Time: 15:47, January 7, 1993;

Location: Marvel Earth, United States, Washington, D.C.;

Characters: Tiwan Chen, who has just traveled 3 days ago;

As one of the lucky troversers, Tivan did not gain any benefits from the "passers-by".

At this time, with hungry and disgusted eyes, he stared at a garbage heap surrounded by three or two stray dogs, and did a fierce ideological struggle.

Brain: Can't eat! This is the Marvel Universe in the 19th century without garbage classification, and maybe it is mixed with more "energetic" things!

Body: You've been hungry for 3 days, and if you don't eat again, you can think about the next crossing.

Mouth: Saliva has been secreted and can be swallowed at any time.

Stomach: Stomach acid is ready to break down food at any time.

Summary: If you don't classify the special garbage, you can eat it and it's over!

The final conclusion was reached,

Unable to endure the persecution of hunger any longer, Tivan carefully bypassed the stray dogs that might protect him, and pulled out a slapped piece of black bread in the other corner of the garbage heap.

In his previous life, Tivan didn't even look at the "food", but now he eats it like he eats it like he is afraid that he will be taken away by stray dogs if he eats it late.

- In fact, the stray dogs were also very afraid of him, a "human", and fled to the depths of the alley with the "food" in their mouths.

This made Tivan's eyes light up,

Get up and go to the spot where the stray dogs used to gather, and rummage through to find more "food" to fill the empty stomach.

Eating and eating,

Tivan couldn't help but retch, and the "food" that he had finally shoehorned down was spit out again.

These discarded "foods" are already problematic, and the smell of being soaked in garbage heaps is simply challenging the limits of ordinary people's taste buds.

Tivan vomited and couldn't help but shed tears of sadness.

Why!

It's not resistant to passing through him, anyway, there wasn't much to be nostalgic about in his previous life.

But why is it flesh and not soul?

There is no record of birth, no identification, not even any trace of existence in this world.

He is a proper "stateless black household", let alone in the United States, even other countries will not take him in.

To make matters worse,

For unknown reasons, his body shrank from a 27-year-old Chinese-American to a 10-year-old Xiao Zhengtai.

Black, stateless, and without labor, that's why Tivan was so hungry that he had to fight the stray dogs for food.

It's simply the worst class of traversers.

After vomiting up everything he had just eaten in his stomach, Tivan retched for a while, forcing his weak body to continue rummaging through the garbage heap for "food".

Unfortunately,

This time he searched for a long time, but he didn't find any "food".

I can't help but think,

Tivan looked at the pile of vomit on the ground that had just "gone in and out" from his mouth, and what made him desperate was that he didn't feel too much nausea, and he couldn't help but swallow his saliva......

Just when Tivan was driven by hunger to take a step,

Suddenly, he felt the back of his neck tighten, and then a middle-aged white male face appeared in front of him, which didn't look like a good person.

He actually picked up Tivan with one hand!

It can be seen how thin Tivan is now.

The middle-aged white man's indifferent eyes swept Tilwan's dirty face, and his eyebrows furrowed unexpectedly.

"Not bad." The corners of the middle-aged white man's mouth hooked slightly: "It looks pretty good, it should be able to sell for a good price." ”

Saying,

The middle-aged white man threw Tiwan on his shoulder, carried him out directly, and soothed skillfully in his mouth: "Hey, uncle took you to eat something delicious, how about a hot dog?" ”

Hearing the word "hot dog", Tivan finally shook the paralyzed "indescribable" from his brain and couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva......

Wrong!

He didn't know this middle-aged white man at all, and the sentence "sell a good one for more money" just now seemed to reveal his purpose......

Traffickers!

I believe you're a ghost, you middle-aged uncle is so bad that you want to sell Lao Tzu!

Tiwan was angry and was about to resist, but after comparing the combat effectiveness of the two sides, he could only respond with a faint "um".

This indifferent reaction made the middle-aged white man pause, and then continued to stride on the meteor.

No matter if there is a problem with this child, even if he is a fool, as long as he doesn't make trouble, it will be none of his business when the money and goods are cleared.

If it's a fool, I'm afraid the price will be ......

Did Tivan really give up struggling?

No, he's looking for an opportunity.

Although he was very flustered in his heart, his little eyes kept glancing around.

There is only one chance to call for help, and he must force himself to calm down in order to seize the most critical moment to speak out.

But this is obviously not the first time that a middle-aged white man has done this, and he walks through small alleys along the way, and even if he occasionally enters the block, it is a rare location for people, let alone patrolling police.

Seeing that as time went by, the possibility of being rescued became smaller and smaller, and Tivan's heart became more and more panicked.

Why don't you just call for help?

In case there is a superhero with a sense of justice......

