marvel summoner

Chapter 52 Oskar Schindler [Gagan as the first hall master: "Isn't it like a mother to forgive you"]

时间：1993年1月7日15点47分；
Location: Marvel Earth, America, the capital Washington DC;

Character: Tiwan Chen who has just traveled for 3 days;
As one of the lucky time traveler army, Tiwan didn't get any benefits because of the "comers".

At this time, he was staring at a garbage dump surrounded by three or two stray dogs with hungry and disgusted eyes, struggling fiercely.

Brain: can't eat!This is the 20th century Marvel universe without garbage sorting, maybe there are more "exciting" things mixed in!

Body: You have been hungry for 3 days, and you can consider the next time travel if you don’t eat.

Mouth: Saliva has been secreted and can assist swallowing at any time.

Stomach: Stomach acid is primed and ready to break down food.

Summary: If you don’t care about sorting the garbage, you can just eat it!
reached the final conclusion,

Tiwan could no longer bear the persecution of hunger, and carefully walked around the stray dogs who might be protecting the food with his frivolous steps, and pulled out a large piece of black bread that he had been eyeing for a long time from the other corner of the garbage dump.

In his previous life, Diwan didn't even look at the "food" at all, but now he was devouring it, as if he was afraid that stray dogs would snatch it away if he ate it late.

——In fact, the stray dogs were also very afraid of him as a "human", and fled to the depths of the alley with the "food" in their mouths.

This made Tiwan's eyes light up.
Get up and go to the place where the stray dogs used to gather, and search for more "food" to fill up the empty stomach.

eating and eating,

Tiwan couldn't help retching, and the "food" that had been forced down with great difficulty was spit out again.

These discarded "foods" have their own problems, and they are soaked in the messy smell of garbage dumps, which challenge the limits of ordinary people's taste buds.

Tiwan couldn't help but shed sad tears while vomiting.

Why!

He didn't object to time travel, anyway, there wasn't much to cherish in the previous life.

But why flesh wear instead of soul wear?
There are no birth records, no identification, not even any trace of being in this world.

He is a proper "stateless black household", let alone in the United States, even other countries will not take him in.

Worse yet,

Due to unknown reasons, his body has shrunk from a 27-year-old Chinese-American to a 10-year-old little Zhengtai.

Black households, stateless, and no labor force, this is why Tiwan was so hungry that he wanted to compete with stray dogs for food.

It was simply the worst time traveler.

After vomiting everything he had just eaten into his stomach, Tiwan retched for a while and had to brace his weak body to continue searching for "food" in the trash.

Unfortunately,

This time he searched for a long time, but he couldn't find any "food".

can not help but,
Tiwan cast his eyes on the pile of vomit that had just "in and out" from his mouth on the ground. What made him desperate was that he didn't feel too much nausea, and even couldn't help swallowing
Just when Tiwan was driven by hunger and couldn't help but take a step forward,
Suddenly he felt a tightness in the back of his neck, and then a middle-aged white male face appeared in front of him, which didn't look like a good person.

He actually picked Tiwan up with one hand!
It can be seen how thin and small Tiwan is now.

The indifferent eyes of the middle-aged white man swept Tiwan's dirty face, and he raised his eyebrows unexpectedly.

"Not bad." The corner of the middle-aged white man's mouth curled slightly: "It looks pretty good, and it should be able to sell for a good price."

said,

The middle-aged white man swung Tiwan on his shoulders, carried him outside, and comforted him skillfully: "Hey, Uncle will take you to eat delicious food. How about a hot dog?"

Hearing the word "hot dog", Tiwan finally shook off the paralyzed "indescribable thing" from his mind, and couldn't help swallowing hard.
wrong!

He doesn't know this middle-aged white man at all, and the phrase "sold at a good price" just now seems to have revealed his purpose.
Traffickers!
I believe you ghost, you middle-aged uncle is so bad that you want to betray me!

Tiwan was so angry that he was about to resist, but after comparing the fighting power of the two sides, he could only respond with a faint "hmm".

This indifferent reaction made the middle-aged white man pause, and then continued to stride forward.

Regardless of whether the child has any problems, even if he is a fool, as long as he doesn't make trouble, it's none of his business after the money is settled.

That is, if it is a fool, I am afraid that the price will be lower.
Did Tiwan really give up struggling?
No, he was looking for an opportunity.

Although he was very flustered in his heart, his small eyes kept glancing around.

There was only one chance to call for help, and he had to force himself to calm down in order to speak out at the most critical moment.

But it is obviously not the first time for a middle-aged white man to do this. He walks through small alleys along the way. Even if he occasionally enters the block, it is a place where there are few people, let alone patrolling police.

