I'm waving my magic wand in Marvel

As soon as John opened his eyes, he saw a woman lying next to him.

He was silent for three seconds. After confirming that this was a memory belonging to the previous person, he began to look around.

Generally, recalling the sarcophagus will drag people into an immersive experience, but due to the power of John's brain and access to other people's memories, he is able to maintain his own thinking in his memory.

This is a modern house with white sheets and crisp white walls.

There are photos on the table.

Looking carefully, John saw a strange yet familiar face.

He has a short beard, reddish-brown eyes, and slightly longer hair.

A grown-up John Wick.

He was stunned for two seconds, and there was movement next to him.

The woman leaned closer to John and buried her face in his chest.

"Good morning, John."

John stiffened and said stiffly: "Good morning."

The woman's name automatically appeared in his mind, "Helen."

Looking at the woman's delicate expression, memories of her flooded into John's mind.

Helen Wick.

The wife of the owner of this memory.

Helen leaned in John's arms, quietly enjoying the sweet time with her husband.

"very nice."

"What?" John asked.

Helen raised her head, looked at John, smiled, and said, "We are together."

The couple got up.

John stood in front of the mirror, wearing a white T-shirt and a pair of trousers.

He touched his beard. It was a little prickly, but he got used to it after touching it for a long time.

"Me when I grow up?" John's thoughts surged, "I should say, me in another world."

Windfall.

I thought I could see the half-vampire or forbidden demon woman, but I didn't expect to see myself in another world.

It's similar to what Mycroft said, but a little different.

The self here does not look injured and embarrassed.

Picking up a photo on the table and looking at the smiling man wearing a leather jacket and Helen, John muttered: "It looks like he has a happy marriage."

Walking out of the bedroom, this place is not small.

It is a single-family villa.

The simple style is implemented in the living room, without too many gorgeous furnishings.

The sound of the coffee machine was heard, and John walked over to see his wife Helen making coffee.

John walked over, his body naturally blocked Helen's waist, and put his bearded cheek close to his wife's earlobe.

The habitual movements made John come back to his senses and his face darkened.

Helen was used to it. She leaned closely in John's arms.

Until the coffee was brewed and John shook off the memory.

It was an ordinary but warm morning, with coffee and puppy videos playing on the TV, making this family look precious.

By the afternoon.

The two of them put on their going out clothes and went out.

Helen lovingly arranged the buttons of John's clothes, and John picked up the scarf and put it on.

After finishing everything, the two went out.

Judging from these proficiencies, they often engage in sweet flirtatious behavior.

In this city also called New York, John took Helen to the garden and tasted delicious food.

After dusk passes, the night brings a cool evening breeze.

The dim light fell on the two of them.

Helen looked steadily at the city on the other side. The man-made beauty always made people want to sigh with emotion at the prosperity of this city.

"It's such a happy day," she turned around and met John's eyes, "one can die without regrets."

"Death without regrets?" John had already given up, watching his body automatically wrap around Helen's waist, and said in a low voice, "We will grow old slowly, Helen."

Helen touched the face obsessively, with regret and sadness in her eyes.

Under the dim light and beautiful scenery, the two people gradually approached.

At the moment when she was about to touch, Helen couldn't hold on anymore.

Her body fell forward and was caught by John.

John heard the trembling and panic in his own voice and called Helen over and over again.

The piercing sirens of the ambulance and the cold, cold lights of the ward.

White sheets don't have the warmth of home.

The all-powerful God of Death met his retribution.

The real God of Death is coming.

Disease, hopeless disease.

Helen was lying on the hospital bed dying, and she was no longer as bright as when she was nestled in her arms.

Gaunt face, bloodless lips.

Fragile as a fragile flower.

John sat there without sleeping for several days.

He was afraid that if he closed his eyes, he would lose her.

Even if you pray to the God of faith, the God of Death still takes away your lover mercilessly.

During that period, he was numb.

