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Dolores stopped, and said in surprise, "What?"

The young man turned around by himself in the wheelchair, looked up at her slightly, and the corners of his mouth still maintained a gentle arc: "I'm here for you."

After a brief moment of stupefaction, Dolores' face gradually froze. She took a step back in a panic, fumbling in her trouser pockets secretly, and said in a trembling voice, "What? I don't understand." Where did my phone go? ?

"Please don't be afraid, I will not hurt you or your cat." He introduced himself: "My name is Charles Xavier, and my students call me Professor X."

He raised his hand and pointed to Dolores' right jacket pocket: "There is your mobile phone, if you are looking for that."

Dolores touched subconsciously, and she found the mobile phone through the pocket of the denim jacket. This surprised her a lot. She jumped up and down like a deer, clinging to the wall of the corridor, as if looking for someone who could An opportunity to slip away.

Charles' blue eyes moved with her, locking on her with an obvious smile, which made her little calculation come to nothing.

"I don't know anything! I didn't do anything!" Dolores said incoherently, "You may have found the wrong person. My name is...Victoria, and it's not Dolores." After she blurted out, she Immediately regretting it, Charles seemed to be about to laugh out loud, and he deliberately asked, "Oh, you know I'm looking for Dolores Green? Then where is she? Victoria?"

At this moment, the corridor was empty, and Dolores was silently turning her mind wildly, should I yell?Or just run away?He is still in a wheelchair, can he catch up with me?

But he dared to come in a wheelchair, so maybe his accomplices were ambushing nearby.Dolores was startled, and her eyes rolled around to see if there was any red light falling on her body. If she yelled or ran wildly at this time, she might be shot in the head! !

In the silence, Charles suddenly smiled, even bent slightly, his eyes narrowed, but his laughter quickly subsided, and he licked his lips, his expression seemed to be a little helpless besides pleasure: " This is not a spy movie, girl, there is no sniper, and I have no accomplices, just me."

Dolores stared wide-eyed: "You, you, how do you know...."

At this time, through the door, Van Gogh's cry could be heard indistinctly. He scratched the door anxiously and meowed.

"Well, Van Gogh is worried about you, can you invite me in?"

His eyes were full of sincerity, and he asked her politely in an irresistible tone. Dolores touched the door and pressed her fingerprints in sleepwalking. The door opened: "Come in... please come in." Charles thanked her like a perfect guest She then pushed the wheelchair into the door by herself, facing Van Gogh at the entrance.Only then did she wake up like a dream, and her heart suddenly rose to her throat.

Charles's blue eyes met Van Gogh's cold dark green vertical pupils for a while, and then he said softly, "Your cat is so beautiful." Van Gogh meowed softly, turned around and walked into the living room.

Fortunately, I was still worried that Van Gogh would jump up and attack this strange intruder.Dolores let go of her hanging heart a little, but immediately felt that something was wrong. As the only fighting force in this room, Van Gogh had no reaction to Charles, and didn't he threaten him with a symbolic bright paw!

She ignorantly followed behind into the house, not forgetting to close the door behind her back.

Charles pushed the wheelchair to the living room, looked at the furnishings in the room, and finally landed on the floor-to-ceiling window: "They helped you restore it to perfection, and it can't be seen that it has been damaged."

Dolores took off her schoolbag and threw it next to Van Gogh on the sofa. He seemed not interested in their conversation, so he curled up and closed his eyes to rest.She was a little at a loss for this kind of scene, and she felt that her head was a little out of control: "Well... yes. Uh, do you want some tea? Black tea or green tea?" It's strange, this has entered the mode of entertaining ordinary guests Yet?Dolores was thinking dazedly as she walked towards the kitchen, but this guest of hers seemed to have a terrifying superpower of mind reading.

"Black tea, thank you." Charles turned his head and replied.

"Okay." Dolores put the kettle on the stove and turned on the fire, and threw the tea bag into the cup.

