Chapter 313 Language! (Part 1)
New York, Manhattan, this extremely prosperous and busy city, can only be slightly quiet at night, until it is completely dark, the snow gradually stops, the air is still very cold, the snow that has accumulated all day is piled on both sides of the street, dyed warm by the lit street lights.
In the windows on both sides of the street, the mannequins have put on off-white elk sweaters and red and green scarves. A series of shining light bulbs are hung on the top of the window, and there are too many gift boxes in the corner.
Although it is still a while before Christmas, these businesses that occupy the best locations in New York have already prepared for the upcoming holiday shopping spree.
The huge Christmas tree in the middle of the central roundabout has been put into place step by step, but the light bulbs on it have not been lit yet, and the gift boxes are all covered with thick snow. There is no time to clean it, but the crowds of people taking photos have been endless.
In the reception room on the top floor of the west side of Arkham Sanatorium, Schiller held a cup in one hand, leaning against the French window, watching the children chasing and playing on the street downstairs. Strange sat on the sofa, picking up some scattered magazines.
"I don't know who told me yesterday that he would never wear an elk sweater this Christmas." Schiller didn't turn his head, but Strange heard his ridicule. He snorted and looked down at his blue and white elk sweater.
It was a very ordinary turtleneck sweater, light blue from the collar to the shoulders, then white, and then light blue again. There was a blue pattern of elk and snowflakes on the white part. It can be said that this is an ordinary elk sweater that will most likely be worn by others on Christmas.
Strange flipped through the magazine in his hand and said, "I didn't even look at it when I passed by the window, but I felt sorry for the clerk who couldn't sell all the goods, so I bought one. As for you, I thought you were the kind of person who didn't like to join in the fun."
Strange looked back at Schiller, who 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 the chest. The probability of wearing this sweater is much smaller than that of Strange, but it can't be said that it is completely impossible.
"After all, everyone likes to wear it this way, and I don't want to be unique." Schiller said after taking a sip of water.
At this moment, the door creaked, and Steve walked in wearing an elk sweater. He was stunned when he saw Strange and Schiller's outfits. Steve scratched his head and 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 perfectly combined the Strange style and Schiller's style, red and green, with a white elk on the chest.
"Captain, this color is too old-fashioned. Did you choose it yourself?" Strange looked at Steve and asked.
Steve came over, sat on the sofa, bent his arms, put his hands on his knees and said, "Nick gave it to me. He said that SHIELD should have a festive atmosphere. Not only me, but Natasha and Hill also received this gift, but they thought the color and style were too old-fashioned, so they didn't wear it."...
"But I think it's just right. After all, old-fashioned clothes are just right for old-fashioned people." Steve smiled and said.
"I hope that next time I go to the SHIELD base, I won't see a huge Christmas tree with golden bells on it, or a roof full of small colored lights." Strange made a cross on his chest, and the three of them laughed.
"I really can't compliment Nick's aesthetics. Although we are all from that era, he obviously doesn't understand that the aesthetics of that era are not retro now, but old-fashioned." Steve shook his head.
"Let's talk business." Schiller came over, put the cup on the table, then walked to the other side of the dining table, took the other two cups and poured water for the two people.
"I heard Nick wants to hold a Christmas dance?"
Before Schiller finished speaking, Strange raised his hands and said, "Oh my God, spare me, doesn't he know how busy we are?"
"Yes." Steve nodded, rubbing his hand on the cup, and said, "You know, he has been committed to uniting these people with special abilities and forming a team..."
"He will not miss any opportunity to gather us together to chat, talk, and improve cohesion. Although I have no opinion on this kind of activity, I can think of the cumbersome procedures of the dance, which gives me a headache."
Schiller and Strange looked at each other and said, "The most troublesome part should be the dance partner, right?"
Steve sighed deeply. Strange wanted to squeeze him, but when he thought of 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 Sanctum Sanctorum for a week. Can you believe it?"
"Those demons call me for every little thing, from territory disputes, loan interest rates, multi-party negotiations to lost and found, pet foster care, and insomnia chats. What do they think this place is?"
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 Sakaar and haven't come back yet. I don't know if they can come back before Christmas..."
