Djinn starting from Marvel

After roughly understanding the current situation, Frank walked to the counter and placed the booklet on the counter.

"Just call me Mr. X. Now I believe we are not bad people, but caution is never superfluous here." Mr.

"X? Unknown?" Frank asked after reaching out and holding it.

"No, it's just a simple code name, I picked it randomly." Mr. X continued, "How is the situation outside now?"

"Well... not bad." Frank prevaricated vaguely.

"It's good that it's not bad. At least World War III didn't happen." Mr. Just watch it.”

Frank's results form already has a dozen people's names on it.

"You only need to write your name, gender, age, arrival time and estimated departure time. Of course, you can write more if you like. You can write whatever you want in the introduction column at the back. Please remind me that this is public information to everyone." Mr. continued.

Frank picked up the pen on the table and simply wrote down some basic information according to the form.

"How about room 213? You don't have any special taboos about numbers, right?" Mr. X asked after picking up a key.

"No, anything is fine." Frank didn't care about special numbers like 666, 13, and 4 at all.

"Okay, my friend will take you to the room later. We provide free food, almond water, and some simple clothes and blankets. If it's not enough, you can ask us for more, but try not to waste it." Mr. a feeling of.

"No need to pay?" Frank asked curiously, and at the same time wanted to understand what the economic system of this back room was like.

"No need, to be honest, money is of no use here, because most of the time, after leaving a level, it is difficult for us to guarantee that we can come back, so in most cases, it is barter." Mr. He explained, "As for these supplies, they are all opened from the boxes on the first level. In the first few levels, everyone has sufficient supplies."

"Open the box?"

"It's a wooden box that looks like a gift bag. It will refresh and disappear randomly. You can find a lot of messy things in it. Although the randomness is too high, there are indeed a lot of them, and you will have the opportunity to encounter them in the future. ." Mr. X said with his hands making a gesture like a small wooden box.

After chatting, Frank, led by Mr. A, went to the room on the second floor to rest.

This level is very special. The entire level is this huge hotel. It is not yet known how high it is, nor how many rooms it has. The homeless people living in it are mainly concentrated in the lower four floors.

At the same time, there are about a dozen researchers on the first level, M.E.G headquarters and research institute, which is already a very large research team in the back room.

"The saint's relics have an abnormal reaction!" A man hurried to Dr. Mr. Newspaper Deliverer and said.

"Which relic?" Dr. the newspaper carrier immediately put down the work at hand and asked.

"Relic No. 003, the Marauder's Map." The man replied.

This news made the messenger's expression even worse. The M.E.G organization has many relics. It is with the help of these relics that M.E.G slowly developed into the largest group in the back room, and the Marauder's Map is a very important one among them. pieces.

The Marauder's Map is generally placed in the mapping department. They are the department that copies and draws maps at various levels. The Marauder's Map can scan and reflect the map of a certain nearby area in real time at most levels, and at the same time, it will mark relatively dangerous areas. area, which is very helpful for drawing maps.

Dr. The newspaper delivery man quickly rushed to the map drawing department. Now everyone in the department's headquarters gathered around a table, looking at the Marauder's Map slightly suspended in the air on the table, not daring to move at all.

When the newspaper delivery man arrived, the crowd made a way out.

"Observation recording, begin." The messenger stood in front of the Marauder's Map and immediately began to command.

Ada, an important member of the mapping department, stood behind the Marauder's Map, holding paper and pen in his hand just like the newspaper delivery man, with his eyes locked on the Marauder's Map.

"Start describing." The messenger muttered softly, "The front view material is a biological material similar to leather, with a multi-layered map like a stick figure on it. The current map shows that the level is the fifth level, and the total floor is shown as On the thirteenth floor, there is no danger warning or personnel signal, and the pattern mark similar to a lamp pot in the upper right corner is flashing yellow light."

"Start describing." Ada continued, "The material on the back is some kind of biological material similar to leather. There is no directly identifiable pattern. The slogan left by the saint is - I think we won, but we are still Gotta Survive, with the words Marauder's Map - imitation on the top of the back."

After a brief description, the two of them looked at the third person next to them at the same time. He was holding the previous observation records of the Marauder's Map. Through this comparison, we can find out whether there have been changes in the Marauder's Map, and we can also avoid some problems. Observations are blurred due to mental influences.

"The observation records are consistent with most of the observation results. Only the front map mark has changed. It is not a normal headquarters building map." The third person said.

The newspaper delivery person breathed a sigh of relief, but in this case, the problem should not be big, "When did the abnormality occur? What did you do before?"

"About ten minutes..." the third person said and stopped, pointing at the Marauder's Map in astonishment.

The messenger turned around and saw a strange light emitting from the Marauder's Map, and strange pictures flashed across the surface of the map.

"The slogan at the back has changed!" Ada shouted, "You finally came to me! My brother!"

With a snap, the map shrank into a ball and fell on the table.

"I solemnly swear that I will protect the glory of mankind! I will always maintain my humanity!" The newspaper delivery person stretched out his hand and declared loudly to the Marauder's Map. However, the Marauder's Map did not unfold again, "The word used does not work... "

"I think we should go to the fifth level and take a look. Something must have happened there." Ada said seriously.

