Marvel's Planeswalkers

Marvel Universe, New York, Chinatown.

On the roof of a slightly old five-story house along the street, an Asian young man about 20 years old was wearing white short-sleeved upper body, blue and white jeans, dragging flip-flops, standing on sale from the supermarket. In front of the barbecue grill I bought.

The young man held a cigarette in the corner of his mouth, and flipped the T-bone steak on the grill from time to time with his right hand. However, one side of the steak was burnt but still bloodshot, telling us that the young man's attention was not on the steak.

The young man stared blankly at his left hand holding a bottle of beer. Of course, what the young man was looking at was not the cheap beer, but the one on the index and middle fingers of his left hand, which was connected by a long piece of brass-colored metal. Ring of weirdness.

Although the ring was strange, the young man knew that this brass-colored ring had a famous name in the world - the Hanging Ring.

After a long time, a smell of burnt meat made the young man turn his attention back to the steak. The young man curled his lips and put down the fork for flipping the steak: Why eat if it's burnt?

Carrying a beer, the young man squatted in the corner, touching his belly with a trace of bitterness on his lips: Two years, two years since he came to this world, his soul has finally been perfectly integrated with his body, even if he is caught by the people from the Master Temple. Well, I'm afraid I can't see any clues about the spirit body...

Thinking back to two years ago, when the young man first came to this world, he looked confused. He was neither struck by lightning nor fell into the sewer. He just took a nap. When he thought he was getting up to wash up and go to work at dawn, he found that he was lying on the bed. On the hospital bed, there was a black nurse next to me who was busy changing the dressing for the patient next to her.

The young man thought something was wrong with his body and didn't think much about it. He subconsciously thought that a black nurse came to the hospital and that was it.

The young man said feebly: "Then take it?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the young man immediately realized that something was wrong with him. Having spoken Mandarin all his life, how could he suddenly change the normal tone of "Where is this" into the funny feeling of a foreigner learning to speak Chinese with his tongue stiffened?

When the black nurse heard what the young man said, she subconsciously turned to look at the young man and shouted, "Oh, buy it." Then she spoke a string of English that the young man did not understand.

The young man was stunned for a moment: Sister Black Nurse, except for the first sentence, I understand it, what did you say next? Don’t you know that my English test score did not exceed 20 points? Also, since you have gone abroad to work, can you stop speaking your own mother tongue and speak Chinese if you can?

Looking at the nurse who had been speaking English, the young man felt a secret desire in his heart. He wanted to teach the black nurse tongue twisters, such as red carp, green carp, and donkey, in return for the hard work he had to learn 29 letters. The great hatred of the table.

Something doesn't seem right. There are only 25 letters. It doesn't seem right either.

With his confused little eyes open, the young man was confused: How many English letters are there in the alphabet?

The young man finally gave up thinking and muttered in a weird colloquial voice: "Whatever, I have already returned these contents to the physical education teacher."

Seeing the young man's stunned expression and unclear speech, the nurse stopped what she was doing in a panic, turned around and ran out of the ward to find a doctor. She felt that the young man who was sent from the scene of the car accident could still be rescued, at least she didn't think that the young man had died. After regaining consciousness, didn't you see that the other party hadn't even recovered the ability to speak?

Seeing the black nurse rushing out of the door, the young man subconsciously wanted to reach out his right hand to touch his dizzy forehead, but found that although his brain issued instructions, his right hand took two seconds to touch his forehead.

Under what circumstances can the body still experience delays or network lags? Or is this a disease I have? Could it be that my procrastination has evolved into procrastination?

By the way, is there any cure for this disease? As long as the treatment is good, I swear to the hospital light that I will never delay doing anything in the future.

The confused young man was still immersed in regret. The ward door was pushed open again, and a white man wearing a doctor's white coat walked quickly to the young man's side. He opened the young man's eyelids with one hand and raised the small hand in his hand. The flashlight shone randomly into the young man's eyeballs.

The young man whose eyes were dazzled wanted to push the white man's hand away, but unfortunately it took two seconds before his hand slowly grabbed the doctor's hand and said, "I'm dizzy."

Well, the changed tone of "I'm dizzy" and the normal reaction of the pupils allowed the doctor to confirm that the young man in front of him had woken up. As for the slurred speech, it was not his responsibility. That was the responsibility of the brain doctor.

The doctor said in fluent English: "Mr. Li Feng, do you feel uncomfortable anywhere else?"

Li Feng was stunned: The name is indeed my name, but brother, which hospital is this? Why do they all speak English? Except for my name, I don’t understand a word of the rest of the English language.

Seeing that Li Feng had no reaction, the doctor turned to the black nurse behind him and said, "Is his brain CT done?"

The nurse nodded and said: "It has been placed on the brain doctor's desk." After hesitating for a moment, the nurse glanced at Li Feng and continued: "The police are still waiting to ask Li Feng, do you want them to come in?"

