I plant trees in the superhero world

Cyril was playing with his mobile phone at the front desk of his cafe when a young girl came over suddenly, "Boss, check out."

"Hello, what is the table number?" Cyril quickly put down his phone.

"number 7."

Cyril flipped through the order records on the computer, reported the amount to the customer, and was in a hurry to change the money for the customer. To be honest, he hadn’t helped in the store for a long time. He was only here to check the account before. He thought that as a store manager, it seemed a bit too much for him not to show up in the store all the time, and he probably would still give himself a vacation (...)

Jack washed his hands and walked out of the back kitchen. While wiping his hands with a paper towel, he teased, "The store manager, isn't it a long time since you've been here and won't open the counter?"

Cyril gave him a sideways glance, "Hmph." Although he was a little upset at being teased, he really didn't know how to refute, so he could only use a "hum" to express his stubbornness.

Cyril glanced around boredly, saw the little milk spider cleaning the table, felt puzzled, then looked at the phone, sure it was Friday.

"Didn't Peter only work at night on Friday? How come he also works during the day?"

"Oh." Jack said casually, "their school is temporarily closed, so Peter came to work." Jack suddenly looked at Cyril with an indescribable expression, "store manager, I remember that you were often not in the store after Peter came to work , how do you remember him so clearly, you know, you never remember the people who came to work part-time before, let alone know when they go to work?"

"Is there any problem?" Cyril frowned, always feeling that Jack couldn't say anything good.

Jack hung Cyril's shoulders with a look of "brothers are good", and said in a low voice, "Shop manager, although I know you are crooked, but Peter is still Jack.

"Okay, it's just a joke. I'll go to the back kitchen to take the dessert out of the oven."

Peter heard it funny, and he probably understands why the store manager remembers him among so many part-time jobs. After all, he is also Spider-Man. He used to send the store manager to the parking lot. Of course, the store manager remembers his working hours and so on.

There is a TV in the coffee shop, which is the norm in New York City. After all, New York is often attacked by terrorists or aliens, so in response to the government's requirements, all shops in prosperous areas must have a TV, which is convenient. Keep up with the news.

"According to the Bugle Daily report, four youths have been missing for nearly half a month, but the FBI still has no clues. The case has been handed over to BAU. The suspect is a serial killer. The four youths are still missing. I can only hope that the police will solve the case as soon as possible... "There are still several photos of missing persons on the news, with blonde hair and blue eyes, black hair and black eyes, etc. Cyril thought that serial killers should have something in common, so at first glance, it seems They have nothing in common in appearance.

But yes, if the serial killer's thoughts could be easily seen by Cyril, the police would have solved the case long ago.

But Cyril believes that he will not be targeted by serial killers (flag has been set)! !

Peter had cleared the table, and happened to see a particularly thin gentleman walking into the coffee shop, and Peter hurried forward to entertain the guests.

As soon as he approached this gentleman, the hairs on his body stood on end, goose bumps all over his body, and the way he looked at this gentleman suddenly changed.

The spider's super sense can sense the malice around him, he and this gentleman are just meeting for the first time, why would he be hostile to himself?

Peter forced himself to show a polite smile, "Hi, how many are you?"

"One." The man's voice was dry and unpleasant.

Peter led the man to sit down, the visitor was just a guest, even if he was malicious towards him, he couldn't drive this gentleman away.

"What would you like to drink?"

The man's eyes looked around in the coffee shop, staring at one place and never moving again.

Peter thought the man didn't hear clearly, so he repeated "Sir, what would you like to drink?" Cyril.

The man suddenly said, "Can you be lazy at work in your shop?"

Peter suddenly realized that this gentleman had been staring there because he thought the clerk was being lazy. "No, that's our store manager. It's okay for the store manager to squint for a while." Although the store manager didn't seem to be working hard in the store (...) After all, he didn't do anything.

The man just started to order, and Peter also wrote down the gentleman's order with the discomfort all over his body.

Cyril's head nodded, and he woke up suddenly. He rubbed his face to wake himself up. He felt that staying in the store didn't help much.Cyril looked around boredly, and suddenly met a pair of cold eyes...

