[You can read the book well, but pay attention to the study and rest, our website is updated the fastest and best, free no pop-up ads, hotblood:, Baidu xieyixs is OK] At 4:30 in the afternoon, the weather is sunny and the roads are smooth. A car traveling at a moderate speed turns onto Broadway Avenue through Battery Park, the southernmost part of Manhattan, and heads north along this famous road, where Eric sits in the back seat of the car, next to Janma, a rookie female agent sent by S.H.I.E.L.D. to help him "adjust" to modern life. Simmons, the bookish british chick with thick eyebrows, not only has to pay attention to his physical recovery, but also gives him a brief introduction to his surroundings along the way.

Just like now, from the moment she went out, her mouth barely stopped for a moment.

"This is the station on the New York subway Seventh Avenue line, if you want to go shopping on Broadway, you can take the train from here, originally from Van Kotland Park to 137th Street City College this section of the station does not stop, but then the usage rate has increased, some of the stations that were originally non-stop have also begun to stop, I will give you a special list of tables, to avoid mistakes when traveling alone in the future."

She wore wide myopia glasses that covered half of her face, held an iPad in her hand, and talked seriously, and after passing the subway station, she came to the next page.

Looking at this appearance, the next thing is to talk about the changes that happened in Times Square after 1962.

Eric was very patient, but he raised his eyebrows and responded in a casual voice, not shiying away from her kindness, after all, Miss Simmons had put a lot of effort into it, and she knew that she took this task very seriously by looking at the dense characters and pictures on the e-book she was holding.

If it were another agent, it wouldn't be so serious.

For example, the young man in the passenger seat in front of him, another rookie agent, Leo. Fitz, he looked disapproving, his round eyes open, and he turned his head to look at his colleague blankly.

"Do you have an opinion?" Without looking up at the face in front of her, Miss Simmons asked, as if she had automatically generated an electrocardiogram.

"I think you're talking too much, and from the data, the line was opened to traffic in 1904. 1923 extended to 215th Street to Flatbush Avenue and by 1959 at the latest to South Wharf, Mr. Eric should have been impressed with them, he did not need to remember so much, and the City and the operators were recently discussing a stop and stop measures, and the results would be available next month. Fitz pointed to the point, and it seemed to him clear that Simmons was making simple things more and more complicated.

Miss Simmons, however, did not see it that way, and immediately retorted with her glasses.

"Now that you're talking about the information, pay attention to Fitz, which also records that there was a remodeling after the fire at the station in '64. By that time, Mr. Eric had already left this world, which meant that he had no knowledge of the remodeled station, and there was nothing wrong with knowing the situation in detail before the hopping measures were suspended. ”

"Maybe there's nothing wrong with that, but it's not pointful, we should teach him how to use electronic tools first—trust me, sir, it's not difficult at all." The first half of Fitz's words was addressed to a colleague, and the second half was directed at Eric.

Eric smiled and didn't say anything. Along the way, he found the two men quite interesting. When speaking, there seems to be a natural tacit understanding, always one person speaks as soon as the voice falls, and the other person speaks, without the need for thinking and understanding at all. It's like a pair of intimate twins, not knowing how they do it.

Both of them are said to be graduates of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s affiliated academies, and perhaps there is some special method there that can make people achieve this effect.

But this intimacy occasionally has a side effect, and that is when one of them becomes curious about something. The other person will also notice that at the same time. Just like at this moment, the two young people blinked their bright pupils together and looked at him with blank eyes. It seems that I want to find something unknown from him.

"What do you want to know?" Eric asked casually, reaching out to the side.

"What happened after you disappeared." Fitz in the front row asked without thinking.

"Where did you go and what happened?" Simmons added, graciously handing him a drink.

Eric smiled and took the drink and savored it slowly.

"I thought you were more interested in my abilities." He glanced ahead, and the driver sent by S.H.I.E.L.D. was silent, but the tiny device on his collar was quietly signaling.

"Of course we're interested, but space and time theory is more important to science than superpowers." The two rookies said in unison, they are smart and kind, and they will not cause others to be disgusted, I believe that it is for this reason that Fury sent two young men with innocent backgrounds to Eric in order to win his trust, but everything has its pros and cons, compared to the agent profession, these two people are more inclined to scientific research, so that they completely forget the advice of their superiors, and they want to know what Eric encountered in another dimension.

