I Am In Marvel

It's a wonderful feeling.

In this area of ​​the restaurant in the ninth district, the layout of the interior space, table and chair items, people inside, light, temperature, dust, wind pressure, etc., even things that cannot be detected by human senses, only in Caesar's extraordinary facial features. The moment it was opened a little, all the information was as clear as a summary of detailed data.

"Young Master, why don't you eat? Are you full, or is this dish not delicious?"

While watching the wind, Eddie on the table and chair next to him also observed Caesar's every move while sitting on the table. Seeing that he suddenly stopped his greasy little hands, he couldn't help asking in a low voice with concern.

"It's nothing." Caesar showed a faint smile on his face, pointed to a dining table about seven meters away from them, and said in a tender voice, "The couple over there are discussing whether it is safe to do so late at night. , and also mentioned that there is a mysterious hero named 'Dark Demon' in the streets in this area, who is the guardian here."

Eddie came and asked with interest: "Dark Demon? How can a hero have such a nickname like a villain."

Caesar raised his head with a strange look, looked at Eddie and said, "Yeah. They also said that the Dark Demon itself is a personal monster, all black with a little white markings, and he hunts gangsters and bad guys at night. food, devoured their heads, and left the police with a headless corpse."

Eddie was stunned for a moment, opened his mouth, but didn't say anything in the end.

Picking up a chicken wing, Caesar took a sip of it and said playfully, "I didn't expect you to work for an office during the day, and you often go out at night to be a cannibal hero fighting criminals."

"It's not me..." Eddie said subconsciously, but when he met Caesar's big eyes that seemed to see everything, he immediately spread his hands and said helplessly: "Okay, I admit it. Please hide it for me, don't tell others people."

"It depends on your performance."

Gently unscrewing the bottle cap, Caesar held up the large bottle of Coke with both hands cheerfully, and filled half of the bottle into his mouth in one breath, letting out a happy sigh of relief.

Eddie was a little timid, the Caesar in front of him became less and less like a child, but a mature old slider, as if he had been eaten to death from the very beginning.

"That's right." Eddie looked at the dining table that Caesar pointed to earlier in surprise. Even though it was only seven meters away, due to the existence of partitions and decorations, and the dim lighting in the room for mood, he could only vaguely see two The figures hugged each other, whispering with their mouths to their ears.

With that little conversation, in a relatively noisy restaurant, it was impossible to hear what they were saying.

Eddie was puzzled, looked sideways at Caesar and asked, "How did you hear them speak? It's not a guess, is it?"

Caesar took out a tissue, wiped the oil on his hands, and said with certainty, "It's very simple, just listen well."

Eddie didn't speak, and disbelief was written all over his face with a cyan beard.

"Look over there." Seeing that he didn't believe him, Caesar raised his little finger and gestured to the single table ten meters away, and said confidently, "There's a middle-aged uncle there, and he lost his bet today. , my wife and children ran away with others."

"Is it so strong?" At this time, even Eddie's toxins were dubious, and it naturally has far more than human hearing, but it is still impossible to hear subtle sounds in a noisy place.

"You'll know if you try it." Eddie muttered, holding Caesar in his left hand, a glass of beer in his right hand, and Meteor strode across the aisle to the single table.

"Why did you bring me..." Caesar was speechless for a while.

Eddie approached the single table, and sure enough, there was a middle-aged bald uncle sitting on the seat, sullenly drinking beer with his head down, whispering things like 'loan', 'luck', 'wife' and so on. vocabulary.

In order to avoid igniting the fuse of Uncle Cuckold's anger, Eddie returned to the corner seat with Caesar.

Caesar looked at him slightly calmly, "Let's believe it now."

"How did you do it, did you inherit the ability of your boss's mind?"

Eddie was completely convinced, and looked at Caesar curiously. This ability is not so much a superhuman hearing, but a mind-reading ability that is appropriate.

"It's all said, good hearing can do it." Caesar sighed lightly, glanced outside, and suddenly came up with an idea: "Not only that, good hearing can do more things."

"Huh?" Eddie looked at Caesar again, the young master had already shocked him enough today.

"For example..." Caesar turned his eyes to the dining area, and soon found the confidence of his target and said, "The second table next door over there, a water glass will be broken."

Eddie looked over quickly and saw that there were two men and two women eating at the table. The whole process was chatting and laughing. When a girl said she was excited, she waved her arm slightly, and her elbow just gave the water glass on the edge of the table. bump into.

With a 'bang', the glass filled with water shattered and fell to the ground. This unexpectedly shocked the dining guests around. The waiter Xunsheng hurried over to help clean up the glass shards.

There was a time difference of two or three seconds between Caesar's prophecy and the time when the cup was broken.

Eddie looked at Caesar dryly, "Young Master, how did you do this, don't tell me you heard it."

"Almost. But this time I used eyes and scientific algorithms." Caesar smiled.

The ability to achieve this seemingly prophecy only requires superhuman hearing, vision, consciousness operation, and a set of qualified scientific algorithms.

It is like a plane flying at an altitude of 10,000 meters with a damaged oil tank. If you monitor the local weather and wind direction, the strength of the plane's engine, the speed of oil loss, the rescue time of the refueling fighter, and you are familiar with the emergency judgment of the pilot and the central commander, etc. factor, as long as nothing else happens, you can figure out in advance how the plane will end up, or even where it will crash.

As long as Caesar wanted to know, through his newly awakened eyes and ears, he could obtain information about everything in the restaurant area, and time was much slower in his perception than what humans observed.

Just now, he heard the conversation between two men and two women. He knew that the cup was on the edge of the dangerous table, and he saw that the female guest was in high spirits, and the frequency of the arm muscles showed signs of increasing, so he could determine the cup to the ground with certainty in advance. .

Knowing everything, you can predict and see amazing manifestations of the future.

Caesar didn't explain too much detail to Eddie, but only roughly stated a thinking routine. Eddie looked at him with incredible eyes, "Young Master, are you a child prodigy?"

"Please remove the children's words."

Caesar shrugged lightly, just at this moment, the main door of the restaurant opened, and three big men in trench coats and coats came in and sat at the table by the door under the service of the waiter.

"Young Master, please predict again what the three guests will order." Eddie poured a large glass of beer for Caesar.

"I can't read minds. Also, is it okay to pour me a beer?"

Caesar rolled his eyes, glanced at the three big-eyed men, and suddenly narrowed his eyes and said inexplicably, "They—seem to be criminals."