Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

The sound of sirens filled the alley, and a police detective in a long trench coat pulled up the cordon and walked in.

"What's the situation?" he asked briefly to the two officers who were in charge of on-site exploration.

"It's not very good, sir." One of the black officers took off his hat, and his expression looked bad. His companion handed the man several photos and a report.

The man took it, and the situation in the first photo made his teeth ache.

After a while, he handed back the report and the photo, and his face gradually lined up with the black police officer: "Okay, gentlemen. It seems that we can't handle this matter. I'll make a call."

He came to the entrance of the alley and stroked his cheek with his left hand. There was a posterior molar that was affecting the nerves of the entire face. The man grinned and took out his mobile phone from his arms and made a call.

"Yes, it's me," he said vaguely. "Things are bad, Magellan Avenue, you can see us when you come."

It didn't take long for a figure to fly over with spider silk. She landed lightly on the street lamp above the man's head and asked, "What's the matter?"

"Go in and see for yourself, Spider Girl." The detective raised his head and sighed, he rubbed his left cheek, his expression became more and more ugly: "I really don't know which **** can do it. Something like this."

"It's the ghost spider, detective."

"Whatever—whatever it is, as long as you can help us catch this bastard, I'll just call you God."

"no."

Gwen rolled over and shrugged. She still doesn't understand why the detective reacted like this, but when she entered the tavern at the end of the alley, she understood.

The inside of the tavern is very dark. Obviously, this is an underground tavern, and its predecessor should have been an underground warehouse or something. Gwen is very familiar with such buildings, her own band has played in such places many times, but the underground taverns are also hierarchical... some are just places for young people to seek excitement, and she Right in front of you.

There were more than 30 corpses lying on the ground, all of them died horribly without exception, and none of them had a whole corpse. A few unlucky guys even had their hands and feet hanging from broken chandeliers hanging down from the ceiling. If it was in the past, Gwen would immediately go out and vomit in a place for a while, but after so much experience, she can also regard these corpses as nothing.

She didn't enter rashly. According to her experience, such taverns usually have a small room, either a place used by the guys watching the scene to rest, or to store those shady things.

Her eyes searched around the tavern. The keen perception beyond ordinary people made her quickly discover a secret passage that the police officers were unable to discover.

However, when she entered the room, she found that her guess was only half right.

There were indeed some shady things in here, but not what she thought. Not a dummy or counterfeit money, but a bronze statue.

The statue was one person tall and looked quaint and sacred. But Gwen's mind suddenly tingled, her spider sense was constantly warning her, obviously, this thing was not as sacred as it looked.

Gwen stepped back cautiously, she wasn't going to touch the thing.

But it was too late.

The statue shone brightly, engulfing her, and after a while, the place was quiet again.

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Gwen was awakened by the sound of the horn, and when she regained consciousness, she found herself standing in the middle of the road. A driver sitting in a silver sedan was honking his horn angrily at her, and he stretched out a hand from the window and gestured angrily with his **** at her.

"Wow! Dude, there's no need to be so serious!" Although she still couldn't understand the situation, the optimism in Gwen's character made her subconsciously say one-liners, and then left here with a spider silk.

"...what the hell?"

What she didn't notice was that a boy with a schoolbag standing on the side of the road was staring blankly at her leaving figure.

He turned his head incoherently and danced to his chubby companion: "Ned, Ned, Ned! Did you see that? wtf?!"

"Huh? What?"

His chubby companion looked up from the phone with a blank look on his face.

"Didn't you see it just now? There!" He pointed to the middle of the road, with an expression on his face almost comparable to that of Chris Rock, who was slapped by Will Smith at the Oscars, the surprise could not be faked .

"What happened there?"

"There... standing... a... me! A female version of me!" He struggled to articulate himself enough to finish the sentence. But instead of convincing his companions about what was going on, his explanation made it even more confusing.

"What are you talking about, Peter?"

Peter shook his head in frustration. "No, it's nothing... I must be hallucinating."

Is that really an illusion?

Peter didn't think so, so his first reaction when he got home was to turn on his computer and start frantically searching the Internet. But this child's behavior of placing all his hopes on video websites and search engines is obviously unreliable. Not only did he not find any clues, but he also attracted the attention of others.

His watch ticked, Peter picked it up absentmindedly, put it in his ear, and heard a man say absentmindedly, "Boy, I understand you're in puberty. But isn't it a little crazy to search for a female version of yourself? "

"what?"

"Don't pretend, kid. Listen, if you're really... peculiar in taste, if your grades are good enough. It's not like I can't take you to two girls who are willing to wear spider costumes when you're an adult. ."

Peter realized what he meant, and the boy blushed: "Mr. Stark...! Are you monitoring my computer?"

"I prefer to call it the guardian's reasonable protection of the ward."

"You're not my aunt!"

A man's pretended serious voice came from the watch: "I promise you to join the Avengers. I am your guardian, understand?"

"Oh..." Peter's eyes widened suddenly, he almost forgot his business. "Wait, don't hang up, Mr. Stark!"

"Huh? Go ahead, I'm listening, boy."

After a few minutes.

The man's voice was undeniably weird: "So, you're trying to convince me that you saw a female version of Spider-Man cause traffic jams on the street this morning? And she appeared with a ray of light? "

"If you don't believe it, forget it, Mr. Stark."