Seeing that with the passage of time, the possibility of being rescued became less and less, Tiwan became more and more flustered.

Why don't you just call for help?
In case there is a superhero with a sense of justice.
Let me think, what kind of superheroes did Marvel have in the 20th century?
Not at all!
Where are you going to be sold?Will he be trained to be a duck with his own potential?
But I am too young to even develop, and it will take several years to be a duck, and I can't do much physical work, but I can use it as an experiment and I can go to work directly.
While thinking wildly in his mind, a voice woke him up who was getting more and more desperate.

"Hey buddy, do you want to buy some clothes? These are all taken directly from the factory, to ensure that no one wears them, how about you deal with them cheaply?"

Tiwan looked around and saw coats being hung up fluttering in the wind.

Combined with the sound just now, it is not difficult to guess that this is a stall owner hawking
and many more!

Tiwan suddenly realized that this might be an opportunity, and immediately reached out and grabbed the corner of the coat beside him, tightly holding on to this lifeline.

slam-la-

Fortunately, the rack on which the coat was hung was not strong, and after being grabbed by Tiwan, the middle-aged white man pulled it unabated, and a large piece fell down immediately.

What can the stall owner do now?
"Stop you *&%￥#!" The stall owner came out with a series of greetings: "These clothes are all dirty by you, you have to buy them!"

Tiwan looked up at the fragrant master, and it turned out that he was a black man. The greeting that was proficient in rap just now couldn't come without racial talent.

Looking at the black's bare arms and colorful neck, it doesn't look like the master who calms down.

It's over.

The sudden mutation forced the middle-aged white man to stop, and Tiwan felt even more joyful.

Correct!
That's it!

Then the two of you should start bickering, preferably over a disagreement.

At that time, you can't carry people to fight, right?

Definitely put him down.

When the time comes when both feet land on the ground, can Tiwan obediently watch the two decide the winner?

Of course, it is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge for ten years, so hurry up and slip away with oil on your feet.

After Meimei planned everything, Tiwan began to accumulate his little physical strength and waited with the energy to run the [-]-meter race.

but,

This middle-aged white man just didn't play his cards according to the routine. He glanced at the clothes lying on the floor, and didn't argue with the black stall owner.

"How much is the cleaning fee?"

Tiwan's eyes widened, full of disbelief and despair.

Looking at such a big person, why are you so afraid of things?

"Hey, these are all from big manufacturers, I have to do the math." The black stall owner poked his nose up and said, "Do you understand famous brands? The cost is not low. And you should at least buy a few, you can do it yourself wear it."

Tiwan was delighted by the progress of the black stall owner, that's right!The fierce lion opened his mouth wide!
But the next sentence of the middle-aged white man made Ti Wan feel ashamed: "Are you sure these are valuable? I don't know how much the name of our boss Jack is worth?"

Who is "Boss Jack" Tim Wan doesn't know,

But the black stall owner stopped his drums and banners in an instant, and said weakly: "Since he is a friend of Boss Jack, then forget it this time, and walk carefully next time."

How can you be cowardly?Are you worthy of your big flower arm?Are you worthy of your black talent?Are you right with my plan?
Say hello to your mother for me!
Seeing that the matter was really resolved in such a "happy" way, Ti Wan felt extremely hopeless, the script was not written like this by the director!
There is no other way, at this time, we can only put all our eggs in one basket!

Ti Wanyao gritted his teeth and shouted with all his strength: "Help! Help! Someone kidnapped a child! My father is rich! Whoever saves me, I will give him one hundred thousand dollars! Help!"

Before Tiwando could yell out, the blow to his back made him almost pass out from the pain.

This middle-aged white man is really merciless!
The severe pain made Di Wan almost cut off contact with the outside world, and could only hear a few fragments of words.

".how is this"

".It's not for you to get out!"

"MPDC!. The Man Ahead"

"Fack! You Jack"

finally,
In the intermittent vocabulary, Tiwan Chen finally couldn't bear it, and passed out with a trace of despair.

···
The stuffy, noisy, rancid smell has a hint of pungent smoke.

But in the end, it was the familiar yet unfamiliar scent that awakened Tiwan—instant noodles!
The hunger in the past two days caused Tiwan to open his heavy eyelids instantly. When he was about to sit up and look for the source of the fragrance, his neck suddenly made a "click".

"Hiss - pain, pain, pain!"

Tiwan clutched the back of his neck and lay back down again, grinning his teeth and kept sucking in the cold air and screaming for pain.

The memories before coma flooded into his mind like a tide, and the fresh despair made him even temporarily forget the severe pain in his neck.

Is this the end of his Marvel tour?
Without giving Tiwan any more time to observe, a voice full of concern sounded.

