Chapter 2140 The Ultimate New World (Twenty-One)
In the office of the Time Administration, Schiller, leaning on a chair, yawned, stretched and said, "I'll go back and rest for a while, don't call me if you have nothing to do."
Strange waved his hand to signal him to hurry up. He was browsing the homework of the little wizards sent to him by the butler Wang of Kamamar-Taj. He was concentrating on it and had no time to take care of Schiller for the time being.
Strange was not worried that Schiller would run away. Now the space around the Time Administration was blocked by him. Schiller could not open the portal here, and other means of transmission would be discovered by him.
Strange felt that Schiller could run away, but he could not run away from the temple, and Schiller planned to give up the temple directly.
Moving is actually a bit troublesome, but Schiller has a good helper, that is, Professor Charles who drives the ship of the underworld in the dream world.
Charles, standing at the bow, smiled helplessly. When the boat completely stopped, he got off the boat and hugged Schiller and said, "Finally, this day has come. To be honest, it's later than I thought. I thought you couldn't wait any longer."
"Good food is never too late." Schiller also seemed very happy. He said, "I still think it's a little early. In fact, I still prefer to be a psychologist, but there's nothing I can do about it."
At this time, Jörmungandr had already entangled himself on the mast of the boat, and kept holding up his tail and shouting, "Ship! Ship! I don't want to stay here for a second!"
Charles patted Schiller on the shoulder and said, "How many people are you going to go this time? Who are they?"
"You may not be familiar with the people this time." Schiller and Charles walked onto the boat together and said, "In addition to me, there are a few new friends. Let's get on board first."
The group got on the boat, and the underworld ship traveled through the dream world until it gradually entered a thick fog, and behind the thick fog was a new consciousness space.
The consciousness space of the Skrulls is slightly different from that of humans. Their memory and understanding organs are much more developed than those of humans, so their consciousness space is also more organized than that of humans.
The consciousness space of humans is more like fragments connected by lines. Instincts, memories and thoughts are mixed together in a messy way, often appearing and disappearing at the same time.
The Skrulls have evolved more advanced in this regard. They are born with the ability to look into their own consciousness and build their own consciousness space, memory and thinking. For them, it is not abstract, but something that can really be seen in the brain.
This makes it convenient for Schiller to do what he wants to do next, which is to build a temporary camp here first, and then rebuild a high tower.
It’s not that he has to do the whole show. The problem is that Schiller has been very accustomed to this way of thinking for so many years, so he decided to use the old method, in short, to build a high tower first.
Jörmungandr has been stretching there for a long time. It coiled its body above the neat filing cabinet representing memory, making a big circle, and Schiller and others officially started their second phase of the tower project.
But work is work, and business still needs to be done. The most important thing now is to investigate Spider-Man's situation. Fortunately, personality traits can be divided into work and cooperate. Others work in the consciousness space, and Greed continues to do business.
But before leaving for the destination, Schiller has one more thing to do, that is, to summon Gray Mist.
Because he doesn't need that body for the time being, he has to call Gray Mist over. Of course, Gray Mist is also an important part of Schiller's construction of a new identity.
Since Schiller had the idea of building a new identity, he kept talking to Gray Mist: You are a magical creature, a magical creature, a magical creature. Don't always think about your physical movement. Can you play a little mystical attribute?
Gray Mist also knows that his way of existence is very special. He is neither like a material life in the universe, nor a little different from the cosmic demon composed of pure energy. It is more like something in between.
However, because he always felt that he was a symbiote before, all his skill points were on the skills of the symbiote experience, and even pointed out the weaknesses.
Since realizing that he was not a symbiote, Gray Mist began to pay more attention to his instincts.
But he found that these instincts could not be exerted when he was in Schiller's body. When he was in Schiller's body, he was indeed a symbiote.
He had to expand the Gray Mist factor and cover an area before some abnormalities would gradually appear.
Gray Mist was not sure what these abnormalities were for, but in Schiller's opinion, this was enough, because for him, the most important thing about magic was the special effects.
It didn't matter whether you really knew magic or not. It was enough for others to think you knew it.
Then, in the process of discussing abilities with Gray Mist, they began to study what kind of image and ability was more bluffing and could better distinguish it from the current image of a psychologist, so that they could participate in the game with a new identity and not be discovered and blocked by others.
In the end, they found that making many horrifying things in the secular sense was inferior, and the real fear always came from the unknown, so Schiller had a bold idea.
Afterwards, Schiller went to the universe where the white can was, and used a new identity to investigate the case of Spider-Man's death.
However, there was another problem, that is, if he went there directly, Schiller's identity was an alien, and it would be difficult to deal with the locals without an official identity, but this had never been a problem for Schiller.