Charles seemed to deliberately leave some time for her to buffer, and he kept silent, waiting quietly in the living room.Until the kettle hummed sharply, Dolores finally sorted out her thoughts, lifted the kettle and poured scalding hot water into the cup.

Dolores came out of the kitchen with a cup in her hand. The black tea bags in the teacup began to smell of tea due to the hot water. She put the steaming cup in front of him, and she carefully walked around to the sofa and sat down. Putting your hands on your knees, you took a deep breath.

This is a posture for a long talk.

Charles looked at her with interest, as if waiting for her to speak.Dolores took a deep breath and started the first question: "So, Professor, I guess you're here for Van Gogh, aren't you?"

"Not entirely, I'm not here entirely for him."

Dolores looked at him suspiciously, and he said softly: "It may be very special about the mutation of animals, but I care more about why he suddenly mutated."

"But I don't know why."

Dolores asked again: "Can I ask you, are you from SHIELD or something?"

"I am the principal of Xavier School for Gifted Youngsters, that's all. But my students are special. In this society, they are all gifted minority, and the school provides them with a place to live."

"I think you're more familiar with what people call us—mutants."

Dolores' lips squirmed a few times in surprise: "So you are, you are a mutant?" She frowned inexplicably: "I don't understand..."

The corners of Charles' mouth deepened. He looked at her without moving his lips, but his voice was as clear as if it was next to her ear: "Yes, I'm a mutant."

Dolores was startled, and blinked her eyes helplessly: "But Van Gogh is just a cat!" She turned her head to look at Van Gogh who was nestling aside, and when he heard her words, he turned to her with contemptuous eyes. He rolled his eyes.

"I'm here for you." Charles said with a smile. "I can't put Van Gogh on the student roll and let him stay in the same classroom with my students." He was a little bit dumbfounded.

"You want me to go to your school?" Dolores blurted out, "I'm not a mutant... Wait, am I a mutant? When did it happen?" She began to question with a blank face. It was because she did not dare to deny this easily anyway.Is this what Steve meant by superpowers?

"But I didn't have any abnormalities, and I don't seem to have any special abilities... Did you make a mistake?" She asked carefully.

Charles lowered his eyes, as if he was thinking about something, and then he said slowly, "You are really special."

"I can see your light. You are neither an ordinary human nor an ordinary mutant."

In fact, when he felt Dolores that day, the feeling she gave him was very wonderful. At the moment when her power exploded, Dolores emitted a soft silver light like the moon, almost Similar to Charles' own power, but weaker and more peculiar, it seems to have the healing power to cleanse people's hearts and calm people down instantly.

But immediately, another stronger force similar to her appeared to block his exploration, completely cutting off Dolores' aura.

It wasn't necessarily mutant power, Charles thought, but he could sense it.

That's why he's here himself, he's curious about it, he wants to find out if Dolores is a mutant, is this another evolutionary direction of mutants or something else.

He leaned forward slightly, and asked, "Want to try it?" Dolores hesitated slightly, but curiosity and a little excitement in her heart prevailed.

Charles raised his hand, with his closed index and middle fingers touching his temples: "Look at me."

Dolores raised her eyes and looked at him nervously.Charles' soft voice overflowed from his lips: "Relax." She looked at him, staring into his blue eyes, as if feeling that she was sinking into an ocean, getting deeper and deeper.

Following Charles' voice, Dolores' brain relaxed. "Look at this teacup." She slowly shifted her gaze from the unfathomable ocean to the coffee table. The white porcelain teacup contained brown-red black tea that was getting darker. The tea bag floated on the water, rising A dense white mist was formed, and the moist mist dissipated in the air, and her eyelids gradually became heavy, as if caught in the angle between dream and reality.

"Look at it." Charles' voice squeezed into a thin thread through her dazed thoughts.

Gradually, the clear edge line of this teacup became blurred, and layers of ghost images superimposed, like a stack of playing cards in the hands of a magician, quickly pulled apart, overlapped, connected into one piece, from one to countless indivual.

