Chapter 1406: Return of the Old Days (V)

"An obvious fact is that the owner of this notebook, who has been narrating the whole thing in the first person, does not seem to have the culture and intelligence to write such text."

Strange ignored the cold tea, but took a bottle of wine, two wine glasses and an ice bucket from the shelf, and changed some ice cubes, put the wine in, and looked at Stark and said.

"Why do you think so?" Stark asked.

"Stop it, Tony, since I have been frank with you, why do you have to...Okay, I know, you are a typical scientist, not so interested in literature and art, at least not in literature."

"But you can't deny that I read a lot of books."

"Most of them are biased towards theoretical knowledge of science, aren't they?"

Stark was silent, without denying it. In fact, he had nothing to deny. He always preferred technical books and rarely read works with strong stories. He liked to spy on the truth rather than indulge in imagination.

In fact, the things recorded in this black notebook are the longest stories he has read in recent years. He was surprised that he could finish such a long part in one breath. Perhaps it was the little people created by Strange that made it more intuitive.

"Come on, I have a headache when I think of those literary descriptions." Stark waved his hand rudely and said, "'Generally', 'Generally', 'Exquisite', 'Gorgeous', 'Rough', 'Simple' - these writers never give a fixed value to a thing, and must be vague in description, in the name of leaving room for imagination, which does not give me any sense of security. I like precise things."

"It's not difficult to imagine." Strange took the wine out of the ice bucket, poured a glass for himself and Stark, and said, "Then please allow me to tell you that people's behavior can always be shown through literary talent."

"If one If a person's writing is passionate, then his heart must be as hot as fire. If a person's writing is indifferent, then perhaps he is as calm, rational and objective as you. "

"Although the owner of the notebook always narrates everything in a cold tone, when he encounters each thing, his real reaction is contrary to it."

"From his choices in the face of various things, he is a relatively reckless person, emotional, bold and a little reckless. The kind of cold and gloomy writing is not what he can write."

"Did I say that? You really should take a psychologist license."

"You said it several times, unless you are very forgetful." Strange picked up the glass but didn't drink. Instead, he touched the rim of the glass with his lips and said, "This means that someone wants to tell us something through it."

"Or maybe he is explaining something?"

Strange frowned, looked into Stark's eyes and said, "You are becoming more and more tactful, Tony, this is not like you."

"If you are still dissatisfied with my attitude when I went to you when my father was in trouble, then I can only say that Schiller is right, you are really petty."

"He actually has the nerve to say that others are petty." Stark curled his lips and said with some dissatisfaction, but he shook his head and said, "I mean it literally, this The story in this notebook is an explanation left for us on purpose, or it may be an explanation left for me.

"What does he need to explain to you?"

"Something that happened a long time ago, which I discovered but have not yet investigated."

"What is that?"

"I kidnapped Knull, the god of symbiotes, and hid him. I, Doom, and another friend worked together. Doom attracted the attention of others, and we directly dragged Klyntar away."

"I've heard about it." Strange nodded. If the Sorcerer Supreme is in control of all kinds of things on Earth, then the Sanctum Sanctorum provides a wider range of news channels.

The disappearance of the home planet of a race is not a big deal, but the symbiotes are a fairly typical race and have some fame in the universe. The disappearance of Klyntar even occupied a small page below the front page of the famous interstellar newspaper "Ring Star Weekly", and the Interstellar Traveler Radio Station also launched three follow-up reports.

"You did this? Why did you do this?"

Strange was a little surprised. He didn't understand what the point was in fighting those scum for planets. Knull shouldn't be that valuable.

"I want to understand one thing." Stark replied.

"What is it?"

"God."

Stark stood up by supporting the back of the armchair, pacing in front of the bookshelf with a glass of wine. He said, "I want to know what God is. No, it's not the words like trading partners that you think of now. Do you know why I'm suddenly interested in this?"

"Maybe I told you before that I'm doing experiments related to the fusion of vibranium and molten steel materials. This is a very difficult thing, and it's the same for me. Every tiny breakthrough in materials science may be a huge change in technology, but it's difficult not to change it."

Stark frowned, looking much calmer than usual. Strange had hardly heard the word "difficult" from Stark, but when he really said it, it meant that this matter was probably not just difficult, but extremely difficult.

