World Code 427

"What, are you talking about here?"

Stark spoke in a low, almost muttering tone, trying to frown as hard as he could, but that didn't help the pungent smell—it was too dank and nauseating in here.

"I thought the knife wound on your stomach and the scar on your arm were enough to make you shut up and look at the world with your eyes, but that's what I meant," Bill said unabashedly, walking ahead to guide the bewildered man , under the not-so-bright light, the light-blond hair looks more like a nobleman, "Actually, you didn't have to suffer that blow at all."

There are other things in the man's heart other than complaints. He has to admit that he has not been able to free himself from the melee that almost killed him. Besides, apart from the physical damage, the damage to the spirit The oppression is also self-evident.

"Well...but can you stop the bleeding? I think I'm going to die if I don't go to the hospital."

"Not fatal."

It was only after this sentence penetrated through the eardrum that Stark's emotions were completely fluctuated. At this moment, he didn't remember anything about himself, and he didn't even know which bastard should go to hell with the ice cream spoon. Hollowed out his own memory, and then was thrown here by the sky, and almost died for it!

"Listen," Stark stopped, and he covered the bloody hole after he pulled out the blade with his hand, as if every movement involved more blood gushing from his fingers, "I don't want to know all that , no matter what the trick is, I just want to go home instead of being brought to this shitty place by you! It's dark, dank and disgusting, like a rat hole, I'm not the actor you're looking for, but I'm literally being stabbed right now I got my stomach pierced, and I'm going to the hospital now!"

The man walking in front stopped because of this, with no expression on his clean face, which even made Stark think of a robot for a moment.

"You didn't pay for the medical expenses."

"Of course I can," Stark said with an unsteady expression on his face. To express your determination, the middle-aged man turned around and walked in small steps towards the direction he came from.

But in fact, he has no bottom in his heart.

My God, Stark said to himself, this is really bad, and it will probably use up all the bad luck for the rest of his life at once.

"You don't understand your situation, you don't even know who you are, maybe this is a game assigned to you rather than a game of choice," Bill's voice was cold, every word was like a rope choking someone's throat , "Who else do you think can turn to for help now?"

Sure enough, Stark stopped walking when he heard the voice of the other party. In his subconscious mind, he was indeed waiting for this person to stay, although it was not a good intention to persuade, and the harsh words made the middle-aged man People don't know how to refute, but even so, the serious self-esteem and shame of being a human being don't make him show weakness and admit defeat: "Stop joking, you want me to beg you?"

"Of course not, I just want you to accept my help."

"Help me into a living target, human flesh sandbag?"

"You can keep thinking that way, let alone how long this ridiculous idea can last, anyway, it won't do you any good at all." Bill turned and walked into the passageway as if he had ten It's as if the people behind you are sure to follow.

In fact, he was quite sure, Bill seemed to know all the weaknesses of the man brought in, what he was thinking, what he wanted to do.

"Who the hell are you, I want to hear the real thing." Stark's leg was slightly limping, and his ankle was also injured, the man tried his best to follow, for which he began to be at a loss, so he lowered himself a little Asked in this tone, but Tony, who still didn't get an answer within a few seconds, paused for a while and added a word at the end of the sentence, "Please?"

"Bill, I already told you when we first met." But this young man with blond hair and a bit of a flamboyant appearance failed to give the answer Tony wanted.

"You brought me here?"

Bill pushed open an iron door in front, the sound of the rusty door panel scratching on the ground was as uncomfortable as claws scratching the glass, the man motioned for Stark to come in, and then slowly answer.

"It's the system, not me."

"System?" Stark shuddered involuntarily. He asked back while looking at the surrounding basement environment. He couldn't find a more suitable adjective other than shabby and dirty, "I know I'm not dreaming, but why did we come here."

"I'm part of the system, and I only have the ability to execute it," Bill glanced at Stark, and he straightened his naturally hanging tie with his hands and said regardless of the listener, "If I were, I wouldn't choose You are the hero who redeemed 0427."

Stark was stunned for a few seconds. Of course he knew the other party's sarcasm, but before he was about to refute, the middle-aged man paid more attention to the last few words. He clutched his side abdomen and tried to suppress the pain. Because of the pain, I gradually woke up from the paralysis.

"I admit that I am being played around like a fool by you now, and it goes without saying that my current appearance makes me want to refute your words even more, but I have thought about it, and it is undoubtedly nonsense to say it," Stark said in a low voice He turned his head to stare at the small puddle at his feet, and the reflected figure was blurred, "So 0427, what is that..."

"Coding the world, it's rare for you to learn to be smart." Bill walked to a chair and sat down, but his expression was not at ease from beginning to end. "Every world has its own code and exists independently. We now Currently in world Earth-0427."

"You mean a parallel world?!"

Tony couldn't believe it, although he really used thousands of reasons to convince himself that he would soon return to his previous life, but now it seems that he has fallen into another parallel time and space, thinking about his identity and situation , he didn't know whether he should be happy.

"It can be understood that you don't know anything about everything now. As a system executor, you can ask me questions you want to know," Bill said, "but it's up to me to answer."

Stark pursed his lips, he took a few deep breaths, and then noticed that there was only one computer in this rotten place, which could be regarded as showing that the place he was in did not belong to the last century, and this also made Tony suddenly Think of something.

He freed his hand to feel his pockets all over his body, but to Stark's disappointment, he only found a small dozen photos in the front pocket of his trousers.

"Where's my cell phone Mr. Bill, I think I should have a cell phone to my heart's content, Umm... maybe Pepper, I mean Potts."

"You don't even have money to buy a sandwich, sorry I don't know who Potts you're talking about," Bill didn't look like he was lying, he was sitting upright on a chair not far from Tony, his eyes were burning.

"Sandwich? What about the $200 million gambling debt? Even if Stark Enterprises goes bankrupt, Iron Man will never be reduced to living in a mouse hole!" Tony insisted, he was so excited that his hands The dozens of photos he was holding were all bent, his brown pupils locked onto Bill fiercely, and the light spots shone on the eyeballs, shining brightly like crystal water stains.

"You think that with your rich imagination, you can use your rich imagination to develop the mistakes made by the former owner of the body due to stupidity. You are just helping him complete the path that his body should complete—his body, while yours consciousness."

Stark felt as if someone had slapped his chest violently, and his throat was filled with uncomfortable fishy sweetness: "Stark, where did the real Stark go!"

"You are the real Stark."

"No! I mean him in world number 0427, the original host of his body before I came!"

Bill's clear eyes stared at him, but they brought out a cloudy look, dirty and unclear, even so, the man's voice was still surprisingly calm: "He died, just a week ago."

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