[Comprehensive British and American] Distress signal receiver

The golden cloud of consciousness looks soft and changeable, but upon careful observation, he feels that the surface of his consciousness is like a metal weave, and there is an indescribable force lingering inside.

Wesley's voice was filtered through the system, and it sounded emotionless, but it was also non-aggressive.

Charles couldn't read his mind and didn't understand him, but Wesley was on the contrary. As a sensitive (??) nerd, even if he didn't read his mind, he could say he understood this young Professor X very well.

His kindness and sense of justice, as well as his strong sense of responsibility, forced him to help and protect mutants in the right way. In this society, the status of mutants has changed, thanks to Charles and his network.

In Wesley's view, he was forced to do tasks by the system, but like Charles, he took the initiative to help others. There is a fundamental difference between the two.

Therefore, when facing such a pure person, Wesley would somewhat shrink back because of his shame.

In the dark, Wesley waited for Charles' response. Unexpectedly, it took a long time for that gentle voice to suppress the emotion that shook not long ago, and said in a hoarse voice:

"You're really beautiful, Cole."

"..."

real?Start with this sentence? !

And what's the matter with this strange voice? Although Wesley couldn't see Charles' appearance, he always felt that the eyes of this emotional professor were red.

So what have you come up with?

"...Why are you looking for me?" Wesley couldn't help asking.

"You know why," Charles, who was still sitting by the window in the distant Xavier College, frowned unconsciously, looking forward sincerely and worriedly, his soft, bloody lips parted slightly, trying not to disturb The voice of this young consciousness said: "You can't help others like this all the time, you need to rest."

"..." Thinking that he did not have enough sleep, and today was another sleepless night, Wesley suppressed the noodle tears in his heart: "I have rested."

"No, you are always jumping in different people's consciousness, there is no energy that can work so frequently." Charles said with reason and patience: "Anyone can't, I can feel your fatigue, Cole, you Need a place to rest, a home."

"...I can't." This is a big truth. Wesley, who is bound to the system, can't enjoy life in this crisis-ridden world at present.

His inferiority as a small person makes him like a hamster to keep collecting things that are beneficial to him, such as points, such as the ability to heal himself, such as the ability to upgrade, hide in a corner of the world, and lose his life for all possible It is best to be prepared for dangerous moments.

...Uh, speaking of it this way, it seems that the system is my enemy...

"No, I can help you."

Charles said this sentence, as if stimulated by his previous answer, more decisive.

Charles looked at the pure consciousness—he believed it was a pure soul, defenseless, extremely kind, and seemed to be very ignorant of his current situation. He thought, this must be the consciousness that a juvenile mutant broke away from.

What made him feel sad and distressed the most was that outside of the other party's consciousness, he didn't feel the connection between the ability and the body in the process of using the ability like himself.

Therefore, this little mutant who called himself Cole probably had already encountered some kind of accident, and it was only under the protection of his ability that his consciousness survived until now.

It's just that in his experience, residual mutant energy usually doesn't last very long.

The one in front of him is even more special, he has memory, even no different from a living person.

"...How can I help?" Wesley was full of broken emotions, secretly thinking how did you find out that I need help, can you tell me quickly and we can solve it together?

Also, please stop suffering, the whole space is a little salty, okay? !

In his own room, Charles couldn't help clenching his hand on the armrest, and his blue eyes showed melancholy pity. Then, as if he had made up his mind, he pressed his fingers on his temple with a little force, and he said: "Cole, I'm going to do something next, but don't be afraid, I want to take you to a safe place, okay?"

"..." This sentence is really suspected of abduction.

"When I get there, I'll figure out a way to keep you from running back and forth in the minds of these poor, suffering people."

"..." Sounds like a good place, heaven? !It's just another problem, you took my consciousness away, so my body...

"What do you want to do?" Wesley was a little confused.

"Don't be afraid," Charles, who had never encountered such a situation before and only thought it was theoretically feasible, was a little uncertain, but he still had confidence in his ability.

Charles said gently: "I will use my consciousness to lead you, all you need is for you to follow me out of Jessica's body, can you do it?"

"..." The concubine really can't do it!

"It's time," Wesley said hurriedly, "I'm going back, Charles, thank you...you misunderstood, I'm fine."

"Don't," Charles said with anxiety in his voice, "don't go, you don't understand..."

It was the first time I met Professor X. Although the current situation was really weird, Wesley still liked Charles' energy, as if bathing in the sun on the spacious lawn in summer, it made people feel very cordial.

But no matter how kind he is, he can't stay for a long time. If he is not useful, it is not useful. Wesley has no intention of abandoning his small body.

"It's dawn, I have to go to school later, Charles." Wesley said truthfully: "I hope to have a chance to communicate with you face to face next time."

After finishing speaking, Wesley jumped towards the golden arrow in the distance without waiting for Charles to stop him——

"Warning." The serious voice of the system sounded: "Anomalies have been detected in the host's consciousness environment. Please leave here without hurting the important person——Charles Xavier."

"..." Why do I feel that you are not worried about me?

Wesley also felt the consciousness enveloping him with all its strength, preventing him from leaving directly, and the other party's sea-like worries made him unable to breathe.

