The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman

New York, Manhattan, this extremely bustling and busy urban area, can only be a little quiet at night, until the sky is completely dark, the snow gradually stops, the air is still very cold, and the snow piled on both sides of the street all day On the other side, the lit street lamps are dyed in warm colors.

In the windows on both sides of the street, the mannequins are already wearing off-white elk sweaters and red and green scarves. A series of shining light bulbs are hung on the top of the windows, and there are too many exaggerated gift boxes in the corners. .

Although there is still some time before Christmas, these merchants occupying the best locations in New York have already prepared for the next holiday shopping frenzy.

The huge Christmas tree in the middle of the central roundabout has been done step by step, but the dots of light bulbs on it have not yet been turned on, and the gift boxes are covered with thick snow, which has not been cleaned in time, but the crowds taking photos are already in an endless stream.

In the reception room on the top floor on the west side of the Arkham Sanitarium, Schiller held a cup in one hand and leaned against the floor-to-ceiling windows, watching the children chasing and playing in the street downstairs. Strange was sitting on the sofa, putting some Gather the scattered magazines.

I don't know who told me yesterday that he wouldn't wear an elk sweater if he was killed this Christmas. Schiller didn't turn his head, but Strange could hear his ridicule. With a snort, he looked down at the blue and white elk sweater he was wearing.

It was a very ordinary turtleneck sweater. From the collar to the shoulders, it was light blue, then white, and then light blue again. In the white part, there was a blue pattern composed of elk and snowflakes. It can be said that this is a A plain old elk sweater that is likely to be worn out at Christmas.

Flipping through the magazine in his hand, Strange said: When I passed by the window, I didn't even look at it, but I felt sorry for the teller who couldn't sell out, so I bought one by the way. You, I thought you were the kind of person who didn't like to join in the fun.

Strange looked back at Schiller. Schiller was also wearing an elk sweater. He wore a white shirt inside, and a dark green elk sweater on the outside. There was a white elk on his chest. The chances of the sweater hitting the shirt are much lower than the one on Strange, but it can't be said that it is completely non-existent.

After all, everyone likes to dress like this, and I don't want to be a maverick. Schiller said, taking a sip of water.

At this moment, there was a squeak sound of pushing the door, and Steve who walked in was also wearing an elk sweater. He was stunned when he saw Strange and Schiller's outfits, and Steve scratched his head Said: I thought you were the kind of people who didn't like to join in the fun.

Because the elk sweater he was wearing was a perfect combination of Strange and Schiller styles, red and green, with a white elk on the chest.

I said Captain, this color is too old-fashioned, did you choose it yourself? Strange asked Steve, looking at him.

Steve came over, sat on the sofa, bent his arms, put his hands on his knees and said, Nick sent me. He said that S.H.I.E.L.D. should have a festive atmosphere. Not only me, but also Natasha and Hill. When it came to this gift, they didn't wear it because they thought the color and style were too old-fashioned.

I think it's just right, after all, old-fashioned clothes are just right for old-fashioned people. Steve said with a smile.

I hope that the next time I go to the S.H.I.E.L.D. base, I don't see a huge Christmas tree covered with golden bells, or all kinds of small lanterns hanging on the eaves. Strange drew on his chest Signing the sign of the cross, all three of them laughed.

Nick's aesthetic makes me really not flattered. Although we are all from that era, he obviously doesn't understand that the aesthetics of that era can't be called retro, but old-fashioned. Steve shook his head.

Let's get down to business. Schiller came over, put the cup on the table, then walked to the dining table on the other side, took the other two cups and poured water for the two of them.

I hear Nick wants to throw a Yule ball?

Before Schiller finished speaking, Strange raised his hands and said, My God, please forgive me, doesn't he know how busy we are?

Yes. Steve nodded, stroked the cup with his hand, and said, You also know that he has been working on uniting these people with special abilities to form a team...

He will not let go of any opportunity that can bring us together to chat, talk, and improve cohesion. Although I have no problem with this kind of activity, I can think of the cumbersome procedures of the ball, which gives me a headache.

Schiller and Strange looked at each other and said, The most troublesome part should be the partner?

Steve sighed deeply, and Strange wanted to squeeze him, but when he thought about his love life, he also sighed.

The biggest problem with his love life is that he has no love life at all. Strange complained: I'm really busy. I haven't left the Holy of Holies for a week. Can you believe it?

The group of demon gods will call for all the big things, from territorial disputes, loan interest rates, multi-party negotiations, to lost and found, pet foster care, and chatting with insomnia. What do they think of this place?

Strange sighed, but Schiller asked him, Isn't Loki here? Isn't he known as the know-it-all of the universe?

Don't you know? Loki and Thor are still on Saka, and I don't know if they can come back before Christmas...

What are they doing there? Schiller asked with some doubts: Isn't there a wild planet?

