Three-stream detection simulator

The westernmost island of Hawaii is a human settlement called Puwai.

A tall and lanky middle-aged man with an unshaven beard, a gloomy face, borrowed a speedboat from local fishermen, and sailed toward the depths of the North Pacific—he was the original leader of the Yuwen Church. After abandoning his identity, everyone called him the captain. There is also an elderly guide sitting on the boat, wearing a medieval helmet, who claims to be from the Sky Eye Society, and his code name is "Fisherman".

The speedboat gradually moved away from the coast. The captain asked: "Can this really work?"

"You have no other choice, do you?" the fisherman replied, "Hibida's bell disappeared in the day. Even if it was Constantine who did it, ordinary people would not be able to get the prop back from him. 'Sea' now I’m going to let you go, but I don’t know which scapegoat it will find. Sooner or later it will follow you, right?”

A flash of fear flashed across the captain's gray face.

A few days ago, he felt water flowing around his nose and ears almost all the time. The soft, clear and invisible sea water brought an overwhelming sense of oppression. It was difficult for him to breathe, his eyes could not see, his feet were like walking in a swamp, and his fingers were like lead weights, and it was difficult to lift them. Others asked him what was wrong, but he was speechless. His voice seemed to come from the bottom of the sea, with a vague bubbling sound.

The sea entangles its prey.

When the captain dreams, his dreams are filled with the cry of the sea.

As a person who made his fortune from the sea, he actually had the idea of ​​never going near the sea again in his life. If people from the Sky Eye Society hadn't suddenly come to his door, claiming that they had a way to help him get rid of the threat of the "sea" once and for all, the captain would never have been willing to leave the coast and go to the depths of the Pacific Ocean.

This is land life.

He has no wings, so he is afraid of heights.

Unable to accept the suffocation and darkness, I dared not approach the deep sea.

Even the mental world representation of the entire ethnic group is gray and endless sea water.

Today, the captain will go to the mysterious country under the ocean, Atlantis, with the help of a fisherman.

According to ancient legends, the land originally stretched endlessly, but a great flood caused the sea and land to change. Atlantis, which was originally an island, sank to the bottom of the sea and became a "place inaccessible to ships."

The inhabitants of Atlantis are the descendants of ancient humans and magicians. They inherited magical talents and evolved the ability to survive underwater as the environment changed. Their bodies can withstand the high pressure of the seabed, their eyes can adapt to darkness, and their durability and speed far exceed that of ordinary humans.

After a while, the edge of the land completely disappeared from sight. The fisherman said: "It's time for us to change into diving suits. Don't worry, Tianyan will make arrangements. Someone will come to help us when we dive to a certain depth."

The captain still had doubts: "Will this really work? I mean, after all, it is the 'sea' of the mental world. The Atlanteans may indeed be good at dealing with real aquatic creatures..."

"Do you think the people of Atlantis have never seen the 'sea' in the mental world?" The fisherman said casually while changing clothes, "Think about it, for us, the sea represents threats and darkness that never disappears. . But for the people of Atlantis, the sea is their home, a paradise, and a paradise away from the troubles of the land. To tell you the truth, I have heard a rumor that the skill of "sea fishing" actually started out. Invented by the Atlanteans who could not return to the deep sea.”

The captain was stunned when he heard this: "Isn't it a special skill of the Ark Medicine Mage?"

The fisherman said: "The mage from Ark Medicine taught you this ability with absolutely no good intentions. You are a smart person and should be able to notice it."

The captain nodded silently with an air of resentment.

The fisherman actually didn't care about his reaction and continued: "The following are all my guesses, but think about it, how can humans think of fishing in the sea? Our mental world is like that, even if If you want to fish, you have to fish on land. Only people who live underwater all year round and cannot see the water would think of fishing in the sea. Only the Atlanteans who have experienced a certain degree of despair are not close to the water source. It's useless, it's useless to be close to the darkness. All I can think about is the sea flowing in my blood. So I think about it when I open my eyes, when I dream, and when I look at the asphalt road under our feet - the more I think about it, the sea will come. ”

The captain suddenly said: "So that's it."

"So to untie the bell, the person who tied it must be tied. Isn't it more useful for us to find the magician of Atlantis than you to pester Constantine?" The fisherman concluded, "The position is almost there, go into the water, I will follow you."

The captain was still wary: "You go first."

"Okay." The fisherman jumped into the water nonchalantly.

Seeing how straightforward he was, the captain no longer had any doubts. He put on his helmet, packed up his oxygen bottles, and slid down the side of the ship to the bottomless sea level.

As we all know, if you want to swim downward in water, you must exert force in the opposite direction. Therefore, people who swim and dive in the sea generally put their heads down and their feet up, and the same is true for captains.

