Stand User in Marvel Universe

“I can't stay any longer. ”

The little crystal in the car lowered its head and finally said, and her eyes were filled with despair and numbness again.

I don't know how they managed to escape, but she was so familiar with the scene that the disaster had already begun and had come faster than ever, more intense than ever!

It turns out that someone like her should never have been born in this world in the first place that would only cause disaster around her.

Hope is broken again...

Dior glanced at her and continued in the driveway: "Has this ever happened before? This is the extent to which people die. ”

The little crystal bit her lips hard and shook her head gently.

Dior sighed in his heart when he looked at her like this. Was he too African, so it was just bad luck to put the two together?

But if it's really about luck, then she's lucky.

It's not sarcasm, it's not rhetoric, it's literal.

Think of it, dozens of steel bars flying in the same direction, two people so close, one person being tied into a wasp nest, and she wouldn't be in any danger if she didn't move, which is not luck.

For the first time, Dior felt like he was getting a little big on his head, and he couldn't even close my restaurant?

“Think again, when the accident happened, did you feel any change in your body or imagine anything?” Dior asked with some induced tone that he still wanted to understand the conditions and laws of this‘ bad luck 'launch before he came to a conclusion, so long as it really belonged to a capability, there must be a way to deal with it.

The little crystal shook her head again, and just as Dior was about to give up this direction as a breakthrough, she listened with a little confusion: “I just felt a little like I'd known each other, and I thought I'd seen that scene somewhere..."

“Seen it? Did you feel the same way when you had an accident?” Dior asked immediately.

“It seems to have always been, and every time that happens, there will be a strong sense of familiarity afterwards. As if I hadn't seen it for the first time...”

“Every time? ”

Dior felt like he was grasping something.

The kind of little crystal that you just said seemed to have seen was actually experienced by everyone or more or less.

For example, going to an amusement park for the first time always feels like you've been there, and you feel particularly familiar with it. This “hallucinatory memory” is also known as the hippocampal effect.

Dior may not have been associated with this if it was a simple one or two times, but if every time a catastrophic accident occurs, she has this mysterious “hallucinogenic memory”, is that the problem?

Could the so-called catastrophe be a subconscious fantasy in her brain projecting reality?

Dior was stunned by his sudden conjecture of a brain hole!

If he really guesses, it's likely that Crystal's ability has nothing to do with luck, but with the ability to influence or even rewrite reality directly through imagination!

Oh, shit!

Did you really pick up the treasure?

Dior looked to the side with some uncertainty.

A few minutes later, Dior parked his car in a parking space near the restaurant.

“Come on, what are you still standing there for? ”

Little Crystal really stood still when she heard Dior shouting, and she wanted to keep up, but her body stood still, and she didn't want any more innocent people to get into trouble because of her.

“Hurry up, I thought yesterday was a night for nothing? If you want to leave, you can finish what you owe.” Dior had a bad raper's face, and now he didn't have time to pretend he didn't know what to do. Nor could he solve the situation by irrigating the chicken soup.

After that, Dior took the lead, and the little crystal stayed in place for a while, and then he didn't bother to follow.

She kept whispering and hypnotizing herself, "Leave after work. It's okay. It's gonna be okay...”

It's probably the first time she's ever been to a place this tall, and she looks so cautious, like there's a floodbeast staring at her.

“Welcome back, my master. ”

The sudden sound frightened her.

“Don't be afraid, it's the smart butler here, you can call it Zipline. ”

Obviously this is Dior's bad taste again, and Zipline became Dior's housekeeper, which is interesting to think about.

“Qi, henceforth she will be the waitress and cleaner here, you write it down. ”

“The scan is complete and the identity has been successfully entered. ”

The little crystal opened its eyes and said, "I...”

“I almost forgot to ask. How old are you? ”

“2... 20 years old. ”

Dior swept her back and forth from beginning to end, and her skinny little body didn't even grow. Twenty? Where's the ghost?

“How much?”

“18...”

“Give you one last chance. ”

“16... 16 in a month, this time it's true. ”

Dior nodded, feeling almost reliable this time, except that she looked malnourished, and a few years younger, someone might believe her.

And yellow people are not as exaggerated as white people, and they can ripen peaches at 16.

“Here's the cleaning tool, you watch and I'll go out and buy the ingredients, and when I get back I'll check the progress, don't be lazy.” Dior moved everything in the trunk of the car, and the snail and knife boxes and some clothes got into her room, and he told her, "You don't have to clean this place until I get back. ”

When he saw her, Dior left with the car keys, and there was an old queen in the restaurant who looked like nothing was going to happen.

“I'm not supposed to be hiring child labor, am I? ”

Think he didn't rush off when he got in the car, but called someone else.

“It's me, do me a favor...”

On the other hand, just after Dior left, the little crystal began to work very hard to clean and hygiene, and as an orphan, an orphan who had been adopted and abandoned many times, she learned things that her peers didn't understand at all, including making herself look more useful.

There is no need for worthless waste!

This was heard the second time she was sent back to the orphanage by an adoptee.

Only then she was young, not very knowledgeable, but gradually she understood, so she learned a lot to be a valuable person, just that hard work and hard work did not bring her the warmth she deserved, only the calamity came to her again and again.

Just when she didn't know what she was remembering, a faint layer of dark fog flashed through her face, as if it were just an illusion.