"What are they doing there?" Schiller asked in confusion: "Isn't it a wild planet?"
"Yes, but you should know Thor's character. He wants to save the slaves there, and Loki doesn't know what he thinks, and he's also fooling around with his brother. Master Ancient One has said this several times." Strange drank a sip of water, then frowned and looked at the cup and said: "Why is this hot water? No tea or coffee?"
"Now At 10 o'clock in the evening, do you plan to spend the night? "" Strangqi leaned his lips and put down the cup and said, "It is better to not worry about those two brothers who don't come back. At least we don't have to worry about what chaos they make trouble on the earth. After all, Tol's divine power has been restored, and Rock is estimated to be faster ..." Steve also nodded, "Yes, even if they have no divine power, they will restore their divine power. If you still live among ordinary people, it will inevitably bring them danger, and Nick has a headache again. "..." It seems that you both are busy recently, only I am a idle man. " There are a lot of strange things, even Peter is so terrible. "" What happened? "" I have been busy investigating this recently. Maybe you heard that the spiritual events in the Queen's area have been heard? " "Yes, as you know, there are many residential areas and cemeteries in New York. Recently, some residents said that they saw dead spirits and skeletons near the cemeteries, and there are many rumors about will-o'-the-wisps."
"Doesn't this happen every year?" Strange said with some disdain: "The hospital where I work loves to spread this kind of gossip the most, such as a body suddenly missing from the morgue, seeing will-o'-the-wisps in the corridor at night, and a patient who had died long ago suddenly appearing in a window. What is there to discuss?"
"The difference is that among the witnesses this time are Spider-Man Peter and his uncle and aunt."
"Their family lives in Forest Hills, Queens. The west side of Forest Hills Park is Forest Hills Cemetery. First, Peter saw something that looked like a skeleton when he went out to walk the dog, and then the will-o'-the-wisps scared his aunt, so he is busy investigating this matter recently."
Strange was silent, and Schiller fell into thought, because they both knew Peter, and he was not the kind of person who liked to make a fuss and exaggerate.
Steve looked at Strange and asked him: "This should be something in your magic world. Can your magicians revive skeletons or drive will-o'-the-wisp?"
Strange propped his chin with his knuckles and said while thinking: "In theory, it is possible. The power of a magician actually comes from exchange. If the power of his exchange object has the attribute of reviving the dead, then he should be able to control the dead and skeletons."
"But in fact, almost no magician would do this, because it is meaningless. All exchanges must be paid for, and the power gained should be used in more useful places. What's the use of reviving corpses and undead? Scary?"
"Well... can't they attack or something?"
Schiller looked at Steve and said: "Captain, you are a fighting master, 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 the protection of magic, skeletons have no muscles and can hardly withstand any sharp weapons. The corpses are no different from ordinary people except that they are disgusting..."
"To make these things have strong combat capabilities, you need There are a lot of magic energy. "Strangqi explained:" You must use these forces to protect the bones of their whole body and the muscles that have already begun to rot. They also have to give them the power of the fire of the soul, so that they can pick up the basic intelligence of weapons and enemy battles ... "" If there are so many energy, you can actually create more powerful monsters than these things. Montana has made a dark magic dragon, and there are also Master of the Dead driven a group of soul -eater attacking the hospital ... "" And the skeleton ... at least I have never heard of someone doing this in Kama Tajin. Even if this thing is protected by magic, it takes a very large number to attack the modern human city. "Steve touched his chin. Big monsters invade the city faster, what do they want to do? "Do they make panic?" Schiller shook his head and said, "It doesn't look like. If they want to create panic, they should go to Manhattan or Brooklyn. These two places are the center of New York. Go.
Just as they were discussing this topic, Steve's phone suddenly rang. He picked up the phone and pressed the answer button. Peter's voice was heard on the other side.
"Captain, there are skeletons! The kind that can move! In the Forest Hills Cemetery, can you come over?!"
"Listen, Peter, calm down. The situation is very critical, right? I'll be there right away..."
"Uh... It's not that 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 brains, so they shouldn't be able to faint, right?"
Steve looked up at Strange, who spread his hands and said, "Well, I should have a cup of coffee. It seems that I have to stay up all night again today..."