In the face of such young people, Eric did not hide it, picking up some of the things he saw and heard in the gap between time and space, it was enough to satisfy their curiosity.

"Actually, there is nothing special, everything in the universe is the same. Human beings always think that they are unique, the theory of existence is always based on uniqueness, and mathematics is used as a measurement tool, but this is not the case, there are no numbers in this world, scientists simplify existence so that human beings can understand, and create units of weights and measures for calculation, but gradually forget the essence of things, pay attention to appearances and put aside the most critical and no longer pay attention, otherwise they may have long understood the changes outside the world. Eric said lightly, the liquid in the cup swaying slightly, rippling with an amber halo.

"But if human beings are not so unique, and the world is not governed by mathematical laws, then what is it?" Fitz asked with a frown, Gemma. Simmons had the same expression.

Eric raised his eyebrows, his mind vibrating in the void, and immediately a holographic projection appeared in front of him, showing a road that cleared after the rain, with green meadows and green trees on either side of the road.

"Suppose a car is running on the road, increasing its speed infinitely, and soon the car will disappear, and people can't see its appearance at this time, how can we verify its existence?"

With Eric's question, a car similar to the car they were riding in appeared on the road, leaving from one end and then the other, and so on, quickly becoming a hazy light and shadow, and then finally disappearing from the naked eye as the speed increased......

"So in essence, time is the proof of existence, time is the only unit of measurement, time proves the existence of matter, without time, there is no us."

As he spoke, the image changed again, the moment the car stopped, or more accurately, it was time standing still that made it reappear, and the two agents could even feel the momentum of the car's violent forward rush and the dust raised behind the car in the illusion, and now these subtle manifestations hovered in the void.

"Time ......," they murmured, and they couldn't help but reach out and touch the car in the painting, as if to break the stillness and allow time to flow again.

"Yes, time." Eric raised his glass. "So what seems to you is a long decades, but in my feelings it's a different story entirely."

The picture fades away, Simmons and Fitz are lost, this is due to the perception generated by ability, ordinary people may be able to deduce some theories with wisdom, but it is difficult to understand the mystery firsthand.

Seeing the expressions of the two young men, Eric did not disturb them, and ordered the driver to pull the car aside, and he felt a fierce fight breaking out in the air.

Soon Jenma and Fitz both found out that a thick wall had somehow fallen off the building, tumbling and crashing onto the road, splashing broken bricks everywhere.

If the car hadn't slowed down and stopped just now, it might have been swept away by the aftermath, which would be terrible.

They hurriedly got out of the car and looked up.

"It's Spider-Man." Zhenma shouted.

"And the Green Goblin." Fitz added.

They report back to the higher authorities and explain the situation to Eric, which is what S.H.I.E.L.D. thinks he needs to know.

Before Eric left this era, the Green Goblin Norman had been eliminated, and Peter continued to do what he thought was right, but during this time there were some problems, and a new generation of Green Goblin was reborn, turning into a young man, he was not like the previous one, but bent on chasing Spider-Man, and as the object of chasing, Spider-Man is also a little eccentric, since he changed the red and blue tights to black, his style has become unscrupulous, often disregarding the safety of the citizens to make some dangerous moves, which greatly damaged his reputation.

Now they were chasing through the air, one pulling spider silk and the other stepping on a glider, and the two men were fighting fiercely in mid-air, either breaking the façade of a building or getting in the way of nearby machinery under construction.

Finally, when they left, a new accident occurred - a giant crane that was lifting steel beams was affected by the fight and lost control, and the heavy steel beams roared by, swept across the adjacent office building, shattering the entire floor of windows, and the people inside screamed and avoided.

When the bundle of steel beams swung back again, and swept over the floor below the office building, the load-bearing walls disappeared, and the most damaged floor collapsed violently, and tables, chairs, papers, and various debris fell one after another, falling to the ground and becoming shattered.

"There's someone up there." The sharp-eyed Fitz shouted, and looking in the direction of his finger, one could see two women barely clutching the façade decorations at the edge of the collapsed floor. (To be continued......)

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