The doctor thought for a while, then turned to look at Li Feng who looked confused, shrugged and said: "Although at present, I don't think the police can ask anything, but I still give the police 5 minutes of questioning time. Remember to remind the police that the patient needs to rest." ”

After saying that, the doctor turned and left. What reason did he have to stay in the ward when the patient was awake? You must know that he is very busy. Li Feng was not the only one injured in this car accident.

After a while, Li Feng was confused as he watched two fat white policemen follow the black nurse into his ward: What's going on? My family sent me abroad for treatment after I had an attack? Why are all of them foreigners?

A policeman pulled a chair in front of Li Feng, sat down, took out a folder from the information bag and said: "Li Feng, English name Austin, second-generation Chinese, born in New York, parents died in an accident last year, these information are correct, right?"

Another policeman standing at the end of the bed had a hint of apology on his face, drew a circle in front of his face with his right hand, and said: "I'm sorry, Mr. Li Feng, my colleague has face blindness for Asians, so we need to ask for your basic information to confirm that it is you."

Li Feng didn't care what the two were asking, he only knew that he didn't understand a word except the two words "Li Feng".

Realizing that he was abroad, Li Feng said awkwardly in poor Chinese: "Sorry, I don't understand what you are saying."

The two policemen were stunned. They did hear that Li Feng was speaking Chinese, but they didn't know what he meant.

The policeman holding Li Feng's information flipped through the information in his hand, glanced at his colleague inexplicably, and said: "There is no record of Li Feng going abroad, nor does it show that Li Feng's previous school has Chinese courses. It is estimated that he was taught by his deceased Chinese parents."

After saying that, the policeman who was flipping through the information looked at Li Feng unkindly: What's the point of speaking Chinese in front of me? Does it show that you are cultured?

At this time, the patient lying next to Li Feng leaned over and said to the police: "He said he couldn't understand what you were saying."

The two policemen looked at each other: Don't understand? You said that you are a second-generation Chinese who has never been abroad. You listen, read and write in English every day. Now you tell me that you don't understand? Are you kidding me?

The nurse next to him was also stunned. She seemed to understand something and said hesitantly to the police: "Li Feng injured his brain in the car accident. Could this be the reason for his amnesia?"

Amnesia made him forget English, but remember Chinese

Faced with the police's confusion, the nurse said that she couldn't explain it. Who can explain the amnesia clearly?

With the help of Li Feng's fellow patient's translation, Li Feng understood that the reason why he was lying in bed was because he had a car accident 2 hours ago.

But Li Feng was confused. He didn't remember that he had a car accident, and: What did it mean that his parents died in an accident last year? My parents are fine.

When the fellow patient translated that Li Feng was only 18 years old and a second-generation Chinese, Li Feng suddenly understood what happened to him.

Li Feng looked calm on the surface, but he shouted wildly in his heart: "My soul traveled across the ocean to New York, and then borrowed a corpse to revive? If there is a soul in this world, do zombies really exist? Is there any other world? It seems that I have made an amazing discovery."

"But amnesia is indeed a good excuse to deal with the police, and I have a doctor's certificate that I have a brain injury. The police can't do anything to me, but as long as I leave the hospital and return to China, does it matter whether I lose my memory or not? It doesn't matter. I can still buy vegetables."

There is no need to continue the questioning. Let alone asking Li Feng to clarify his home address, the other party has lost his memory to the point that he can't even speak English. What else can the two policemen do? Break open Li Feng's brain to see if there is any memory of the car accident?

Before the two policemen left, considering the severity of Li Feng's amnesia, they specially copied a copy of Li Feng's information and gave it to Li Feng, and left a business card. Under the translation of the patient, they said: "If you remember anything, remember to call us. This car accident is quite serious, so for us, the more witness testimonies, the better."

A few days later, the doctor said that Li Feng could be discharged from the hospital. As for when the lost memory would be restored, the doctor said he didn't know, maybe tomorrow, maybe never.

However, Li Feng said that he didn't care about the lost memory at all, and he didn't want to continue living in New York.

Li Feng, who didn't want to stay in the hospital for a moment, changed his hospital gown on the spot and left the hospital directly.

At the door of the hospital, Li Feng stopped a taxi and pointed the home address given by the police to the taxi, indicating where he was going.

Along the way, the taxi driver kept saying something. Li Feng smiled and said that he didn't understand at first, until he saw a photo of Stark Industrial Park on the newspaper left by the previous passenger.

Li Feng realized that something was wrong. He had seen this photo before.

He remembered clearly that Tony in Iron Man 2 took this industrial park template home from Pepper's office, discovered and created new elements from it, and completely cured his palladium poisoning.

Swallowing his saliva, Li Feng smiled and pointed at the photo and said to the taxi driver: "Tony Stark?"

The driver turned his head and looked at the photo. He thought Li Feng was asking him when the trade fair would open. He smiled and nodded and said: "Yes, the Stark Group's arms trade fair will open on Tuesday. Do you want to attend, sir?"