[Comprehensive British and American] When the "real" Wes met Jarvis

The time to relax didn't last long. Zhen Weisi's situation was not very good after all. Tony just chatted with McCoff habitually, and the two of them turned their attention to the computer in front of the researcher.

At the same time, Zhen Weisi, who was lying in the instrument, deliberately forced himself to recall those memories, and the familiar pain hit him again. He only felt as if someone was hitting his head with a sharp awl. Subconsciously, he wanted to raise his hand, but when his wrist was blocked by something, he realized that his limbs had been fixed.

Since he couldn't relieve the pain, Zhen Weisi had no choice but to give up. He looked at the top, his face pale, but expressionless.

It hurts, Zhen Weisi thought so.

Although it is not as good as the boss's punishment, he really hates pain, just like he hates red for no reason.

Sometimes he is actually lucky to go on missions with Bucky, because in many cases, Bucky is enough to solve those targets, Zhen Weisi only needs to provide his partner with accurate information most of the time, and control those who can A monitor that monitors whereabouts.

In this way, he would not have to witness and feel the blood flowing from the human body.

Zhen Weisi didn't have any bad feelings about killing people. After all, the soft-hearted couldn't persist in the Hydra base. He just simply hated the blood stained with red.

But no matter how much he hated it, he had to be patient for the sake of the task, no matter how obvious the pain was, he had to lie here, accept the pain, and even make the pain worse on purpose.

But at this moment, a low singing voice that seemed to be close to his ears sounded, as if trying to dispel his pain.

He opened his mouth, his voice hoarse because of the pain:

"Jarvis?"

The singing didn't stop, but Jarvis's low voice was mixed in, "You know it's me?"

I just……

Maybe it was because of the headache caused by memories, Zhen Weisi vaguely felt that this scene was a little familiar to him, as if it had happened to him before.

It was as if someone had played this song in his ear.

Zhen Weisi wanted to know whether this was his illusion or it really happened, maybe it was because of the singing, even if he made such a move, the pain seemed to be far away from him.

"Sir, he's starting to feel numb to the pain," Jarvis said to Tony, and then turned to tell Mycroft, "At most half a minute, even if he can't find the source of stimulation, he must stop, otherwise his brain will suffer irreversible damage." Injury, Mr Holmes."

In fact, Jarvis had already decided that even if the gentleman didn't agree, he would stop the machine himself.

"Boss, I discovered the source of stimulation buried in his body."

Mycroft and Tony looked at each other, and he immediately signaled to turn off the device, and Zhen Weisi, who was lying in it, heard Jarvis's soft voice, telling him that he didn't need to recall.

"I……"

As soon as he opened his mouth, Zhen Weisi felt that his voice was very dry and hoarse, and he even lost his voice slightly. After he recovered a little, the words he originally wanted to say also faded away because of the impulse.

Someone opened the top cover from the outside, and Mycroft stared down at Zhen Weisi, the child's pale face was reflected in those pale gray eyes.

Instead of hugging Zhen Weisi directly like Tony did, he reached out to him and smiled at him.

"I think you should also want to know the result immediately, right?" He said slowly, although it ended with a question word, it was obvious that he didn't think Zhen Weisi would deny his words.

Zhen Weisi put his hand on McCoff's palm and said with certainty, "Of course."

Tony, who was watching the brotherly love, let out a hehe, raised his eyebrows and said, "Are you sure you still have the strength to walk?"

Zhen Weisi crawled out of the instrument with a whimper. Of course, he also borrowed McCoff's strength during the process, but at least he crawled out with his short hands and short legs. When McCoff let go, Zhen Weisi had just landed on the ground, ready to take a step, and raised his fleshy little paw to point the middle finger at Tony.

With a snap, he fell straight down, face down.

Tony: "Pfft."

Mycroft pressed his fist to his jaw and coughed.

Zhen Weisi: ... With this kind of performance in the theater, it is really hard to believe that you and I are relatives haha.

In the end, only Jarvis was reliable. He controlled a wheelchair that could rotate automatically and let Zhen Weis sit on it.

They came to another room, where the researcher had been waiting for a while. He held the sorted out materials in his hand and put them in front of his boss.

Mycroft flipped through a few pages. He is not an expert in this field, but he can understand a little bit with his super high IQ, and there are no mediocre people in this room, whether it is Tony or Zhen Weisi, they can all understand it. some key places.

For example, there is indeed something in Zhen Weisi's body, and there is more than one.

"Two have been found so far."

The researcher pulled out the virtual screen, zoomed in on one of the scans, and pointed to a very small shadow just below Zhen Weisi's left waist. That place is very easy to be ignored, and it is easy to be regarded as normal Skeleton sunken shadows.

"This one, according to the judgment, may only be used to detect his brain waves. When an abnormal frequency is found, it emits an extremely weak signal. It must be captured by special equipment. It should have been implanted in recent years. entered."

