Marvel Book of Magical Events

In the long past, human beings learned to train animals just as they learned to use tools.

Since the birth of farming and grazing, cattle, horses, sheep, dogs and other livestock have also become an indispensable part of human production and life. They have replaced the flesh and blood obtained during hunting, and provided human beings with animal protein and food in a stable way. Vegetable protein, even tools and even war materials. But only one creature's purpose is not so clear, and it is not even fully domesticated. It neither provides enough protein for humans, nor is it keen to rampage when humans are resting. Its only role is to eliminate some small rodents, although their enthusiasm for this sole job is not very active. But when the hot little creature lay snoring in the arms of a human, any anger would be blown away.

The chubby Cheshire cat rolled over, belly up, in an attempt to divert the attention of its owner.

hey look at me! Don't look at that thing! puff!

Let me eat your hair!

"I'm sorry, dear Dinah, can you please clean up the Cheshire cat's litter box, and what's outside the litter box?" Salomon made a request to the android maid, and then looked helplessly at the place. A fat gray shorthair cat that just rolls in its arms. The room they are in now is next door to the Witch's Apartment, which Salomon bought as a dormitory for Dinah. There are also several artificial humans in charge of security work living with her, but they are all participating in training at the moment (actually attending evening prayer), so Salomon uses this as a temporary living room to receive guests.

It is not so much an entertainment as an interview.

"I think we met." Matthew Murdoch tried to stay calm, but the scars on his face suggested that the invitation to the interview did not go so well. If it weren't for the cyborg wearing power armor to take tough measures, the blind lawyer would never have accepted this inexplicable invitation, because he has made many enemies recently, and many people want his life.

He was panting, a big cut was made in his neat suit, and his robust body was covered with scars. Some are on the verge of recovery, while others are more recent injuries. This made Salomon a little curious about what supported this person to go to work every day.

His enemies do not include the man in front of him.

Even if he couldn't see it, he could tell that the man's tone was harmless.

"I'm sorry to invite you here in such a way. It's SHIELD who usually say such things. I didn't expect that I would say such things one day. I hope you are not allergic to cat fur." ​​Salomon chuckled. He stroked the chubby cat, then put the hot little guy on the table. He noticed that Matthew Murdoch's dark-glassed head turned unconsciously towards the Cheshire Cat. "Yes, we met, just a few years ago. At that time you had just started a law firm with your friend, Lawyer Murdoch."

Matthew Murdoch thought for a while, and finally remembered the boy he had seen in the alley in the past.

For him, everyone's heartbeat sound is completely different, and he remembers some special sounds, such as the person sitting in front of him. His heart was beating so hard, so strong, as if he had overheard the pulse of a reactor as Iron Man passed overhead, that Matthew Murdoch had to wonder what was different about this man's body.

It happened on Christmas Eve a few years ago, when crime was high.

He just graduated, and soon, he wants to open a law firm with his friends. Before that, he was wandering aimlessly in the alleys, trying to help some innocent people who fell into the hands of gangsters, and this teenager was one of the targets he met that day. Originally, he wanted to help, but what he didn't expect was that the young man killed those gun-wielding gangsters with his bare hands, and took away the big guns they were carrying.

"Ha! It's you!" Lawyer Murdoch said, "Do you need legal aid?"

"Compared with legal aid, I think I need your ability more."

"My professional ability?" Matthew Murdoch said with a smile. Maybe it was because the fact that Salomon didn't kill the little gangster that day gave him the confidence to negotiate, or maybe it was the smell of book pages and expensive perfume on Salomon's body, or maybe it was the gentle sound of the delicate suit rubbing against each other. , anyway, he seemed to relax a bit. The two of them are like bulls and matadors who keep turning around in the bullring, both want to seize the opportunity to provoke the red cloth, but he knows that there is no sharp knife behind the red cloth.

Matthew Murdoch is ready to explode.

"Are you a Catholic, Lawyer Murdoch?" Salomon changed the subject.

"Call me Matt. Yes, I'm Catholic."

"I was born in the parking lot of a Catholic church in New York, maybe the church you go to is where I was born. But that doesn't make me Catholic. My poor mother is an illegal immigrant, she is Jewish, She gave birth to me in poverty and disease. It is absurd to say that some monks with a sick mind will think that this is a sign of the birth of the Messiah, and more than once." Matthew Murdoch raised his eyebrows , waiting for Salomon to continue, "Each of us has to bear the responsibility, no matter whether the responsibility is born or given. Do you agree with this view?"

"Yes, I agree." The lawyer nodded. "Sorry to hear that."

"It's no big deal. I know where her grave is, and I'll be with her when I have time." Salomon took a deep breath, "Let's get back to the original question, Matt. Do you think Are you responsible for the events that your own ability can involve?"

The lawyer's body stiffened. He subconsciously reached for the blind stick that was lying aside, but he soon realized that it was a trap. "I have a responsibility to help those poor people that my ability to litigate can help, and Nelson Murdoch Law Firm will reach out to all those in need in the Clinton District." He said, "I will do my best to help them maintain their legal rights. rights and interests."

"You are a qualified lawyer, but not a qualified private law sanctioner." Salomon said with a smile. He ignored the lawyer's tensed muscles, and Dinah, who was shoveling the litter behind him, didn't respond. "I've heard the recent news in the Clinton district, which is Hell's Kitchen. Police killers, Russian gangsters were killed." He said, "I know that you didn't do those things, but this does not prevent public opinion from putting these things to rest." on your head."

Matthew Murdoch's hairs exploded. He tried to reach for the cane, but the sudden numbness prevented him from moving.

Salomon beckoned, the refrigerator door opened automatically, and two bottles of monastery beer flew out by themselves, landing in front of him and the lawyer. Due to the excellent alchemy body, it is difficult for artificial people to get drunk, so they have a special hobby for alcohol. To satisfy them, Salomon struck a long-term deal with a well-connected craft beer supplier to purchase a large quantity of Westvleteren 12 abbey beer.

"I know there's something in Hell's Kitchen. It's something supernatural," he said. "It's something from the Shadow Realm. In technical terms, it's a creature from the Shadow Plane. In fact, you stop yourself Your master was right to kill the boy. If the boy dies, the shadow creature called 'Black Sky' will shift its target again. That thing is quite hard to kill, and 'Black Sky' has been quiet for thousands of years, until recently .”

"Who the hell are you!" the lawyer gritted his teeth and asked. He didn't know why Salomon knew what happened last night, and he didn't know what the "hacker" Salomon was talking about. But the intelligence capabilities and special abilities displayed by this person were enough to make Matthew Murdoch vigilant.

"A professional magician, belonging to an organization that specializes in dealing with creatures like 'Black Sky'." Salomon helped him open the beer lid and dispelled the magic at the same time, "Taste it, this craft beer is better than you used to drink Industrial beer is much better."

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