American Comics: Opening Guidance Batman - Chapter 512 Tonight in a dream to make a confession (middle)

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When people's consciousness sinks into a dream, it is often difficult to realize when they are in a dream, and Steve is also the same. When the pattering rain gradually stopped, he opened his eyes again, and it was already there. to a slightly familiar place.

He narrowed his eyes and blocked the light with his hands. After standing up, he looked at the environment here and found that it seemed to be an old laboratory.

Even if Steve is not a scientific researcher, he can see that this laboratory should not be a product of the 21st century. Although the equipment here is very advanced from the perspective of the past century, it cannot hide the slight There are some cramped layouts and scratches from the well-used lab bench.

Suddenly, Steve found something that he was very familiar with. It was a laboratory bench. The reason why this thing was familiar to him was that he had personally repaired a dent on the cabinet door.

At that time, Howard made the vibranium shield for him. Neither of them had ever used this kind of weapon, and they didn't realize the lethality of this thing at all. Steve took the shield and threw it out directly. It hit the opposite wall with a bang, and when it bounced back, it cut off the rope of the chandelier with a swoosh.

With a bang, the chandelier hit the ground, Steve instinctively ducked back, and with a bang, he knocked a dent in the cabinet door of the laboratory bench behind him. Howard was furious, and Steve could only do it. Repairing the cabinet door he knocked down overnight.

Going around the test bench, many familiar things appeared in front of him, the parts of the suspended car that Howard often boasted to him, the various models piled up in the corner of the room, and even the half-peeled dude attached to the wall. poster……

Steve seemed to see his old friend Howard busy in front of the lab while he was sitting at the back table, gobbling down burgers.

At that time, they were very busy, Howard was busy supplying all kinds of logistical weapons, he was busy fighting the enemy.

Recalling the image in his mind, Steve sat down at the small table against the wall, and he could even smell the aroma of the burger.

"呲", the sound of the wrapping paper being torn rang in his ears, and when he turned his head, what he saw was not Howard, who had finally finished eating, but Stark.

Stark was holding a cheeseburger in his hand. The cheeseburger that had just ripped off the wrapper was fragrant. Stark turned his head and saw Steve swallowed. He switched his burger to another hand. , and then said: "Don't look at it, there is no food here."

"Is this your conscious world?" Steve asked.

"That's right." Stark replied while eating: "You must enter my dream first, and then you can go on a dream trip."

"I'm sorry, Tony..." Steve lowered his head, his tone full of sadness.

When you are really in such a room full of details and memories, someone's death is no longer a cold sentence or a notice, every detail here will make Steve realize Until, Howard once existed alive in this world, leaving countless traces here, and his life came to an abrupt end at a certain time, and the traces here have never been updated.

When Steve saw all this, he realized that Howard's death hurt Stark much more than he thought, because Stark, like his father, was a super genius, and they His memory is many times stronger than that of ordinary people, so he does not have the kind of medicine that is the best for ordinary people to heal wounds - forgetting.

At least, in this dream space, Stark kept all the details of his relationship with Howard, and now, all this is shown in front of Steve.

Stark walked over and sat down on the opposite side of the small table. The other stool on the opposite side of the table was shorter, obviously for children, and Stark, who was now very tall, sat on the small stool , looks kind of funny.

With their backs to the wall, Steve and Stark sat at opposite ends of the table, taller and shorter, like a scale.

Steve turned his head and saw Stark sinking more than him, and he knew that if this was really a scale, then Stark was heavier than him because he was carrying his own father's death.

Only by seeing a person depressed and falling down in front of his eyes can he realize that death and separation are unbearable weights in life.

"I didn't want to hear your apology by letting you into my world of consciousness." Stark said, he took a deep breath, and seemed to have made a decision that took a lot of courage. He said:

"I have read a lot of books related to psychology, and I have done a lot of analysis. I think this should help your condition."

Stark looked up, and through the glass, saw the flickering lights of the laboratory opposite, he said:

"The time that belongs to you and him is over and will never come back. Many of the people you knew are gone, and everything you once had is lost."

"You desperately want to find someone to prove that you have existed, but your existence is evidence that they have existed."

"You and your memories, the time you spent with Howard in your head, is another form of his existence, the most sturdy souvenir left after his death."

"Therefore, I should thank you, because you can live forever, but I won't, so until I die, I can see the traces of his existence in you..."

Steve couldn't control his tears, those azure blue eyes shattered into a vast ocean, and between the tides, the rays of light were like mussel pearls.

The two were silent for a while, and Tony stood up first and said:

"At the beginning, when Professor X established the Shining Alliance base in his dream, he marked our dream at that base to facilitate pulling us over every night. Therefore, we can follow his marker to the Shining Alliance base. "

"And after arriving at the base of the Radiance Alliance, we can find Schiller's dream that Professor X had marked inside the base."

Seeing that Steve was still sitting in the chair silently, Stark did not intend to explain any more. He closed his eyes and began to liberate his consciousness and search for the possible path.

Silently, the walls of the room faded, the light became brighter, the tiles were covered, the sofa fell from the sky, and in the blink of an eye, they came to the reception room of the base.

Stark breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Fortunately, thanks to magic, I just need to provide ideas and navigate, which is really too stream of consciousness."

