"who?"
A hoarse voice came from the wheelchair, accompanied by a pair of hazy eyes hiding under the shadows.
"Don't worry, it's me, Logan."
Logan walked slowly into the water tower and spoke carefully.
Charles Siver moved his wheelchair forward, and light penetrated through the damaged hole on the top of the water tower, illuminating the face full of vicissitudes of life and covered with age spots.
He raised his head and glanced at Logan with hazy eyes, and then moved his wheelchair back in fear.
"No, you are not Logan. The Logan I know is not like this."
Logan quickly stepped forward, came to the front of the wheelchair, bent down, and whispered comfortingly: "Don't worry, Professor, take a good look, it is indeed me."
The flustered Charles stared at Logan's face, his spirit gradually calmed down, his light blue eyes revealed disbelief.
"Oh my God, Logan, you are so old. You look like an old man."
He stretched out his hand tremblingly, and placed his palm like a dead tree against Logan's wrinkled face, his face full of distress.
"Professor, I am almost two hundred years old."
Logan said nonchalantly, handed over the medicine in the bowl, took a bottle of water from the table next to him, and unscrewed the bottle cap.
The professor suffers from Alzheimer's disease and has very poor memory. He often remembers the wrong time and cannot even recognize people clearly. Even if Magneto was standing in front of him when he was sick, he probably wouldn't remember the old man who fell in love and killed each other.
Now, he is no longer respected by everyone as Professor
In order to avoid pursuit and to prevent accidental loss of control and disaster, he could only be locked in such a small water tower and breathe the air full of rust.
"That's impossible. You have a self-healing factor. You should be in your prime now!"
The professor's face suddenly darkened, "It must be a conspiracy. They are poisoning you and trying to kill you in their limited lifespan!"
Logan looked helplessly at the suddenly irritable professor, handed over the bowl of medicine again, and patiently comforted him: "Take the medicine first."
The professor looked at the pills in the bowl, his face full of resistance, but when he looked up at Logan's unquestionable eyes, he seemed like a child who was afraid of his parents. He stretched out his trembling palms and threw the pills into his mouth. , swallow with water.
As the drug took effect and his consciousness gradually awakened, the professor's light blue eyes regained some brightness.
He looked up at Logan and asked subconsciously: "Logan, when did you come back?"
After saying that, the professor completely came back to his senses, slumped in his chair and sighed, feeling a little lonely and said: "Sorry, I was confused again."
"It doesn't matter."
Logan nodded and put the bowl on the table aside, "Do you want to lie down?"
The old man nodded, "I'm a little tired."
Logan picked up the professor, put him gently on the bed, and covered him with a blanket. "I met a big and generous customer today. He invited me to do a big business and I can make a lot of money."
"Sounds dangerous."
The professor was lying on the bed, holding the blanket with both hands, and looked at Logan quietly, "Your body is not as good as when you were young."
"It's okay, don't worry, I'll be careful."
Logan patted the professor on the shoulder to comfort him.
The two of them talked to each other, sitting on the bedside, like family members, like father and son.
However, Logan is actually a hundred years older than Charles in bed.
"Are you still going to go ahead and buy a boat?"
Charles suddenly asked, and before Logan could answer, he immediately said: "Are you going to take me on the boat and live like this for the rest of my life? Are you willing?"
"That's where we belong."
Logan shook his head slowly, "We are all old, and the number of mutants has become much smaller. We are also being pursued by the government. At sea, both you and me, and other ordinary people, will be safer." "But That's not the life you want."
After Charles sighed, he turned his head and no longer looked directly at Logan.
He has always been aware of Logan's thoughts. This guy is not a person who is willing to be mediocre. The sea is not Logan's true destination, which is contrary to his original thoughts.
He didn't want to see Logan end his life wandering at sea. He could have had a more glorious chapter, but now Logan had to give up these glories.
Logan was silent for a long time, and suddenly said softly: "I plan to find a mutant shelter recently."
Charles was obviously stunned for a moment, and quickly turned his head to look at Logan, making sure that Logan was not just trying to make himself happy.
The frail old man suddenly smiled and said with great relief: "This is Logan. Difficulties will never convince him."
He knew how to find a mutant sanctuary and find his own tribe, which meant that Logan was already planning to regroup.
This is the real Logan, not a drunken Uber driver.
The professor stared into Logan's eyes, with determination hidden under his old eyes, "Do what you want to do, you will be a good leader, and our tribe needs a leader like you."
Logan nodded silently.
Before yesterday, he really wanted to find a ship and take the professor on the sea. He even found the seller of the ship. Even the ship's quantifier name was the 'Zhusun' chosen by the former "Uncle Wolf" boat.
But.
As the professor said, he was really unwilling.
As a time traveler, how can I be willing to do so?
But now he is too old, his self-healing factor is inhibited by genetically modified substances, and Adamantium alloy is poisoning his body every moment.
Even if he is unwilling to grow old, this body can no longer tolerate him.
However, with the awakening of new abilities, his silent heart beat again yesterday.
New abilities, new hope, perhaps, everything is not over yet
Logan slowly raised his head and looked outside through the hole in the water tower.
It was already evening, and the sun setting on the horizon illuminated the desert sunset red.
"call."
Charles yawned deeply, sleepiness written on his face.
He gets sleepy easily after getting sick. Like many elderly people, he needs to sleep for a long time, but the quality of his sleep is very shallow. Some gentle noises can wake them up.
"Go to sleep."
Logan patted his shoulder gently to soothe him to sleep.
After Charles closed his light blue eyes and his breathing gradually stabilized, Logan slowly stood up.
"Logan."
But Charles suddenly woke up and held Logan's wrist, like a child who was afraid of sleeping.
"I'm right outside."
Logan patted the back of Charles' hand gently, "Just sleep peacefully, nothing will happen."
"Um."
Charles then carefully stopped his hand and continued to close his eyes.
After confirming that Charles was asleep, Logan sighed softly and carefully walked out of the water tower.
After Logan left, Charles, who was supposed to be sleeping, suddenly opened his eyes.
His light blue eyes were gleaming, staring at the entrance of the water tower, talking to himself meaningfully.
"Logan, Logan Howlett."