Cyril really wanted to cover his face and sigh, why, he looked at such a pair of terrifying eyes again! ! !

Isn't this the severe picky eater I met at Dr. Lecter's yesterday? Why did I meet him again in my own shop today? !

Samuel seemed to have noticed Cyril's gaze, and turned his head to Cyril, showing the weird smile lines from yesterday.

At this moment, not only Cyril, Peter who saw the smile also felt creepy. He looked at Samuel's smile to Cyril, and a flash of light came to his mind, this gentleman could not be here for the store manager.

Samuel took the initiative to walk to the front desk, "I didn't expect to meet you here."

Peter wondered, do these two people know each other?

Cyril laughed dryly, "What a coincidence."

Coincidentally, I met here today. Either this man did it deliberately or because of evil fate, but he probably didn't do it deliberately. Cyril is not the kind of person who is too rich to hide, and a severe picky eater has already People who have affected their normal lives should have nothing to do with money, so, it must be evil fate...

But... "I heard from the doctor that you are a serious picky eater, why do you come here to drink coffee?"

Although it is his own store, Cyril will not say that the food in his store is so delicious that it can relieve severe picky eaters.

"Ah." The man's voice was a little erratic, "The doctor asked me to enrich my recipe, so I wanted to try something new."

new what?Although what the man said was very cryptic, Cyril roughly figured out that this gentleman must have come to try some new drinks to see if they can alleviate his severe picky eaters.

Samuel's coffee was served quickly, and Cyril acted on the responsibility of a store manager, and he was too embarrassed to walk away because Samuel was always staring at him.

Samuel took a sip of coffee, his expression remained the same, but Cyril's heart lifted, what the fuck, could it be that a cup of ordinary coffee in his shop can really relieve the stress of a picky eater...

Samuel spit the coffee into the thick handkerchief he carried with him.

Cyril breathed a sigh of relief, and he said, how is this kind of ordinary coffee possible.

Samuel smiled apologetically, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

Although this gentleman is so skinny and out of shape that it is a bit scary, but he gets used to it after seeing too much, and his speech and behavior are still very polite. Cyril is not so wary of this gentleman anymore. Pay attention to your body."

"Hmm." The man nodded.

From a distance, Peter saw that the two of them seemed to be getting along much better. Listening to their conversation, this gentleman seemed to have a mental illness, so his "Peter's shock" just now may be due to this gentleman's mental state being too defensive. Misunderstood, this gentleman should not be a bad person.

Peter thought so, and walked into the back kitchen with confidence.

Samuel left with the weird smile lines that Cyril was familiar with, leaving Cyril with goosebumps all over his body. He felt that the rapport between himself and this gentleman just now might be a ghost, so he showed Samuel from time to time. It is impossible for him to get along with him with such a smile!

Although Cyril has now moved to Queens, his place of residence is still a bit far from the coffee shop. He still drives to work every day. Of course, a good neighbor in New York will send his good store manager to the parking lot for a ride.

Cyril knew where Peter lived, and suggested, "It's fine if the place we lived was not on the way, but now I live in Queens and just pass by your house. Every time you send me to the parking lot, I'll take you too." go home."

Peter did not refuse, with a bright smile on his face, "Thank you, manager!"

Cyril looked at Peter and felt that something was missing from him, "Where's your backpack?"

Peter patted his back belatedly, "Oh, I fell into the store!"

Cyril threw the store key to him, and said helplessly, "A student like you can forget your schoolbag, remember to lock the door!"

"Don't worry, store manager!" Peter quickly ran out of the parking lot.

Cyril took out his mobile phone while opening the car door, and found that Steve had sent a message asking if he had time to go to the art exhibition tomorrow.

Cyril dialed the phone directly, typing was too troublesome, he said "Good evening, Steve" while getting in the car and sitting in the driver's seat.

Steve, who was doing push-ups at home, answered the phone with a gasp in his voice, "Cyril."

When Cyril heard this panting male voice, he couldn't help but "..." Suddenly his ears were itchy and swollen?

