Chapter 321 Mutants are online (please subscribe!!)

January 20th.

The weather is sunny.

Lorna got up very early today.

Hawke, who was sitting at the bar on the first floor, looking at the information in his hand, looked up at Lorna who was walking down. Then, he looked at the time on his watch: "It's only six o'clock now."

On weekends, Lorna would sleep until eleven or twelve o'clock.

Even if something happens, Lorna will sleep until after eight o'clock.

Hawke smiled and said: "Are you so excited?"

Lorna replied as she walked downstairs: "Aren't you excited?"

Please.

"Where are the mutants? Where is the real mutant academy?"

"Then what?"

"I...forget it."

Lorna opened her mouth, waved her hand, and pulled out the high stool: "When will we set off."

Hawke laughed and said, "What's the hurry? I have a ticket for nine o'clock. It's just after six o'clock. I won't be in a hurry until I leave at eight-thirty."

Finished.

Hawke ignored Lorna and focused his attention on the information on hand again.

Lorna sitting opposite was a little curious.

"Jasper...who is this?"

"I don't know."

"That……"

"These are students from other schools in New York City who have received invitation letters."

Hawke said without raising his head, and then stretched out a finger to indicate that Lorna should stop talking to him.

All the information on hand was found with the help of Ekaterina, and the teenagers on these materials were basically those who had received invitations from the Essex Academy for Gifted Talents.

In fact, it is not difficult to find these people.

At the very least, it's not as difficult as Hawke imagined, but it is difficult to gather these people together.

Nothing else.

There are too many social software.

Obviously.

Being keen to share everything on the Internet is what teenagers of Hawke and Lorna's age like to do.

Aside from the fact that people like Hawke and Lorna are probably not very fond of the Internet, everyone in the information Hawke has on hand has posted this photo from Essex at some point in the week.

Invitation letter to the Gifted Academy.

After all, showing off is one of the few advantages of teenagers.

But that’s fine too.

Hawke got a dozen lists of suspected mutants in one fell swoop.

Among them, Hawke even saw a few "acquaintances".

Of course.

Acquaintances in the sense of memory are not acquaintances in the real sense.

Such as this.

Hawke grabbed a piece of information, squinted his eyes, and looked at the name on it.

Lorna, who was sitting across from her just now, had already moved a stool and was sitting next to Hawke, and she was also looking at the information in Hawke's hand.

The photo on the profile shows an Asian woman with long purple hair.

Lorna looked at the name.

"Clarice Ferguson."

"Um."

Hawke nodded, looked at the photo on the file, and touched his chin.

If his memory is correct, then the woman in this information should be Flicker among the mutants.

The twinkling name should be Clarice Ferguson.

And her mutant ability is that she can create portals through twisted space, which can transport multiple people to her designated location at a time, and can even teleport over long distances, such as to the moon?

Hawke recalled the information in his memory.

"Flash."

"Flash?"

Lorna on the side listened to Hawke's words. She didn't feel much curiosity at first, but when the name passed through her mind for the second time, she suddenly thought of something, opened her mouth wide, and looked at Hawke.

: "You mean, she is Flicker, that Flicker, that Flicker from your Mutant Twilight story?"

Hawke looked at Lorna curiously: "Mutant Twilight? Have I ever told this story?"

Lorna curled her lips: "That's what it is, the story about Wolverine teleporting to the past."

Hawke understood.

"You mean, reverse the future?"

"Yes, I prefer the name Mutant Twilight."

"All right."

Hawke shook his head and did not argue with Lorna about this issue. Instead, he nodded and said, "If there is nothing wrong, this should be a flicker."

Lorna looked at the address stamp of the photo on the social software displayed on the information and frowned: "San Francisco, didn't you say that these information are from other universities in New York City?"

Hawke shrugged: "Most of them are, but there are students from other places who posted this photo."

Said.

Hawke grabbed the invitation letter from Essex Academy for Gifted and Talented that was lying aside and shook it.

Lorna opened her mouth: "A few days ago, Tessa suggested that we take a photo together and put it online."

Hawke turned to look at Lorna next to him.

"Did you take it?"

"How is it possible? I refused."

"That's good."

Lorna smiled, crossed her arms, and said to Hawke: "I am very obedient. Even if I share, I share what is only visible to me. I never expose my life to the Internet. Otherwise,

, doesn’t it mean that some of your information also belongs to me?”

Hawke chuckled: "It's good that you know."

He has never resisted the Internet or anything else.

but……

Hawke refuses to share his life on the Internet.

Because no one knows better than Hawke that the dangers from the Internet are no less dangerous than those from reality.

Let's put it this way.

Cypher can rely on a computer to kill people without anyone noticing.

As long as that target shares his or her life excessively on the Internet.

Lorna shrugged, didn't say anything, stood up, and walked towards the kitchen not far away.

Hawke once again focused his attention on the various materials collected by Ekaterina.

soon.

Time flies.

A silver Audi A8 buzzed out of the garage and then sped towards New York Grand Central Station on Manhattan Island.

Lorna, who was sitting in the passenger seat, had an invitation in one hand and a ticket in the other. Her face was full of expectations: "Hawk, do you think Professor X and Magneto are in this academy?"

Hawke ignored Lorna.

Lorna muttered to herself over there: "I don't think I am Magneto's daughter, but if I am, it's not really a disadvantage, right?"
To be continued...