door of a ward after running dozens of meters, which let Steven know that The memory of the little boy should be in this room.

"Don't! Stop!"

Seeing that Steven was about to open the door and enter, Mark forgot the chain on the calf's neck and the iron rod connected to it in a moment of anxiety, and stepped on the water dripping from the little boy's body after stepping on it. , Mark couldn't control the center of his body, and flew directly towards the ground after being entangled by the chains.

"Plop! Crack!"

Different location, same posture.

Mark, who landed on his arms again, heard the subtle cracking sound and knew that his forearm bones were probably broken. Regardless of the excruciating pain, he used his last bit of strength to raise his head, only to see Until Steven rushed into whichever ward the little boy had entered without caring about himself.

"Crack!"

The door is locked!

"Fuck!!!"

In the endless corridor, Mark's curses echoed for a long time along with his screams, and the lingering sound lingered.

In a ward not far away, in a heavy coffin standing upright, a guy with exactly the same face as Mark suddenly opened his eyes in the dark. After a brief confusion, he did not panic like Steven. Instead of making a big noise, he quietly put his ear to the coffin lid and listened carefully to the outside world.

"It's like Steven doesn't know that his memories are all empty illusions."

Listening to Mark's screams, Jack Lockley, the third personality in the coffin, showed a meaningful smile: "Mark, after seeing the reality that only exists in my memory, what will you do?" What do you think?"

The sound was so small that it couldn't even get through the cracks in the coffin.

Mark's screams outside gradually disappeared and were replaced by the sound of a door slamming stronger than the other. At this time, Mark still didn't know what kind of dark truth he would face next.

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(End of this chapter)