The Magician of the Beautiful World

"Ah? No! Of course not! He does his work, I do mine. I just feel that I know too little about the magical world. I hope to go to Uncle Logan and the others to get a better understanding of the current magical world." .”

"Where is Logan? Oh, where is Constantine? It's fine, anyway, your father is there too. If you want to go and see him, then go, of course, what do you want to communicate with Strange... ..."

"Mentor! Please don't mix such inexplicable thoughts with me. I'm not interested in a middle-aged man."

"As you like."

......

Unbeknownst to Strange, he was the subject of the conversation, and he was now sitting on a bench outside the British Museum waiting for his future roommate.

After waiting for about ten minutes, Strange noticed a slightly lame guy looking around.

Strange knew that this guy might be his future roommate, and Strange knew that this guy had a leg problem just by observing.

Sighing, Strange walked towards this guy, and then smiled at him in his slightly confused eyes.

"Hello." Strange said with a smile, "Sherlock Holmes, I think you are here to look for me, right?"

"Uh..." Everett froze for a moment, then nodded: "Yes, but... are you sure it's not Dr. Stephen Strange?"

Everett really couldn't turn his mind right now, because the man in front of him really looked exactly like the Strange he remembered!

Everett naturally had to seek medical treatment after being injured, and he also heard some rumors about Strange while in the hospital.

It is said that Strange, a medical genius, seems to have some problems, and this problem may directly lead to Strange ending his career as a doctor!

Everett is still a little unbelievable about this. What happened to a good top doctor that would ruin his career?

And now that he saw this guy who called himself Sherlock Holmes, he really didn't recover all of a sudden.

As a former CIA agent, how could he not know what Strange looked like?

Obviously he knew, so he felt incredible.

"I'm not Strange." Strange obviously expected this situation long ago, so he replied with a London accent: "I know Stephen Strange, a top neurosurgeon Doctor, but there seems to be something wrong with his hands, but do you think there is something wrong with my hands?"

As he said that, Strange took out his hands and shook the guy in front of him.

To be honest, Strange was also very upset, because he really wanted to use his true identity to answer this question, but unfortunately he couldn't.

Sighing, Strange continued to ask: "By the way, you should be the one who came to find my roommate, right?"

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"Yes, I'm here to share with you."

Everett nodded, but the way he looked at Strange was a little weird.

Everett used to be a soldier and a pilot, so he would accept psychological counseling surveys almost every time he flew to judge his mental state.

When he left the military and joined the CIA, he was also routinely interviewed for psychological counseling.

Moreover, in the training of the CIA, there is also a training course of psychology. It can be said that Everett has been dealing with psychology projects almost all of his career.

Therefore, Everett is no stranger to the course of psychology. It can even be said that Everett has almost become a master of psychology.

He noticed that when he said the name 'Stephen Strange', the guy in front of him was clearly in a very delicate mood.

Seems like a nostalgia?Regret?

Anyway, this kind of emotion was subtle and complicated, but it almost instantly made Everett conclude that this guy should be Strange.

It's just that Everett is weird, why doesn't this guy admit it?

Everett, who can't figure it out, doesn't really want to inquire about this guy's secrets. Who doesn't have a little secret these days?

But since Strange has concealed something from himself, Everett will naturally not say his real name foolishly.

After thinking for a while, Everett stretched out his hand: "John Watson, he used to be a pilot and studied some psychology. Nice to meet you."

"John Watson?" Strange looked up and down this new roommate strangely: "You look like you were not born in [-], but you really have something to do with studying psychology, which suits you very well." name."

John Watson was an American psychologist who was born in [-] and died in [-]. He was the founder of behaviorist psychology.

This guy was pretty great, elected president of the American Psychological Association in [-].

Major areas of research include behaviorist psychology theory and practice, emotional conditioning, and animal psychology.

He believes that the object of psychological research is not consciousness but behavior, and advocates the study of the relationship between behavior and the environment. The research method of psychology must abandon the introspective method and replace it with the experimental and observation methods commonly used in natural science.

He also applied behaviorist research methods to animal studies, child rearing, and advertising.

He played a huge role in objectifying psychology and had a major impact on American psychology.

All in all a psychology guy, a great guy.

Strange was surprised when the guy in front of him said that he was called this name, because Strange noticed through the magic power that this guy was really lying.

As for why he did it, Strange could sense that the guy might find out he was lying too.

Shaking his head, Strange didn't bother to care so much, he smiled and asked, "Mr. Watson, nice to meet you. By the way, you worked in the CIA before, right?"

"What?" Everett froze for a moment, then asked uncertainly, "What do you know?"

"People who retire from the army do better, either as bodyguards, as mercenaries, as policemen, or as functional departments."

Strange smiled slightly: "Judging from your stance, disguise and behavior, the first few are definitely not suitable for you, so you are definitely the last one."