Cyril coughed dryly. He forgot to put on his seat belt just after hearing this voice. He said while fixing the seat belt, "Well, I don't think it's convenient to go to the art exhibition tomorrow. There are too many people on weekends. How about Monday?" Well, anyway we—um—”

Hearing that Cyril's voice was not right, Steve said anxiously, "Cyril! Cyril!" There seemed to be a struggling voice in the receiver, but soon there was a busy tone from the phone.

A thin, bony hand let go of the white cloth covering Cyril's mouth and nose, and the other hand threw the phone on the floor of the parking lot.The man moved the unconscious Cyril to the back seat and drove away.

When Peter ran back, he found that Cyril and his car were gone. Didn't the store manager say that he would take him back on the way?It shouldn't be the case, and the key to the store is still in his hand.

A familiar sound of music sounded from nowhere, and Peter noticed a little light not far away. He ran to pick up the phone, which seems to be the same style as the store manager's.

The mobile phone kept showing an incoming call reminder. Seeing that there was no one around, Peter answered the phone first, "Hello..."

Steve, who finally got through the phone, looked cold, "Who are you? Where's Cyril?"

So it's really the store manager's call!

"Hello, I'm Cyril's clerk. I came to the parking lot with him just now. I left something in the store, so I went back to pick it up. When I came back, the store manager and the car were gone. Only a mobile phone was in the parking lot. On the ground," Peter explained.

Steve took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down, "I was talking on the phone with Cyril just now, suddenly he seemed to be covered by someone, and the phone was hung up very quickly."

So something must have happened to Cyril (the store manager)!

"Listen, son, you should be the part-time clerk Peter that Cyril and I mentioned, you are still a minor, go home first, pay attention to safety, I will call the police here, it is so late, you go home first." Although Steve was already in a hurry, but in line with Captain America's sense of responsibility, he still let the underage children go home first.

On the surface, Peter agreed, but in fact, hey, it's time for his New York neighbor, Spider-Man, to come out!

Morgan walked into the office with the latest report, facing his group of colleagues who had been busy for a long time, "Bad news, just received a report, and another person is missing."

Looking at the newly added missing fifth person, black hair and blue eyes, the owner of the cafe, very well, there is no similarity with the first four people. "I really don't know what the serial killer used to find his target!"

Hotchner looked serious, "Have his relatives and friends contacted him? When did he disappear?"

"Just 10 minutes ago, he was on the phone with a friend, and suddenly someone covered his mouth; and he promised the clerk to wait for him in the parking lot. When the clerk came back, the person and the car were gone, only the mobile phone was thrown on the ground. "

"Contact his friends and shop assistants, check his recent whereabouts and phone records, and find the car now that it's gone."

Garcia searched on the computer, and soon Cyril's basic information and recent action records appeared on the electronic display screen. Compared with the previous few people who have been in New York at least all the time, this gentleman has stayed in New York for nearly half a month. Overseas, just five days after returning to China, to be targeted by a serial killer, really unlucky.

"The missing person's friend has come." A policeman walked in with a tall, blond man.

Ordinary police officers may not be able to recognize this man, but the bau police officer who is good at analysis quickly recognized this gentleman. Although he was wearing a mask in the video on TV, his perfect chin And the figure still let them judge it quickly.

"My God! Captain!"

"Am I wrong?"

"Pa——" This was the sound of Rhett knocking down the water glass.

If it wasn't for the wrong occasion, it would have almost turned into a handshake meeting. Hotchner coughed dryly, awakening their remaining rationality. Hotchner shook hands with the captain in a formulaic manner (the bau policemen "... treacherous"), He smiled and said, "Thank you for coming, we need your news about that Mr. Lance to help us with our work."

Steve nodded, "Cyril went to the UK some time ago, and this period of time should not be helpful to you. He has only been back to China for five days. On the first day, I drove him home without any contact with anyone; on the second day On the third day, he said that he was waiting for an appointment with a psychiatrist, and he didn’t bother to go out during the day, and he probably didn’t have much contact with people; on the fourth day, he went to see a psychiatrist, and today he went to work in a coffee shop, and something happened.”

Therefore, the only new place in this description is the psychiatrist's clinic.

"Do you know which doctor it is?"

"Looks like Hannibal."

The author has something to say about Cyril's accident and warns everyone not to play with mobile phones in sparsely populated places such as parking lots, as it is easy to cause accidents.