"First notify the Cage Force and ask them to contact the fifth-level homeless organization. I remember that the Homely Hotel is permanently stationed there." The newspaper delivery person said cautiously.

The Cage Force is the communication and inspection department of M.E.G. Most levels in the back room are connected to the Internet, and can be connected to M.E.G's database through some simple methods. However, because the time is sometimes skewed, most of the time everyone is Contact via email.

On the fifth level, room 213, Frank had just washed the entire room with holy light to make sure there were no hidden monsters here.

"Johnson, which floor will you be on..." Frank leaned on the sofa, feeling a headache. He didn't know when to find the needle in the haystack.

After a while, there was a knock on the door. After Frank opened the door, he found Mr.

"What's wrong?" Frank asked.

"Mr. Frank, do you know m.e.g.?" Mr.

"No, never heard of it," Frank replied decisively.

"M.e.g just sent an urgent email, asking us to determine what happened on the fifth level. During this period, you were the only one who entered..." Mr.

"The Marauder's Map?!" Frank became excited. It was a small prop from Hogwarts. When he went to Hogwarts to find Johnson, the two of them had studied it. "I solemnly swear that I have evil intentions?! "

"No, it should be me solemnly swearing that I will protect the glory of mankind and maintain my humanity forever." Mr. X retorted.

"No matter what it is! Where is that thing?! Where is its maker?! Is he looking for me?!" Frank took a step forward and shouted to Mr.

"...Don't be so excited. I don't know much about it. I only know that it is a saint's relic of m.e.g. Their headquarters is on the first level. However, can you tell us something else? I can follow you. They reply, otherwise the headquarters will not let people in casually." Mr. X was startled by the excited Frank and took a step back.

"Relics..." A bad idea flashed through Frank's mind, but he immediately eliminated it. The news Wang got from Master Gu Yi was that Johnson was still alive, so there must be nothing wrong. It must be The wanderers here got something wrong!

"Let me introduce myself. I am a civilized citizen of the Earth and a member of the Djinn Self-Help Association. I am codenamed Holy Lance Ranger. I was entrusted by the Mage Hermitage to enter the back room for a preliminary exploration. At the same time, I was looking for my closest relatives and friends. He fell here."

As Frank spoke, a gorgeous holy light bloomed from his body and swept directly across the entire second floor. The entities stationed in various corners - death moths were reduced to ashes and shadows under this holy light. The whispers that had been whispering in the middle also disappeared.

Mr.

"Friend, I come from another world. Could you please take me to the first level?" Frank withdrew his strength and patted Mr. X on the shoulder.

The shock brought by this level of energy release should be enough to erase the little thoughts in any wanderer's heart. Frank is not worried about anyone's little actions, but he doesn't want to waste time because of that possible action, especially when he can When it comes to prevention directly.

"There is no stable passage directly from the fifth level to the first level. We may have to take a detour, but with the help of m.e.g., it may not take too long to get there." Mr. X quickly calmed down and survived in the back room for so long. , even if he mainly survives in a safe area, it also gives him a strong psychological quality.

"Then let's get moving. Where should we go first? How to contact M.E.G?" Frank continued to ask.

"You can send letters to their mailbox through wifi. They just gave me an emergency contact email. Someone should pay attention in real time." Mr. X took out his mobile phone from his pocket.

"Use this." Frank's fingers brushed the hanging ring, and a suitcase appeared in his hand. "Hold it with both hands."

Mr. X held the handle of the suitcase with both hands and looked up at Frank, "Like this?"

[Startup command detected, unauthorized personnel, please enter your password. 】

"Energy detection, Holy Lance Ranger." Frank waved his hand and input a trace of energy.

[The test has passed, you are welcome to use it, No. 43 Intelligent Brain is at your service, thank you for your support of Stark Industries. 】

During the intelligent voice, the suitcase changed rapidly, and the surging nanomachines spread towards Mr. The Stark-produced armor was worn on Mr.

"This is a Stark Industries product. You can give it commands directly using your voice." Frank reminded on the side that since Mr. There was a little surprise on the way to the first level.

Mr.

[Hello, sir, what help do you need? 】

"Can you connect to the m.e.gjclg wifi?" Mr. X continued.

[11 fuzzy wifi signals have been detected. Is it this one? 】

The wifi signals are arranged on the display screen of the armor, and the first wifi signal with the best match is highlighted.

"Yes, after connecting, open an email website..." Mr. X took out the website address word by word.

[Connected, the website has been logged in, the wifi signal is weak, do you want to strengthen the signal? 】

"right..."

As soon as Mr.

"How should I operate it? Or can I only use the virtual keyboard with my voice?" Mr. X found awkwardly that he didn't know how to use it at all.

[You can focus on the screen, select keyboard letters or draw directly. 】

After logging in to his account, Mr. X began to contact people from m.e.g.

Frank, who was next to him, silently put on a pair of sunglasses. On the inner layer of the sunglasses, all of Mr.

Frank has the highest authority over the armor worn by Mr.

Moreover, judging from the information in the email, Mr. A completely restless state.