Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

After traveling through four different worlds in a short period of time, He Shenyan's brain was very confused - I mean, the kind of "Oh, where did my keys go?" confusion, not the "I hate me" kind of confusion.

My current fiancée, should I run away from her, break up the engagement, and run away?”

I mean, it's still acceptable.

There are currently several small problems before him.

First, the guy who chased Spider-Man Supreme did not leave his face in his memory. Before the poor guy died, there was only a black shadow of Mohu in his mind. And He Shenyan had two thoughts about this.

Inference. 1. He came from a certain detective anime that started with "nan" and ended with "nan".

2. He has some ability to make people unable to remember his face.

Considering that this guy can create conceptual injuries, He Shenyan prefers the latter. This brings some minor difficulties to his tracing work. The mage is willing to accept the challenge, and even likes the challenge in some cases.

But that definitely doesn't mean that he has to spend his precious rest time tracking down that bastard in this world for a long time.

Don't even think about it - Tony Stark still owes him a movie night.

Second, he had to find a way to get that son of a bitch to show up.

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"Hand over the money! Hand over the money, bastard! Hurry up! Don't make me leave a few scars on your body! Trust me, you don't want to go to the hospital and tell the doctor how many times you were stabbed on your stomach.

!”

A guy with long hair, like those in old movies from the 1980s, holds a bullet knife in his hand and is threatening a small man in front of him.

The little man wears a suit and leather shoes, and his fingernails are neatly trimmed. He has short black hair, a short and flat face, and regular features, but he gives people a mechanical feel.

He glanced at the man who was blushing and thick-necked due to excitement, waved his hand and pointed to the side alley: "How about we go there to solve the problem? Giving you money in front of the bar will make you look like a duck.

,Dude.”

"You still tell jokes?"

The long-haired man angrily grabbed the little man and pulled him to the entrance of the alley. Then he immediately pressed the knife to his neck: "Hand over the money! You bastards wearing designer suits and fine leather shoes are very rich.

!I can see that you are definitely a rich man, give me your wallet!"

"Well, I don't have a problem with you robbing me. After all, I just bought everyone a round of drinks at the bar, but I want to know, why did you come to this conclusion?"

Not only did the little man not panic, he was even polite, and he started chatting with the long-haired man in a natural manner: "You see, those who wear designer suits and fine leather shoes are not necessarily rich people. I may have rented the clothes, or

Maybe it's stolen clothes, or maybe I'm an actor. These are things from the set."

"If that's the case, then you're not going to get much money for robbing me, right? And you're probably going to go to jail for robbing me afterward, unless you kill me now, and look - let me give you a few dollars.

A reason.”

The little man smiled, raised his right hand, revealing the gold watch on his wrist: "It's three o'clock in the morning, did you see? There is no one on the street, the people in the bar are very drunk. No one noticed that you and I left,

There are no homeless people in this alley. You can kill me here, take all the money I have, and throw my body in the trash."

He whispered, like a devil's whisper: "No one will notice. Come on, Adam Tibbers."

The long-haired man's expression had become dull, and he didn't think there was anything wrong with the little man calling his name. His thoughts were temporarily stopped, like an electric fan with the stop button pressed. His brain

The fan stopped spinning, there was no wind output, there was only a sluggish sound of the electric fan stopping spinning.

Then, his arms began to move.

Adam Tibbs stabbed the rusty yellow knife into the little man's neck as if he was sleepwalking. Strangely, no blood flowed out. It was like cutting a cake with a knife, it was smooth, but it overflowed.

Something that definitely does not include blood.

The little man smiled with satisfaction, like a victorious general. His expression changed at that moment, becoming extremely satisfied, as satisfied as a cannibal who finally caught a fresh human.

"That's great, Adam Tibbs."

He smiled and pulled out the bullet knife from his neck, jumped up, and pinned Adam Tibbers under him - the bullet knife penetrated the flesh, pulled out, penetrated, and pulled out. Blood spattered on the wall of the alley.

A strange oil painting was formed on the bricks. The little man had a calm smile on his face, like a painter who was creating.

Half an hour later, his creation was completed.

Breathing heavily, he stood up. As if nothing had happened, he straightened out his suit that had become wrinkled due to strenuous exercise. He threw down the elastic knife in his hand and walked towards Adam Tibbs, who was riddled with holes.

In front of him, he slowly squatted down.

He said softly: "Look, Adam. I didn't want to do this, and I had no reason to do it. But, you hurt me first, so I hurt you too, is it fair?"

With hundreds of puncture wounds on his body, Adam Tibbs, who should have been dead long ago, opened his eyes wide and stared blankly at the night sky. His broken eyeballs trembled, and a ball of fluid mixed with tears, blood and corneas flowed out.

"Don't worry, Adam. You have no intention of killing me. You just want to show me some color. I can see that. So you won't die. I will take the concept of death away from you. You

You'll lie here, suffering excruciating pain, until some stray dog ​​out for food finds you."

"Of course, there may be more than one. At that time, you will experience a feeling that humans have never had before. You will squirm in the stomach bags of one or several stray dogs, and eventually be excreted as feces and urine. You will meet

You will see great things that you humans have never seen before, and you will see the true meaning of the world. At that time, you will know why I did this to you."

"By then, you will understand me."

The little man shrugged and patted the blood on his shoulder: "Of course - maybe not. Who knows? Anyway, I hope you have a good night. Then, if you don't mind, I'm going to find the next room

The bar is busy."

He left with a smile, leaving Adam Tibbs there like a piece of trash. There was no regret in his heart, only a certain sense of joy after the work was completed. An unprecedented sense of satisfaction overflowed in his heart, making him impatient.

Want to find the next one.

"I'm such a great artist," he muttered.

