"An obvious fact is that the owner of this notebook, the person 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 didn't 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 have 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 prefer the theoretical knowledge of 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. Maybe it was also Strange's story.
The little people that appear 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', 'simple' - these writers are never willing to give a fixed value to something. They must be vague in description and call it leaving room for imagination. This does not give me any sense of security.
,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 everything, 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 say that? 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 my father had an accident, 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. I discovered it but didn't have time to investigate it."
"what is that?"
"I kidnapped Gnar, the symbiote god, and hid him. Me, Doom and another friend, we had a cooperative fight. Doom attracted the attention of others, and we directly took Klin
Tower Star dragged it 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 news channels.
The disappearance of a race's home planet may be a big deal or a small matter, but the symbiote is a fairly typical race and is 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. Gnar shouldn't be that valuable either.
"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.
It’s a huge change, but it’s difficult to change it.”
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, it's hard to reach the sky.
"Finding a material suitable for humans is less like a scientific experiment and more like trying luck." Stark frankly admitted that materials science is like trying luck: "A certain material may have everything you want.
properties, but only one piece is missing. A certain material may have one piece that stands out, but the rest are just garbage.”
"Peter often muttered that this was a bit like building equipment in a game, but the reality is much more difficult than the game. It can't even be done through thousands of exhaustive attempts. We can only hope that the god of luck will come."
"One day I was staring at the instruments 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
Say: “Then comes anger and resentment.”
"Why can't it give me the results I want? Why can't I control the results even though I've done everything? Why am I so helpless? What makes me so weak?"
Strange could clearly hear that Stark's final tone was trembling, and the anger in it was about to flow out.
"It's this universe." Stark said the answer. He finally said in a neurotic tone like a mad scientist: "It's the eternal rules of 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 the Supreme Mage of all generations did not dare to pry into.
"why?"
Stark asked a soul question, and then added: "Why can't I make 1+1=3?"
Strange opened his mouth, but his dry throat prevented him from saying 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 will naturally show you mine. Rather, magic has always been greedy, while science has hesitated to advance."
"Do you really know what you are doing?" Strange swallowed.
"Of course I do." 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 like his head was hit by a sledgehammer, and his head was filled with a "buzzing" sound, because to the ears of mages, it could basically be interpreted as "I want to
Destroy the universe".
"This is not impossible." Stark had already begun to explain his thoughts: "The reason why you think it is impossible is that you have ignored a key issue."
"What?"
"There is a god in this world."
Strange was stunned.
"The gods are, or claim to be, the incarnation of the rules of the universe. So if the universe does not operate as I wish, should they also bear some responsibility?"
Strange swallowed again. It was difficult for words to describe Stark's logical arrogance, greed and ferocity. If he had to find an adjective, this was really... too 'human'.
"Psychology and behavior taught me not only to figure out the motivations behind other people's psychology and behaviors." Stark sat back on the chair holding the wine glass, looked into Strange's eyes and said: "It also taught me not to
Blame yourself, look for reasons from others before anything goes wrong, keep the wisdom to yourself, and leave the pain and confusion to others."
"If the god of luck never comes to my laboratory and prevents the development of human materials science, then I will dismember it and see if it can add the new materials I want to my instrument.
properties."
Facing Stark's cold tone, Strange shuddered. After entering the state, this group of Frankensteins always have a human-like uncanny valley effect, as if they are people who can dissect everything for experimental data.
The alien monster.
Even the kind-hearted Spider-Man Peter would have a cold look in his eyes when he just walked out of the biology laboratory, looking at everyone like a guinea pig, let alone the somewhat neurotic Tony Stark.
And Stark did plan to dissect the universe. He even directly kidnapped a god. Thinking of this, Strange couldn't help but asked worriedly: "Is Gnar okay?"
"He was fine when he was here with me." Stark sighed softly. Strange heard the implication of his words, 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, what the person who actually wrote this story wanted to explain to us."
Strange looked at him.
"About two weeks ago, Gnar 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 Gnar from you?"
"I don't think that act can be called a 'rescue'. I think that Nal's condition will not get better, or it may be worse. Before coming to you, I went to check the situation in that secret place. The other party
His methods are quite rough, and Nal will not feel comfortable with it."
"So why do you think he did it?"
Stark quickly recalled the scene he had seen before, looked at Strange's face and said.
"Maybe he wanted to eat Gnar...in fact, he has already eaten part of it."
