[Comprehensive British and American] After swapping bodies with the villain

Strange had a dream.

In his dream, he turned back into that invincible surgeon, and was sought after by countless people.

Every day, new patients lie down on the operating table where he is the chief surgeon, full of hope, and then he succeeds again and again, like an omnipotent God.

However, in the next second, he was living on the streets of Kathmandu again. Because of the hundreds of dollars in his pocket, he was blocked by a group of hooligans in an alley, and he was severely beaten. He didn't even have dinner.

Different people, light and shadow passing by at a high speed, twisted and entangled, as weird as Edvard Munch's "The Scream".

There's him standing at a Neurological Society dinner, lecturing on some kind of laminectomy that only he can perform, while ladies with champagne glasses look up at him admiringly; Luo told him a little timidly that his artificial cornea/membrane research had come to an end, and that he was going to turn to [-]D printing to create transplantable nerve fibers, which might help his situation.

In the dream, he didn't mock the young scientist's unrealistic approach like the jerk himself before.

Instead, he walked over, gave Siouluo a deep hug, sincerely thanked him for his company, and persuaded him to do research that is more valuable to the world.

Then Sioro looked at him flattered, blinking those stunningly beautiful green eyes, and said something.

But before Strange could make up for his bad behavior in the dream, he had already woken up.

Sitting in front of him was his fellow student, the Dane named Casillas.

Strange, Strange asked himself, why did he think of this tall Nordic man as Cioro?

Sioro, who didn't know that he had been suspected, was sitting on an old wooden chair, flipping through a magic book written by an alchemist in the fifteenth century.

To be honest, although this trip made him defenseless, it opened the wonderful door of magic for him.

Many things that cannot be done by science can not be done at present, mages only need to read a few mantras lightly, and they can use human spirit to carve the material world, which can be described as miraculous.

This had a great impact on his long-standing concept, and at the same time gave him a hope.

——If magic can be combined with technology, many scientific problems may be solved, especially in the field of applied biology that he studies.

Xi Ouluo turned over the page of the observation diary about algae in the spirit world, carefully memorizing what was written in it.

"Ahem." Seeing that Sioro was watching intently, Strange climbed up from the hard wooden bed and cleared his dry throat, "I succeeded?"

Sioro did not put down the book, and even turned a page leisurely, tilting his head to look at him: "Yes, you succeeded, Dr. Strange. Congratulations."

Strange didn't speak, just stared at him deeply, as if he wanted to see the deeper soul from this superficial body.

After a few long seconds, the smile on the corner of his mouth continued to deepen, but he tried his best to maintain a calm expression: "Don't be so introverted, call me Stephen."

Siouluo: "..."

If he didn't know that Strange was a straight man, he would have thought that the other party wanted to pick him up.

Xiouluo closed the book: "If you have nothing else to do, I'll go first."

Seeing that he was about to leave the small broken house, Strange suddenly said, "Wait a minute."

Sioro turned to look at him.

"Thank you." Strange said lightly.

Siouluo couldn't help but narrowed his eyes and smiled: "It's not easy to hear you say thank you."

"I've been on duty in the library for the past few days. If you have any questions, you can ask me," Xiouluo said. "Of course, there are some things you shouldn't know now, and I won't tell you."

Strange watched him leave.

Then instead of resting on the bed, he took out the thick green magic leaf from his pocket, chewed it in his mouth, got up and practiced magic in the yard.

After finding a breakthrough, Strange has made great progress in magic. Even the serious Mordo is full of praise behind his back. A new star in the magic world is rising at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Xi Ouluo felt very relieved and no longer paid his extra attention to this doctor who gradually returned to the level of the old bag.

He has been paying attention to the "Book of Cagliostro" in the library and the traces of the real Casillas.

In fact, the duties of the librarian were performed by other people, but Sioro was always on guard against the real Casillas, so he took the initiative to take on this job that others were unwilling to do.

