When Bruce got up from bed in the morning, his face didn't look good. He felt as if he had a nightmare last night, but he couldn't remember what it was. Yesterday, in the forum, he saw a post called "Mutants Memorabilia". He had a general understanding of the mutants.
In 1962, the First X-Men and the First Brotherhood were established.
In 1973, Mutants appeared at the Paris Conference, and the public began to know about the existence of Mutants. Ordinary people panicked about the abilities of Mutants. In order to let the public know that they could protect the public, Bolivar Trask's "Sentinel Project" project was launched.
In order to solve the serious Mutants problem, thousands of people gathered in front of the White House in Washington from all over the world and journalists from at least 50 countries and regions witnessed the Sentinel robot exhibition.
Magneto controlled the Sentinel robot to start the attack mode, and many government officials were protected into the underground shelter of the White House. Mystique, who wanted to kill Bolivar Trask and become a Secret Service member, was also there. The Sentinel attack prompted a second level alert and air defense alert. At that time, President Nixon questioned and lost trust in Bolivar Trask because of the attack.
Magneto smashed the RFK stadium around the White House, destroyed the White House, and manipulated the White House's surveillance equipment to broadcast a global live broadcast speech: Questioning the government's behavior of creating weapons to destroy Mutants, warning all humans- Mutants will cause the destruction of the human race, and humans who hinder the survival of Mutants will suffer the same fate as the senior government officials who were about to be killed at the scene. And called on Mutants all over the world to stop hiding and unite to join his Brotherhood.
In order to save the other innocent people present, Mystique turned into President Nixon to confront Magneto, and successfully used a plastic gun to stun Magneto, and gave up on killing Bolivar Trask. These were seen by the government cabinet present, and recorded by the on-site surveillance, live broadcast, and seen by all humans and Mutants. Mystique Raven Darkholme became the "Mutants Heroine Image of Mutants Saving the Government Cabinet".
But because the people were still afraid of Mutants with different appearances or abilities at that time, in order to integrate into the society of ordinary people, Mutants hardly showed their differences in front of ordinary people. This gradually became a thing that was not explicitly stated but conventionally agreed upon. After that, the government and the leader of the mutated humans reached an agreement, and the mutated humans disappeared from the eyes of ordinary people. Even the related reports were deleted.
In 1983, Magneto, Professor X, and his students, Jean Grey, Scott Summers, Aurora Monroe, and other young X-Men, fought against and defeated the awakened Apocalypse.
In the same year, the Tribute Club, the predecessor of the Tribute Forum, was established to thank the Mutant pioneers for everything they had done to protect the Mutants and to build a communication platform between Mutants to help each other.
Until now, most ordinary people did not know about the existence of Mutants, but Mutants lived peacefully in the world of ordinary people.
Although there was only a brief introduction of the pioneers in the forum, Bruce was very clear about their abilities. He even had a general idea of their life experiences. This could be attributed to the experience of the "previous life". However, he hated this feeling very much because it made him feel that this world was no different from the various storyline worlds he had experienced in the space of reincarnation. This was not the destination he wanted to return to.
Bruce thought of Tony Stark, who had become Iron Man, and frowned. Knowing the experience of some people or what they would experience did not give him any sense of superiority. Some people in this world developed according to the established trajectory he knew, but it made him feel that everything in this world was fake, as if he was just in a movie or a dream. Or, could it be that he was the fake one?
Without even eating breakfast, Bruce changed his clothes and went to work. Suddenly, he was eager to see the people who were tied to him, the people who had a certain emotional connection with him. In other words, his team members. Only these people who were with him and whom he had invested his feelings in could make him feel real.
But when Bruce came to the empty office, he realized that he was being silly. As long as there was no case, his work and rest were very regular. He looked at the time after omitting the morning exercise step. There were still about two hours before the start of work.
Bruce's mind was empty as he sat in the chair, holding the pen on the table and spinning it unconsciously. He wanted to clear his mind and figure out why he suddenly fell into such a mood, but his mind was a mess. He thought of Mutants for a while, then Iron Man for a while, and then BAU for a while.
To be honest, weren't these team members also characters in a story he knew? Why didn't he reject them like he did Iron Man and Mutants now?
The difference was that he didn't remember the plot at all. For such a long time, these "ordinary people" without strong individual strength couldn't become the plot characters that he might encounter in a derivative world. He didn't need to remember their abilities.
