After a long silence, the screams of the broken sound quickly attracted the attention of passers-by outside the alley, and then many people noticed the scene of the three hippies' heads reversed, so that what was originally just a single scream surged and fermented, and one after another panicked screams spread rapidly.

The 911 phone rang as a result, and a black aunt hurriedly reported what she had seen.

"I'm sure, mutants."

"Why for sure? Their heads were all twisted into circles. ”

"What? Looks? How do I know, why don't you adjust the monitoring? ”

……

Atlanta, Georgia, USA.

The mutant attack on the street quickly moved from the regular police station to the Sentinel Secret Service, which specializes in mutant crimes. A group of agents who were then tracking down a female mutant criminal reacted quickly.

The impact of the sudden incident was very bad, and he sat in the co-pilot wearing body armor, and the bald head of the first person listened to the bursts of words coming from the other side of the microphone. looked at the purple-haired woman's information in his hand again, and frowned a little embarrassed, but then decisively turned his head to look at his companion beside him.

"It's a bad place over there, I'll go to Bethel Street and investigate."

"Be careful."

The companion nodded, then patted the bald agent on the shoulder.

It's just that the development of events is very strange, there are many fewer special agents in the mission here, and the mutant criminals who were about to be arrested are lucky to escape from the pursuit of the agents, and then they are found by another group of people safely.

Fate changed as a result.

……

Charles who was mistaken for a mutant was now sitting intently in a guest room in a hotel near the place where the incident occurred, fiddling with a laptop that he didn't recognize.

After the shuttle door returned to normal, Charles had planned to enter the forces of evil to reap the two unfinished things—Sherding and God's sister.

As a result, he suddenly discovered that he did not have the ability to enter the evil force again after the experiment.

Or rather, he has this access channel, but he needs a kind of power - fate.

He could enter the world of A Song of Ice and Fire at will, probably because he held the root of that world.

But if you want to enter the evil forces, it is impossible for the time being.

This so-called power of fate not only replaces the charge of his original shuttle door, but even returning to the world he has already experienced requires a certain amount of energy to open. However, he had just experimented with it, and not only did he not gain energy, but he also lost half an hour's fate.

It's terrible.

There are pros and cons to the emergence of the power of fate, but he is very uncomfortable with the rules of cold change, and he finds that he can't get out, so Charles doesn't think about it for the time being, and begins to think about the future situation.

Entering a strange world that only appears in memory, of course, requires familiarity first. So after experimenting in that alley, he immediately ran to the hotel.

Not above board, of course.

At the moment, he was sitting on the sofa in the lobby of the guest room, fiddling with the silver notebook on the coffee table.

On the hotel bed behind him, there were two middle-aged men and women in a coma.

Naked, huddled together, with a thin brown blanket draped over their bodies.

Judging from their expressions, it is not difficult to see that these two people were knocked unconscious before they could react, so that there was still an afterglow of interest on their faces.

Obviously, Charles has come to beat the mandarin ducks with a stick.

But he didn't feel any guilt about it, because they were both married, and they weren't husband and wife.

Instead, Charles felt that he was just looking for a random place to come across this kind of thing.

Of course, this kind of trivial thought doesn't take much of his mind.

……

The slightly rusty two-finger Zen crackled, inside, snapped, and clicked on the notebook keyboard, looking at the information searched out one by one, Charles groaned.

The date is August 17, 2018.

The location is Atlanta, Georgia, USA.

The world is indeed the world of the X-Men, and all kinds of plot information in his memories can be faintly searched on the Internet. It's just not much, it seems to be strictly blocked by the authorities.

At the same time, words that he felt very unfamiliar to him also came into his eyes one after another.

What a Sentinel Secret Service, a Purgeer, an anti-mutant bill or something.

The same is true for ordinary people, many unfamiliar brands and celebrities are very different from those in memory, and even the name of the motherland is different.

In a word, both familiar and unfamiliar.

As for the clues to the real world, it is even more confusing.

Charles felt that instead of searching all over the world, it was better for him to work on this power of fate. When he entered here, he felt that the power of fate seemed to be able to act more than just travel through the world, and perhaps he could get some clues from it......

As he was groaning, there was a faint groan on the bed behind him, as if the lady in it was a sign of consciousness.

Charles waved his hand without looking back, and the middle-aged woman who could wake up was fainted again.

However, at this moment, he suddenly felt a cool power suddenly emerge from his surroundings and quickly integrate into his body.

This feeling made him feel a little familiar, and after a little thought, he remembered that he seemed to have this feeling when he was promoted before.

Then Charles found that he had only 22 hours left to stay, but he had become 24 again!

"What's the situation? I didn't do anything, huh? ”

He looked down at himself blankly.

The duration of one's stay is linked to the power of destiny, and since it has increased, it indicates that the power of destiny has also increased.

However, this made him very confused.

But at this moment, a chat window suddenly popped up on the laptop.

The notebook was not his, but the woman of the two behind him, who was a reporter from a newspaper.

And there seems to be a certain chat software hanging on it, which automatically pops up without consent at the moment.

Pictures of corpses appear in the chat box.

It's very familiar, and at a glance, isn't it the people I solved before?

He didn't take this seriously, because he had found out that there was no monitoring in the alley before, so he naturally had no scruples.

However, now it seems......

Looking at the group of police officers surrounding the dead body in the picture, Charles was thoughtful.

After thinking about it, he buttoned up his notebook, got up and went to the bedside behind him, looked down at the two cheating men and women, and then picked up the man's thin smartphone on the bedside table and fiddled with it slightly.

Very good, fingerprint unlocking.

So Charles grabbed the other man's arm and pressed a handprint, opened the camera and gestured a little, which felt a little inappropriate, so the young man lifted the blanket that covered them again, revealing two naked bodies.

Hugging each other, the posture is extremely intimate, and the physical distance is negative, and the cheating scene couldn't be clearer.

There was a click, and the picture froze.

Charles then sent the new photo to the one marked as his wife in his phone's address book with a few taps, and then waited silently.

After a while, a cool feeling was born.

Very good, the experiment went well.