Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

It took Peter a full hour to catch up with him in New York City.

He didn't know why he cared so much about this issue, to the point where he could continue to chase a person who had just killed someone for an hour without doing anything else.

The chase eventually stopped on top of a building.

Peter was panting slightly. He had never chased someone for so long. Usually, those thieves would catch up with him within a short time and then stick to the wall with spider webs. But this man was different, he was completely

There was no way to stop him or catch up. We could only keep a vague distance.

He Shenyan turned around with a smile: "You seem a little tired, would you like to drink some water?"

"No, no, I just want to know what the correct answer you said is - and, I said it beforehand, you are not qualified to take away a person's life like that!"

He Shenyan asked softly: "So, who is qualified?"

Peter replied, almost without hesitation: "The law!"

"law?"

The mage laughed, almost laughing out loud. He shook his head with a look of contempt: "Do you really think that thing will be useful to the guy who calls himself a magician? Peter, the essence of law is to maintain rule.

A tool of class authority and will. And in the American legal system, guys like magicians can't even go to jail."

Peter looked at him in confusion, not even realizing for a moment that he was calling himself Peter, not Spider-Man. He asked: "How could it be? He killed so many people! He should be tried and given the death penalty!"

"The fact is, he won't. He will stay in jail for a while and gain the respect of other prisoners. Because this guy is a 'tough guy' and he has killed many people, which means he is the worst kind of bad guy.

.Then, he will be bailed out by a lawyer, and when he gets out, some rich people will bribe him with money to do things for them."

He Shenyan made a gesture: "Just like that, the magician didn't do anything wrong, and he didn't even suffer any physical pain, and he came out again. This time, with a rich man as his protection, he can even be more arrogant,

Because he no longer had to rob banks. He switched to more convenient ways of robbing, such as killing people for money."

"These are all speculations..." Peter said breathlessly.

"Really? Then you can give me a more reasonable guess."

"He, he will be caught and the officers will question him..."

"The officers can't hold him, Peter. The tattoos on his face are a manifestation of some kind of power. He has an extremely dangerous magical power. You can't get to him, let alone the police. So we need to change the angle. He

Not being interrogated by police officers in a police station interrogation room, but some kind of special government agency, or an Avengers interrogation room."

As he narrated, the Avengers' interrogation room gradually emerged in Peter's mind. He didn't know what that place looked like, but it didn't stop him from imagining it. So, he began to talk about it.

"Okay, let's go to the Avengers interrogation room...well, the captain will interrogate him. He will be put on some kind of shackles that restrict his magic? Then, the captain will ask him clearly about his crime and put him

Submit it to legal proceedings.”

"Do you think the law will sentence him to death?"

Peter was stunned.

Will the law sentence magicians to death?

In this era when human rights activists are popular, do magicians really suffer the death penalty? Peter often surfs the Internet. In March this year, a man deliberately killed his neighbor and his family of five, using extremely cruel methods. He had no money to hire a lawyer, but

The local Human Rights League hired a well-known lawyer for him, and the man won the case.

His sentence was commuted from death to life, and it is said that his sentence could even be commuted.

…Is a magician punishable by death?

"Look, Peter, you don't know the answer either. Tell me, he killed so many people. If he is not sentenced to death, will he not get the punishment he deserves?"

Peter nodded blankly, and then screamed as if he was waking up from a dream: "You called me... called me...?!"

"Yes, I know who you are, Peter Parker. But that doesn't matter, back to the problem." He Shenyan looked at him patiently. "If the magician is not sentenced to death, do you think it should be?

"

He said softly: "Think about it, Peter. A murderer. A man who has caused so many families great pain and blow, and has no intention of repenting. He has done so many wrong things, and yet he is still alive?

Why? Why should he live?"

"But, but..." Peter's brain was extremely confused, but he still asked the key question. "What qualifications do you have to kill him?"

"I don't have the qualifications, but I don't need a legal license to kill, Peter. I only know one thing."

He Shenyan slowly raised a finger.

"If I let this scumbag live, just one more minute, one more hour - my conscience will continue to suffer for a minute, or an hour. My conscience will continue to scream and wail in my chest.

, tell me what a stupid decision I made. At the same time, the magician’s face will keep flashing back in my mind, as well as the faces of the victims.”

"They died, but he is still alive, why? Why can he live? Does he deserve it? He came out of his mother's belly, like everyone, and then ran to kill people and destroy happy families...

.After doing such a thing, he can still be alive?"

He Shenyan slowly raised the corners of his mouth and showed a smile: "No, I hold the opposite attitude. There is still a chance to correct petty theft, but people like magicians..."

"Must die."

Peter sat weakly on the ground, as if he had experienced a battle. He trembled and pulled off his mask. As a high school student, his three views formed by the education he had received suffered a huge blow. At this moment,

He almost forgot who his last name was, and could only hear He Shenyan's words echoing in his ears.

Then, he started to think about it.

Would I have a bad conscience if I let the magician live?

Those words "burned corpse" flashed before his eyes.

I can.

I won't be able to sleep, and I will think of those corpses every night, and the steps I took to let him live... If I let him go once, I would let more people die. From this perspective

Come up and say, I...I.

He stopped, holding his mask feebly, tears overflowing from his eyes. The energy that broke out after the belief he had always held made the child's heart overflowing with pain - he thought, I will become a magician.

accomplice.

Where he couldn't see, He Shenyan was looking at him with his lips pursed.

Great, that's it, Peter.

He thought so with guilt.