Let me think about it, what superheroes were there in Marvel in the 19th century......

Not at all!

Where are you going to be sold? Will you be trained to be a duck with your own potential?

But I am too young to even develop, and it will take several years to be a duck, and I can't do much physical work, but I can use it for experiments and can directly "go to work......

In the midst of his thoughts, a voice woke him up in more and more despair.

"Hey buddy, would you like to buy some clothes? These are taken directly from the factory, and no one is guaranteed to wear them, so how about cheap disposal for you? ”

Tivan followed the prestige and saw the hanging coats fluttering in the wind.

Combined with the voice just now, it is not difficult to guess that this is a stall owner shouting......

Wait a minute!

Tivan suddenly realized that this might be an opportunity, and immediately reached out and grabbed the corner of the coat beside him, and grabbed this line of life.

Whoa—

Fortunately, the shelf for hanging the coat was not secure, and after being dragged by Tiwan, it was pulled by the footsteps of the middle-aged white man, and suddenly a large piece fell.

Is the stall owner capable now?

"Stop you*&%¥#!" The stall owner exited with a series of greetings: "You have soiled these clothes, you must buy them!" ”

Tivan looked up at the owner who was spitting fragrant mouth, and sure enough, it was a black man, and the skillful rap-like greeting just now really couldn't come without racial talent.

Looking at the black man's bare arms and a large patch of flowers on his neck, he doesn't look like the master of peace.

This matter is trusted.

The mutation made the middle-aged white man have to stop, and Tivan's heart is even more joyful.

Right!

That's it!

Then it's time for the two of you to start arguing, and it's better to get into a fight if you don't agree with each other.

You can't always carry people into a fight when the time comes, right?

Definitely going to put him down.

When the time comes, as soon as his feet hit the ground, can Tiwan still obediently watch the two of them divide the winner?

Of course, it is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge for ten years, and he slipped away quickly with oil on the soles of his feet.

Meimei planned everything, and Tivan began to accumulate his little physical strength, and took out the strength to run the 100-meter race in anticipation.

But

The middle-aged white man didn't play his cards according to the routine, he looked at the clothes that had fallen to the ground, and didn't argue much with the black stall owner.

"How much does it cost?"

Tivan's eyes widened, full of incredulity and despair.

Looking at such a big person, why are you so scared?

"Hey, these are all taken by big manufacturers, I have to do the math." The black stall owner kicked his nose in the face: "Do you understand the famous brand?" The cost is not low. And you should at least buy a few pieces so you can wear them yourself. ”

The black stall owner's success made Tivan's heart happy, yes, that's it! The fierce lion opens his mouth!

But the middle-aged white man's next sentence made Tilwan's heart like ashes: "Are you sure these are worth a lot?" I wonder how much our Jack Boss's name is worth? ”

"Jack Boss" who Tivan does not know,

But the black stall owner instantly stopped his flag, and said weakly: "Since you are a friend of Boss Jack, then forget it this time, and be careful when you walk next time." ”

How can you be cowardly? Are you worthy of your big flower arm? Are you worthy of your black talent? Are you worthy of my plan?

Say hello to your mother for me!

Seeing that the matter was really solved so "happily", Tivan was desperate in his heart, the script was not written like this by the director!

There's no way, it's all or nothing at this time!

Tivan gritted his teeth and shouted with all his might: "Help! Help！ Someone kidnapped a child! My dad is rich! Whoever saves me, I'll give him 100,000 dollars! Save ......"

Before Tivando could scream, the blow to his back made him almost faint in pain.

This middle-aged white man is really ruthless!

The severe pain made Di Wan almost cut off contact with the outside world, and he could only vaguely hear a few words.

“....... How is this .......?"

“....... It's not up to you....... Get lost! ”

“MPDC！ ....... The people in front ......."

"Fack! You....... Jack ......."

....

ultimately

In the staccato words, Tiwan Chen finally couldn't hold it and passed out with a hint of despair.

···

Stuffy, noisy, rancid with a hint of smoke in it.

But in the end, what woke up Tivan was the familiar and unfamiliar fragrance - instant noodles!

After two days of hunger, Tivan's heavy eyelids opened in an instant, and when he wanted to sit up to find the source of the fragrance, his neck suddenly made a "snap" sound.

"Hiss, pain, pain!"

Tivan clutched the back of his neck and lay back down, grinning in cold air and crying out in pain.

The memories of before he fell unconscious flooded back his mind, and the despair was so vivid that he even forgot the sharp pain in his neck for a moment.

Is this the end of his Marvel trip?

Without giving Tivan more time to observe, a tone of concern sounded with a sense of concern.

