Luke was alone with Darcy, and he was using the Big Dipper clone, so he had nothing to worry about.
After finding a quiet restaurant for afternoon tea, he took the monitor that Darcy was holding.
After feeding Darcy a bellyful of tea and snacks, he asked about Dr. Selvig's situation, then quietly put the monitor back in Darcy's bag and sent her back to her place.
Watching Darcy enter the building, Luke started the car, feeling a little satisfied.
The monitor had been made by Dr. Jane and Dr. Selvig together. The raw materials weren't top-notch, and definitely couldn't compare to a rich man like Luke.
However, both of them had unique insights and research into the theory and practical application of the Einstein-Rosen Bridge (which was also known as wormholes).
They had also taken a different approach to the monitoring algorithm, which could be integrated into Luke's surveillance system.
After driving for a while, Luke finished adjusting the monitoring algorithm, and suddenly felt as if he had forgotten something.
What had he forgotten? It was definitely insignificant, but it was something that happened today … Luke frowned and scrolled through his memories.
A few seconds later, his expression relaxed. "So it's Darcy's intern. I think he was forgotten at the factory."
Looking at the time, it was already six in the evening. He shook his head. "He's an adult. He has a phone, a wallet, and a car. He can come back on his own. There shouldn't be a need to remind Darcy."
Thinking that, Luke put the intern to the back of his mind.
On the other side, Darcy went upstairs and lay on the sofa, breathing out in satisfaction.
She had enjoyed a high-end afternoon tea. Although the handsome guy who accompanied her was a little old, he was pleasing to the eye, and it was interesting to chat with him.
Unfortunately, Jane didn't know what was wrong!
Dr. Selvig, who was looking for her, had run off somewhere, and even her intern … Hm, wait, where was that intern? Darcy suddenly thought of someone who had been forgotten for hours.
Emm ~ He should know how to make a phone call, right? Thinking that, she decisively gave up on thinking about the intern and continued to reminisce about the beautiful afternoon tea.
…
The next day, London was rather calm.
Standing outside the police department, Luke looked at the flock of birds in the sky and nodded thoughtfully. "Hm, it's not pigeons. It's … starlings. "
Starlings were winter migrants, migrating to the warm Mediterranean region every autumn.
Today was November 10th, China's lunar calendar had already passed the beginning of winter, and winter had officially begun.
The flock of Eurasian birds had been "teleported" to London from some unknown place.
As he looked up at the birds, Daisy and the unfortunate intern, Ian, got off the bus not far away and hurried over.
"Wilson, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting, right?" Darcy said, panting.
Luke lowered his head again and again, and glanced at the chest that was rising and falling violently. "It's fine. I just arrived."
His Strength 120 was ridiculously strong, and sleep was a rare pleasure for him. Every day, he had to forcefully control his body to barely sleep for an hour.
Therefore, the Level 3 doppelganger woke up in the wee hours of the morning and wandered around London, not caring if it was waiting for anyone or not.
As the three of them walked into the police station, he asked casually, "Why did you take the bus?"
Darcy's face was bitter. "The car is still at the factory. The intern lost the key yesterday. He almost lost himself."
Luke didn't care about the intern at all. He simply said, "Then I'll send you back later."
At the front desk of the temporary detention center, Darcy went up and said that she wanted to bail Dr. Selvig out. Luke paid 2,000 pounds.
The poor Darcy and the intern couldn't fork out this sum of money, so they could only ask him for help. Dr. Selvig would pay them back later.
However, it was only in passing. Luke also wanted to observe Dr. Selvig, who was said to have "gone crazy."
If he could still work, he would let him continue studying London's spatial chaos.
Mental illness? It didn't matter at all.
It was standard for genius scientists in Marvel to get this — especially before they became villains.
The officer at the front desk looked back and forth between Darcy and the intern. "Who's the relative? Come and sign."
The intern stood there with a blank expression on his face.
Darcy elbowed him on the waist, and there was a murderous look on her face. "Hurry up and sign the papers and get your father out, Selvig."
Enlightened, the intern stammered at the officer. "Ah, right, Eric Selvig should be my dad."
The officer was expressionless as he pushed the register in his hand. Look at this kid's nervous expression. Did he inherit his mental illness?
Luke watched silently from the side. He had no intention of using his superpowers or making a phone call to get the man out.
After all, this was just a normal procedure that could be done in half an hour. Secondly, it wasn't like Dr. Selvig was going to die in the detention room right away.
On the contrary, the doctor was doing pretty well in there after his arrest.
Not only did he have food and water, he didn't have to suffer the cold and wind like before, and he could even teach quantum mechanics to his companions in the detention room.
A moment later, Dr. Selvig was brought to the front desk.
He was wearing an ill-fitting gray sweater. The style was old, and it looked like it was donated old clothes.
He was wearing a pair of dark blue football shorts, and his calves were bare in men's stockings and leather shoes.
Coupled with his expressionless face and dull eyes, he looked like a disabled person.
Darcy squeezed out a smile and waved her hands. "Hey, Dr. Selvig."
"Huh?" Dr. Selvig looked up at her blankly, with no intention of remembering her at all.
He really was a mad scientist. He could even forget such a great woman like Darcy. Luke grumbled inwardly.
A moment later, after Darcy introduced herself to Dr. Jane, his dull eyes finally lit up. "It's you, Darcy? It's great to see you. "
As he spoke, he hugged Darcy like an aggrieved baby and almost sobbed.
Selvig asked, "How did you find me?"
The intern on the side packed up the doctor's personal belongings and couldn't help but interject, "You were on the TV news. We all saw you running naked at Stonehenge."
Darcy gritted her teeth. She felt a little desperate facing two brainless companions at the same time. "Hey, hurry up and pack up your" daddy's "things so we can send him home."
A moment later, the four of them got into Luke's car and returned to Dr. Selvig's apartment in London.
As a world-famous scientist — excluding the news about running naked, Dr. Selvig still had some prestige.
In fact, he received a certain amount of research grants from Stark Industries every quarter.
He wasn't rich, but compared to most researchers who lived frugally, he at least didn't have to worry about food and clothing.
It was just that he didn't have enough research funding, because scientists never had enough research funding.
While Dr. Selvig, who had been hit by a Mental Rejection, recovered and went to change his clothes, Luke picked up a few silver-gray instruments that the intern had brought back.
At five in the morning yesterday, Dr. Selvig had ridden this "scientific wand" that he had "personally built" and run naked at Stonehenge.
When he was arrested, he had even shouted that this was a "divine weapon" that could save the world.
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