"You're awake." An Asian man in a police uniform came into view and asked with concern on his face, "Does your neck hurt? That bastard hit really hard, but fortunately there is no problem with his bones."

Tiwan still hadn't reacted a little, so he endured the pain and sat up and looked around, only to find that he was in the police station.

Are you saved?
Since he was at the police station, he should have been fine after all!
He is so black that he can't be black now, and he is throwing himself into the police station when he comes into the police station. Who knows how he will be dealt with?
Sent back home?
Where is his country?
Even two days ago, there was no evidence at all to prove his existence!
As for Goldfinger or something?
what is that?Can I eat it?
It doesn't exist at all!

Just when Tiwan was flustered by the issue of identity, he suddenly felt the top of his head covered by gentle palms, and the back of his neck was also icy cold, barely covering the pain.

Tilting his head up slightly,

It was the Asian policeman who spoke just now, touching his head with his left hand, and stretching his right hand to the back of his neck, probably holding something like an ice pack.

"Don't be nervous, it's all right." The Asian policeman's voice was very soft: "We arrived in time, you didn't suffer any more injuries, we will help you, get hungry, come and eat something."

talking room,
The Asian policeman pulled out his left hand and fished out a stainless steel prototype lunch box behind him, and put it on the chair hooked by his calf. During the process, his right hand kept holding the ice pack and did not move.

"Gollum!"

His eyes stared straight at the instant noodles in the stainless steel round lunch box. He secreted a lot of saliva due to the tantalizing aroma, and his stomach, which had not eaten for two days, immediately let out a "cuckling" sound.

Tiwan didn't care about whether it was hot or not. After trying to pick up the lunch box and failed, he bent down enduring the pain and stuffed it into his mouth with a fork.

The scene is light enough to gobble it up.

"Schindler, you shouldn't care about this homeless brat." A voice full of dissatisfaction suddenly came: "That man is one of Jack's subordinates. This time you ruined his good business, and there will definitely be trouble later."

"It's okay, Hoffman, at most it's just a few warnings." The Asian policeman in front of Tiwan, that is, Schindler, responded quickly: "It's very late, you should get off work quickly, and you will be on duty tomorrow morning."

"Really," Hoffman muttered dissatisfiedly: "Schindler, you can't help everyone, just take care of yourself!"

"I know, I know, let's take it as an example."

"Hey, you always say that."

"This is the last time, I promise."

"That's what you said last time!"

"Huh? Then this is the last time."

"You and I shouldn't care about you! It's time to remind me. If you have any trouble, you can implicate me. Also, I don't want to see that homeless kid tomorrow."

In a brief conversation between the two,
Tiwan poured a lunch box of instant noodles and soup into his stomach. When he raised his head, he could only see Hoffman's back. Judging from the skin color of his arms, he was a black man.

"Don't pay attention to what he said, it's just a small matter." Schindler spoke again to appease him: "Little guy, do you know how to get to your house?"

Tiwan: "."

Tiwan didn't know what to say other than to keep silent.

You can't admit that you are a gangster, can you?
As for asking for help, the police have done their best to help them get out of the trap and offend the gangsters. No matter how many people are their parents, they have no responsibility, let alone obligations.

In Tiwan's silence, Schindler also made up a lot of things in his own brain, and sighed slightly.

"Another one." Schindler stroked Tiwan's greasy hair and said softly: "I can try to contact a children's welfare home for you, but you have to tell me some information about you, such as name, birth, etc. If you don’t have information, no one will accept you.”

Tiwan remained silent, not even daring to look up at Schindler.

So why is he wearing meat, bastard!
How great it would be if it were soul wear!Even if it is crossing to the opposite sex.
Schindler was a little helpless with Tiwan's "uncooperative" attitude, but he patiently tried to persuade him again.

"Don't you know the birth information? Then what do you know, tell me as much as you can, don't worry, I won't hurt you, I'm MPDC!"

MPDC, the abbreviation of Washington DC Police Department.

Tiwan: "."

Apart from being silent, Tiwan didn't seem to know how to respond at all.

This time Schindler didn't speak again, but remained silent.

After a few minutes,

Just when Tiwan thought he was going to be abandoned,
Schindler patted Tiwan on the shoulder and said, "After going through that situation, it's normal to be vigilant. I'll take you home and take a shower first. You can think about it at night, and we'll talk about the rest tomorrow."

This time Tiwan gave a soft "um" and then added "Tiwan Chen, this is my name."

"Chen? Do you have Chinese ancestry?" Schindler was a little surprised: "It turned out to be from the same hometown, and my mother is also of Chinese descent. Let's go, she will definitely welcome you very much, and it may not be possible to get scolded less this time."

Schindler said the following words very softly, but they were still heard by the sharp-eared Tiwan.

this time?Less scolding?

