After buying the earth [Comprehensive British and American]

For Alice, the happy time is always fleeting.

The relaxing days of playing in New York came to an end soon, and she was sent by Hilda to the Xavier Academy for Gifted Boys before she could finish it.

Although this school is also located in New York, it is not easy to get there from the city center.Hilda borrowed a car and drove Alice for several hours before taking her near the school.

Apart from the fact that the school building looks a bit like a private manor, this mutant school doesn't look like anything special.This made Hilda a little disappointed - in her initial imagination, the mutant school should be a place full of dreams, for example, there are ghosts floating everywhere, and for example, there will be fire or ice in the sky above the house, in short, no It should be as unremarkable as it is now.

She was a little skeptical: "...Are you sure this is really the mutant school?"

"Xavier Academy for Gifted Boys." Alice read out the English word by word, "Yes, it's here."

Hilda was reluctant: "Well, it's a little different from what I imagined - so how do I get in now, is there a doorbell here?"

Alice: "No, but..."

She didn't continue talking, because the two of them heard that gentle and friendly voice at the same time——

"...Welcome to Xavier Academy for Gifted Boys."

Hilda immediately realized who the owner of the voice was—Professor X, no doubt.

Hilda: "... To be honest, I don't like this kind of communication very much."

No one answered her, and Professor X's voice seemed to disappear following the words she blurted out.

She waited in silence for a while, then took her luggage out of the car as if nothing had happened, and motioned for Alice to follow: "Let's go, I'll send you to the school and go back—don't expect me to send you too far , I have a hunch that I don't fit well with the magnetic field here."

At the same time, Professor X sitting in the office showed a surprised expression.

"What's the matter? Professor?" Jean Gray noticed his expression and couldn't help asking.

He looked out of the window thoughtfully, and towards the door: "...I was just a little surprised." There are many people who are vigilant and disgusted with his ability, but not everyone can use his ability according to their wishes. Voices are kept out of the mind, and it is even more difficult for an ordinary person without superpowers to do so.

That's right, ordinary people.

Professor X already knew that Hilda was not a mutant. Although he didn't know the reason why Hilda pretended to be a mutant, Professor X had no intention of taking the initiative to expose her—it was unnecessary.

——Maybe, this "mutant" who is not a mutant may bring a new turning point to the mutant community?

Charles Xavier thought so.

At this moment, the school gate had opened silently in front of Hilda's eyes, and a man in a leather jacket and strange glasses walked towards them.

"Hello, Miss Walker." He offered a hand to Hilda, "I'm Scott Summers, a teacher at Xavier Academy for Gifted Boys, Professor X asked me to receive you."

She stretched out her hand, shook hands with him, and said, "Hi, I'm Hilda Walker—that's not the point, the point is, since a teacher came to receive me, I won't go in, after all I'm a little busy, so I have to rush back to the city center." Then, she pretended to glance at her watch, "I'm very sorry, but I believe the school will take good care of Alice."

She doesn't want to contact Professor X, after all, she's not a real mutant, she's just an ordinary alien full of secrets.Who knows if anyone here discriminates against aliens?

Hilda looked a little guilty, like those heartless parents who couldn't wait to throw their mutant children to this boarding school, which made Scott misunderstand.

He couldn't help frowning, and stared at Hilda carefully: "...Maybe you know, this is a school for mutants?"

She was taken aback: "Of course I know. The school that teaches mutants, from the principal to the students, are all mutants—" She glanced at Scott, and her voice softened a little, "Really? To tell you the truth, I'm also a mutant."

Scott was a little surprised: "Are you a mutant?"

"Of course, there are people who are too bored to pretend to be a mutant." Hilda said confidently, she pushed the suitcase in her hand to Scott without hesitation, and then patted Alice on the shoulder, "Alice, With this..." She paused.

"—Scott Summers."

【Scott Summers】

The voices of Xiaolan and Scott sounded at the same time.

"...Mr. Summers is going to go through the admission formalities together." She said, "I still have something to do, so I will leave first. If there is anything, just call me—you know the number." After finishing speaking, she As if there was really something urgent waiting to be dealt with, he turned around without hesitation, wanting to leave Xavier Academy for Gifted Boys.

Scott and Alice silently watched her get into the car.

"Someone told your sister," Scott couldn't help but look at Alice, "is she a bad lie?"

Alice shook her head, and said seriously: "Her lying skills are not bad at all."

