Chapter 1406 Return of the Old Days (V)

"An obvious fact is that the owner of this notebook, who has been narrating the entire incident in the first person, does not seem to have the cultural and intellectual level to write such words."

Strange did not bother with the cold tea, but took a bottle of wine, two wine glasses and an ice bucket from the shelf, changed some ice cubes, put the wine in, and looked at Star K said.

"Why?" Stark asked.

"Stop it, Tony, since I've been honest with you, why do you have to... okay, I get it, you are a typical scientist, not that interested in literature and art, at least not in literature."

"But you can't deny that I read a lot."

"Most of them tend to focus on theoretical knowledge in science, don't they?"

Stark was silent and did not deny it. In fact, he had nothing to deny. He always preferred technical books and rarely read works with strong storytelling. He liked to pry into the truth rather than indulge in imagination. .

In fact, what was recorded in this black notebook was already the longest story he had read in these years. He was surprised that he could read such a long part in one go. Perhaps it was also the case with Strange. The little people out there make this a little more intuitive.

"Come on, I have a headache thinking about those literary descriptions." Stark waved his hand slightly rudely and said: "'Generally', 'Generally speaking', 'Exquisite', 'Gorgeous',' Rough', 'crude' - these writers are never willing to give a fixed value to something. They must be vague in describing it and leave room for imagination in euphemistic terms. This does not give me any safety. Sense, I like things that are precise.”

"It's not difficult to imagine." Strange took the wine out of the ice bucket, poured a glass for himself and Stark, and said, "Then please allow me to tell you that people's behavior can always be revealed through literary talent. come out."

"If a person's writing is passionate, then his heart must be as hot as fire. If a person's writing is cold, then maybe he is as calm, rational and objective as you."

"Although the owner of the notebook always describes everything in a cold tone, when he encounters each event, his true reaction is contrary to it."

"Judging from his choices in various matters, he is a rather reckless person, full of emotions, bold and a bit reckless. He cannot write such indifferent and gloomy words."

"Did I tell you? You should really get a psychiatrist's license."

"You have said it several times, unless you are very forgetful." Strange picked up the wine glass but did not drink. Instead, he touched the rim of the glass lightly with his lips and said, "This means that someone wants to tell us through it. something."

"Or maybe he's explaining something?"

Strange frowned, looked into Stark's eyes and said, "You are becoming more and more tactful, Tony, this is not like you."

"If you are still dissatisfied with my attitude when I went to find you when something happened to my father, then I can only say that Schiller is right, you are really petty."

"He actually has the nerve to say that others are petty." Stark curled his lips and said with some dissatisfaction, but he shook his head and said: "I mean it literally. The stories in this notebook are deliberately left to our interpretation. Or maybe it’s the explanation left to me.”

"What does he need to explain to you?"

"It's something that happened a long time ago that I discovered but didn't have time to investigate."

"What's that?"

"I kidnapped Gnar, the symbiote god, and hid him. Me, Doom, and another friend, we played a cooperative game. Doom attracted the attention of others, and we directly took Klin Tower Star dragged away."

"I've heard something." Strange nodded. If the Supreme Mage has control over all kinds of things on Earth, then the Holy of Holies provides a wider range of information channels.

The disappearance of a race's home planet may be a big deal or a small matter, but the symbionts are a fairly typical race and are somewhat famous in the universe. The disappearance of Klinta was even reported in the famous interstellar newspaper "Ring Star" District Weekly occupied a small space at the bottom of the front page, and Star Passenger Radio also launched three issues of follow-up reports.

"Did you do this? Why did you do this?"

Strange was a little surprised. He didn't understand the point of fighting for the planet with those scum, and Gnar shouldn't be that valuable.

"I want to understand something," Stark replied.

"What's up?"

"god."

Stark stood up holding on to the back of the armchair, holding a wine glass and pacing in front of the bookshelf. He said: "I want to know what God is. No, it's not the trading partners you are thinking about now. Ci'er, do you know why I'm suddenly interested in this matter?"

"Perhaps I told you before that I am doing experiments related to the fusion of vibranium and molten steel materials. This is a very difficult thing. It is also the same for me. Every small breakthrough in materials science may be technological. Huge changes, but it’s difficult to change them.”

Stark frowned, looking much calmer than usual. Strange had almost never heard the word "difficulty" from Stark, but when he really said it, it meant that this matter was probably no longer possible. It's just difficult, but it's hard to reach the sky.