He was so numb that he couldn't feel anything in his body and had no expression on his face.

He didn't feel sleepy after not sleeping for several days, his face was numb, and he buried his wife on a rainy day.

My friend's words cannot be heard.

His shoulders were soaked by the rain, and the biting chill made him feel a little better.

At the memorial service, I wore black clothes and listened to the eulogies.

Remembering my friends and going up to talk myself.

If it comes to my mouth, I don’t know what it is.

Can't remember either.

It was as if a sharp knife had been stabbed into the heart, ruthlessly digging out a piece of flesh and blood.

The severe pain makes people numb.

All that's left is the hurt in my heart.

After everyone left, he returned to the house.

An empty house with furnishings chosen by my wife cannot bring warmth to people.

He walked into the garage, his favorite car.

The passenger seat is the seat of my beloved wife. She always feels that this car should be her wife.

At this moment, in this memory, John no longer controls his body.

He could feel the death-like feeling from the perspective of the memory owner.

Love.

What a strange thing that countless people pursue.

There was once a bearded old man wearing half-moon lenses. He always talked about love.

He had some experience in this world.

After getting up, he would subconsciously look to the side.

His wife's absence made him taciturn.

The beautiful and charming wife in the photo is the last group photo.

He was clearly smiling so happily at that time.

At night, someone rang the doorbell.

He walked over and opened the door. A courier needed his signature.

a dog.

and a letter.

In the letter was an apology from my wife.

She knew her life was going to be gone.

She understands her husband's love for her better.

So in the last moments of her life, she was also thinking about her husband.

Afraid of her husband's excessive behavior, she sent her something that would keep her husband motivated to live.

A dog that represents faith in the future.

John's vision gradually blurred, as tears obscured the windows of his soul.

He tried hard not to cry, and the repression he had held for many days exploded at this moment.

The puppy seemed to feel something. It looked at its owner timidly.

It has a name.

Daisy.

Helen gave it to it.

It also gave John new motivation to live as stated in the letter.

He lost his wife, but the appearance of Daisy made his heart beat again.

He was supposed to move on to a new life.

Because of one thing, he fell into hell again.

Desperate people broke into the home, stole the car and killed the dog.

"He should kill me too."

He didn't die there, maybe because the other party didn't want to cause trouble.

Since there is no death, the shattered love needs to be filled with new things.

Hatred becomes a substitute for love.

After that, John watched how the owner of this memory was killing and how he was wandering in confusion and numbness.

Only in the killing, those bullets and bullets, the past.

There were more and more injuries on his body. Several times, his life was about to come to an end, and he was reborn like a ghost.

If he cannot be killed, then others will die.

Lots of people.

There were enough corpses to fill the river, bringing death that made everyone fear him.

He is alone.

until……

Seriously injured, he had a dream under the sunset.

John could see the renewed will of the master of memory.

and the water that appeared before him.

Quiet, like a mirror.

Walking in, this memory ends.

John caught a glimpse out of the corner of his eye before terminating.

In the mirror-like water, yellow light was awakened.

The sound of heart beating accompanies new life.

...

Next to the sarcophagus, the legendary Auror frowned.

Martha was very anxious, "Will he be okay?"

John took too long to go in.

Three hours have passed.

The legendary Auror said solemnly: "Wait a little longer."

"If he opens it rashly, he will risk getting lost in his memory."

As a master of Occlumency, the legendary Auror knew the dangers of memory.

Anyone who is instilled with other memories may have problems.

Wizards can retrieve memories, but they never stuff them directly into their brains.

They will use a pensieve or other tools to help them view the memory.

Martha was worried.

Time passed by and the fourth hour arrived.

Just when Martha couldn't help but want to open it, the lid of the sarcophagus opened automatically.

John's eyes shot open and he sat up like a zombie.

Martha was startled.

The legendary Auror, who had been tense all the time, breathed a subtle sigh of relief.

...