I’m a Detective In the Marvel World

Xie Lun stood in the darkness where he couldn't see his fingers, only a faint white light was emitting within one meter around him. Fingernail-sized snowflakes fell one after another, falling on the body, hands, face, and neck. When I reached out and twirled it, I found that the snowflakes were not white, but gray.

For a moment, Xie Lun couldn't tell whether it was snow or gray falling from the sky...

Xie Lun is very clear that he is in an illusion, but what confuses him is that he has no way to break this illusion and let himself leave here.

The front, back, left, and right are all dark, and Xie Lun dare not act rashly without knowing the direction. Who knows what is hidden in the darkness, if you lose your way, it may be more difficult to get out.

He could only stand where he was, and use the ability of the "shroud" to sense his surroundings to see if he could find a way out.

Strips of black linen protruded from Xie Lun's body, like the snake letter of a poisonous snake, swaying in the air. Suddenly, as if sensing something, the strip of cloth shot out in one direction, and after a while, it straightened and stayed in mid-air.

Xie Lun frowned, followed the strip of cloth and walked forward.

The wind seems to be getting stronger.

Gray snowflakes, following the wind, hit Xie Lun's head and face, making him even more unable to recognize the direction. In desperation, he could only grab the linen strip suspended in mid-air with one hand, and block his eyes with the other hand, struggling to move forward.

I don't know how long I walked like this, let alone how far I walked. Anyway, Xie Lun's whole body was covered with gray snowflakes. Looking from a distance, he looked like a snowman. Knowing this time, Xie Lun finally saw a small white dot appeared in the darkness ahead.

Xie Lun regained his energy and walked forward quickly, the white dot gradually became clear, it was a round disc. After getting closer, Xie Lun saw that there was a tall Caucasian man standing in front of the white disc.

He has curvy long blond hair shawl, a full face of blond beard, a pair of dark eyes, wearing a linen robe, standing barefoot in the snow.

And that round of white disc was suspended behind that person's head.

Seeing Xie Lun who walked in like a snowman, the other party smiled, let go of the hand holding the linen strip, and a soft male voice said: "Sorry, child, I can't move, so I can only trouble you to come over by yourself .”

"child?"

Xie Lun shook the gray snow on his body, looking at the man who was three heads taller than him. Although most of his face was covered by beards, he could still tell that the other party was not particularly old.

"Who is your Excellency? Why is it in my spiritual world?"

The other party spread his hands: "Look at my shape,

Can't you see it? "

"Uh..." Xie Lun blinked his eyes, "Chris Evans? (Note, here is a complaint that Chris likes to grow a beard outside the play)"

"Well, considering that you are not my believer, it's normal not to recognize me. But you should be familiar with my form, right?"

The man stretched out his arms, and the white disk floating on the back of his head suddenly turned scarlet, and a huge cross appeared behind the man out of thin air, and then the man's overall aura changed.

From warm and upward, it has changed to dark and terrifying.

Xie Lun looked at the man covered in blood, but the expression on his face did not change, he just suddenly realized: "Holy Son?"

"To be exact, it's just a small afterimage of the Holy Son."

The other party still maintained the appearance of being crucified, with blood on the corner of his mouth, but the voice

Still soft and sweet.

Xie Lun frowned, hesitantly said: "Shroud?"

"Strictly speaking, that drop of holy blood is more important." Afterimage of the Holy Son said calmly, "Of course, this is still not enough to wake me up. I was only awakened by the impact of the massive dark power. In the body of an unbelievers."

Xie Lun shrugged his shoulders: "There is no way. People who do not pray to gods and worship Buddha these days are often much stronger than believers. What's more, those who believe in you, I am afraid that you are the last thing they want to appear."

The Holy Son nodded: "That's right."

Xie Lun frowned and said, "But Your Royal Highness, can you change your posture? You hang on the cross like this, I always have the illusion that I am praying."

The Holy Son didn't have any objections, and quickly transformed into the peaceful form that he met at the beginning, smiling: "Xie Lun, although you are not my believer, both the shroud and the holy blood have chosen you, It means that you must have advantages that I cannot see. Then while I am still conscious, you can make a wish, and I can try my best to satisfy you."

"Get me out of here."

Xie Lun said without hesitation.

The Son smiled and said, "Are you sure it's such a simple wish? Since ancient times, countless mortals have prayed to the gods, but most of them are for money, beauty, immortality, power and power, and you just want to leave here?"

Xie Lun nodded: "I am very realistic, Your Royal Highness. Money, although I am neither too much nor too little. Beauty? Hehe, not to mention. Longevity? I always believe that there is no perfect immortality in this world, otherwise Where have all the gods gone?"

"As for power? Your Royal Highness, you should be able to see that I am already much stronger than most of my peers. So I have no extravagant demands. I can only leave this unlucky place so that I can continue to live a life full of beauties. .”

The Holy Son looked at Xie Lun quietly, and Xie Lun's eyes were fixed on him without any movement. After a while, the Holy Son smiled and said, "Very well, you didn't lie. But what if now?"

Suddenly, a familiar voice came from the darkness around him: "Father, mother, where are you? Brother, where are you..."

Xie Lun's body froze, and he suddenly turned his head to look in the direction of the voice: "Sheryl?"

Shengzi smiled and said: "I can feel that this girl has more weight in your heart than your uncle and aunt. Then this girl is also trapped in the darkness now, how should you choose?"

Xie Lun's expression became uneasy, and he said coldly: "Jesus, I think you are old enough to save face, so I will give you some face and call you Holy Son. Don't push your nose on your face, you want to cause trouble for me. Don't Forget, this is my spiritual world, if I fight to the death, I can die with you."

Shengzi still had a peaceful smile on his face: "It doesn't matter, anyway, it's just an afterimage, and it will dissipate sooner or later. It's already an accident that I can wake up now."

Xie Lun suddenly raised his hand, and countless straw tentacles shot out from his body, but the holy son seemed to be transparent, and the tentacles passed through him without causing any impact at all.

"Confused, Xie Lun, this is the spiritual world, and I am an illusion. What's the use of attacking me?"

The Son smiled and said: "You have this time, why not think about your next choice. Because that little girl's time is probably running out."

In the darkness, Shelley's cries for help became more and more urgent, and she should have started to run. And all around, a low-pitched growl sounded faintly, as if some terrifying monster was following her.

Xie Lun suddenly sneered: "As you said, this is just an illusion, so what should I worry about?"

The Son smiled: "Are you sure?"

Xie Lun was silent, fixed his eyes on the smiling Son, and gritted his teeth. After a while, he gritted his teeth and said, "Sun thief, do you think I really have nothing to do with you?"