"You're awake." An Asian in a police uniform came into sight and asked with concern on his face, "Your neck hurts, right?" That bastard was really heavy, but luckily there was no problem with the bones. ”

Still a little unresponsive, Tivan sat up and looked around in pain, realizing that he was now in the police station.

Yourself this is ...... Saved?

Since it's at the police station, it should be fine...... What a ghost!

He is now so black that he can't be blacker anymore, and when he comes to the police station, he simply throws himself into the net, who knows what he will do?

Repatriation?

Where is his country?

Even two days ago there was simply no evidence of his existence!

As for the gold finger or something......

What is that? Can you eat it?

There is no such thing as a non-existent one!

Just when Tiwan was panicking about his identity, he suddenly felt that the top of his head was covered by a gentle palm, and the back of his neck was also covered by a cold temperature, barely covering the pain.

Raising his head with a little difficulty,

It was the Asian policeman who had just spoken touching his head with his left hand, and his right hand was reaching behind his neck, probably holding something like an ice pack.

"Don't be nervous, it's okay already." The Asian police officer said softly: "We arrived in time, you didn't get hurt more, we will help you, hungry, come and eat something." ”

While talking,

The Asian policeman pulled out his left hand and fished out a stainless steel prototype lunch box behind him, and placed it on a chair hooked by his calf, holding the ice pack with his right hand in the process.

"Gollum!"

His eyes stared directly at the instant noodles in the stainless steel round lunch box, and the seductive fragrance stimulated him to secrete a lot of saliva, and his stomach, which had not eaten for two days, immediately made a "cooing" sound.

Tiwan didn't care about whether it was hot or not, and after trying to pick up the lunch box failed, he directly endured the pain and bent down to stuff it into his mouth with a fork.

The scene is light with gobbling up.

"Schindler, you shouldn't care about this wandering." A dissatisfied voice suddenly came: "That person is Jack's man, this time you ruined other people's good deeds, there will definitely be trouble in the future." ”

"It's okay Hoffman, just a few words of warning at most." The Asian policeman in front of Tivan, that is, Schindler, quickly responded: "It's late, you should get off work quickly, you will be on duty tomorrow morning." ”

"It's really ......" Hoffman muttered dissatisfiedly: "Schindler, you can't help everyone, take care of yourself!" ”

"I know, I know, why don't I take it as an example."

"Hey, you always say that."

"This is the last time, I promise."

"That's what you said last time!"

"Aha? Then this will be the last time. ”

"You...... I shouldn't have left you alone! It's time to remind me, and if there's trouble, you can implicate me. Also, I don't want to see that wandering kid tomorrow. ”

In a brief conversation between the two,

Tivan poured a lunch box of instant noodles into his stomach along with the soup, and when he looked up, he could only see Hoffman's back, which was black from the color of his arms.

"Don't pay attention to what he says, it's just a small thing." Schindler spoke again and reassured: "Little one, do you know how to get around the house?" ”

Tivan: "......"

Apart from remaining silent, Tivan didn't know what to say.

You can't admit that you're a black household, right?

As for asking for help or something, the police can get out of the tiger's mouth and offend the gangsters, and no matter how many people are their parents, they have no responsibility, let alone obligation.

In Tivan's silence, Schindler also made up a lot of things in his own brain, and sighed slightly.

"Another ......" Schindler stroked Tivan's greasy hair and said softly, "I can try to help you contact a children's welfare institution, but you have to tell me some information about you, name, birth, etc., without any information, no one will accept you." ”

Tivan remained silent, not even daring to look up at Schindler.

So why is he a meat-wearing bastard!

How nice it would be if the soul wore it! Even if it's crossing over to the opposite sex......

Tivan's "non-cooperative" attitude made Schindler a little helpless, but he still patiently spoke again to persuade him.

"Don't know the birth information? So what do you know, you can talk to me as much as you can, don't worry, I won't hurt you, I'm MPDC! ”

MPDC, an abbreviation for the Washington DC City Police Department.

Tivan: "......"

Aside from silence, Tivan didn't seem to know how to respond.

This time Schindler did not speak again, but fell silent.

A few minutes later,

Just when Tivan thought he was going to be abandoned,

Schindler patted Tivan on the shoulder and said, "After that kind of situation, it's normal to be vigilant, I'll take you home and take a shower first, you can think about it at night, and talk about the rest tomorrow." ”

Tiwan gave a soft "um" this time, and then added, "Tiwan Chen, this is my name." ”

"Chen? Do you have Chinese ancestry? Schindler was a little surprised: "It's a fellow villager, my mother is also Chinese, let's go, she will definitely welcome you, this time you can be scolded less and not necessarily ......"

Schindler's words were very soft, but they were still heard by Tivan, who was on the tip of his ear.

This? Less scolded?

Combined with the previous conversation with the black policeman, it seems that Schindler usually "brings people" to his home.

