A Journey of American Comics Starting from the Zombie Universe

Chapter 105

What is the earliest memory a person can recall?
For others, it may be lying on a warm and soft crib, or a breath of cool air, or something else.

Some people only remember things after the age of five, some people only remember things after the age of three, but very few people can remember things before the age of one.

Those memories that have left you are more like another reality. As time goes by, people, places, and even sounds and colors will change, but the emotions and traces of what happened will always remain. will not change.

But for Emma Frost, this is hardly a problem. Before her mutant powers reached their peak at the age of 20, she could already cry from her first cry after birth to which foot came first this morning. Getting out of bed is completely recorded in my mind.

Such a large amount of memory is bound to bring a burden, but Emma is one of the five telepaths in the world who can perfectly change the minds of others, so it is extremely easy to resolve these things.

As for breaking through a gangster's thinking, it was no problem for her.

"Okay. Let me look for it. Where is the moment you remember most?" Emma, ​​wearing a white mask, stretched her waist, put down her hands and turned her head to look around.

Everything around her seemed empty and pale, without any tangible entity that could be touched or felt, as if even time and space had no clear meaning here.

The boundlessness of space makes people feel overwhelmingly confused, but in this void, there is a strange and strong sense of existence.

In this space, every tiny movement and every ethereal thought seems to be infinitely magnified. Every step and every breath is like exploring an endless universe.

For those who are beginners in telepathy, many people will get lost inside the thinking space, whether they are those with weak abilities that cannot escape, or those who are slightly stronger and can create everything they need in their consciousness and become addicted to it. people.

But Emma was not one of the two. She took off the white mask used to cover her face with some ease, revealing a beautiful and young face. Her body was aging, but her spirit was not.

There seemed to be a faintly flickering spot of light in the distance. She tilted her head slightly, and immediately appeared next to the floating spot of light. inside the room.

The walls are full of cracks, and there are some disorganized items piled up in the corners. The screens on the windows have faded, and the wind blows in from the windows, bringing a little coolness.

What is shown in front of you is a fixed scene, an important place in the gangster's consciousness. The surrounding environment seems to be frozen in a specific moment, and time stands still here.

She turned her head slowly, her eyes fell on a woman on the bed, it was a withered woman, her skin was pale and withered.

A faint light appeared in the corner of the room, illuminating the dark area, where a sallow-looking boy was quietly lowering his head.

The boy's posture was slightly rickety, as if he was carrying a heavy burden that was prematurely weakening his body.His fingers held it gently, as if he was holding on to something indescribable, or a memory that was difficult to let go.

The woman on the bed stretched out a skinny hand and tremblingly grabbed the syringe on the table next to her. Her dry skin was covered with small holes.

After thinking about it, Emma raised her hand and waved, and a stream of silver light enveloped the scene, and then turned into countless particles and dispersed. The scene seemed a little different from before.

The syringe on the table was still there, but the woman reached out to the boy in the corner, and Emma walked over and gently lifted the boy's bowed head so that he could see the own hand.

In an instant, she could feel that this gangster's personality seemed to have changed a little. There was a warmth in his heart that he had never experienced before. He no longer felt that those good deeds and good people were hypocritical, but it turned into a deep love. envy.

"It seems that's not enough." The White Queen touched her chin and thought for a moment, then pinched the light spot floating beside her with her fingers. The scene changed again, as if it were a fast-forward scene in a movie, and finally settled on a narrow street.

The buildings on both sides of the street are towering, and a dozen people are running around in fear, their faces are distorted by fear, and they seem to be looking for an exit in a hurry.

Behind them, a group of thugs on motorcycles chased them, and the engine made a low roar, like a hunting beast roaring.

The slightly older boy stood quietly behind the trash can on the corner of the street, his eyes were calm and deep, as if he was familiar with the chaos in front of him, there was no panic on his face, only an elusive trace of envy and Happy?
Emma, ​​who was squatting beside him, frowned and followed the boy's line of sight. A boy who was bigger than him and had no hair was being whipped on the face by the iron chain thrown by the thugs, with blood spattering everywhere.

The hairless boy once snatched food from gangsters as a punishment in his childhood, and then died today.

Tapping her cheek with her fingertips, Emma thought about it again, the streamer appeared again to wash the street, the bald boy was still drawn by the chain, but this time the boy standing behind the trash can was not the same as before.

A thug appeared next to the trash can at some point. With a grin, he also swung the red-hot iron chain towards the boy, but it only narrowly missed the tip of his nose. The hot feeling on the edge of life and death has been there ever since. The boy's mind was branded, and he screamed, reconciling with the bald boy in his heart and fleeing away.

He learned to empathize with the pain of others.

"not enough."

The streamer appeared again and swallowed everything.

"All right."

Emma opened her eyes, moved her fingers away from her temples, first touched the mask, and then said a little tiredly.

She can indeed completely modify a person's personality, but the consumption cannot be ignored. She feels as tired as if she had just run a cross-country race.

Fortunately, she fulfilled her mission and did it.

The little punk lying on the ground frowned slightly and opened his eyes, as if he was adapting to the light in front of him and the surrounding environment. There seemed to be some vague fragments flashing in his mind, which plunged him into a brief confusion.

Then, a familiar emotion surged into his heart, as if he remembered something important, he said a name softly: "Mom. I'm sorry."

Tears swirled in his eyes and finally fell down. He lay quietly on the ground and let the tears wet his cheeks.

"Maybe some people will see this as cruelty, but I see it as a kind of kindness. A kind of hospice care for the walking dead like you."

The Hulkbuster armor slowly opened, and Bai Ye walked out of it. He looked at the sobbing gangster and said, then stretched out a hand and gently stroked his back, "Do you feel it?"

"You are a good person now."

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(End of this chapter)