Chapter 2706

Nick appeared very vigilant and approached the door slowly. Shiler was telling Felix a joke about the suburbs of Berlin, and Felix was laughing very happily, with an abnormal red on his pale face.

Nick put his hand on the gun at his waist, while Shiler leaned forward, leaned over to check Felix's fundus, and listened to his heartbeat with a stethoscope.

Nick still refused to relax, until Jones pushed him and whispered in his ear, "You can't treat him as a criminal on one hand and demand him to be a doctor on the other. Relax."

Nick sighed, walked in, and said, "Since you came here, I won't talk nonsense. Felix's father was an officer and helped us when we first arrived here, but he died, so we used his old house as a base while taking care of Felix."

"This child has congenital heart disease, but he didn't have surgery when he was young, so he has always been very weak. The doctor said he doesn't have many years to live. We need a surgeon to perform surgery on him now. Will it be you?"

Shiler listened to the sound in the stethoscope very seriously, his face gradually becoming somewhat heavy. He turned to look at Nick and said, "The best surgical period for congenital heart disease he has completely missed. If he has surgery now, the effect won't be that good, and there might be greater danger."

Nick didn't talk nonsense with him either, sat on the edge of the bed, looked at Felix, and said, "Do you want to have surgery? Felix, that might make your second half of life healthier, but it might also make you die or maintain the status quo. Bet on whether you can live past 25."

"Of course I want to have surgery." Felix said, "If I die, I won't blame anyone. This is just a joke from God. But if I can survive, perhaps I can do something beneficial to the world, which is considered repaying God for letting me go."

"Pious children will have good rewards." Shiler said, "God will definitely stand on your side, and also on my side."

Jones was obviously worried, but didn't open her mouth to stop it. Nick paused slightly and then said, "I can get a ward in the field hospital, but it definitely won't reach the sterile standard of the operating room. There are only very ordinary medicines, but I can get a complete set of surgical instruments. Do you think this will work?"

"No problem." Shiler stood up and said, "It's considered repaying you for helping Magda and Anya. God bless you."

"One last question." Nick didn't move away, but said in a muffled voice, "Are you really the church killer?"

"No, I am not." Shiler answered very firmly, "I have no need to kill them. I am just a doctor."

Nick stared at him with that deep gaze peculiar to agents, but eventually moved away. Ten minutes after Shiler left, Nick received a call, and the sound of long and short rings came from the other end of the phone.

Nick's eyes widened, and he immediately called Jonathan to copy down the code. Looking at the numbers gradually appearing on the paper, Nick's lips trembled slightly. He slapped the table and said, "Quick, go check this coordinate!"

Shiler quickly returned to Erik's home. He picked up Anya from the cradle and shook her, looking at this little girl who was born not long ago and sighed.

"Do you believe in my professional level?" Shiler turned to ask Erik.

Erik looked at him silently, but eventually nodded. Shiler said, "Thank you, because I have no way to prove my professional level now, so it's best if you believe me."

Erik had a bad premonition.

"Anya won't live past 10."

Shiler almost heard a lightning bolt ringing in his ear. He turned his head, and the sparks from the magnetic field disappeared, but everything around here was becoming unstable, and all metal objects were trembling.

"If you destroy her home now, she might not even live past 5." Shiler said very bluntly, "You should understand that born in this era, this situation is almost inevitable."

Erik pursed his lips tightly, revealing a broken expression he had never seen before. He couldn't accept this fact at all.

"Now you have two choices." Shiler said, "Accept your fate and bury her in the grave, or find a way to let her live in another way."

Erik almost rushed over, snatched Anya from Shiler's hand, as if eager to use something to block the death that might exist everywhere for her.

"What way do you have?" Erik asked him.

"Can you feel human brainwaves?"

"No, I can't." Erik gave an answer that exceeded Shiler's expectations. Shiler was slightly stunned, and then said, "Okay, you are still too young, maybe it really won't work now."

"Human flesh will perish, but brainwaves can be preserved in another way—everyone has a spiritual world, which can not only accommodate your own brainwaves, but also others'. And brainwaves are actually another form of magnetic field. If you can accurately find someone's brainwaves in the magnetic field, then you might also be able to use the magnetic field to preserve the brainwaves and put them into your spiritual world."

"This way Anya can get rid of the body that causes her to suffer, and live in your spiritual space. Perhaps when future technology develops, she can also possess a new body."

Erik shook his head and said, "Fantasy."

"No." Shiler turned back and stared at Erik, "You know it isn't. You know you can do it. Taking a step back, you should know that there must be mutants in this world who can do this."

Erik was stunned, and then sighed for a long time in place. He looked at the young figure in the swaddling clothes, which was actually a circle smaller than most healthy children.