"Don't go, Cole, please!" Charles said, "I won't hurt you, leave with me, your body..."

At this time, the two consciousnesses were so close together that they almost overlapped. In the dark space, the soft golden clouds were tightly bound by another kind of energy.

Jessica in her sleep frowned uncomfortably.

"Let me go, Charles." Wesley said with difficulty.

"Emergency measures are about to be taken to evacuate the host," the system said without waiting for Wesley to stop it, "neutrino separation surgery, shock thrust—[-] millivolts—three...two..."

"..." Wait, wait, why did you commit the countdown problem of the system at this time, and what the hell is the separation operation? !

"one."

There was a suffocating squeeze, and Wesley felt countless inexplicable substances crazily passing through his consciousness in an instant.

On the other side, Charles in the room was unprepared for the impact, his body suddenly fell back, and he opened his mouth as if he couldn't breathe.

"No, Cole!" he yelled.

Wesley was in a trance in an instant, and it was not necessarily painful, but it was obvious that he felt his uncontrollable abilities began to spread out of his consciousness, and soon, he met Charles who still hadn't left him.

Under the suppression of the power of the system, the opponent directly infiltrated into Wesley's consciousness out of instinct.

In an instant, the picture changed, and Charles was kneeling on an unfamiliar ground with his whole body cold, and the pain in his body made him gasp with difficulty.

He looked around. This was a child's bedroom, and the childlike painted windows were right in front of him.

Then, he noticed something strange, slowly lowered his head, and looked at his chest through the collar.

There was a round piece of metal, set firmly in the old scar.

Charles raised his too weak and pale hands tremblingly, blood stains between his fingers corresponded to the pain from his body.

Suddenly, unprepared, he was forced to turn around and fell to the ground. A tall shadow with a darkened face stood beside him and stepped on his wrist.

A voice that seemed to come from hell paused word by word: "I... have... told you—"

Charles' pupils clenched tightly together.

—Brown House.

Wesley, who was lying quietly on the bed, suddenly trembled all over, his eyeballs twitched under his tightly closed eyelids, and suddenly, he shouted: "Charles!"

Not long after the sound fell, the sound of the door opening came from the other end of the corridor not far away, and the sound of heavy footsteps quickly came to Wesley's bedroom door.

"Wesley?" He twisted twice, knocked on the door again, and the door was locked from the inside.

William, who was in pajamas, turned around without hesitation, and went back to the bedroom to get the key.

A moment later, William rushed back, the keychain jingled, and the next moment, he pushed open the door, and with the faint light from the window, he saw his youngest son struggling on the bed, sweating profusely, as if having some terrible nightmare .

"Wesley?" His steps slowed down a bit.

The boy on the bed seemed to hear his call, and his breathing gradually became steady.

William sat down beside his bed and fiddled with the young man's wet forehead hair. His expression was serious, even a little gloomy, but his voice was still very soft. William said again: "Wesley, what's wrong with you?"

The boy on the bed loosened his frown. After a while, he seemed to feel William's hand, and Wesley half-opened his eyes: "What time is it?"

William watched him calmly, but after a while, his straight back relaxed, and he said, "It's dawn, you're having a nightmare, kid."

Wesley: "..." It's hard to say.

Wesley yelled at the system crazily in his heart: "The system is so messy, you almost took it off, okay?!"

The system calmly said: "To be fair, wool is easier to handle than the situation just now."

"..." You, you have learned badly.

"Forcibly transporting the host's consciousness may cause unknown harm to Charles Xavier, preventing him will minimize the risk." The system added.

"..." Did you consider me here?

Wesley looked at the face of William who seemed to have come out of a nightmare, and showed a real sad smile.

Xavier Academy for Gifted Boys——

Charles gasped and fell off the couch.

"Charles!" The good assistant Hank McCoy knocked on the door anxiously after hearing the sound: "Charles, are you okay?"

Charles was about to answer, but he coughed violently.

In the process of using his ability before, he breathed a little too much.

The movement in the room made Hank even more worried. At this time, another energetic voice came from not far away, asking repeatedly: "Hey good morning Hank, what's the matter, what are you doing here?"

"Have you finished your supper at last, Pietro?" Hank pointed out that it must be a bad thing for him to show up so early, but that's not the point right now.

"Charles!" Hank worriedly changed from knocking on the door to smashing it, but somewhat controlled his strength.

With a bang, the door opened.

Pietro broke open the door and rushed into the room: "Professor! Professor?"

"I'm not sure." Charles was helped up in a daze. He took off the power amplifier behind his ear, calmed his heartbeat, and said to Hank who came in next, "I'm not sure."

"How are you?" Hank looked at the amplifier worriedly: "I told you not to try this instrument too early, what are you not sure about?"

Charles rubbed his forehead, feeling a severe headache disturbing his thoughts, he gasped slightly: "Not sure what I saw. Oh...God, I have to find him."

……

It was dawn, and the world was as it always was. In the windless morning, it seemed as if all the torments of the night were washed away by the calm morning light, ushering in a brand new day.

Tony Stark was busy in his studio all night. In the early hours of the morning, he finally had some clues. He was about to hold back his excitement and continue working overtime for three days and three nights when an unwelcome visitor came outside.