"Another—"

The researcher paused for a moment, then zoomed in on another scan, this time it was a brain scan.

"Under the scalp on the right side of his brain."

Mycroft frowned, and he carefully observed the scanned image. His keen awareness made him quickly notice something, and what he discovered made his eyes darken.

"I agree with several others that this object has probably been implanted since he was a child, and as he grew up, it became more and more fused with his brain, if it wasn't for this—"

Zhen Weisi watched the researcher turn his gaze to himself with a gloomy face, and continued, "I have been stimulating my brain, causing this object to continuously emit electrical interference, and we can't find it at all."

Because it seems to have been specially processed, and Zhen Weisi was implanted when he was very young, so it is difficult to detect it with the existing equipment. After all, even Zhen Weisi has never discovered that there is something in his head. , but the one on the waist, he was a little aware of it when he was punished.

Mycroft crossed his fingers against his abdomen, and said in a low voice, "Has its function been found out?"

The researcher hesitated, "What we know so far is that it has the effect of deepening brainwashing. It is not clear whether there are other side effects."

"Can it be taken out?" Tony asked the most critical question.

The researcher looked troubled.

"Shit!" Tony cursed a little irritably, and Zhen Weisi, who was sitting next to him, was calmer as the person involved, and he said, "I can use my ability—"

"No."

Before he could finish his sentence, three simultaneous voices interrupted him.

Tony raised his hand, but Zhen Weisi quickly moved away from him as soon as he saw his movement, and his eyes seemed to be looking at a pervert.

Tony: ... Tsk, he won't lose a piece of meat if he pinches his face.

He rolled his eyes, and said amusedly and angrily, "You don't have to think about using your ability to take out these two things."

Mycroft's tone was light, but it obviously meant that he could not be defied, "I will not allow you to do such a thing."

Jarvis's voice was much gentler than those of the first two, but he did not agree with Zhen Weisi's decision, "The brain is very precise, Zhen Weisi."

None of them would allow Zhen Weisi to act recklessly.

"and many more--"

Zhen Weisi said with some dissatisfaction, "Hey, why should I listen to you."

"Because I'm your brother." Mycroft said.

"Because I'm your grandfather." Tony said.

Unexpectedly, this time even the always reliable Jarvis got involved, and his voice was even as gentle as ever.

"You once called me Dad, Zhen Weisi."

Zhen Weisi: ...Very well, there is no fuck to say, the room of feelings is all my elders, right? ?

He puffed his bun face and said bitterly, "Grandpa, father, brother, are we three generations in the same house?"

Mycroft glanced at Tony indifferently. He obviously didn't like this senior very much before, but now the three-year-old Ni, who is very happy because he has overwhelmed McCoff, looks back proudly.

Mycroft looked away, and instead of fussing over the three-year-old, he turned to Zhen Weisi and said, "I know someone who may be able to help you retrieve your memory without taking out that thing in your head."

The brain is a wonderful existence. Although there is such a cruel and inhumane thing as brainwashing, it is not a computer after all. It will not completely erase the memories that once existed like formatting, and there is a person in this regard Are born experts.

"Who?" Zhen Weisi was not very interested.

"Wait," Tony somewhat guessed who McCoff was going to talk about, and he couldn't help frowning, "You won't say it's that person, will you?"

McCoff nodded.

Tony's expression became weird. In fact, that person didn't feel bad, even pretty good. At least Tony didn't hate that person, and he had also received help from that person in his research on suppressors.

However, Tony refused to recall when he thought of the fact that he had accidentally exposed his little secret to that person.

Tony's expression made Zhen Weisi a little interested.

When Zhen Weisi returned to the ward, McCoff and Tony also walked out of the hospital. Before they separated, McCoff called to Tony.

"Your attitude towards the professor seems to be a bit evasive," Mycroft raised his eyebrows, and he seemed to be pointing, "I thought the relationship between you was pretty good."

"Who said I avoided the professor." Tony retorted subconsciously, and the reaction was so quick that it revealed a trace of guilt.

"Oh, is it?" The ending sounded upward, and Mycroft stroked the black umbrella handle he was leaning on, the corners of his lips slightly raised, and his tone was meaningful, "I thought you avoided it because the professor found out about your insoles. he."

"..."

No, wait.

Tony stared at his old classmate with wide eyes, he stretched out his hand, because the stimulation was too great, the finger pointing at McCoff even trembled, he yelled in disbelief:

"Fuck! Why do you know about this!!"

Obviously that person promised not to tell anyone! !

McCoff smiled.

It was not at all difficult to guess for Mycroft, who was Sherlock Holmes.

Only three-year-old Ni thought that he had kept this matter a good one.

Just as Tony took pleasure in hating McCoff, Tony's expression at the moment also brought a lot of fun to McCoff.