The Time Controller of American Comics

In the world of time, he turned around and ran backwards. He knew that he could just travel back a few hours ago. He didn't want too many repetitions in his life. He even remembered what he said a few days ago, the future. Don't disturb your own life.

After running in the time world for a period of time, Jonathan opened his eyes again and was in a state of semi-consciousness. Half of his consciousness was in the world of time and half was in the real world.

What he heard was not the crying and the sound of crickets at night, but the "whirring" of the fire and the complicated "chirping" sounds like those in a vegetable market.

He returned to his school, Columbia University. Behind him, the main building was still burning with fire, and the playground was full of people. Because one of the mutants was aging, he was supported by the blond quilt who was interested in him, and a black girl was holding his portfolio beside him.

While half asleep and half awake, Jonathan's consciousness was not that clear. He looked around questioningly and muttered in a low voice: "It seems that the time for time travel is a bit early."

There's no doubt it's a little too early

But obviously, this sentence was heard by the black girl next to me who thought she was sick and was holding her file bag.

The step he had not yet taken once again forced himself to retract into the time world and travel through time again. This time it was no longer about time going back but the passage of time. The first time he traveled through time, he had no way to succeed in one go and could only spend a lot of time. A lot of experience and time to calibrate.

When he opened his eyes again, he was already lying on the small double bed on the farm. He was reading an English novel under the quilt. The dim light of the lamp beside him made his eyes extremely tired.

This scene was obviously very familiar in his memory. Not long after, his sister would push in the door and tell him that she had a dream about black holes. At that time, he was still doubting whether she was also a mutant. And this was also the first night those bandits came to rob the farm.

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The door was pushed open, and Jane, wearing a pair of floral pajamas and dragging a pair of big slippers, appeared in Jonathan's bedroom: "Mr. Jonathan, I have something to say to you."

"Say what you say, go to bed. I'll talk about it tomorrow if you have anything to do." Jane was pushed out of the door by Jonathan with a reluctant look on her face. She also had one more important thing to say, which is what she does every day. A strange dream that Jonathan had no intention of listening to.

But when she thought that Jonathan was tired after working all day, Jane felt less aggrieved.

"I asked you to kick off my slippers." Jane gave Jonathan a fierce roll of the eyes, but what she was thinking about was that she would have a good tomorrow. Let's talk about this matter. Firstly, it is more important. Secondly, even if her brother is annoyed, she has to do it. Hold on, there is no way anyone can let him be his brother.

"Jane, go to bed early and don't think about all the things you have and don't have."

Jonathan has managed his emotions well, because now his family is still living an ordinary life, and he is still immersed in the joy of the harvest.

Not long ago, two women in the family wanted to eat the grapes they grew. Jonathan nailed wooden strips in the front yard and assembled them into a grape trellis. In the coming spring, when the survival rate of grapes is high, transplant some grape vines. In summer, the family can hide under the green grape vines and enjoy the cool while eating watermelon.

But at this moment, who could notice that someone stood up on tiptoe and noticed that Ms. Emma had hidden the wages to the workers in the kitchen cupboard.

"Burglary and robbery, right? I want you three fools to come back without any return."

I don’t want to be the hero of some tragic drama, and I won’t be at a loss because my mother was seriously injured. I just shed tears. I won’t cry. I also vowed that I will never be as cowardly as I was in my previous life.

Your life should not be arranged by fate. You are the director of your own life. The ending of your life can only be determined by yourself. No one should have a say in it.

Jonathan was wrapped in a windbreaker and came to the farm warehouse. Several black tooth clips were poured out from a woven bag. Since foxes, weasels and other animals that threaten poultry often appear on the farm, Jonathan bought a few new basketball-sized clips. I didn't expect that the tooth clamp was not used on animals, but it was used on humans first.

"Everything is ready, just waiting for you three Dashabi to throw yourself into a trap."

Jonathan arranged a row of five toothed clamps in a straight line, and sprinkled dozens of nails on it, so that no matter who opened the door and entered the house, they would not need to use their feet.

In the middle of the night, even if his family stayed up all night, they still had a chamber pot in the room, and 90% of the people who came were not good birds, not to mention that for fear of oversleeping, Jonathan didn't want to sleep at all tonight.

But it’s time to get two more dogs. If we had two dogs, the ending would have been different. Dogs are the most loyal guards of mankind. They don’t care whether they have guns or not. Some dogs are still vulnerable even if they are shot. It will bite their legs tightly.

The little black bird accidentally ate rat poison and died. Jonathan still had some regrets, so he pulled down the cornfield and buried it. It was considered a fallen leaf returning to its roots.

"Who the hell are you?"

Hearing Ms. Emma's surprised voice, Jonathan woke up from his sleep while leaning on his arms on the dining table. He looked at Ms. Emma holding a dim oil lamp in one hand and a basin in the other. Her body was covered in flour.

Although he knew that all this would happen, Jonathan still had a lot of emotions when he saw Ms. Emma intact again. Only after losing it did he know how to cherish it more. Jonathan also knew that family love is not easy to come by.

"Why didn't you turn on the light?"

"I'm afraid that the light will be too bright and disturb you and Jane when they sleep. It's fine if I use this kerosene lamp. What are you doing sitting at the dining table? Why don't you turn on a light and scare people to death?" Ms. Emma glared at Jonathan angrily. , she was lighting a dim oil lamp and saw a dark figure sitting on the dining table, which almost frightened her out of her mind.

Of course, if she had turned on the light at that time, it is not necessarily that those robbers would not dare to come in. Of course, there are not so many ifs in this world. According to this, if grandpa did not open this farm, there would be no robbers today.

"I can not sleep."

Ms. Emma was originally afraid that the light would be too bright and disturb Jonathan when he was sleeping. This was because Jonathan was more defensive. It could be seen from the fact that he kept curling up to sleep. He wanted to curl up to protect himself, so Jonathan usually made a little noise or a sound. Bright light will wake you up.

However, Jonathan obviously couldn't sleep at this time, so Ms. Emma ignored Jane, who was careless and whose sleep quality was comparable to that of the God of Sleep. She walked directly to the small light bulb the size of a fist and tried to light it up.

"Don't turn on the light." Jonathan grabbed Ms. Emma. If Ms. Emma turned on the light at this time, the mousetrap would not be able to catch the mouse.

You idiots, your grandpa is waiting for you here. Today I will get back the harm you caused me ten times and a hundred times. Don’t think that you can escape unscathed just because you are here.