Scott: "...I seem to understand why her lying skills are so poor." He pulled up the suitcase, "Let's go, I'll take you to see Professor X, ah, you should know Professor X, he His name is Charles Xavier, I heard that although you have not met, you have actually communicated for a long time?"

"Yes." Alice replied, "The professor and I have known each other for a long time. In fact, I am very, very looking forward to this meeting."

Hilda said that she has something to do, but she is not completely lying, she does have something to deal with, and it is a very important thing - after all, the energy provided by Karel's matrix is ​​limited, and she needs to get that piece of "cosmic space" as soon as possible within a certain period of time. Cube" to provide Xiaolan with the necessary energy and to retrieve her spaceship.

【With the power of the Cosmic Cube, you might be able to restore your memory," Xiaolan said, 【Only if you restore your memory, all the puzzles will have the final answer. 】

Hilda: [What puzzle? 】

Xiaolan: [The puzzles of the earth, the puzzles of the universe, or...our puzzles. 】

【Your puzzle? 】

Xiaolan's voice was very sensible, as if she was talking about other people's affairs: 【Yes.Our puzzle, or more precisely, the puzzle of our origins.I have no memory of my birth, and the beginning of all my memory is meeting you, which is very wrong.I originally thought that I was just an ordinary artificial intelligence life, a program that evolved intelligence on its own, but this seemingly perfect inference always has certain flaws, which prevent my logical deduction from being carried out perfectly—I have to Suspecting that he is actually not an artificial intelligence life at all. 】

Hilda found it very interesting: [If you are not artificial intelligence, then what are you? 】

Xiaolan: [I don't know, but seeing the Karel star before, let me confirm that there is something wrong with Xiaohong.We all thought that Xiaohong came from Karil, after all, he looks very much like the pioneer birds of Karil, and even many of his habits faintly support this inference. However, until not long ago, I Seeing the Karilians with my own eyes, I realized something was wrong——Xiaohong is definitely not a Karilian, he just has the appearance of a Karilian, but he doesn’t need the mother as the absolute center like them, if He is really a Karel star, so he is also a complete alien. 】

Hilda thought about it: [How did we meet? 】

【You picked us up and kindly took us in. 】

【There are so many puzzles in me. 】

Hilda felt the responsibility on her body: [It seems that we really need to get that Cosmic Cube as soon as possible.What does the Cosmic Cube look like? 】

In her line of sight, a cube emitting a faint blue light appeared silently, full of a sense of technology, it turned slightly, as if it wanted to show itself in all directions.

Hilda stared at it and stopped in place, unable to look away.

【Owner? 】

"Oh my god, little blue," Hilda said softly, "look at this color, don't you think it looks like Bruce's eyes?"

"Ah!"

Standing in front of the console in the Batcave, Bruce Wayne couldn't help but sneezed.

He frowned and rubbed his nose slightly.

"The nighttime temperature in Gotham is really low these days," Alfred happened to pass behind him, heard the sneeze, and reminded implicitly, "If you are willing to choose a proper day of rest..."

"No." Batman was categorical, but in the ears of the old butler who had taken care of him for a long time, it was just another stubbornness of a wayward child.

He shook his head, clearly disapproving of his refusal: "I'm starting to miss Miss Hilda, at least Batman can take a day off when she's around."

—but Bruce Wayne needs to work overnight.Bruce said silently in his heart.

However, I have to say that the mention of that name did make him feel a little bit of complicated emotions.

Although they had a conversation not long ago, Bruce not only did not get any comfort, but felt even worse—he felt that Hilda was completely out of control after going to New York, as if he overturned all the actions he had done to her in an instant Logical assumption, became another person.

This feeling started when he saw the message from Iron Man. After talking a few words with Tony, he sat in the work chair in the Batcave in silence for a long time before calling Hilda.

God testified, in that silence, he did not come to any meaningful conclusions as usual, instead, emotion preceded reason, and he was the first to drive him to call Hilda himself.

Did you make that phone call just to test someone out?

This question may be difficult even for him to answer.

But the result of that phone call was not satisfactory.Instead, from this phone call, he further deepened the feeling that things were out of control.

Hilda intends to stay in New York and start her own business?Why not go back to Gotham and continue working for Penguin!

If reason hadn't stopped him, he wouldn't be standing in the Batcave at all at this moment, but had already set foot on the land of New York.

He couldn't help but think of the worst outcome—if the emotional chains had failed, what would Hilda do?

And what measures should he take to stop her...

No, it should be asked what steps he could take to stop him.

Perhaps, he really needs a partner, a cooperative organization like the Avengers...