All Worlds Madhouse

Inside the base.

In front of a door with no material visible.

In fact, it is called a door because Ziliang's compass shows that there is a huge space behind it. If you look at it from the appearance alone, it is just a wall, but there is a huge "X" embedded in the wall.

"Well, you may not believe it, but this base should have been transformed from the first X academy." Ziliang said while looking at the giant X in front of him.

Quinn frowned: "I don't care if X College was renovated or not. The question now is, if that [Professor X] is inside, how do we get in?"

Before he finished speaking, Old Joey stepped forward, picked up the butcher's knife, and let out a low shout. In an instant, a cold light flashed through and there were a series of crisp sounds.

"Can't chop it open!" Old Joey came back and said.

Quinn rubbed his head: "This thing doesn't look thin. I think if we poke a door with a needle, we won't be able to get in until next month."

Ziliang was silent, because his notes did not detect the properties of this door, so the [Tamperer] could not activate it.

at this time

"It looks like you need help, right?" came a woman's voice.

After hearing the sound, I saw the phantom cat and the magical woman walking out of a wall.

Since everyone else came later, they had not seen these two people. For a moment, the atmosphere became tense.

"Okay, these two are helpers." Ziliang waved his hand and said, then looked at the phantom cat: "So, you can take us in, right?"

Phantom Cat nodded: "Yes, but it can only be one person, and I can't follow you in."

"Why?"

"It's very simple. The spiritual power inside is too strong. Most people may die if they go in. Otherwise, why do you think I lingered outside the door for so long?"

"That's it." After saying this, everyone nodded.

When it comes to mental strength, Hannibal is definitely the most suitable candidate.

so.

"I'll go." Ziliang said.

"Ah? Shouldn't Hannibal be involved in this kind of thing?" Shirley asked.

"It's better for him to go." Hannibal responded calmly: "Although this guy doesn't have any mental attack ability, but when it comes to endurance, he is very capable. To take a step back, if Professor With the ability to implant detailed thoughts into the minds of tens of millions of people, his spiritual stance may reach an unimaginable intensity, so if he dies if he goes in, then..."

"Even if I die, I will try my best not to let my body appear on your dining table." Zi Liang said with eyes closed, and then said to the phantom cat: "Okay, ignore these lunatics, let's go Bar."

After saying that, Ziliang took the initiative to hold the phantom cat's hand and walked towards the door.

Walking through a wall is a very strange feeling, just like squeezing through a ball of foam plastic. You can still feel the pressure, but it does not affect your movement.

Soon, Ziliang's body passed through the door, but the phantom cat did not follow. It just sent Ziliang in and then let go.

At this point, Ziliang was alone in this huge space.

It's hard to describe what this place is.

This place is like a different world. There are red lights and figures everywhere. For a moment, people can’t tell the difference between up, down, left and right. Countless voices fill the place, whispering, heartbreaking, thousands of people. The voices are all mixed together. They are the voices of everyone in this world. It feels like it only takes one second to explode people's brains!

Under his feet, there is a long suspended aisle that continues to the center of this big ball. There, there is a person sitting quietly in a wheelchair. Because his back is to Ziliang, he cannot see. Looking at his face, you can only see a helmet on his head. Countless threads extend from the helmet, slowly floating in this extremely chaotic space.

Ziliang knew that that person was ‘Charles Francis Xavier’

That's Professor X

Originator of Act X.

"Hello." Suddenly, a voice rang out. This voice was not from anyone, because it was particularly clear amidst the incomparable chaos and noise.

This voice was in Ziliang's own head.

"Oh, I'm sorry, maybe you haven't adapted to this kind of conversation." The voice rang again, but this time it did not appear directly in the mind, but directly in front of Ziliang. At the same time, a People were there too.

He is standing.

He was an old man, he looked very old, and he was wearing an old-fashioned suit. He was no different from ordinary people. Perhaps the only thing that caught the eye was his head without a single hair.

"How about this? Are you used to it? Oh, I'm sorry, there are still these sounds. It's a bit too noisy." As he said that, the whole space changed, the lights disappeared, the sounds became quieter, and then appeared It was a ray of sunlight and breeze coming in from the curtains, and the faint fragrance of tea entered Ziliang's nose.

Ziliang found himself sitting in a small but cozy living room, with an old coffee table in front of him, and opposite the coffee table, sitting the bald old man Professor Charles.

"I prefer tea, but if you want to drink some wine, of course you can," he said with a smile.

Ziliang discovered that at some point, a glass of wine had appeared on the coffee table, as if it had always been there, but he hadn't noticed it just now.

"Is this an illusion?" Ziliang asked, shrugging his shoulders.

"Hallucination?" Professor Charles picked up a cup of tea and asked, "It depends on how you want to define hallucination. Is it the existence of this cup of tea? Or do you think you don't actually smell the fragrance of the tea?"

"Ah, do I have to answer these old-fashioned questions?" Ziliang lit a cigarette to himself: "I spent a lot of effort to get to this base, and it took a lot of effort to see the base. Now that it’s up to you, you should know that just outside the base, your old friends are about to be beaten to death by your students, so can’t we get to the point quickly?”

"Haha, you mean Eric and Qin." Charles smiled and said: "Don't worry, let them fight. In fact, Eric should have been killed by [Phoenix] now, and so has Logan. , No one can survive in the face of the power of [Phoenix], with just one look, that person will be broken down into a molecular state."

As he said that, an old-fashioned TV appeared in front of Ziliang, and the picture on the screen was a desert. At this moment, Qin was standing next to Magneto, and Magneto was already like a piece of scattered sand. Generally, it goes with the wind. As for Logan, he has long since disappeared without a trace.

"Not just Magneto, but also them." As he said that, the screen switched, and Phantom Cat and Mystique were gradually decomposing.

"And your friend. [Adoring the Crazy Dancer——Harry Quinn]" Charles said, not only saying Quinn's name, but also directly saying the name she was given in the compass. title.

"And this one, [The gluttonous mind-eating wise man——Hannibal Lecter]"

"[The poison master who controls the corpse——Shirley Birkin]"

"Oh, by the way, there's also Old Joey. The [Butcher from Heaven]."

Following Charles' words, the pictures on the old TV switched again and again, and everyone turned into wind and sand, turning into nothingness in front of Ziliang's eyes.

However.

Ziliang was still smoking quietly.

"You don't seem too surprised." Professor Charles smiled and asked after seeing Ziliang's expression.

"Yes, because I don't know whether these are true or false. After all, it is easy for you to inject some illusions into a mind. Besides, even Eric died in front of you. You Don’t you also look like you’re being indifferent?”

"Haha, that's right. Although that guy Elk is hateful, it's ironic that when you grow old, what you miss the most is the person you once hated the most."

Charles muttered, then nodded and said, "Yes, these are all illusions."

Ziliang shrugged boringly: "I guessed it a long time ago."

"No, no, it's not what you think." Charles waved his hand gently: "The illusion I'm talking about is not the picture on the TV, let alone this room, but all of this. The corridor you walked through , this base, and the desert outside, are you sure they really exist?"

Ziliang's hand holding the cigarette suddenly froze, as if he suddenly thought of something.

"Yes, since what you see here may be fake, what about the ones outside? Do you think Magneto, Logan, and Qin really exist? Do you think you are really in the desert? Do you think you really rescued your companions from X Academy? Are these experiences you have had along the way true? Did the war between humans and mutants really happen? "X The professor said lightly: "Also - do you really understand 'Act X'?"

after a long silence

"So, let's go back to the original topic. What is an illusion?"