A silver-white Chevrolet Copache pulled up at the door of the apartment, and the person who came down casually took it to the door and shouted to the man who was carrying the furniture, "Hey, Dr. Landau." ”

Landau put the box in his hand into the trunk and placed it with a blank face, and turned to look at the visitor.

"You're really seizing every minute." Coming over to Jack, he patted Landau on the shoulder and asked, "Need help?" ”

"Of course."

Rando and Jack in front of him lifted the last box and stuffed it into the trunk, leaving no more than enough space to fit in.

"The space is really accurate!" Jack exclaimed and gave Landau a thumbs up, "You've always been so precise. ”

A hint of loneliness flashed under Landau's calm eyes, and he tilted his head to look in the direction of Chevrolet.

Another car came to a halt, and the bearded Thomson who got out of the driver's seat shouted into Landau, "Are you going to tell us what the hell is going on?" ”

"I just don't like to hear the word goodbye." There was a hint of sadness in Landau's tone.

Closing the trunk, Landau greeted the three colleagues who had come to see him off.

Thomson came over with a bamboo basket from his pickup, "You can't stay a little longer and taste the food we've got for you, look here." ”

"Chicken wraps, barbecue, beer, oh, and your favorite apple pie." Thomson lifted the blue and white plaid cloth from the bamboo basket and showed Landau what they had carefully prepared.

Thomson was very proud: "If we had enough time, we could have done more." ”

Landau smiled and led the group into the room.

The empty room was now only furnished, and Thomson helped set up the food and handed Landau a bottle of beer.

Landau took the beer and took a large sip straight into his mouth.

If it was more than a thousand years ago, when he had not been in this world, Landau would not have taken a look at such wine.

Standing on the windowsill, Landau looked at the afterglow of the setting sun and took another sip.

A slightly bitter taste permeated his mouth, and Landau came back to his senses and heard the female colleague who came to see him off say, "Do you still have to wait for us to ask?" ”。

"You have to admit that this decision was made too hastily." Jack found a chair and sat down, looking at Landau, "Tell you the truth, Landau, what kind of difficulties are you encountering. ”

Landau leaned against the window, shaking his head.

"To be honest, I'm a little curious right now. Where are you going, you gave up your position as a history professor at Harvard University and resigned as director....."

Landau, who was leaning against the window, interrupted Jack, "Wandering sickness, a condition that has been discovered and documented in the park for about a thousand years or so. ”

"I know!" Thomson picked up from the couch and walked over to Landau, "There are some unreliable biographies that mention this condition, and constantly moving is the earliest and most effective way to solve it. ”

Thomson walked up to Landau and smirked, "How's it going?" I'm not very reliable. ”

Everyone in the room laughed, and didn't ask Rando why he was leaving.

Picking up a small object on the windowsill, Thomson exclaimed, "This is an oriental peach pit carving, it's really small and exquisite!" It looks like it's been around for a while, like an antique. ”

Landau smiled slightly, "I got it from Chinatown, two dollars." ”

The conversation ended again, and the room fell silent.

Landau turned around, bathed in the slanting sun, looked at the three colleagues sitting down and hesitated for a moment and said, "I'm glad that you can come to see you off, I'm just not used to it, and I don't want to hear the word goodbye." ”

"We're glad to be able to sit here and say goodbye to you," Thomson walked over to Landau and touched the beer bottle, "Tell me, you've been hiding your mind like this, how long are you going to hide?" ”

Landau held up the beer bottle and drank the rest in one gulp, "The more I knew, the more lost I became. Assuming that human beings can live forever, will anyone be able to touch the edge of the universe and eventually break through the universe? ”

"First of all, from a biological point of view," Thomson said as he returned to his place and sat down, "I think theoretically, we humans can live forever even if we are not mutants. ”

"Hey, Thomson. What are you talking about? Lisa, the only female colleague, suspected that Thomson was fooling around, "You're a biology professor at Harvard, don't make some ridiculous remarks." ”

"The perfect regeneration of the body's cells, coupled with the perfect immune system, is able to achieve this process." Thomson stroked his beard and added, "Maybe that's what Captain America is, but he's gone." Otherwise, I'll have to look into it. ”

Jack took a sip of the beer in his hand and joked: "If there is magic, or if there are vampires, maybe there are immortal people in the current human society, who knows if there will be immortal mutants?"

Beyond the question of eternal life, I think the second question is more worth exploring. Suppose the universe is like a game played by our students, what is that game called? ”

"World of Warcraft." Thomson reminded, "Jack, you should look at the Internet. I heard that in the future, I will use computers to teach classes. ”

Jack nodded to indicate that he knew, and then elaborated his thoughts, "Assuming that there is a system of crystal walls, then he must have the strength to break the crystal walls, just the strength of Captain America is not enough, and I don't think mutants can either."

Unfortunately, with the current state of technology, I don't see any signs that humans can touch the crystal walls. ”

Landau put down the beer bottle, crossed his hands and looked at the sunset outside the window, and said, "So I've been waiting for it since a thousand years ago." Wait for it all to begin, until this planet enters the transcendent era. ”

The room suddenly fell silent, three of you, you look at me, I look at you.

After a moment, Jack frowned slightly and confessed, "I feel like Dr. Landau is talking about his science fiction, and I have to admit that this story appealed to me." ”

"Jack, look at how tall you are." Landau stretched out his hand and put a stroke on the top of his head, "I have seen Merlin in Tibet, Archmage Merlin, he is not as thin as the legend says, but very tall and mighty. ”

Landau said as he picked up the walnut carving by the window, whether it was a precious relic or not, and used it as a carving knife to carve a tall figure on the wallpaper.

