Manhattan, New York, Mission Room of the Department of Norms and Crime of the Supernatural Forces Order.

Raven was dressed in a white lady's suit, with red hair and blue skin, and a pair of white-rimmed glasses that I don't know if there was a prescription, and he suddenly turned into a thin young man with red and blue heterochromatic eyes, and his hair was obviously gray and dry due to malnutrition.

Emaciated cheeks and pale skin, medium height, wearing a plaid shirt and jeans, the appearance of a high school student of seventeen or eighteen.

"Jason Stryker, about seventeen years old, a sophomore at Orem High School in Louisville, Kentucky, whose family and personal circumstances are unknown, and the only thing that the Kentucky mutant affairs agent finally sent back was this Polaroid photo and name."

Raven spun around in front of Steve and Peggy, showing the young man's appearance, maintaining the image of Jason Stryker, dragging his chin with his thin arms, and muttering:

"Centered on a low-cost apartment building in the suburbs of Louisville, including parts of the two surrounding streets, residents stayed at home for days, and the streets were eerily quiet and deserted."

Peggy handed over the events she had done, and then Raven continued:

"The first information was reported by the police officer in charge of policing in that area, but soon the entire police station could not be contacted, and as long as anyone was near the apartment, they never came out again."

After the Louisville branch of the state's paranormal event handling department discovered the anomaly, it sent a number of agents to investigate within a few days, and finally only a Delta-class evolutionary with weak psychic power brought back the young man's photo and name, and then fell asleep, and has not woken up until now."

Steve Rogers listened to the information of the two in the "Whip of Order" work uniform, which was similar to the military dress but not as cumbersome.

The blue-black straight uniform set off his tall and burly figure and became more oppressive, Steve raised his eyebrows and took a serious look at Raven's changed appearance a few times, then lowered his head and carefully deduced the process of the incident, and asked suspiciously:

"Jason. Stryker. Stryker? The same as the one from the Mutant Force Institute more than ten years ago—"

"That's right!"

Raven slapped his face, and the clothes and skin on his body were finely shredded and floated into scaly ripples, turning back to his original appearance, and he said with great seriousness:

"It's Major Stryker, who worked for Hoover and killed Charles miserably, this Jason is his biological son according to investigation, and we have found William Stryker, who worked in a grocery store in Kentucky after being released from prison, and he even claimed that he was never married, let alone had children! Seems to have forgotten everything related to Jason and his wife. ”

Steve shook his head with a sigh and smiled, Major Stryker, who had tried to make a mutant into a sharp knife in his hand, was in such an ironic situation.

Throwing the investigation report on the table, Rogers General straightened his uniform and said aloud:

"Raven, Peggy, your intelligence work is getting better and better now, and even Stryker has been found and investigated so quickly. I'll take it myself, this young man is supposed to be an evolutionary of mental and spiritual abilities, but unfortunately Professor Charles and his wife have not been there recently, otherwise it would be most appropriate to leave it to them. ”

Peggy got up to help Steve straighten his bow tie and suggested with a serious look:

"Let's let Alex go, Mr. and Emma have very important things to do recently, Eric hasn't come back from the magnetic pole yet, it's better for you to sit in the headquarters."

Steve thought about it, and still said a little uneasy:

"Alex's strength is too strong, but his partner has good control"

"I'm also going, I haven't been out on field duty for a long time, feel the working state of the 'Whip of Order' law enforcement, we wear brainwave resistance equipment, there shouldn't be any problems, it's just that this young man is still a student, how to deal with it"

After Raven had won the task, he looked at Steve and nodded, approving her plan, and asked about the solution to the problem of the underage power being out of control.

Captain Rogers looked at Jason Stryker's photo again, his cheeks were sunken, his dark eyes looked sickly, and he showed a hideous and poignant face in front of the candid camera, which made people look a little panicked.

"According to the specific situation of the scene, the social harm caused by the unstable mutation force of ordinary teenagers, as long as the circumstances are not serious, will be classified as the academy for teaching and discipline, this Jason is almost an adult, if the condition is really bad, he will be locked up in the 'wolf tower' first, and teach her to deal with it when his wife comes back."

William, William? You're here, dear Mr. and Mrs. Louis next door, said yesterday that we should go to tea, and wait for me to change my clothes! Louis, I like your dress, what about my daughter? Oh, it just popped up, hehehe"

Jason Stryker sat on the sofa in the living room of his apartment, his white shirt was so dirty that he couldn't see the background, and his gray and sickly face was dead silent.

He looked straight at his mother, unkempt, wearing a pair of shorts and a gray plaid shirt, with little blood on her face, but her strange mental state was excellent, like an addict who had taken some kind of drug.

She would laugh at the air in the room, sip from a teacup that didn't exist at all, and pick up some stinky food on the messy coffee table and eat it happily.