That's right, but you should know Thor's character. He wanted to save the slaves there, and Loki didn't know what to think, and he was messing around with his brother there. The ancient mage said it a few times. Strand Qi took a sip of water, then wrinkled his face and looked at the cup and said, Why is this hot water? Is there no tea or coffee?

It's already 10 o'clock in the evening, are you going to stay up all night?

Strange pouted, put down the cup, and said, It's fine if the two brothers don't come back, at least we don't have to worry about them causing any trouble on Earth. After all, Thor's divine power has been restored, and Loki will soon be back. It's...

Steve also nodded and said, That's right, it doesn't matter if they don't have divine power. If they regain their divine power and live among ordinary people, it will inevitably bring them danger, and Nick will have a headache again.

It seems that both of you have been very busy recently, and I'm the only one idle. Schiller walked around the sofa, sat on one side of the sofa, leaned against the soft pillows behind him, took a sip of hot water, and let out a contented sigh.

You should be busy recently, because there are a lot of strange things recently, even Peter is very busy.

What happened again?

Recently, I'm also busy investigating this matter. Maybe you have heard of the recent supernatural events in Queens?

Spiritual events? Do you mean haunted or something? Strange asked with a frown.

That's right, as you all know, there are many residential areas in New York, and there are also many cemeteries. Recently, some residents reported seeing dead spirits and skeletons near the cemetery, and there are many rumors about will-o'-the-wisps.

Doesn't this kind of thing happen every year? Strange said with some disdain: The hospital I work in loves to spread this kind of gossip, why suddenly there is one less corpse in the morgue, and there is a dead body in the corridor at night? What's the point of seeing a will-o'-the-wisp, long-dead patient suddenly appearing in some window?

The difference is that the witnesses this time include Spider-Man Peter and his uncle and aunt.

Their family lives in Forest Hills, Queens. Forest Hills Cemetery is on the west side of Forest Hills Park. First, Peter saw a suspected skeleton when he was out walking his dog, and then there were will-o'-the-wisps that scared her. Aunt, so he has been busy investigating this matter recently.

Strange was silent, and Schiller fell into thinking, because they both knew Peter, and he was not the kind of person who liked to make a fuss and add embellishments.

Steve looked at Strange and asked him: This should be a matter of your magic world, can you magicians resurrect skeletons or drive will-o'-the-wisps?

Strange pressed his chin with his knuckles, and said while thinking: Theoretically, it is possible, the magician's power actually comes from the exchange, if the power of his exchange object has the attribute of resurrecting the undead, then He should be able to control undead and skeletons.

But in fact, almost no magician will do this, because it is meaningless. All exchanges must pay a price, and the power exchanged should be used in more useful places. What's the use of resurrecting corpses and undead? Scary ?

Um...can't they attack or something?

Schiller looked at Steve and said, Captain, you are a master fighter, you should know, what's so difficult about skeletons and corpses?

Aren't they actually mutants of humans? It's better to say that they are weaker than humans. Without magical protection, skeletons have no muscles and can hardly withstand any sharp weapon. Apart from disgusting people, corpses are also It's no different from ordinary people...

To make these things have powerful combat capabilities, you need to infuse a lot of magical energy. Strange explained: You have to use this power to protect their bones and muscles that have begun to decay, and also We must endow them with the power of soul fire, so that they have the basic intelligence to pick up weapons and fight against the enemy...

If there is so much energy, monsters stronger than these things can actually be created. There was once a black magician who made a dark dragon in Montana, and a necromancer drove a group of soul-eating birds to attack the hospital... ...

And skeletons... At least I haven't heard of anyone doing this in Kama Taj. Even if these things are protected by magic, they need a very, very large number to attack modern human cities.

Steve touched his chin. He nodded and said, Indeed, if it has this ability, it would be faster for large monsters to invade the city. Then what are they trying to do? Simply scare people? Create panic?

Schiller shook his head and said, It doesn't look like it. If they want to create panic, they should go to Manhattan or Brooklyn. These two places are the center of New York. There are many mountains and parks in Queens. Yes, but the population is not dense enough, and journalists don’t like to go there.”

Just when they were discussing this topic, Steve's cell phone rang suddenly. He picked up the cell phone and pressed the answer button, and Peter's voice was on the opposite side.

Captain, there are skeletons! Skeletons that can move! It's in Forest Hill Cemetery, can you come over?!

Listen, Peter, calm down, the situation is critical, right? I'll be there right away...

Uh... the crisis is not very critical. They can't beat me, but I don't know what to do with them. You say, if I go down and punch them, will they faint? They don't even have a brain, so they shouldn't be able to faint Bar?

Steve raised his eyes to Strange, Strange spread his hands and said, Okay, I should have a cup of coffee, it seems that today is going to be all night again...