[Comprehensive British and American] The best neighbor

Peter felt that he was about to be exposed.

This didn't surprise him, he found out his mistake—relying on his other identity, he asked Helmut's personal questions too impatiently.The rest are nothing, the "do you have (ever) liked someone?" he couldn't help asking is the most deadly.

Helmut obviously decided he was a student, the lies he told about his job didn't work, and he couldn't drastically change his personality or the way he spoke while being Spider-Man, plus the physical resemblance, If Helmut wanted to trace Spider-Man's identity, it would not be difficult for him to find out that Peter was Spider-Man.

But this is not the most important issue. Apart from New York, the most important issue for Spider-Man and Peter Parker is Zemo's stubbornness.He made up his mind to leave the United States, as if there was nothing here to linger on.He may have lived in many places and met many people before, but all of them are passers-by. After the mission is completed, he will not have any connection with passers-by—Peter has never seen him contact his former friends— And Peter Parker suddenly realized that he was just one of the passers-by.Zemo knew from the beginning and had a future parting set, he never wanted to be too deeply involved with anyone.

Before Peter knew it, he was already thinking from Zemo's point of view.

But he just stood there, not flinching.Maybe he should try, Peter thought, before he flinched, he's never short of passion and patience, he's Spider-Man.

He sighed, lying on the edge of the window staring at the opposite bedroom with the curtains drawn, imagining what Zemo should be doing now.

Maybe he was still looking for information in the attic, maybe he was already asleep. When Peter turned in from his bedroom, he saw the white bottle of sleeping pills on the bedside table, but in the attic he saw boxes of energy drinks.From this, he could guess Zemo's usual night life.

At this moment, the curtains were pulled open suddenly, and Peter almost didn't jump up—of course, he managed to stop his own movement, and immediately picked up the telescope next to him to pretend that he was stargazing, only to realize it after a few seconds , took down the binoculars and looked at Zemo, he tried to greet Zemo as happily as usual, but he was not very successful.His face was a little stiff.

Zemo smiled at him, the gentle smile that belonged to Peter Parker's Mr. Zemo, not the sarcastic smile and impatient expression of Spider-Man's sidekick Helmut Zemo.Peter was still smiling, knowing he must look silly.

"Why aren't you asleep yet?" Zemo asked. "It's midnight now."

"I've been drawing a vase just now!" Peter said excitedly on the opposite side. He jumped up and hurriedly took out a vase from his room. "Ah!" Peter screamed, "the ink is not dry yet!" He immediately put the vase on the window sill, looking bewildered at his blue palm.

Zemo couldn't help laughing again, if it weren't for Peter's occasional off-line things, he would have suspected that the boy opposite was deliberately making him happy.

"Then go wash your hands first, and go to bed, it's getting late. You can't sleep late on weekends, don't develop bad habits." Zemo sent a text message to Peter, and the distance between them was not close , such a long paragraph without shouting at Peter will definitely not be able to hear it, it is better to edit the text message and send it directly.

"You sound like my elder." Peter also sent him a text message from his mobile phone, "Aunt May must be very happy, she can save me some trouble."

"I will show this text message to Aunt May."

"No!!!! I love you the most, Helmut! Don't show it to Aunt May!!" Peter seemed to believe it, and returned a huge crying face.

Zemo stared at the phone screen, turned his head and glanced at Peter, who was also holding the phone and staring at the screen in horror, and suddenly wanted to rub his somewhat messy hair.When chatting with him, Aunt May said that Peter's hair was thin and soft, like a girl's hair. He had rubbed it before, and it felt very restrained. It reminded him of the fluffy and soft body of the kitten when it was born. hair.

Maybe I should get a cat, Zemo thought, drawing the curtains, and I can leave the cat with Peter when I leave.

Today he was going to bed early, and after getting up tomorrow morning, he would check the bank account details of Elizabeth Holtz's family. Maybe he could see something from it.

The hunt for the Winter Soldier...has to be rescheduled.Thinking of this, he opened the bottle of sleeping pills and swallowed four pills.

Although he took sleeping pills, he still didn't sleep well at night.He was dreaming again, but this time it wasn't Sokovia, and it wasn't Hydra's death and judgment.He disguised himself as his new psychiatrist when he assassinated the first HYDRA agent on his roster, and he actually pored over several psychology books to avoid making mistakes in pretending to be the role.He once saw a psychological evaluation standard in it. When you say a word to a person, see what they associate with it at the first time. Based on this, you can see his mental state, or, even say—— Some secret thoughts that I didn't even realize.

Zemo hadn't tried this assessment, but he had dreamed about it.In a place he was very familiar with, at the entrance of the first Hydra base he went to, he sat on a chair restraining him, and there was an unidentifiable voice in his ears.

"conspiracy."

"Stop." He replied immediately, it was the first word that came to his mind.

"friend."

"Variety."

"Dear ones."

"pain."

"Life."

"revenge."

In the end, the voice was silent for a long time, so long that Zemo thought it was not his dream.In the end, the voice reappeared again, and the cold tone sounded, and Zemo suddenly realized that the voice resembled his own.

"Love." The word came.

In the dream, Zemo blurted out a word, and he didn't even think about why the word appeared in his mind so directly.

"Betrayal," he said.

The author has something to say: emmm... raise your glass and invite the little angel to give you a hug.

I think of a picture on Weibo, the text on it is very interesting, if you can’t post the picture, just extract the words in it.

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