From time to time, he also praised the taste of the pastries made by Mrs. Louis, and chatted with the neighbors next door.

Jason, who was so tired, was like an oil lamp that was about to dry up, his eyelids couldn't help dropping, his head hung to the side, and he fell asleep in a daze.

Bang. Bang. Bang.

"Shhh

The sound of banging from time to time next door and upstairs suddenly woke Jason Stryker, his body trembled, the corners of his shriveled mouth grinned to both sides, the skin of his lips cracked, he patted his head through gritted teeth, and soon the restlessness around him fell silent.

"Who are you? Jay, Jason William! What about my husband and children! Who are you?"

Marcy Stryker looked at the skeletal man in front of him, and the dirty and dilapidated room, and for a moment did not understand where the handsome and dashing husband and the neighbor next door had gone.

She tore her hair hysterically and fell to the ground, kicked her legs on the floor littered with garbage such as fast food boxes and empty cans and drink bottles, and flinched backwards, knocking over stools and coffee tables, adding to the mess in the room.

"No, it's okay mom! It's okay, it's okay. That's it."

The fingertips of Jason's right hand pressed hard against his temple, as if he wanted to poke in, and he reached out and tugged at his mother, watching her face calm down, saliva dripping from the corners of her mouth.

After a while, his mother's beautiful heterochromatic pupils squeezed out a little brilliance, happily stroked his cheeks, and said softly:

"Baby, what do you want to eat at night? Let's go downtown for Indian food? Or Mexican food? Take your pick! ”

"It's all right, Mom, it's all right."

Jason's eyes were bloodshot, and he was biting his lip so hard that he didn't even notice that blood was oozing out.

Suddenly, there was some kind of roar like a car engine outside the building, but it was exceptionally "silky" and clear.

Jason Stryker hurriedly got up and leaned on the balcony as if looking out, and it turned out to be a blue-black flying machine spewing with ice blue flames spitting in the air between the apartment buildings.

"I'm okay. I can hold on any longer! ”

Jason was almost skinny, his bony hands were covered with green tendons, pressing both sides of his forehead, and the red and blue heterochromatic pupils looked at the special flying machine hovering in front of him, and the hallucinatory manipulation of the psychic brain wave was released to the extreme.

Dididi.

Raven and Alex, along with his lieutenant, the mutant Lazaro wore dark blue brainwave isolation helmets and looked at the Whip of Order's Enforcer's standard sonic plane, the Wolffang, with a constant flash of red light on the detection instrument panel and a horn in warning.

Although the psychic and psychic powers are extremely high and sophisticated, most of the brainwave energy can be detected and defended, and they already have an idea of what this young man is capable of.

"Lázaro."

Alex tilted his head to signal to the players in the back row, and Lazaro, a bald mutant with dark stripes on his face, looked at the target through the porthole, his right hand was facing Jason in a claw shape, and slowly twisted his wrist.

"Gross! Vomit"

Jason Stryker's stomach suddenly swelled violently, and he vomited frantically on the gray railing of the balcony, retching the yellow-green juice in his stomach after two hits.

Jason, who was already extremely pale, was as pale as a paper man at the moment, and he knelt on the ground with the iron railing, as if he had a fever and hugged his arms and swayed.

"Alas, so young, call the police and ambulance department of the city of Louisville, the outer streets have been hypnotized for three days this apartment does not know."

Raven looked at the young man's painfully twisted facial features, his head on the ground and sobbing maniacally, and sighed helplessly.

Flying all the way, looking down from the sky, the apartment and the two adjacent streets are as dead and silent as the end of the world, and the police on the periphery and the staff of the local mutant affairs department do not dare to go deep into it, as long as they enter a certain range, they will be lost in the illusion or unconscious.

Ever since Jason first halluciculated his mother, Marcy Stryker, he has been poisoned and can't stop.

Jason Stryker, who was only nine years old at the time, watched his mother struggle and grief alone because her husband was in prison, and he began to try to make his mother see his returning father, so that she could forget all the unhappiness in life for a while.

But time after time, day after day, Jason's psychic illusions were used more frequently and more proficiently.

As he came into contact with the outside world in his life, the environment in his mother's mind was constantly affected, and Jason had to pull more of the people around him into his own phantom manipulation.

In the end, she was completely hallucinated, and the surrounding neighbors were forced into a coma, which affected a large part of the community and even the teachers and classmates in her own school.

Many of the thousands of ordinary people who were manipulated by illusion died at home due to various circumstances, and some even died of hunger and dehydration, and those who survived also suffered indelible mental damage after waking up.

When reality and illusion are indistinguishable, when people begin to doubt the "truth" of the real, how can they maintain the belief in life?

(End of chapter)