"Finding a material suitable for humans is not like a scientific experiment, but more like a chance." Stark frankly admitted that materials science is like a chance: "A material may have all the properties you want, but only lack one. A material may have one particularly outstanding property, but the rest is rubbish."

"Peter often muttered that this was a bit like making equipment in a game, but the reality is much more difficult than the game. This is not even something that can be enumerated thousands of times. You can only hope for the arrival of the god of luck."

"One day I was staring at the instrument in the laboratory and felt a moment of despair. I have never felt so powerless." Stark stopped, slowly closed his eyes, raised his head and recalled his mood at that time, and said: "Then there was anger and resentment."

"Why can't it give me the results I want? Why did I do everything, but still couldn't control the results? Why am I so helpless, what makes me so weak?"

Strange could clearly hear that Stark's last tone was shaking, and the anger in it was about to flow out.

"It's the universe." Stark gave the answer. He finally said in a neurotic tone like a mad scientist: "It's the eternal rule in this damn universe."

"It makes 1+1=2, it makes ice melt into water, it makes preparations change color, it makes plants yearn for sunlight..."

Strange felt his heart pounding, and he realized what crazy things Stark was talking about. That was the truth that all the Supreme Sorcerers of all generations dared not peek into.

"Why?"

Stark asked a soul-searching question, and then added: "Why can't I make 1+1=3?"

Strange opened his mouth, but his dry throat made it impossible for him to say anything. After a few seconds of silence, he commented: "Don't be too greedy, Tony."

"We are all greedy. You showed me your greed, and I naturally showed you mine. It's better to say that magic has always been greedy, but science has been hesitant."

"Do you really know what you are doing?" Strange swallowed his saliva.

"Of course I know." Stark nodded and said, "You may think I'm crazy, but I'm very sober. I want to... change the constant."

When these words fell, Strange felt that his head was hit by a sledgehammer, and his head was full of "buzzing" sounds, because to the wizards, it can basically be interpreted as "I want to destroy the universe."

"This is not impossible." Stark has begun to explain his thoughts: "The reason why you think it is impossible is that you have overlooked a key issue."

"What?"

"There are gods in this world."

Strange was stunned.

"Gods are, or claim to be, the embodiment of the rules of the universe. If the operation of the universe is not as I wish, should they also bear part of the responsibility?"

Strange swallowed his saliva again. It is difficult to describe the arrogance, greed and ferocity of Stark's logic. If he must find an adjective, this is really... too "human".

"Psychology and behavioral science taught me more than just figuring out the motivations behind other people's psychology and behavior." Stark sat back in his chair with a glass of wine, looked into Strange's eyes and said, "It also taught me not to blame myself, to look for reasons from others before something happens, to keep wisdom for myself, and to leave pain and entanglement to others."

"If the god of luck never comes to my laboratory and prevents human materials science from developing, then I will dismember it and see if it can add the properties I want to the new materials in my instrument."

Facing Stark's cold tone, Strange shuddered. After these Frankensteins entered the state, they always had a kind of uncanny valley effect of objects resembling human forms, as if they were monsters outside of humans who could dissect everything for experimental data.

Even the pure Spider-Man Peter, when he just walked out of the biological laboratory, would have a cold look that looked like a mouse to everyone, not to mention Tony Stark, who was already a little neurotic.

And Stark did intend to dissect the universe, he even kidnapped a god directly, thinking of this, Strange couldn't help but ask with some concern: "Is Nar okay?"

"He was fine when he was here." Stark sighed softly, Strange heard his implication, so he frowned and asked: "So he is not here with you now?"

Stark's eyes fell on the black notebook next to him, and said: "This is what I said, the person who really wrote this story wants to explain to us."

Strange looked at him.

"About two weeks ago, Nar disappeared, along with his cage." Stark also looked at Strange and said: "He disappeared from the secret prison I prepared for him, and someone took him away."

"Someone rescued Nar from you?"

"I don't think that action can be called 'saving'. I think that Nar's condition will not get better, or even worse. Before coming to you, I went to check the situation in that secret place. The other party's methods were quite rough. Nar would not feel good."

"Then why do you think he did it?"

Stark quickly recalled the scene he had seen before, looking at Strange's face and said.

"Maybe he wanted to eat Nar... In fact, he had already eaten part of it."

Stark added in his mind.

"... Or all of it."