But the fisherman didn't. He was like a beginner swimming, flopping in the water in a stupid posture and refusing to turn his head over, so it took him a long time to descend a little. The captain swam a little above him, their heads facing each other. The fisherman held the breathing regulator in his mouth, paying attention to the depth gauge out of the corner of his eye, looking up at the captain above, his flippers swaying gently in the water.

The captain felt that the surroundings were getting darker and darker. He followed the fisherman's guidance down, and his back felt hairy when the other party looked at him. He only felt that the diving goggles and water waves distorted his two eyes until they were wide and protruding, like dead fish. If it weren't for the difficulty of talking in the water, he would have definitely asked the fisherman if he couldn't fucking swim at all.

The number on the depth gauge increased little by little.

The captain couldn't help but waved two simple signals and asked: "How long will it take?"

When the fisherman saw this, he stopped and responded with a signal.

His movements were not very skillful and he stumbled. The captain suspected that he did not understand his question at all, because after he typed the letters and spelled them out, he did not answer the question at all:

"You... look like a person standing upside down now."

Said the fisherman's semaphore.

The captain shook his leg.

If you don't move like this in the water, how can you move forward?

He said impatiently: "What do you mean?"

The fisherman stopped responding. He closed his eyes and made the sign of the cross on his chest. At this moment, the familiar, whimpering sound of the waves sounded in the captain's ears.

…

After a long time, the fisherman dared to open his eyes. There was still only hazy and weak sunlight around him, but the difference was that the person who was floating above him disappeared at some point.

The fisherman felt his surroundings, but instead of relaxing, he became even more nervous. He kicked his legs hard like a frog, sprinting toward the water while thinking about a question:

Why doesn't it work?

——Why doesn’t it work? !

**

Before today no one would have thought that a cat could hold its own against three superheroes and hordes of agents.

Just like when Brother Cat was a little element-devouring beast who had just left his mother, he never thought that he would be sterilized one day.

The universe is so unpredictable that people cannot predict anything except knowing that it will one day die.

Half an hour later, Professor X in the room suddenly opened his eyes. He took a few small breaths, turned to look at Hercule who was lying on the bed and woke up at the same time, and asked: "How are you?"

Hercule is in good spirits. Professor X is right, it feels almost like sleeping. After he regained consciousness, he immediately raised his right hand and moved it, and then said in disbelief: "Is it getting better...?"

Compared to being hit with a stone and feeling nothing at first, when Hercule put his hand on the sheets now, although he still couldn't be sure what he touched, he could at least know that he had touched something - as expected. Compared to the worst-case scenario, this is cause for celebration!

Professor X’s expression was not clear, and could even be said to be a little sad:

"I helped you weaken the influence of several unimportant memory fragments. However, the most direct ones, someone has locked them. I can't break it violently, it will cause damage to you... To be honest, I don't think you can recover at all. Perception is a good thing - complete sensory dissonance will not cause pain, and what comes with touch is likely to be abnormal perception caused by damage to your central nervous system, that is, tingling, burning, etc. "

"I will continue to study ideas to solve this problem. Anyway, I have a lot of time, and I am not too busy teaching children on weekdays. You can choose, Hercule, whether to maintain the status quo, or to make progress like now, but there are also New flaws."

Hercule thought about it for a moment, but he couldn't resist the temptation of the object that he could feel in his right hand.

He said: "I decided to adapt to this for a while. Thank you again for your help."

Professor X shook his head.

He really understood Hercule.

If there had been any hope of recovering his legs, he would have done so at any cost.

"How does your right hand feel now?"

"It doesn't hurt." Hercule opened and closed his fingers with a strange look on his face, "But it's a little cold... like being immersed in water."

He was a little unsure whether it was the so-called abnormal perception.

There was a clanking sound outside the door, interrupting his thoughts: "Why haven't you finished the fight yet?"

Professor X frowned, but smiled.

He raised his hand to press his temples.

There was a buzzing sound in the air, and ripples of power invisible to the naked eye spread.

"Follow me."

He said, controlling the wheelchair to come to the door.

Hercule quickly walked over to help him open the door, and found that everyone outside—including the three superheroes, Nick Fury and his men, and the killing beast—were all frozen in place. land.

"Psychic manipulation." Professor

He blinked, and there was another strong wave of energy.

People are moving again. The superheroes' offensive did not stop, but the element-devouring beast turned around in the air for a week and a half, landed perfectly, and quickly ran in front of Hercule, turning its back to him while roaring at everyone nearby.

Batman was the first to react, and seemed to have strong opinions on Professor

In the spirit of smoking first and fighting second, Constantine stopped slowly, not wanting to get close to Professor

The little alien monster looks quite cute at this time.

He stretched out his hand to scratch the cat's chin, but the beast opened its mouth. What was hidden between the sharp teeth was not a mouth and tongue, but an alien facehugger.

"..."

It's numb.

Watch it once.

Fury knocked Constantine's hand away and said calmly and experiencedly: "Be careful and don't play with other people's cats."