Chapter 2115 The Ultimate New World (Twenty-One)
In the office of the Time Administration, Schiller, who was leaning on his chair, yawned, stretched and said, "I'm going back to rest for a while, don't call me if you have nothing to do.
Strange waved his hand and told him to go quickly. He was browsing the homework of the little mages sent to him by Kamama Taj's chief steward Wang. He was so focused on it that he had no time to worry about Schiller.
Strange is not worried about Schiller running out. Now that the space around the Time Management Bureau is blocked by him, Schiller cannot open the portal here, and other means of teleportation will also be discovered by him.
Strange felt that Schiller could run away but the monks could not run away from the temple, and Schiller planned to just abandon the temple.
Moving is actually a bit troublesome, but Schiller also has a good helper, Professor Charles, who drives the ship of the underworld in the dream world.
Charles, who was standing on the bow of the ship, smiled helplessly. When the ship came to a complete stop, he stepped off the ship and hugged Schiller and said, "The day has finally come. To be honest, it's a little later than I thought. I thought you couldn’t wait any longer.”
"It's not too late to have a good meal." Schiller also seemed very happy. He said: "I still think it's a bit early. In fact, I still prefer to be a psychiatrist, but there is nothing I can do about it."
At this time, Jörmungandr had already wrapped himself around the mast of the ship, holding his tail and shouting: "Set the ship! Set the ship quickly! I don't want to stay here anymore for a second!"
Charles patted Schiller on the shoulder and said, "How many people are you planning to come this time? Who are they probably?"
"You may not be familiar with the people this time." Schiller walked to the boat with Charles and said, "In addition to me going there, there are a few new friends, so let's get on the boat first."
A group of people got on the boat, and the boat of the underworld traveled through the dream world until it gradually sailed into a thick fog, and behind the thick fog, there was a brand new space of consciousness.
The consciousness space of the Skrulls is slightly different from that of humans. Their memory and understanding organs are much more developed than humans, so the consciousness space is also more organized than humans.
The space of human consciousness is more like fragments connected by threads. Instinct, memory and thinking are messily intertwined, often appearing and disappearing at the same time.
The Skrulls have evolved more advanced in this regard. They are born with the ability to peer into their own consciousness, build their own consciousness space, memory and thinking, etc. To them, things like this are not abstract, but can truly be done in the world. What is seen in the brain.
This makes it easier for Schiller to do what he wants to do next, which is to set up a temporary camp here and then build a new tower.
It's not that he had to do a full set of performances. The problem is that over the years, Schiller has become very accustomed to this way of thinking, so he decided to use the old method, which is to build the tower first.
Jörmungandr has been stretching there for a long time. It coiled its body in a large circle above the neat file cabinet that represented memory, and the Schillers also officially started the second phase of their tower project. .
But after work has started, business still needs to be done. The most important thing now is to investigate the situation of Spider-Man. Fortunately, personality traits can divide the work and cooperate. Others work in the consciousness space, and Greed continues to do business.
But before setting off for his destination, Schiller had one more thing to do, and that was to summon the gray mist.
Because that body is no longer needed for the time being, I have to call Gray Mist over. Of course, Gray Mist is also an important part of Schiller's construction of a new identity.
Ever since Schiller came up with the idea of constructing a new identity, he kept talking to Gray Fog: You are a magical creature, a magical creature, a magical creature. Stop worrying about your physical movements. Can you use some of your occult attributes?
Gray fog also knows that his way of existence is very special. It is neither like a material life in the universe nor a cosmic demon composed of pure energy. It is more like something in between.
However, because he had always thought that he was a symbiote, his skill points were all focused on the skills of the symbiote, and even the weaknesses were highlighted.
Since realizing that he is not a symbiote, Gray Mist has also begun to pay more attention to his own instincts.
But he found that these instincts of his could not be brought out when he was in Schiller's body. When he was in Schiller's body, he was indeed a symbiote.
He must expand the gray fog factor and cover an area before some abnormalities will gradually appear.
It's not clear yet what purpose these anomalies serve, but in Schiller's view, this is enough, because for him the most important thing about magic is special effects.
It doesn't matter whether you can actually do magic or not. As long as others think you can.
Then, in the process of discussing abilities with Huiwu, they began to study what kind of image and abilities were more intimidating and could better distinguish themselves from the current image of a psychologist, so that they could participate in a new identity. In the game, you won't be discovered and blocked by others.
In the end, they discovered that creating many shocking things in the secular sense would lead to inferiority. The real fear always comes from the unknown, and Schiller had a bold idea.
Schiller then went to the universe where White Can is located and used a new identity to investigate the death of Spider-Man.
But there is another problem, that is, just go there directly. Schiller's identity is a foreigner. Without an official identity, it is difficult to deal with locals, but this has never been difficult for Schiller.
