In The DC World With Marvel Chat Group Chapter 321: S: Brilliant event (1)

"The Days of Being a Spiritual Mentor in Meiman"

, the days when I was a spiritual mentor in Meiman

After Charles put down the phone, he closed his eyes and concentrated. For a moment, his brain waves spread, lighter than the wind, faster than light.

In Charles' field of vision, in a vast white space, there are countless voices reverberating, and the continuous voices slowly materialize into figures one after another, and more and more figures land on the ground, and Charles is in mid-air Gazing at it all.

Then, the space of consciousness began to expand, and more people appeared in the white world. Charles intentionally controlled the area to expand in one direction. Among countless figures, I looked for a man named Schiller Rodriguez.

But when Charles's brain waves expanded to the Manhattan area, in the boundless, empty and silent world of consciousness, a giant tower reaching the sky appeared in his vision.

Charles had never seen such a magnificent building in this world.

When Charles activates his ability, under the material and real world, there is another layer of inner world that belongs to consciousness and thinking, which is the white space he sees now.

In this space, the thinking of all intelligent life is like a grain of sand, and Charles is like a child running on the beach, digging out shells from the sand.

Whenever he wants to use his mind-reading ability to read a person's thinking, that person will become a shell on the beach. He needs to scan his consciousness to find this person's thinking, and then talk to him Only in this way can the so-called "mind reading" be achieved.

But now, Charles is staring at the magnificent Tower of Babel in front of him. He feels that it is like a whale stranded on the beach. Livelier, with a mesmerizing vitality.

Charles manifested his own figure in the consciousness space, and then walked towards the tower. When he came to the gate of the tower, he found that all this was more real than what he saw in the distance , more shocking.

It was a tall gray tower. The wall bricks were made of Roman architecture, and there were some oriental patterns on the walls. The arched gate was like a huge mouth of an abyss, and every texture on it was clearly visible.

Charles walked over and knocked on the door. With a "squeak", the heavy door opened a crack. As Charles expected, there was a man in a white coat with a medical record in his hand standing behind the door. Ben's doctor, he smiled and said, "Hi, Professor Charles, I'm Schiller, Schiller Rodriguez."

"Hello, Professor Rodriguez."

Charles looked up at the door frame of the gate. There were many complicated patterns carved on it, many of which he did not recognize. Surprised..."

"Please come in, Professor Charles, let's talk inside." Schiller pushed the door open a little, and Charles walked in. Just after entering, there was a dark corridor with wall lamps, lights and figures They complement each other, appearing mysterious and hazy.

After walking for about ten meters, the front suddenly opened up, and a circular fountain square appeared in front of Charles, but what was more attractive than that was the layers of floors above his head.

As far as Charles can see, he can see round after round of corridors and countless stairs spreading upwards. There seem to be many figures coming and going. The entire interior of the tower is like a busy world. , making Charles dizzy.

Schiller led the way, and the two of them walked towards a staircase on one side of the wall. As they walked up, Schiller introduced: "As you can see, this is my temple of thinking. I know you are going to come here and I talked, so I will greet you here in advance."

"I hope you don't get me wrong, Professor Schiller, I didn't mean to pry into your heart, but my legs and feet are not very convenient, and I can't get to you in time, and I can't let the people from S.H.I.E.L.D. Enter our school, so I can only communicate with you in this way..."

"It's okay, I don't care, because there are often uninvited guests who don't knock on the door, and I always have to spend a lot of effort to deal with them. I am already very grateful that you can come in through the main entrance."

I don't know why, Charles always felt that the intruders that Schiller said would not end well, and he also heard a hint of warning from Schiller's words.

Following Schiller and continuing to go up, Charles saw that there were many Schillers coming and going in the corridor. One of them, wearing a long trench coat and holding a black umbrella, passed by Charles. Charles heard him Talking on the phone.

"...that green-haired lunatic passed? Then which floor is he on now? He went up to the 6th floor in one breath?...Okay, I'll find the elevator operator later..."

"What? The elevator is maintained? Why is it maintained again? Every time I am on vacation, the elevator is maintained, which is not reasonable at all..."

Charles looked back at Schiller, who had a somewhat different temperament, and was bumped on the shoulder again. He saw a globe head nodded to him and said, "Sorry."

Then the globe-headed Schiller also walked past Charles, followed by Schiller in a suit who walked quickly with a briefcase, and Schiller in sportswear jogged past...

Just passing a corner, a Schiller with a square body chased his cylindrical head, then grabbed his head with a C-shaped hand, installed it on his shoulder like a building block, stretched out his hand and turned his head , making a creaking sound of parts rubbing against each other.