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"The man suffered cruel punishment, but he still didn't die. His vitality is surprisingly tenacious!"

He Shenyan was sitting outside a coffee shop reading this newspaper. The sandwich in his hand was still radiating heat. The milk in his hand was placed on the table. Bird smoke rose from it, swirled, and turned into indescribable smoke above his head.

The visible particles disappear.

The Master read the report carefully and carefully without missing a word.

"Early yesterday morning, a local woman (name withheld upon request) suffered a horrific accident while out walking her dog."

"She found a man covered in blood in the alley opposite the Biggie Bar at the intersection of East Street and Third Avenue. He was covered in cuts and bruises. Someone stabbed him with hundreds of wounds with a bullet knife.

Horrible wounds. The unfortunate lady almost fainted on the spot, but she still called 911 and the officers arrived."

"According to the interview, Officer Randall of the police station stated that the man's life was not in danger - yes, he had hundreds of bleeding puncture wounds all over his body, including various vital organs, but his life was not in danger.

.Officer Randall has the same confusion as us, so he is willing to answer this question for us."

"Officer Randall said that he had communicated with Dr. John Carlin of St. Bellucci Hospital, and Dr. John said that this was definitely a miracle in human history. The murdered man's name was Adam Tibbs. Local person, Thirty-four

Years old, alone, without a job. This idle man might change the course of human history!"

"The reason is very simple. He was fatally injured. Ordinary people could die hundreds of times, but he just didn't die!"

He Shenyan slowly put down the newspaper, took a sip of his own milk, and took a bite of the sandwich. The taste of the mixed lettuce and eggs made him very unhappy. The mage frowned and simply threw the sandwich to a stray dog ​​that came over.

.

The dog purred with joy, but did not eat immediately. Instead, he tipped his head to feed him, and then he pounced on the sandwich and started to feast on it.

The mage caressed its head absently, picked up the milk and drank it in one gulp, then disappeared. Only the stray dog ​​noticed his departure, and the few banknotes floating in the wind on the table were left by him.

the last traces of.

He appeared at the door of the hospital.

St. Bellucci Hospital is not big, but it has everything - all medical things. This means that they do not have a super large parking lot, so today, the entrance to the hospital is full of black limousines.

They are bulletproof, and there are people on each vehicle. The entrance to the hospital is also strictly protected.

He Shenyan even saw men in black suits patrolling in groups of twos and threes.

Interesting, so what the newspaper said is true. There is indeed a guy in this hospital who was stabbed hundreds of times and is still alive.

The Master knows very well how the U.S. government works. He doesn’t know the subdivided job titles, and he doesn’t know why the DMV makes everyone unhappy. But he knows that the U.S. government is a bunch of bastards who have no profit and can’t afford to be early.

.

Now, the actions of this group of people clearly told him something.

He disappeared in front of the hospital and came to a certain special care unit. This floor was even cleared, and there were five guards with live ammunition in the room to protect Adam Tibbs, who was still alive.

There was a corridor full of people standing outside the house. At the end of the corridor, there was a conference room where many doctors who had been urgently transferred and had long-established reputations for their superb medical skills were meeting. They were studying why this kind of thing happened in

On Adam Tibbs.

However, their research was destined to be fruitless.

He Shenyan walked past the guards as if he didn't exist and came to the window of the ward. Adam Tibbs happened to see him. There was nothing in his broken eyeballs but a plea for death. He Shenyan

Shen Yan looked at him with pity, his spiritual power tentacles swept past him, and he soon discovered why he was not dead.

——Why else?

He almost sighed.

Very few people can be treated like this. Hundreds of knives have been stabbed into their bodies, all their vitals have been pierced, and the blood has even drained away, but they just can't die. The wounds are throbbing every minute and every second, and he can't feel the pain.

I'm afraid his nerves will start to burn, and he will die soon. He will not feel pain, and he will start to go crazy.

By that time, he even wishes he could still feel something. By that time, he will become a madman in a spiritual sense.

He Shenyan opened the door and walked in. The guards in the room consciously walked out of the room. Their faces were serious, as if they didn't feel there was anything wrong with what they were doing, and they even closed the door thoughtfully.

"Can you hear me, Adam Tibbs?" he asked.

Adam didn't answer - of course he couldn't answer, his whole throat was stabbed, like a piece of cake that had been trampled, disgusting and pitiful.

But He Shenyan knew that he could hear. The guy who caused all this deliberately did not cause any problems to Adam's ears. So he started to talk.

"You used to be a drug addict and a robber who was imprisoned three times. But you still have some humanity in your heart. You just asked for money every time and never thought of hurting anyone. Your family is unfortunate, so you become like this——

But, there are many people in the world who have the same experience as you, and they have not taken the same path as you."

"So I don't sympathize with you."

"But, you don't deserve this."

He Shenyan said to him seriously: "You may be a scumbag, but your crime is not worthy of death, let alone a harsh punishment that is worse than death."

He raised his hand and covered Adam Tibbs' eyelidless eyeball so that he could close his eyes. Adam Tibbs heard him say: "I will find the bastard, and you - I

I will give you the death you deserve, Adam."

Adam wanted to say something, but he couldn't say anything. A few strands of blood gushed out from his broken throat and splashed on the white sheets, like some kind of answer.

He Shenyan retracted his hand, and Adam's broken eyeballs dimmed. His breathing gradually slowed down and stopped completely after a certain point. Adam Tibbs, covered in bruises, lay there like a rag doll. He should

Death has come.

The instrument beside his bed made a monotonous "beep" sound. There was silence at the other end of the corridor for a few seconds, and then suddenly there was the sound of complicated footsteps, rushing towards him.

"RIP Adam Tibbs."

He Shenyan said the last words seriously and left here.

"I will find him."