The most important thing was that he could see a little bit of his past.
The ordinary person who hadn't entered the reincarnation space yet. He didn't have any special abilities, and he was even a little thin compared to his peers because he didn't like to exercise.
He missed that kind of himself. He missed the time when he would skip classes to play games with his roommates, stay up late to watch dramas, and stay up late at the end of the semester to worry about whether he would fail. He was an ordinary person with family and friends. That was life. There were happiness and troubles, but there was little sadness. At least he didn't worry about his life. At that time, he never felt that kind of life was so beautiful. After that, even if he wanted to go crazy, he couldn't go back.
For a long time after entering the space of reincarnation, in order to survive, he kept telling himself that what he experienced was just a dream. In this way, he seemed to be able to separate himself from the cruel and merciless and the kind of ordinary people, so as to lessen the pain of these unexpected cruel experiences. Later, even if he had grown strong enough to face these, he still sometimes felt that it was just a dream, even if he knew that it was all real.
He buried this feeling deep in his heart, but today, it jumped out for some reason.
Could this be a false dream? He used to hope so, but now he was afraid of it.
Bruce put down the pen in his hand and picked up the paper cutter on the table. He seemed to have encountered a problem. He frowned and turned the paper cutter like a pen.
For a long time, he made up his mind: whether it was anticipation or fear, he wouldn't allow himself to live in a dream. Wake up.
Bruce pushed the button on the paper cutter and opened it. The expression on his face was very rational. He used the knife to cut his wrist.
The pain came. Bruce looked at the blood on his wrist and breathed a sigh of relief.
At this moment, a familiar voice came from the door. "What are you doing?!" It was more serious than before.
Bruce stood up in shock. He hurriedly opened the drawer and threw the paper cutter in. Then, he put his cut left hand behind his back and looked at the person who came.
It was not until he saw this person that he could tell himself with certainty that this was a real world. How could a world where there was a person who he had given almost all his feelings for not be real?
He looked at Hotch almost greedily. After a few seconds, he looked away because he saw that Hotch was looking at his table with a frown. There were a few drops of blood on the table. He said guiltily, "I'm … fine." When he spoke, he found that his voice was a little hoarse.
"Uh … I just accidentally cut my hand." Bruce lowered his head slightly and felt Hotch's gaze on his face.
Hotch reached out and grabbed Bruce's arm that was hidden behind his back. With a little force, he pulled his hand out. The red cut on his wrist appeared in front of the two of them.
Bruce almost used his ability to heal the wound in that second without thinking. In the end, his rationality reminded him that there was still blood on the table. How could he explain that there was no wound?
"That … I don't have suicidal tendencies. If I wanted to kill myself, I definitely wouldn't choose to do it here …" Bruce said. He realized that something was wrong. "No, no, no, I definitely won't kill myself. My mind is very normal. Trust me, I used just enough force. It's just a very shallow cut. It's not bleeding anymore. I definitely didn't cut the artery." Bruce was a little incoherent as he explained. He felt that Hotch's face was even darker.
The wound on his wrist did not give him face. Blood flowed down his palm and dripped onto the floor. Bruce quickly took out a tissue to wipe the blood on the table and the floor. Then, he took out another tissue to press on the wound on his hand.
"I'll take you to the hospital," Hotch said.
Bruce felt that his tone was a little scary. "No, it's just a small wound …" Seeing Hotch's expression, Bruce shrunk his head and did not continue.
Not long after work started, the team members saw Garcia pacing back and forth in front of Hotch's office. Even the sound of her high heels clicking on the floor could be heard.
Rossi walked out of the office next door. "What's the matter, Garcia?"
"Why isn't Hotch here yet? I have something important to tell him." Garcia was holding a big envelope in her hand. There was a hint of panic in her voice.
"He'll be back soon. Maybe there's something you can tell me." Rossi looked at Garcia's expression and said with concern.
Garcia passed the envelope in her hand to Rossi. "I found this when I opened the mailbox at home this morning. Oh, this is definitely not my admirer. Although I know that I have a special charm, this is a disgusting voyeur."
"What?" Rossi led Garcia into her office.
"This envelope is filled with my photos. I don't know who sent them. I don't remember taking these photos. They were all taken secretly." Garcia was obviously anxious and scared.
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