Marvel's Magneto is a good guy

The bar is very small, with a slightly dilapidated door and a dim and fuzzy window, which is the whole outside.It seems to be built in chaos and illusion, surrounded by unreal fog, only a dim light on the porch, illuminating a small piece of pure land.

Eric probed around vigilantly, but found nothing. He hesitated for a while, and stretched out his hand to gently push open the small door.

"Ding Ding" The small bell hanging high inside the door is touched and makes a crisp sound, reminding the guests of their arrival.

Eric stepped into the bar cautiously and looked around.

The bar is indeed small, but it is well furnished.On the left is a three-to-four-meter bar counter, which occupies a quarter of the bar, and the young bartender is concentrating on making cocktails.

On the right is a semi-circular stage. An old man with a beard lazily plays the saxophone. The unknown tune sounds quite nostalgic.

In addition, there are only four small tables left, two are against the wall, with a sofa, and the other two are placed in the middle, with four chairs neatly placed, and a maid in a maid outfit is carrying Wipe the seat to Eric.

Eric, who seemed to be nothing special, muttered and looked at the only two customers in the small bar.

One is a student in a small suit who looks only about ten years old. He is lying on a table in the far corner, looking at the paper in front of him and meditating. It looks like he is doing homework. There is a glass of juice on the table. Shining with a crystal clear luster, it looks very delicious.

Another customer, a middle-aged man, was wearing old denim clothes covered with dust, and his messy hair was also full of mud and sand from nowhere, just like a migrant worker who just got off work, leaning against another He closed his eyes on a sofa and rested his mind, the wine glass in his hand was tilted, and the amber liquid was about to spill out.

Eric stood for a long time and found that no one paid attention to him. He touched his nose speechlessly. Is my sense of existence so low?

After looking around, Eric walked towards the elementary school students. He wanted to understand the situation here, and children should be the best ones to lie to.

Approaching the wine table, Eric poked his head to look at the little guy's "homework". In his mind, it was nothing more than addition and subtraction within ten. If he explained it casually, it would definitely be very easy to bring the two closer together.

but

What the hell is he talking about?

Eric only looked at a few lines and was stunned.

He knew every word and symbol on this piece of paper, but why did he not recognize them when they were put together?

He looked down again in disbelief, and finally found something he could understand.

Boltzmann's formula, Dirac's equation, Maxwell's equations, mass-energy equation

Just a few lines of numbers have covered various subjects such as quantum mechanics, mass-energy conversion, electromagnetism, microscopic particles, etc.

Moreover, looking at the calculation formulas on the little guy's paper, it seems that these are just auxiliary formulas of little use. Eric can't understand a word of what he is really calculating.

Are today's primary school students so defiant? Is this little guy the reincarnation of Einstein, or is Hawking rejuvenated?

No, if the things on his manuscript paper are genuine, maybe these two combined are not as smart as him.

Eric fell into extreme self-doubt. He thought he had a high IQ, but now

who am i where am i going to do

The child slowly woke up from his own world, and found that someone was "peeping". His big eyes were flickering, and he looked at Eric with a trace of bewilderment, and they collided with Eric's eyes, and his eyes were big and small.

"Eric" the child suddenly shouted in panic, "How could you possibly find this place?"

Eric was confused:

The child's scream attracted everyone's attention. The first one to wake up was the middle-aged migrant worker next to him. He was so frightened that his hands shook, half a glass of wine spilled on his pants, and he frowned in distress, and then He looked up at Eric. After looking up and down for a long time, he stood up and said with a solemn expression, "It's really you."

Eric continued to be confused: "What is me?"

"I brought him here." The maid on the side finally finished wiping the tables and chairs, and turned around, seeing Eric's eyes straight.

Death

The death of maid costume

God, am I sleepwalking, or is Death sleepwalking?

"Don't be nervous, come and sit." Death pulled out a chair, gestured for Eric to sit down, and waved his hand to greet the bearded old man, "Blow me up."

God raised his eyes and glanced at Death, lowered his eyes, pretended not to see it, and continued to play his nostalgic and sad tune.

Death curled his lips, "I really don't give face."

Dare to ignore death, this is a big boss. Eric tentatively asked: "Who is"

"The previous life court." Death waved his hand indifferently, but Eric was startled.

Good guy, this is a real boss

The current life court should be Adam, and the previous one was the first court from the birth of the multiverse to before Adam took office.

Eric stood up in a hurry, intending to go over and say hello to the boss, but Death stopped him, "Ignore him, he just plays crappy tunes all day long and does nothing."

Eric swallowed, with a questioning look in his eyes.

After thinking for a moment, Death said, "He gave up everything on his own initiative, and now he is just an ordinary person waiting to die."

This news blasted into Eric's ears like a thunderbolt, it was too frightening.

The former Life Tribunal actually gave up everything and became an ordinary person

Wait, if he gives up everything, who is Adam, the life court he met before, or is he a tool as he guessed?

Eric looked at Death again, but Death didn't intend to get entangled in the issue of the Life Tribunal, so he snapped his fingers, "Two glasses of beer."

Eric was speechless. Judging from his appearance, serving drinks is your job, right? Why did you sit down and order drinks so arrogantly?

The little guy and the middle-aged migrant worker were not surprised by the death's behavior. Obviously, this is not the first time He has turned against the Lord and turned himself into a guest. Instead, the two people, one big and one small, are very interested in Eric. They observe and communicate with each other in a low voice. Seeing something, Eric set up his ears to listen carefully, but he couldn't hear anything, so he had to give up.

"Those two are"

Death glanced at the two of them, obviously hesitant, and glanced at the bartender without any trace, but the bartender ignored him and was still concentrating on mixing drinks.He was not sure what the other party meant, hesitated, and shook his head, "Next time, next time you come again, I will introduce you to each other."

Eric looked at everything and glanced at the bartender. It seems that this is the real boss, who is even afraid of death.

"Okay, then why did you bring me here?" Eric stopped obsessing over the identities of these people and stared at death.

Death smiled sweetly, and took out a small wine bottle from his pocket. The golden light inside was so beautiful.

"My dear, your golden finger has arrived, please accept it."