Go ahead and let the pain fill your heart. I'm sorry, kid. But if I need to know what Wanda left behind in you, I need to elicit intense emotions, and right now there's a very natural progression that I can't

Throw it away and don't use it.

He Shenyan laughed at himself and said to himself - Mephisto is right, you should go to hell and sign a contract with him to become a devil.

"......gentlemen."

After a long silence, Peter raised his head, his childish face full of doubts: "You are right, the magician should not live, but we are not qualified to deprive him of his life, but if not

Doing this will make our conscience uneasy, but what happens after we do this? Won’t we become just like him?”

"Would you rob a bank like him?"

"I won't."

"Would you kill as many innocent people as he did?"

"I won't."

"Then what stupid things are you saying?"

He Shenyan raised his hand and pointed at his temple: "Think, Peter, think. Have your own ideas. I don't know which idiot told you what you just said, but I have heard many similar opinions.

.I heard it recently from a friend of mine who was dressed as a bat. I told him he was stupid. He was silent for a long time, said yes, and then gave up on this idea."

Peter lowered his head, and at this moment, He Shenyan saw a scarlet tattoo revealed on the back of his neck. At that moment, He Shenyan's expression suddenly turned cold, and time slowed down countless times in an instant.

The mage appeared behind Peter, stretched out his hand, and pressed it on the tattoo.

Then, he came to a new world.

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The rubble is rugged, and this scene is everywhere. It is like a heart that has been broken ten thousand times. It is broken but still retains the most basic rationality. The sky is blood-like scarlet, with a fantasy color.

, but it still feels cold and unreal.

He Shenyan smelled the smell of red wine.

He turned around and found a round table behind him. It was covered with white cloth and had two chairs next to it. The dinner plates had already been prepared, and the main courses had even been served. There was blood-red wine in the glass, and that was where the smell came from.

Come.

He smiled, pulled out the nearest chair and sat down. Then, Wanda's figure emerged from the void.

She was wearing a long dress that fit her figure perfectly, her long brown hair was spread on both sides, and her eyes were relaxed and natural. She was incredibly beautiful, but she also made people feel deeply chilled in a certain way.

Maybe it's from those eyes filled with red light.

Anyway, she pulled out a chair opposite He Shenyan and sat down.

"Long time no see, He." She smiled politely and her tone was intimate. "How long has it been since we last met?"

"I don't know. Please tell me a time, Wanda."

He Shenyan smiled slightly, picked up the knife and fork and started to cut the fish on the plate. He picked up a piece and put it into his mouth. His eyes lit up: "Ah, I ate it. This is the fish from Bianluo's family, and it tastes exactly the same."

, you actually still remember."

"Of course I remember, it was when we went to eat together after we killed a group of cultists. I've never forgotten it."

Wanda held up the wine glass and swirled the liquid in the glass, and the sky turned upside down behind her. The scarlet red turned into a warm and soft night in an instant, like a mother who could tolerate everything. Candles appeared out of thin air on the ground around them, warm and warm.

It burns and emits bursts of fragrance.

He Shenyan looked around and took a sip from the wine glass: "...Now, you make me feel a little uncomfortable, Wanda. I suggest you be proud of this. You are the only one who has done this in so many years."

The person who came to this matter.”

"Should I be proud?" Wanda asked back. "You killed Sithorne and broke my conspiracy. You killed the scumbag who was given power by me, and you also found me through the power mark on that child.

, is there anything you can’t do?”

"I don't know. Can you tell me one?"

"save me."

Wanda didn't hesitate.

She raised her neck arrogantly: "You can't save everyone, He Shenyan. You came here to want me to go back and return me to normal. I know that. But what if that's what I want?"

He Shenyan just looked at her and said nothing.

When he and Sithorne had a heart-to-heart talk, Sithorne told him everything, including why Wanda became like this - in layman's terms, the current Wanda is not a spiritual being.

Dominant. She has the spirit of Wanda from another world in her body.

And that Wanda has experienced almost all the most painful things.

For example, dead parents, dead brother, dead husband, dead children - well, I almost don't know how to write the word "death".

"If this is your wish, I won't say anything, Wanda. But obviously this is not what the Wanda I know would do. For example, if you want to create a person without superpowers and a miscellaneous alien,

A world where you live happily with a robot named Vision and two children."

"I want to have my own life. Is it wrong?"

Wanda became excited: "What's wrong with pursuing your own happiness?!"

"Yes, but you can't do it at the expense of other people's lives."

He Shenyan calmly picked up the napkin on the side and wiped his fingers, and glanced at Wanda. The look in her eyes suddenly made her feel scared. She heard He Shenyan start to speak softly.

"Shaping a new world is a crazy move, and your current power is obviously not enough to do it. So, if my guess is correct, you will continue to increase the interconnection between dimensions, and then you will travel through one after another.

In this world, keep plundering the bodies and powers of those Wandas until you gain enough power to shape a new world."

He made a gesture.

"As for the life and death of other people? You don't care, for you, that's not important. Yes, for 'you'... I guess the lady sitting across from me now is occupying the body of

The person in the dominant position shouldn’t be the Wanda I know, right?”

The mage picked up the red wine, took another sip, and then put it down gently. The world turned upside down at this moment, and the gravel and the sky turned into an extremely solid glass cage, binding Wanda in it. She expressed her hatred and disappointment with her words.

He looked at He Shenyan without saying a word.

"If you look at me like that, people who don't know us might think I did something to you."

He Shenyan shrugged: "Also, would you mind asking Wanda, who I know, to come out and say a word?"

A red light lights up inside the glass cover.

"Well, I guess that means rejection."