"Not so many, just two or three, can it be done?"

Can?Dolores thought in confusion, it should be possible.

She tried her best to gather her attention and sight. This behavior seemed to gradually consume her energy, from countless to hundreds, then from hundreds to dozens, and from more than ten to eight, seven one, six, five...

She struggled to suppress the double image to three, and at the same time, they did not overlap, but like three separate cups, placed in a straight line on the coffee table, exactly the same, just like a photo washed The three copies are placed in front of my eyes, and even the state of the water mist rising is exactly the same, exactly the same.

"Go and try, can you touch them?"

Dolores raised her hand and approached the coffee table with trembling fingertips. As her hand got closer, the three teacups began to move closer together again, turning into a blurred double image of the cup.

But her fingers still touched one of them. The temperature of the water made the originally cold white porcelain cup become a little hot, and the gold-plated handle was also warm and smooth, like the smooth texture of porcelain.

She slowly picked up the teacup, the tea was slightly rippling in it, and she could clearly smell the aroma of the black tea bag.

The teacup that had lost one-third of the double image was gently placed next to the original cup, and all the strange feelings and those double images disappeared together. Dolores stared blankly at the two identical cups of black tea on the coffee table , suddenly sober.

"This... This is..." Her fingers trembled slightly, her eyes swept back and forth between the two teacups.

Charles put down his hands, smiled at her and said, "It seems that this is your ability." Picking up the teacup and taking a sip of the black tea at the right temperature, he raised his glass to Dolores: "I guess the taste should be almost the same."

Dolores wiped the sweat from her forehead, she suddenly saw a piece of whiteness out of the corner of her eye, she turned her head, and saw strands of bright white filaments floating on her shoulders in horror.

She let out a scream, jumped up and turned around in circles trying to shake off the things on her back: "What is this again!!"

Charles seemed a little surprised by this reaction: "Don't you feel it? When you were using your abilities just now, these grew out of your back.

Dolores rushed into the bathroom, and there was a girl standing in the mirror with a terrified expression. There were countless filaments thinner than a spider's thread extending from her back, about one meter long. When the tentacles are densely connected into several large pieces, it seems that there are some strange and irregular butterfly wings growing from her back, swimming leisurely like seaweed floating in the water.It is also a bit like a person standing with the backlight, and the lamp behind him is shining white.

She turned around and looked in the mirror. These tentacles grew from the middle of her back, piercing through the shirt and denim jacket inside. She nervously reached out and touched the root, and even pulled it, and finally confirmed that it was a direct connection. The thing touching her spine, although light as nothing, does have an extraordinary sensitive touch. When she touches these tactile threads with her hands, her hands hardly feel it, but she can really feel it from the tactile threads. to every inch of skin on her hands.

Dolores could even feel her palm prints and the calluses on her fingers from holding the pen. This was the first time she noticed that the skin on the side of the first knuckle of her middle finger was slightly harder than the surrounding skin. little bit.

She came out of the bathroom as if sleepwalking, and sat down on the sofa.

The swaying tentacles caught Van Gogh's attention, and he quietly approached, sniffing with the tip of his nose.Dolores immediately turned her head, and at the same time retracted the touch silk: "Your nose is so wet."

Charles asked curiously: "Have you figured it out?" He didn't seem to mind the master leaving him alone in the living room at all.

Dolores adjusted her sitting posture in discomfort, keeping the stylus from getting close to the back of the sofa. The cotton and linen fabric was a bit rough for these stylus.

"It's like having countless overly sensitive little hands."

Dolores asked: "I want to take these back, can I?" Charles nodded, and when his consciousness touched these tentacles, he immediately had a feeling that his brain was opened, just like he used his consciousness Invasion into other people's brains, but much more gently, silently, and in reverse.

Dolores exclaimed, a lot of images suddenly appeared in her mind uncontrollably.

A castle-like mansion, green grass, many teenagers, and names and faces appearing one by one: Jean, Scott, Wolverine, Storm, Angel...