Because her mother was displaced for most of the time she was pregnant with her, and production encountered an accident, her unhealthiness was almost obvious. Anyone who made a prediction that she wouldn't live long, Erik couldn't refute, and he had already admitted this point in his heart, just didn't want to accept it.

"Will there really be such a mutant?"

"There will be." Shiler said, "But you must promise me that when you find him, you must show that you are just attracted by him and found the god you want, rather than for anything else."

"Why?"

"Because if you don't show that you are willing, he will definitely try every means to make you willing, and you are a natural kidnapper. Losing yourself isn't a good thing."

At that time, Erik only felt that he was talking nonsense.

"I haven't seen Anya for too long." Charles said, with a tone of complaint. In Erik's ears, this meant you haven't let me into your head to nag for too long.

Shiler was right. If he was a natural kidnapper, then Charles was a natural hostage. He was always used to playing a victim, a bit too good at it.

Erik finally raised his head from those homework assignments. Charles thought they could finally talk, and then Erik took out two copies of materials from nowhere. Charles glanced at them and found that they were the physical examination materials of Wanda's two sons.

"Wanda asked me to help her take care of the children for two days after that." Charles said, "Actually, I haven't taken care of such small children. Perhaps I have to ask you for help."

Of course, Charles was also very good at dressing himself up as a sweet bait, throwing out conditions that others couldn't refuse.

Erik was still looking at the physical examination materials, appearing very absorbed, occasionally falling into memories, seemingly comparing the similarities and differences between these two children and Anya's situation at the beginning.

"Wanda asked me, at their formal wedding, whether she should let her father hold her hand and walk toward Jarvis. She said she didn't like this link very much, because it made her look like an object being controlled, but she respected tradition and didn't know whether to cancel it..."

Here it comes again. If the sweet bait full of honey still couldn't tempt the target, the next step was the sharp fishhook. When it reached this step, almost no one could refuse.

Erik put down the materials in his hand, looked at him, and said, "If I go, I won't put her hand into any man's hand, unless he can snatch her from my hand."

"No, Erik, you can't be like this." Charles appeared very helpless. He said, "Children always have to grow up. Perhaps Anya is the same. She also has to grow up, get married, and start a business. Always being a child isn't fair to her."

Still this move. No one knows how to stab others' hearts better than a telepathy master, but there have been too many times in decades, and Erik is already used to it.

"Helen Stark has planned to return to 5 years old." Erik said, "This shows that children don't think growing up is a good thing. If Anya thinks so, she wouldn't run to play with the raccoon and the yellow mouse."

Charles sighed long, showing a helplessness that he couldn't persuade Erik at all.

"I think our play is coming to an end." Erik said, "The current mutants have no time to play victims anymore. Don't you consider changing a play route?"

"What did you say?"

"Are we really uncontrollable?" Erik looked into Charles's eyes and said, "Is there any minute or second that mutants are forced to have no choice at all?"

Charles stopped talking.

"Just like all your and my loss of control, just like all the loss of control of mutants, is it really that we have no choice at all? Or is it just that we want to vent those dissatisfactions, find a reason for ourselves to kill unscrupulously, continuously play a victim who isn't favored by God, so as to appease the fragile hearts of those weak ordinary people and reduce their jealousy?"

"You can't say that, Erik. There are still many mutants who are indeed uncontrollable..."

"But they can't cause too much destruction." Erik still stared at Charles's eyes attentively, "The ten most serious cases of mutant loss of control and destruction in history were all caused by near-perfect Alpha and above mutants. And in fact, Alpha-level and Omega-level aren't that uncontrollable, right?"

"Ability will indeed lose control..."

"But how could those frightened ants have the courage to provoke a lion that has just been angry? It was you who asked them to appear flustered, as if all this was completely uncontrollable, and they were also victims."

The expression of surprise and doubt on Charles's face finally disappeared. He looked at Erik's face as if he were angry.

"You are just using this move to kidnap ordinary people, telling them that even if we are so powerful, we have weaknesses, so we are the same as you, or to put it bluntly, you are paralyzing them."

"You let powerful mutants show uncontrollability and pain, so that all ordinary people think that being a mutant isn't a good thing, but you know yourself how well mutants with perfect abilities live."

"For this, you don't even hesitate to sit in a wheelchair for decades, just to let ordinary people think, mutants are powerful, then what is the price? In fact, there is no price at all. You are just performing."

"That's just to reduce the hostility of ordinary people." Charles looked away and said, "As long as you let them feel that we aren't living very well, they won't target us so easily..."

"It's this kind of performance that gives them the courage to target, feeling that ants can defeat a weak lion by swarming, so that persecuted mutants are easier to stand together. You know how many such children are collected in the Xavier School for Gifted Youngsters."

Charles finally couldn't help it, slapped the table, "Erik, do you want to fight?"

"Angry from embarrassment." Erik evaluated.