Really...... What a good guy!

Schindler's home is a short walk back to the police station,

Schindler walked less than ten minutes to Tivan with his arms, along with Schindler's white father and Chinese mother.

Regarding Tivan's arrival, Schindler's father, although he did not welcome it with a stiff face, did not say anything more.

It's Schindler's mother,

After learning about Tiwan's Chinese identity, his already gentle smile became more and more kind, and he was busy so that Tiwan could still have a soft quilt to sleep on after washing.

Although he only slept on the sofa in the living room, he was content enough for Tivan, who had been scared for the past two days.

This night,

Tivan finally had time to think a lot, and for the first time after coming to this world, he slept sweetly.

A dreamless night.

When Tivan woke up the next day, Schindler's parents and Schindler had already gone to work.

His nose moved, and he followed the scent to the table not far away, on which was a breakfast sandwich with a note under the plate.

Tivan didn't bother brushing his teeth, eating a sandwich while reading the note.

"Tivan, I'm on patrol this morning, and I'm hoping to see you again when I come back at noon - Oskar Schindler."

Just so relieved to let a strange child stay in his house?

Tivan looked up at the empty living room and blinked vigorously, trying to squeeze out the sand that had just flown in.

"It's so easy to trust people...... Still a good person! But I'm sorry, I still can't tell the truth. ”

"Please forgive me for my lies, after all...... I'm just a kid! ”

"At least physically, it's ......"

···

Schindler returned at noon, as promised, with a hamburger.

Tivan swallowed, but still took the lead and said: "I remembered that I have a relative who is also in Washington, DC, his name is Nicholas Joseph Fury, and he is an agent of the Homeland Strategic Defense Attack and Logistics Support Agency. ”

Schindler blinked in confusion: "...... Sorry it's too long I didn't hear clearly, what kind of bureau are you talking about? ”

(Plot docking on the timeline 1)

···

Time back to the present,

Fury: "Just half an hour ago, Oskar Schindler died, and someone put a bomb in his car. ”

Tiwan's pupils shrank when he heard this, and his brain was a little foggy.

He had planned to visit in the next few days, but it turned out to be ...... Schindler is dead?

"Click!"

Tiwan, who was emotionally out of control, couldn't control his telekinesis, and the ballpoint pen in his hand was directly crushed, not to mention, the tide of telekinesis suddenly exploded outward with his spiritual power, pushing the tables, chairs, documents, and cups around him in the direction of moving away from him.

Oddly enough,

Fury was standing not far from Tiwan, and although the black trench coat was washed away at right angles by telekinesis, Fury himself stood still in place.

A large amount of debris rained down on the tempered glass of the floor-to-ceiling windows, crisscrossing the cracks like spider webs, and finally reaching a certain tipping point......

"Whoa, la, la—"

After all, the tempered glass could not resist Tiwan's furious emotions, and it shattered, and all kinds of debris piled up on it were tilted out of the window.

At the same time as the day,

The door was slammed open, and Sitwell burst in with a small pistol.

But before he could see the situation clearly, the small pistol in his hand had already flown out of his hand, hanging in front of him and facing him.

What's even weirder is that

Several clouds of yellow sand appeared around him, condensed into several gun-wielding soldiers, and stopped an "employee" who came in behind.

"Bang bang bang!"

The fact that the "employee" did not hesitate to shoot directly was by no means the reaction of ordinary people.

"Get out!" It was Fury who scolded: "Get out!" Don't come in without my orders! ”

Sitwell and later the "staff" hesitated, and the room didn't look like it was safe in any way......

Fury's face sank when he saw this, and he roared in a low voice: "I order you, get out!" ”

Later people don't know Fury's identity, but Sitwell does.

He simply turned around and left, and took away other "employees" who came one after another.

Fury didn't pay attention to them, but looked at the sand soldiers and pistols who were holding on to their original position, with a little guilt on his face.

He understood the place of Oskar Schindler in Tiwan's heart, and he understood the impact of this news on him.

"That's what I'm asking for." Tivan's voice trembled violently, and he was trying to restrain some impulse: "I asked you to take care of this person, and I begged you for this one." Now, you're telling me he's dead? ”

“...... I'm sorry. ”

Despite the negligence of subordinate employees inside, at this moment, he could not explain, and he could do nothing but apologize.

Tivan didn't speak again, his bloodshot eyes staring out of focus, and he couldn't turn back for a long time.

Fury just stood silently, seemingly bored and wasting his precious time.

More than ten minutes later,

Tivan's sloppy gaze froze, and he looked directly at Fury word by word: "Tell me, the list of all the people involved in this time!" ”

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PS: The story about "Oskar Schindler" was originally intended to be written as an extra, but after some thought, it was decided to put it in the main text.

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