Being denied again and again, even Peter would have a bit of a temper. Stark was silent for a while, then he said, "Okay, kid. Tell me the location and I'll investigate."

"Second traffic light junction on Arthur Avenue, sir, if you have a result, please—"

"—Tell you? No, it's not possible, it's non-negotiable, boy. You give me good school, you missed thirteen classes last month, and if you go on like this, you won't even think about graduating. Listen, New York. The safety of the city is not up to a child to protect, understand?"

glutamic acid

After speaking, he hung up.

On the other side of the city, the Stark Building.

Tony Stark sat in his workshop, looking thoughtfully at the screen on the right. He was holding a wrench in his dirty hands, and in front of him was a gold and red steel gauntlet.

"So, Friday, is what the kid said true?"

A female voice sounded: "Inquiring, please wait, sir."

After a while, a surveillance video popped up on the screen. In the picture, a woman in a white and black spider suit was standing in the middle of the road in a daze. After being scolded by the driver, she pulled up a spider silk and quickly walked away.

Stark raised an eyebrow.

"Damn it, does that kid have a twin sister? On Friday, let's track down her whereabouts." As he said, he lowered his head and continued to repair the steel gauntlet. "Keep me informed of the latest progress."

"Understood, sir."

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When people are unfortunate, they will jam their teeth when they drink cold water.

Gwen knew it well—gosh, could she be any more unlucky? Another familiar drama, another parallel universe? !

Well now, Gwen Stacy, how do I go back this time?

Just when she fell into annoyance, a man's slightly frivolous voice came from behind her, with a little electric current, which sounded a bit like a synthetic voice: "Hello, miss."

Gwen turned her head, and she saw a steel armor floating in mid-air watching her.

"Uh... hello?"

Her reaction surprised Stark instead: "You don't know me?"

"Do I have to know you?" Gwen asked rhetorically.

"Interesting, which deep forest did you run from? Don't tell me, let me guess. You can't be some strange institution that took some blood samples of Spider-Man and cloned it?" His voice It gradually became weird.

"You know Spider-Man? Who is the Spider-Man of this world? Peter Parker?"

"...You know a lot, miss." Stark's voice became serious. "Also, what do you mean by another world in your mouth?"

"Literally, I'm from a parallel universe."

Gwen shrugged, of course, without the slightest thought to cover it up—what's there to cover? It would be better to say that she wished that the more people knew, the better. The more people there were, the more powerful it was. It would be good to have a genius like Dr. Otto send her back.

In the armor, Stark's expression became very strange, so strange that it was even ridiculous.

Parallel universes are one of many unknowns about the world that have never been proven. Although this theory has never lacked a large number of supporters and fantasies, there is no doubt that parallel universes are already the most famous conjecture of their era.

"Do you have any evidence to prove this?"

After hesitating for a while, Gwen took off her mask, and she said, "My name is Gwen Stacy, you can find out where I am in this universe."

She said it was too late, in fact, the moment she took off the mask, Stark had already started to scan his face. Needless to say, a photo was automatically sent on Friday, and it was indeed Gwen Stacy himself, to be sure.

But, there is only one problem.

She is more immature and younger than the one in front of her in the photo, but she is just in high school.

After a moment.

Stark sat on the edge of the building, eating a hot dog he just bought, and said, "It's a pity that I couldn't tell the reporter about this, otherwise I would have won a Nobel Prize, although I don't need that **** award myself. Prove something."

"Have you always been so stinky?"

"Have you always been so rude?"

"Well, a lot of people have said this." Stark shrugged, and because of the armor, this action brought a mechanical sound. "Yeah, if you have to ask, though. Geniuses always need little perks, don't they?"

He said, "Anyway, the priority is to get you back to your own universe first, right?"

"If you can help, of course it would be the best." Gwen's expression became a little strange as he spoke. "Also, I think this may be delayed for a while."

"Huh? How do you say this? Are you interested in our world? Do you want to travel?" Stark joked, but the expression on the other's face made him realize something. At the same time, a loud noise came.

He said stiffly, "Well, there's nothing like a giant alien spaceship coming down in the sky behind me, right?"

"Right?"

Faced with his question, Gwen just pulled on the mask, fluttered the spider silk, and rushed over there.

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She is so unlucky.

He Shenyan stood in the hidden room of the underground tavern with a speechless expression.

Well, what's next? I still have to stage a chasing wife after a thousand miles? No, she's not my wife... Then again, how the **** did she get teleported away?

The mage moved his fingers slightly, and the room began to use magic to simulate a virtual scene, just before he came. Gwen entered the room, and in the center of the room was a seemingly unremarkable bronze statue.

After she entered ~www.novelmt.com~ it didn't take long for her to want to leave. But the statue beamed and teleported her away, and the statue itself disappeared.

While thinking, there was a sound of footsteps behind him. A man yelled at him, "Hey! Who are you? Put your hands up where I can see or I'll shoot!"

The mage ignored the devoted police officer. With a slight movement in his mind, the policeman fainted, and by the way, he had a good dream.

A bronze statue capable of crossovers, ha.

He Shenyan gradually smiled, and there was something new to study, not bad, not bad.

But, there is a problem.

I'm on a **** vacation! Not here to work overtime!