When Landau finished painting, Jack simply stood up, walked to the wallpaper to block the portrait, and made a hand gesture with a wand aimed at Landau, "Arvada gnaws big melon!" ”

Everyone laughed, and Jack was still waving his non-existent wand, "Dr. Landau, be sure to show me when you're done writing this book." I will help you correct what does not conform to human sociology. ”

"Of course, I will also help you fill in the mistakes of the occult, but I didn't expect my private hobby to work one day. Merlin, for example, will not be found in Tibet. ”

Landau also smiled and nodded, and then continued: "No matter what kind of magic it is, there is a certain price to pay, and it doesn't help me to learn it. Yao is different, he inherited the mantle of Merlin..."

"Smack, smack, slap," Jack immediately applauded as he sat back, "Good proposal, only dark magic requires sacrifices and costs, which is really unreasonable." I love your premise. ”

"At the same time, the war of the gods broke out." Landau pointed to the mural on the closet and said, "The gods of the defeated earth have lost their faith for thousands of years, and the miracles have been cut off from somewhere. ”

The crowd saw the mural in the afterglow of the setting sun, and in the dim light, they could only vaguely discern a group of various gods besieging a giant.

"Historically, the power of the pope weakened to the freezing point at that time." The female colleague hugged the pillow and expressed her opinion.

Landau walked to the door and reached for the switch, "Of course, some of the tricks are quite useful. For example, ignition. ”

The fireplace in the room suddenly ignited, slightly illuminating the room.

"Then, the first generation of extraordinary heroes appeared." Landau walked back to the living room and stood behind the couch, leaning his arms around the back of the couch. "Lisa, do you remember the secret society of Hellfire?"

"Does it exist?" Lisa remembered and turned to look at Landau, "If it exists, it's a discovery that's enough to win the Candir History Award!" ”

Under the flickering firelight, Landau's face intertwined between light and darkness, "At the beginning, Hellfire was just an elite organization, but it was quickly infiltrated by mutants, and it was precisely because of the participation of mutants that it became the most influential secret society on Earth. ”

"Mutants?" Puzzled, Thomson asked himself: "For so many years, no organization has reported on mutants, I thought it was a made up legend." ”

"They're causing me a lot of trouble." Landau tilted his head, looked at Thomson, and then resumed the story.

Before they knew it, it was already dark, and the three of them listened to Landau's story so intently, not realizing that the wood in the fireplace was still the same.

"I have to say, mutants are more than magical Rypi." Landau raised his foot and stomped on the floor, and the lights in the room suddenly turned on, startling everyone.

Landau laughed, "Relax guys, it's just a voice-activated light I've modified." ”

"I had to leave Europe and come to the north of Canada." Landau leaned forward and continued: "On a manor, I taught a child martial arts. Yes, Chinese Kung Fu. ”

"Then I went to the United States and made friends with a lot of people, like Woodrow Wilson, and watched him run successfully. Later, I made new friends, until the outbreak of World War II, and I wanted to go to China for a walk. ”

Landau let out a long sigh, "Yao has appeared, and he has a new name. He foresaw the future and exiled me to Antarctica. ”

"Of course I'm not going to freeze to death in Antarctica," Landau pointed to the fireplace, the fire rising, "because of magic." But I was also grounded there until a plane crashed in front of me. ”

Landau whispered, "It's Steve Rogers in the plane, and there's a bomb about to detonate inside." ”

Jack and Thomson got up at the same time and asked in unison, "So you saved Captain America, right?" ”

No longer leaning back on the couch, Landau straightened up and said, "Of course." It's just science fiction after all, right? ”

Landau stretched out his hand, glanced at his watch, and said, "I'd love to continue the story, but apparently time doesn't allow it. ”

The three of them watched Landau drive away together, and Thomson said unsatisfactorily: "It's really a good story, and that trick of ignition is the finishing touch." ”

"Hey, Jack." Thomson turned to Landau's apartment and said, "Don't you want to figure out how he controls the fire and the lights?" Dr. Landau isn't a mutant. ”

Lisa watched the two old men play, and reluctantly followed back behind.

In the bright porch, Lisa didn't see Jack, but she saw Thomson crouching in front of the fireplace in amazement.

"Thomson? What are you doing squatting there in a daze, we have to go back. ”

Unsure of what Thomson was up to, Lisa flipped the switch next to the door, only to find that she couldn't control the fireplace and the lights in the room couldn't be turned off.

"Jack?" Lisa called out to Jack and walked into the living room to shake Thomson and look at the fireplace.

Under the blazing firelight, there was no sign of burning in the wood!

As Landau drove the car, he suddenly remembered that he had forgotten to disarm the spell, and snapped his fingers.

The lights in the living room suddenly went out, even the fire in the fireplace disappeared, and the feeling of warmth gradually faded from the living room, and a terrifying chill crept up Lisa's spine.

"The Randolph has been without power, and it looks like it's been going on for days." Jack, who spoke loudly, appeared in the doorway, looking down the dark aisle.

"The wood in the fireplace has not burned!" Lisa, who ran out of the darkness, screamed in terror.

Thomson, who regained his senses, pulled Lisa and Jack and rushed to the street, looking in the direction that Landau was driving away.

"I finally understand why Dr. Landau knows so much about history," Thomson sighed as he put his arm around Lisa's shoulder.

Landau really didn't notice how remarkable his history department at Harvard University was.