Charles kept turning his head, looking at the people passing by him, the Schiller who led him in front explained: "Sorry, it's a bit crowded here, because the elevator is under maintenance, everyone can only take the stairs... "

Charles opened his mouth to ask something, at this moment, Schiller stopped in front of a door and said, "We are here."

After speaking, he took out the key, opened the door, and walked in. Inside was a reception room with a slightly sci-fi style, with white floor, wall tiles and ceiling, wall lamps emitting faint cold light, metal tables and chairs , on the largest wall in the room, there is also a projection that continuously plays images.

After Schiller walked in, he turned around and handed the key to Charles. He said, "Professor Charles, in the next period of time, we may need to communicate frequently. A reception room was built, here is the key."

"As long as you touch the key in the consciousness space, you can be directly transported to this room, and you don't need to go through the main entrance."

Then Schiller pointed to a button on the wall and said, "This is the pager, and if you press it, I'll come over and talk to you."

"The reason why I set this is because I am usually busy, and I may not sense your coming, so as long as you ring the bell, I will appear."

When he got here, Charles was not in a hurry. After he walked into the room, he sat down on the sofa.

But obviously, he was a little uncomfortable with the hard sci-fi style sofa. He looked around, Schiller saw his expression, and snapped his fingers. In an instant, all the decorations in the room receded, and then became Another style.

The white walls turned into warm-colored wall panels and wallpapers, the big soft sofa fell down, and the floor was covered with warm carpets. The projector on the wall turned into a fireplace, and there was a wine rack beside it.

The decoration style of this English manor made Charles feel more at ease, he said, "Sorry, I am a bit old-fashioned, that new style is really a bit..."

"Actually, I am the same, but I don't know what style you like. I thought mutants would prefer that kind of technological style."

"Maybe the kids at my school are, and they'd be yelling if you asked them to come into this room, but I still think a more earthy style is more reassuring."

Schiller took a bottle of wine from the wine rack, then walked to the sofa and sat down. He set out two glasses and poured a glass of wine for Charles and himself. Charles picked up the glass and looked at the clear water inside. Liquor, asked Schiller: "You should also be a psychic, right? Are you a mutant?"

"I'm just an ordinary person, Professor Charles."

Charles shook his head and made it clear that he didn't believe Schiller's words at all, but Schiller said: "Professor, I think you should also have in-depth research on psychology. I don't know if you have listened. I have said the theory of 'Thinking Palace'.

"Thinking palace? Are you referring to the thinking palace memory method? I have heard about it, but my research direction has nothing to do with it. Do you want to say that this is caused by the thinking palace memory method?"

Charles looked up and looked around at everything in the room, everything here was a bit too real.

"That's true, but I don't want to deceive you. I admit that just a theory is not enough to create such a real thinking world. I do have some special abilities related to the mind, but this has nothing to do with you Compared with his spiritual ability, it is really not worth mentioning."

Charles seemed a little silent. He didn't mean to get to the bottom of it, but fell into thinking.

"You know, Professor Schiller? You really surprised me." Charles looked at Schiller and said, "I'm not only surprised that you can create such a magnificent world of consciousness, but more importantly Yes, I see a new possibility..."

"That's exactly why I invited you here." Schiller seemed to know what Charles was going to say, he took a sip of wine, then put down his glass, and said to Charles: "I have heard that you are all The world's most powerful psychic possesses unparalleled power."

"At the same time, I have also heard about your noble character, you are not willing to use this powerful power to rule the world ~IndoMTL.com~ and you will never let anyone use this power to do bad things, please forgive me I can’t express my admiration for this noble character in specific words.”

"As a psychologist who has also done research in this area, I always believe that this ability can not only be used for destruction, but its most powerful feature is creation, isn't it?"

Charles touched the transparent coffee table in front of him with his fingers, and the cold touch of the glass made him more sober. He nodded and said, "I also agree with your statement. I once had the idea of ​​creating my own conscious world. I thought about achieving what I couldn't achieve there..."

"But I can't be sure, is it a good thing to be too obsessed with my dreams? After all, no matter how real a dream is, it is still a dream. Even if the dream makes me happy and happy, when I return to the real world, the dilemma still exists."

"Well, you actually feel a little guilty about having the dream to yourself, don't you?" Schiller asked Charles.

"Yes, in fact, I know that I can create a virtual world in my consciousness space, where I can do all the things I can't do in the real world, just like now, in the real world , I can't walk with two legs smoothly, but here I can..."

"But if I am obsessed with the beauty of dreams, who will save those who are more unfortunate in reality?"

"Professor Charles, I admire your sense of responsibility, but in fact, dreams can do far more than that..."

"Have you ever thought about making your dreams come true?"

Charles frowned, and Schiller continued: "In other words, when a dream is so real that it is as indistinguishable from reality, is it still a dream?"