Changing vests for fun is a bit difficult. It would be boring if it was too simple, so Schiller did not use any authority to change his identity. He planned to establish a firm foothold from the beginning.
In front of the French window of the office of SHIELD headquarters, Nick frowned and looked at the document in his hand. It was marked with the abnormalities that had occurred to San Francisco residents in the past month.
At the same time, he recalled the whole process of sending Nick Fury of this universe to the safe house. After confirming that there were no loopholes, he put his attention back on the document. "Boss, you have to see this."
Coulson strode in and stood beside the huge silver-white conference table. Nick Fury looked at him. Just as he was about to scold him for not knocking on the door as usual, he saw the solemn expression on Coulson's face.
Nick immediately realized that something big might have happened, so he stared at Coulson's face while picking up the report he sent.
His sight was immediately attracted by the picture on the report. He brought the document closer and carefully examined the picture.
It was a two-story building with a red roof. According to Nick's experience, it might be an ordinary family in a middle-class community in New York. It looked ordinary on the outside and was built no more than 20 years ago, which was a relatively new building.
But this house was obviously not the focus. The focus was on the mysterious column of smoke in the woods in the background of the house.
"Colson, are you trying to challenge the assessment threshold of the seventh-level agent recently?" Nick put down the information and looked at Coulson and said, "Can such an unclear report of a mysterious flying object be sent to me?"
"This is not unclear." Coulson sighed, put a bulging handbag on the table, pointed his finger, and said, "In just one week, there were more than 200 reports of sightings in New York State, and almost all of them were witnessed at different times, different places, and in different ways."
Coulson took the document that Nick put down, flipped a few pages back, and handed it to Nick again. This time, Nick's pupils shrank slightly, because this time the smoke column that appeared in the photo was not a distant and unclear column of smoke.
This time the photo was of a forest. Behind the overlapping bushes and towering birch trees, the reflection of the pond could be vaguely seen. Through the reflection of the pond, the sky not far away was filled with thick fog, and there was a huge eye in the fog.
Optical parallax, Nick thought. He had dealt with many similar incidents in the years since he became the director of SHIELD. There were few incidents related to mysterious incidents, and most of them were optical illusions and optical phenomena.
But he turned the page and this idea was a little shaken, because this photo was of an old factory, and it looked like a factory with chimneys that used heat.
This seemed to be the perspective captured by the surveillance camera. In the dark night, in the thick fog coming out of several towering chimneys, an eye shape was vaguely formed.
Nick turned the previous sheet of paper back and compared the shapes of the two eyes. He found that this was probably not a coincidence. If it was really an optical phenomenon based on the Tyndall effect, then did the two eyes look a little too similar?
If we must describe the shape of this eye, it is not very realistic, and there is no three-dimensional eye structure, so it does not look very scary.
It is more like a mural made of thick fog, mysterious and strange, more like a religious totem, rather than some physical monster.
Turning back, Nick was more certain. No wonder Coulson's face was so solemn. This thing might not be a simple UFO.
The next photo was clearer - a group of college students riding road bikes chose a place with good scenery to take pictures.
Behind them are endless mountains, the sky in late autumn is blue and strange, and the forests in the distance are dyed with red, yellow, green and purple, and the foreground is a group of sunny and energetic college students with smiles on their shoulders.
This was originally a normal tourist photo, which made people recall the good times of traveling as teenagers.
But the second look made people a little creepy, because at the end of the grass behind the road, that is, in front of the woods, there was a figure standing vaguely.
Because this photo was taken at sunrise, the temperature difference between day and night caused the wet grass and forest to be covered with a layer of mist. The figure stood at the end of the mist, blurry and shadowy, as if it would disappear with the wind.
Nick can see from his experience in dealing with supernatural events over the years that this figure is not a coincidental shape formed by the change of air or mist. He just stood there, but his eyes were fixed on the camera, as if he wanted to convey some information.
Going back, there are four types of supernatural phenomena witnessed - huge eyes, huge mouths, mysterious smoke columns, and mysterious figures standing in thin mist.
After reading it, Nick took out his cell phone and made a call, saying to the other end: "Hello? Stephen, is Schiller there?"
"He's sleeping, are you sure? Go check... OK, he's really there."
"No, nothing, I just have to make sure it wasn't him, you know, although it doesn't seem to have anything to do with him, but who knows."
"What? He woke up? Let him answer the phone! Hello? Schiller, I'm here... Okay, calm down..."
"No, you're dreaming! I don't have anything to consult, and I can't pay you for consulting, bye!"
Nick put down the phone, glanced at Coulson on the other side, then looked at the documents on the table, sighed deeply, and said.
"I suspect this may be related to the mutation of San Francisco residents. It has been adjusted to the highest priority and is ready to be launched. The code name is... 'Visitors in the Mist'."
A sharp turn