Marvel's Fantasia

———Back to 1946 in time and space——

The sun was rising gradually, and a voice could be heard faintly from the empty mountaintop: "Why haven't you come back, damn William, bastard, idiot, bastard..."

"Gu—" A voice interrupted Cynthia's thoughts.

Cynthia rubbed her belly. She got up too early today, and she didn't eat when she went out. She originally planned to eat while enjoying the beautiful scenery on the top of the mountain.

It turns out that she is not on the top of the mountain now, but in a cave!

Cynthia, who was squatting, became more and more aggrieved as she thought about it. She took out a diary from her messenger bag and recorded today's events, planning to settle accounts with William.

She wrote the sentence of vengeance seriously, but who knew that the pen ran out of water after writing halfway?What a bad day today!

She flicked the pen angrily, hoping to get some ink out, and then knocked off the tip of the pen.

Cynthia: "..."

Putting the notebook under her feet, she clasped her hands together and murmured: "Anger is not good. Anger is a devil. Anger can make you wrinkle. You are 26 years old. It's time to take care of yourself. We can't let anger accelerate the growth of wrinkles, we can't Influenced by unrelated people..."

After self-reflection, she let out a breath, watching the fog in front of her disappear in a flash, Cynthia took out a sandwich from her bag and gnawed on it.

On the other hand, William, who drove away, finally found a family. After repeatedly saying that he was not a bad person and needed help, the owner lent him a phone.

"Hello, I want to call the police. A friend of mine fell off a cliff and needs rescue urgently!"

After filling her stomach, Cynthia stared at the scenery outside in a daze.

It was ice and snow outside, but the hole was very warm, so Cynthia couldn't help but squeeze her body in again, and her neck accidentally touched a raised stone.

Well done!Cynthia was lying on the ground thinking at this moment.

Just now, Cynthia's ability turned the stone she touched into a butterfly, and then her body fell backward without any support on her back. At that moment, Cynthia thought she was going to fall to death, and she was so scared that she closed her eyes. He closed his eyes, imagining all kinds of tragic deaths of himself.

But she only fell for a few seconds before falling to the ground. There was no injury on her body, only her chest suffered undue pain.

Cynthia got up from the ground, looked at where she was, and didn't quite understand why she could see things even though there was no sunlight coming in here?

On the top of the mountain at this time, William and the rescuers had already climbed up. They didn't see Cynthia on the edge of the cliff, so they searched around: "Cynthia! Where are you, Cynthia! Please answer if you hear it!"

"Cynthia Scott! Please answer!"

The detective did not find anyone on the top of the mountain, leaving a few police officers to continue searching. He planned to take people to the location below the mountain to search, and William quickly said that he would follow.

A few people came down the mountain, the inspector looked up, judged several possible fall points, and searched again.

When the sun rose to the middle, no one found the victims. The inspector checked the time and decided to close the team.

William stopped him and said, "No, Mr. Police, please search carefully! Cynthia really fell off the cliff!"

The inspector looked at the disheveled William and frowned: "Sir, we searched for nearly four hours, and we didn't even see a shoe, let alone a figure!"

"But, but Cynthia..."

"Okay, don't say any more!" The detective interrupted William, and waved his hand to signal a police officer to come forward: "Sir, I think you seem to be mentally unstable, I suggest you go back and take a rest first, and I won't pursue it You made a false report this time. You come to record a statement for him, and write it as a prank to call the police. Close the case and let's go!"

After recording the statement, William looked at the departing police car, looked back at the high mountain, and climbed up again.

"Cynthia, are you having a good day today?" Mrs. Barton stood at the door and rang the bell.After waiting for a long time but no one responded, she wondered, it was getting dark now, did Cynthia come back yet?

The next morning, Mrs. Barton came to the door again, but no one answered.

"Will, do you think something will happen to Cynthia?" Mrs. Barton asked her boyfriend at home.

Will Smith: "Don't think about it too much, I think that little girl is full of vitality, and she won't miss it."

Mrs. Barton frowned: "But she didn't seem to come home all night."

Will Smith stretched out his hand to smooth her frowning brows, and said: "It's normal for a little girl not to go home all night, maybe she's too happy, so why don't you spend the night outside with your friends?"

"Cynthia is not the playful kind of girl," retorted Mrs. Barton.

She knew Cynthia's character very well. Although she had many admirers, she never agreed to any pursuit, which showed that the girl was not affectionate.

Before Will Smith could speak, Mrs. Barton had already made a decision: "No, if the lights in her house are still not turned on tonight, I will call the police tomorrow!"

Will Smith: "Are you going to wait in the living room overnight?!"

"Of course it's not me." Mrs. Barton glanced at her boyfriend, and then said, "It's you, dear, I still have to sleep. Staying up late is not friendly to a lady's skin."

Will Smith: "...Okay, I will take good care of it."

In the early morning of the next day, Mrs. Barton came downstairs and saw her boyfriend sleeping on the sofa with obvious dark circles on his unshaven face. She sighed how hard it was to stay up late, and turned to make breakfast.

Will Smith drank the steaming coffee slowly, and only then did he feel alive. He really couldn't stay up all night when he was old.

Mrs. Barton: "How was last night? Have the lights been turned on in Cynthia's house?"

Will Smith wanted to tease her, but seeing his girlfriend's anxious expression, he still couldn't bear it, and replied, "No, the lights were not on there last night, but there was a car parked at around 12:20. walked through the door, and left again about [-] minutes later.”

"What?!" Mrs. Barton suddenly stood up from the sofa, thinking: "Cynthia hasn't come back since she went out the day before yesterday, and a car stopped in front of her house in the middle of the night. Could it be that the murderer came back after committing the crime to make sure the victim was alive? Survive by chance?!"

"No, no, I'm going to call the police!" The more she thought about it, the worse Mrs. Barton was going to go out to the police station to call the police, so that she could follow the police to find someone faster.

"Wait! Wait, Jenny!" The man on the sofa hurriedly grabbed her and said, "Give me 2 minutes to wash up, and I'll go with you!"