Combined with the previous conversation with the black policeman, it seems that Schindler often "brings people" home.

Really. Really a good person!

Schindler's home is very close to returning to the police station,

It took less than 10 minutes for Schindler to walk there with Tiwan in his arms. There were also Schindler's white father and Chinese mother at home.

Schindler's father didn't welcome Tiwan's arrival, but he didn't say much.

But Schindler's mother,
After learning of Tiwan's Chinese identity, the already gentle smile became more kind, and after busy work, Tiwan was able to sleep with a soft blanket after washing.

Although he just slept on the sofa in the living room, it was enough for Tiwan, who had been frightened for the past two days.

This night,
Tiwan finally had time to think a lot, and for the first time after coming to this world, he slept soundly.

A night without dreams.

When Tiwan woke up the next day, Schindler's parents and Schindler had already gone to work.

He moved his nose, followed the scent and looked at the table not far away. There was a sandwich breakfast on it, and a note under the plate.

Tiwan didn't bother to brush his teeth, and read the note while eating a sandwich.

"Tiwan, I'm on patrol this morning, and I hope to see you again when I return at noon—Oscar Schindler."

Just let the strange child stay in his house so reassuringly?

Looking up at the empty living room, Tiwan blinked hard, trying to squeeze out the sand that had just flown in.

"It's so easy to trust others, it's really... still a good person! But I'm sorry, I still can't tell the truth."

"Please forgive my lies, after all... I'm just a child!"

"At least physically."

···
Schindler came back at noon as promised, and brought a hamburger.

Tiwan swallowed, but he was the first to get straight to the point: "I remembered that I have a relative in Washington DC. His name is Nicholas Joseph Fury. He is an agent of the Homeland Strategic Defense Offensive and Logistics Support Agency."

Schindler blinked in confusion: ".Sorry it's been too long and I didn't catch it. What are you talking about?"

(The plot on the timeline is linked to Episode 1, which has been published in the work related)
···
time back to the present,

Fury: "Only half an hour ago, Oskar Schindler died and someone planted a bomb in his car."

Tiwan's pupils shrank when he heard this, and his mind was a little dazed.

He originally planned to pay a visit in the next few days, but it turned out that Schindler died?
"Crack!"

Tiwan, who lost control of his emotions, failed to control his thoughts, and the ballpoint pen in his hand was crushed directly. The tidal wave of thoughts burst out with his mental power, and pushed the tables, chairs, documents, and cups around him violently. away from his direction.

The weird thing is,
Fury was standing not far from Tiwan. Although the black windbreaker was washed into a right angle by the force of thought, Fury himself stood there motionless.

A large amount of sundries rained down on the tempered glass of the floor-to-ceiling windows, criss-crossing cracks grew like spider webs, and finally reached a certain critical point.
"Whoa, whoa-"

After all, the tempered glass still couldn't resist Tiwan's furious emotions, and it shattered one after another, and all kinds of sundries accumulated on it were tilted out of the window.

At the same time as the day,

The door was thrown open, and Sitwell rushed in, holding a small pistol.

But before he could see the situation clearly, the small pistol in his hand flew out, hanging in the air in front of him and pointing it at him.

Even more bizarrely,

Groups of yellow sand materialized around him, condensed into several armed soldiers, and stopped an "employee" who rushed in from behind.

"Bang bang bang!"

That "employee" did not hesitate to shoot directly, which is definitely not the reaction that ordinary people should have.

"Get out!" It was Fury who yelled: "Get out! Don't come in without my order!"

Sitwell and later "employees" were a little hesitant, and the room didn't look safe at all
Seeing this, Fury's face darkened, and he growled in a low voice: "I order you, get out!"

Later people did not know Fury's identity, but Sitwell did.

He simply turned around and left, dragging away other "employees" who came one after another.

Fury didn't pay attention to them, but glanced at the sand soldiers and pistols that remained as they were, with a little guilt on his face.

He understood the position of Oskar Schindler in Tiwan's heart, and he also understood the impact of this news on him.

"I'm just asking for this one thing." Tiwan's voice trembled violently, and he was trying to restrain some kind of impulse: "I'm just asking you to take care of this person, and I'm just asking you for this one thing. Now, tell me I he died?"

".I'm very sorry."

Although there was a subordinate agent's dereliction of duty, at this moment, he couldn't explain it, and he couldn't do anything except apologize.

Tiwan didn't speak again, his eyes were bloodshot and he looked forward without focus, and he couldn't turn around for a long time.

Fury just stood there silently, wasting precious time seemingly bored.

After ten minutes,
Tiwan's slack gaze focused, looked directly at Fury and said word by word: "Tell me, the list of all the people involved in this time!"

(End of this chapter)