"Finding a material suitable for humans is not like a scientific experiment, but more like a chance." Stark frankly admitted that materials science is like a chance: "A material may have all the properties you want, but only one is missing. A material may have one particularly outstanding property, but the rest is garbage."

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"Peter often grumbles that this is a bit like making equipment in a game, but the reality is much more difficult than the game. This cannot even be enumerated thousands of times. You can only hope for the arrival of the god of luck."

"One day I was staring at the instrument in the laboratory and felt a sense of despair. I have never felt so powerless." Stark stopped, slowly closed his eyes, raised his head and recalled his mood at that time, and said: "Then there was anger and resentment."

"Why can't it give me the results I want? Why did I do everything, but still couldn't control the results? Why am I so helpless, what makes me so weak?"

Strange could clearly hear that Stark's last tone was shaking, and the anger in it was about to flow out.

"It's the universe." Stark gave the answer. He finally said in a neurotic tone like a mad scientist: "It's the eternal rule in this damn universe."

"It makes 1+1=2, it makes ice melt into water, it makes preparations change color, it makes plants yearn for sunlight..."

Strange felt his heart pounding, and he realized what crazy things Stark was talking about. That was the truth that all the Supreme Sorcerers of all generations dared not peek into.

"Why?"

Stark asked a soul-searching question, and then added: "Why can't I make 1+1=3?"

Strange opened his mouth, but his dry throat made it impossible for him to say anything. After a few seconds of silence, he commented: "Don't be too greedy, Tony."

"We are all greedy. You showed me your greed, and I naturally showed you mine. It's better to say that magic has always been greedy, but science has been hesitant."

"Do you really know what you are doing?" Strange swallowed his saliva.

"Of course I know." Stark nodded and said, "You may think I'm crazy, but I'm very sober. I want to... change the constant."

When these words fell, Strange felt that his head was hit by a sledgehammer, and his head was full of "buzzing" sounds, because to the wizards, it can basically be interpreted as "I want to destroy the universe."

"This is not impossible." Stark has begun to explain his thoughts: "The reason why you think it is impossible is that you have overlooked a key issue."

"What?"

"This world has gods."

Strange was stunned.

"Gods are, or they claim to be, the embodiment of the rules of the universe. If the operation of the universe is not as I wish, should they also bear part of the responsibility?"

Strange swallowed his saliva again. It is difficult to describe the arrogance, greed and ferocity of Stark's logic. If he must find an adjective, this is really... too "human".

"Psychology and behavioral science taught me more than just figuring out the motivations behind other people's psychology and behavior." Stark sat back in his chair with a glass of wine, looked into Strange's eyes and said, "It also taught me not to blame myself, to look for reasons from others before something happens, to keep wisdom for myself, and to leave pain and entanglement to others."

"If the god of luck never comes to my laboratory, so that human materials science cannot develop, then I will dismember it and see if it can add the properties I want to the new materials in my instrument."

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Facing Stark's cold tone, Strange shuddered. After these Frankensteins entered the state, they always had a kind of uncanny valley effect of objects resembling human forms, as if they were monsters outside of humans who could dissect everything for experimental data.

Even the pure Spider-Man Peter, when he just walked out of the biological laboratory, would have a cold look that looked like a mouse to everyone, not to mention Tony Stark, who was already a little neurotic.

And Stark did intend to dissect the universe. He even kidnapped a god. Thinking of this, Strange couldn't help but ask with some worry: "Is Nar okay?"

"He was fine when he was here." Stark sighed softly. Strange heard his implication, so he frowned and asked: "So he is not here with you now?"

Stark's eyes fell on the black notebook next to him, and said: "This is what I said, the person who really wrote this story wants to explain to us."

Strange looked at him.

"About two weeks ago, Nar disappeared, along with his cage." Stark also looked at Strange and said: "He disappeared from the secret prison I prepared for him. Someone took him away."

"Someone rescued Nar from you?"

"I don't think that behavior can be called 'rescue'. I think Nar's condition will not get better, or even worse. Before coming to you, I went to check the situation in that secret place. The other party's methods are quite rough. Nar will not feel good."

"Then why do you think he did this?"

Stark quickly recalled the scene he had seen before, and said while looking at Strange's face.

"Maybe he wanted to eat Nal... In fact, he had already eaten part of it."

Stark added in his mind.

"... Or all of it."