Changing vests to have fun is a bit difficult, and it would be boring if it was too simple, so Schiller did not use any authority to change his identity. He planned to gain a firm foothold from the beginning.
In front of the French window of the office of the SHIELD headquarters, Nick frowned and looked at the document in his hand, which was marked with the abnormalities that had occurred in San Francisco residents in the past month.
At the same time, he recalled the whole process of sending Nick Fury of this universe to the safe house. After confirming that there were no omissions, he put his attention back on the document.
"Boss, you have to see this."
Coulson strode in and stood beside the huge silver-white conference table. Nick Fury looked at him. Just as he was about to scold him for not knocking on the door as usual, he saw the solemn expression on Coulson's face.
Nick immediately realized that something big might have happened, so he stared at Coulson's face while picking up the report he sent.
His eyes were immediately attracted by the picture on the report. He brought the document closer and looked at the picture carefully.
It was a two-story building with a red roof. According to Nick's experience, it might be an ordinary family in a middle-class community in New York. It looked ordinary on the outside and was built no more than 20 years ago, which was considered a relatively new building.
But this house was obviously not the focus. The focus was on the mysterious smoke column in the woods in the background of the house.
"Coulson, are you trying to pass the assessment threshold for the seventh-level agent recently?" Nick put down the information and looked at Coulson and said, "How can such an unclear report of a mysterious flying object be sent to me?"
"This is not unclear." Coulson sighed, put a bulging handbag on the table, pointed his finger, and said, "In just one week, there were more than 200 reports of sightings in New York State, and almost all of them were seen at different times, in different places, and in different ways."
Coulson took the document that Nick put down, flipped through a few pages, and handed it to Nick again. This time, Nick's pupils shrank slightly, because the photo this time was not a distant and blurred column of smoke.
This time the photo was of a forest, and the reflection of the pond could be vaguely seen behind the overlapping bushes and towering birch trees. Through the reflection of the pond, it can be seen that the sky not far away was filled with thick fog, and there was a huge eye in the fog.
Optical parallax, Nick thought. He had dealt with many similar incidents during his years as the director of SHIELD. Few of them were related to mysterious events, and most of them were optical illusions and optical phenomena.
But he turned the page and this idea was shaken a little, because this photo was of an old factory, and it looked like a factory with chimneys that used heat.
This seemed to be the perspective captured by the surveillance camera. In the dark night, in the thick fog coming out of several towering chimneys, a faint eye shape was formed.
Nick turned the previous paper back and compared the shapes of the two eyes. He found that this was probably not a coincidence. If it was really an optical phenomenon based on the Tyndall effect, then did the two eyes look a little too similar?
If you have to describe the shape of this eye, it is not very realistic and has no three-dimensional eye structure, so it doesn't look very scary.
It is more like a mural made of thick fog, mysterious and strange, more like a religious totem, rather than some physical monster.
Flipping back, Nick was even more certain. No wonder Coulson looked so solemn. This thing might not be a simple UFO.
The next photo was clearer - a group of college students riding road bikes chose a place with beautiful scenery to take photos.
Behind them were endless mountains, the sky in late autumn was clear and strangely blue, and in the distance there were layers of forests, with red, yellow, green and purple overlapping and continuous, while in the foreground was a group of sunny and energetic college students with smiles on their shoulders.
This was originally a normal tourist photo, which reminded people of the good times of traveling as a teenager.
But the second look was a bit creepy, because at the end of the grass behind the road, that is, in front of the woods, there was a figure standing vaguely.
Because this photo was taken at sunrise, the temperature difference between day and night caused the wet grass and forest to be covered with a layer of mist, and the figure stood at the end of the mist, blurry and shadowy, as if it would disappear with a breeze.
Nick, with his years of experience in dealing with supernatural events, could tell that this figure was not a coincidental shape formed by the change of air or fog. He just stood there, but his eyes were fixed on the camera, as if he wanted to convey some information.
Going back, there are four types of supernatural phenomena witnessed - huge eyes, huge mouth, mysterious smoke column, and mysterious figure standing in the thin fog.
After reading it, Nick took out his cell phone and made a call, saying to the other end: "Hello? Stephen, is Schiller there?"
"He's sleeping, are you sure? Go and check... OK, he's really there."
"No, nothing, I just have to make sure it's not him, you know, although it doesn't seem to have anything to do with him, but who knows."
"What? He woke up? Let him answer the phone! Hello? Schiller, I'm here... Okay, calm down..."
"No, you're dreaming! I don't have anything to consult, and I can't pay you for consulting, bye!"
Nick put down the phone, glanced at Coulson across the table, then glanced at the documents on the table, sighed deeply, and said.
"I suspect this may be related to the mutation of San Francisco residents. It has been adjusted to the highest priority and is ready to be established. The code name is... 'Visitor in the Mist'."
A sharp turn