After these few days of diligent practice, Sioro has mastered some basic magic and basic self-defense capabilities, and he believes that even if the real Casillas appears, he will be like Rumlow, not daring to Start towards your body.

Although he is full of curiosity about magic, Sioro has never dared to practice with other people, for fear of revealing his flaws.

His superpowers have never been known to the public. Even the child psychologist who was in charge of him at the time thought that he was suffering from some kind of special split personality symptoms. He was treated by the men of the eminent doctor Hannibal.

Xi Ouluo doesn't know how long he can keep this secret, but he just wants to be an ordinary biological scientist, swimming freely in the ocean of knowledge, and he doesn't want to risk his life every day to fight bad guys.

He stayed up in the library until three o'clock in the middle of the night, and then returned to his bedroom with a yawn after the king who replaced him appeared.

Although the drowsiness was invading every cell in his body, Xi Ouluo still braced himself and logged into his e-mail with his newly bought mobile phone.

There is nothing special inside.

There is only a work email sent by the director of his research institute, which generally talks about the loss and reconstruction of the research institute, and asks when he will come to work.

There are also two invitation letters from universities, inviting him to give several lectures to undergraduates.

Siouluo thought for a while, but still replied.

He first declined the other party's invitation, and then told his supervisor that due to physical reasons, he might not be able to preside over the work for the time being, and just let them listen to Tony Stark's arrangements.

He sighed at the faint light on the phone screen.

How much work this has delayed him!

fuck! ! !

Xiouluo seemed to be possessed by the violent brother Rumlow, cursing obscenities frantically in his heart, and then a thought came out quietly.

Otherwise, go back and have a look?

In the past, if he traveled far away because of body swapping with someone else, he would usually not leave. One is because the other party has his own relatives and friends; Local traffic is also very inconvenient.

But now he can open portals!

He locked the door and window of his bedroom, and then according to the spell he saw from the tree, he placed a confinement spell on the door and window to ensure that no one could break in.

After drawing a circle, he traveled from late night Karma Taj to New York.

That's right, the cosmopolitan city of New York.

Xiouluo was still wearing the mage uniform, using Casillas' body.

He went back to his house, dug out all the cash, took it with him, went to Uncle Keith's burger place he used to go to, and ate his fill of junk food.

Afterwards, he drank milk tea and found himself in a state of doing nothing.

It is impossible for him to go to work in the face of others, and he does not want to contact people he used to know.

Maybe he can go to the real Casillas and see if he has any conspiracy behind his back?

Avengers Building.

"Sir," the AI ​​butler speaking with a pure English accent slowly said, "It was just detected that someone has logged in and used Dr. Weissman's email."

Tony, who was dozing off in the afternoon sun, woke up with a jolt: "Give me the address."

"The foothills of the Himalayas."

Tony: "...what did you say?"

"Sir, I need 2 minutes to check the exact latitude and longitude."

Tony made a decisive decision: "Call the captain, Fat Bird, Natasha, Saul, and Banner, let's rescue the poor little doctor who was kidnapped by the evil villain!"

"Sir, Agent Romanov just carried out a secret mission last night and is currently recovering from sleep. Dr. Banner was invited to Stockholm and is currently at the Nobel Prize awarding ceremony."

Tony snorted: "Just that broken award, what is there to claim, the bonus is so stingy."

"Sir..." There was a hint of helplessness in the butler's voice.

"Then call the rest of the people and activate the latest model of the Quin-jet fighter."

5 minutes passed.

"Sir, except for Mr. Odinson, everyone has already started gathering."

Tony's eyes widened: "What about Sol?"

"He swung his hammer and flew over."

Tony rolled his eyes: "This barbarian."

Ten minutes later, the special glass above the apron of the Avengers Building slowly opened, and a stealth Quin-jet fighter plane full of Avengers drove towards the other end of the earth at high speed with the automatic navigation system on.

However, everyone never expected that they...

be lost.

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