After speaking, he said incredulously: "So, what kind of monsters can walk freely in dreams?"

"Is this a transfer station?" Steve finally asked.

"Yes, let me look for it, is there any sign leading to other people's dreams..." Stark closed his eyes, tried to concentrate, and began to feel the structure of this dream. After a while, he raised his eyebrows, Then he said, "I found it."

But then, he frowned again, opened his eyes, and looked into the air, as if he was glancing at something, and he said, "...what is this all?"

"What's wrong?" Steve stepped forward and asked.

"I found some paths that may be connected to other places..."

"Wouldn't that be great? We could just go right over there."

"The problem is, there are no street signs."

Stark sighed and said, "Professor X may have other ways to distinguish the difference between these paths. After all, I don't know what the psychic abilities of mutants are, but I can't see where these paths lead anyway. ."

"Are there many paths? Can't we try one by one?"

"It's okay..." After Stark finished speaking, he paused, then said, "Let's try the first one first."

With a "swoosh", they returned to Stark's dream space. Stark shook his head and said, "It seems that we are unlucky."

When they returned to the reception room of the Radiance Alliance, Stark chose the second way, and after disappearing again, they appeared in a museum.

As soon as Stark landed, he saw a gun in the display cabinet in front of him. After walking over, he found that it was an old rifle, a bit too tattered, and it was not easy to judge the end based on appearance alone. what model.

He lowered his head and saw the introduction column of the display stand that read:

"Bod Smith, 18 years old, from a farm in Michigan, loves sweets, and his greatest wish is to take his mother to New York, and he loves the new firearms..."

At first, Stark didn't realize what this introduction had to do with the gun inside, until, in the light of the display cabinet, he saw some blood stains on the bottom of the gun.

He paused with his fingers on the introduction panel of the display stand, and took another step forward to another display stand with an old book in it. The introduction panel read:

"David Petrov, a very good engineer, alcoholic but very loud, likes to sing Soviet songs while repairing tanks..."

Further on, there are many display cabinets, with all kinds of tattered, key rings, belts, glasses, towels and even thermometers everywhere, at least in the real world, there will never be any of them. Museums put these things.

But they all correspond to a person's name, as well as some confusing and unsystematic records. Those records are often only one or two sentences, which may be their favorite food, who is in the family, and what is their greatest wish.

Turning a corner, Stark saw that Steve was standing at the end of another row of display cabinets, staring at the contents of the display cabinet. After he walked over, he found that there was a pair of gloves, and the fingers were very slender. , doesn't look like it's worn by men.

Stark looked down and saw a name written on the introduction panel of the display cabinet - "Peggy Carter".

"...At that time, we were sitting on the steps in front of the garage chatting, and she said that her dream was to be an artist since she was a child, but in those days there was very little support for a girl to work independently."

"I said, I'm going to paint her a picture, and she didn't believe it, because I didn't look like someone who could afford brushes and paint, and the army didn't have those things, so I went and burned one charcoal and then drew her repairing the tank."

"She was very surprised, she could see that she really wanted the painting, but she didn't have the money to buy it, so she threw me a pair of her gloves, and when I saw her expression, I knew, I'm obsessed with..."

Steve pressed his finger on the glass of the display case, then he looked up again, looking at the rows of display cases, and he said, "Maybe many people think that when I saw Peggy for the last time, , should be extremely sad..."

"But in fact, apart from the initial sadness about death and separation, I even felt a little gratified. She was full of children and grandchildren, very happy, lying quietly on the hospital bed, and being able to see her former lover before she died. It has been very happy.”

"And more people..." Steve turned to look at the objects in the glass display cases and said, "I can't even remember how they all died, but in my memory, the owner of the relic Among them, less than one thousandth of those who can live to the end of their lives."

"Some died of being hit by bullets, some were inserted into the chest by shrapnel, some suffered from dysentery, and some were frozen to death. I was not there when they died~www.novelbuddy.com~ Just a message from afar information……"

Steve looked up at the museum and said:

"Tony, I have to apologize for this, for my impulsive action to defend Bucky, but I'm not defending myself, but when I heard of Howard's death, I didn't feel sad, but It's numbness."

"I've heard too much news like this, that on a certain day in a certain year, someone I met on a certain battlefield died."

"They might have been in a trench with me, they might have exchanged bullets with me, they could have lit cigarettes under cover of each other, they might have even broken up for me and saved my life, but when they died, nothing was left. "

Steve took a deep breath, looked up at the display cabinet above, and said:

"Maybe you're right, that era is over and will never come back."

"My existence. It is evidence that they lived and contributed to the peace of the world. Perhaps, this is the world's last mercy for a veteran..."

Stark closed his eyes, feeling the edges of his eyelashes wet.

Death and separation are unbearable weights in life, and the man in front of him has also endured them, and has endured them thousands of times.

Stark's sigh slowly dissipated in the dream space. In the center of the museum promenade full of display cabinets, a faint shadow under the lamp cut the corridor into two halves, with Steve standing at one end and Sis at the other. Tucker.

None of them heard it. With the muffled sound of "rumbling", one end of the scale that had been tilted fell down, the scale regained its balance, and Iron Man and Captain America stood on the same line again.

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