What is it like to study at Midtown High School?

Ke Luo has never missed Uroboros like this. If it were him, he might be able to stop time and escape before the phantom fairy tale poet approached him.

But no, Ouroboros is already dead. Ke Luo only had time to slow down time when he was stunned by the powdered drug spilled by the fairy tale poet. The communicator fell on the roof. The fairy tale poet smiled treacherously, It crushes.

In the opposite building, Agent Romanov fell asleep lying on the table.

Outside Mr. T's bedroom, Peter closed his eyes and was still lying firmly on the wall.

There was nothing in the night except the sound of the wind.

It has been 15 minutes since Ke Luo woke up, but he didn't intend to open his eyes, just trying to focus on his environment.

He heard people's voices, and it was quite noisy, so this was not a broken house in the suburbs, nor was it a basement.

Ke Luo didn't dare to move, but he felt that the fairy tale poet's wrists and ankles had been handcuffed, tightly restricting his movements, not killing them. This behavior was puzzling.

The footsteps of the fairy tale poet and the smell of food appeared at the same time. Ke Luo was stiff all over. At the same time, he hated his weakness in fighting and underestimating the enemy—if he could react faster or be more vigilant, he would be able to fight against the enemy. Trapped him before the fairy bard spilled his potion.

"Stop pretending when you wake up." The fairy tale poet chuckled, followed by the sound of dragging a wooden chair.

Ke Luo opened his eyes and saw the fairy tale poet sitting down at the table, eating a bento.

The murderer had already taken off his hat and hung it on a nail on the wall, so Ke Luo could easily see that this was a short, middle-aged man with no features on his face, the kind who could easily be drowned in the crowd type.Ke Luo thought of his ability to reduce the sense of presence, avoid the eyes of professional agents and Spider-Man and sneak into Mr. T's bedroom to complete the crime.If Ke Luo didn't have a strong mental power, maybe he could easily stun Ke Luo from behind.

The fairy tale poet ignored Ke Luo's probing eyes. He seemed to be extremely hungry, chewing his food in a calm, earnest but very efficient way. The black coat, which was quite dangerous in the dark night, was found to be quite dirty in the daytime. The neckline and cuffs were heavily stained, and Korot guessed that the coat, like Peter's uniform, had not been washed very often.

Since the fairy tale poet did not restrict Ke Luo's sight, he observed the room wantonly.

Shabby, that's the first impression.

Apart from a bed with futons piled up randomly, a table and a chair, there is nothing more in the room.

Dirty, too, is the blatant gesture of this room.

Ke Luo saw that the corners of the wall were piled up with bento boxes that had not been thrown out, and there were various abstract dirt on the walls. The whole room was enveloped by an indescribable turbid smell. Ke Luo believed that the fairy tale poet also had this smell.

It was a little surprising, though, that Corot hadn't seen the empty bottles, if they hadn't been thrown away—could that have been possible? ——That is, the fairy tale poet does not need alcohol to soothe his nerves and anesthetize himself like ordinary criminals, which shows that he committed the crime while quite sober.

Ke Luo glanced at the fairy tale poet again. There was a trace of pain and despair on the man's face, and some extreme madness was hidden under his calm and rigid expression.

It was his daughter who died?Or sister?or……

Ke Luo slightly suppressed the conjecture that emerged in his heart, and turned his head to look at the most thrilling place in the whole room.

At the head of the man's bed, half of the wall was covered with photos. Ke Luo was far away from that direction, but he could clearly see the same person in those photos, a girl with blond hair, a sweet face, and an innocent smile.

Died in the "party", this is Ke Luo's guess.

"Susie, she is Susie." The fairy tale poet didn't turn his head, but said lightly, "She was only 12 years old when she died."

Ke Luo looked at the photos and said as calmly as possible: "Those are indeed scum."

"So I killed them."

Those are scum, be damned.Ke Luo understood what the fairy tale poet meant, but... he could only say: "Iron Man has already started to deal with those people, and the criminals will be punished."

"I don't care about them." The fairy tale poet swallowed the last bite of food slowly, then threw the bento box into the pile of garbage, and walked to the bathroom. If Ke Luo heard correctly, he should be drinking tap water.

A down-and-out, embarrassing, dirty but calm criminal, this made Ke Luo's dislike of the group of child abusers a step further.

It's always unpleasant to destroy something good and healthy, as it was with innocent children who died tragically, as with this criminal who might have had a full life.

Ke Luo organized his words carefully, and slowly said: "You don't have to be like this... I mean, if you stop now, I think the Avengers will try their best to deal with you, after all... those people are indeed demons. But You don't have to drive yourself to a dead end."

The fairy tale poet smiled hoarsely. He squinted at Ke Luo, as if he saw a joke: "I'm not afraid of death, boy... I've been investigating for two full years, and the only thing I care about in these two years is to put that Let them pay for Suzie's death, boy, I'm ready to die anytime."

"You have achieved your goal, haven't you?" Ke Luo immediately said, "You have exposed what happened to the Avengers, and they have begun to intervene. This matter will eventually be resolved."

"No...they won't, they are...haha, aren't they principled people?" The fairy tale poet laughed strangely, and he leaned in front of Ke Luo, the boy immediately smelled the expected sour smell, and You can clearly see the blood in the man's eyes.

"They won't kill...they'll put the scum in jail, but what about Suzie? Suzie's dead."

So he decided to come by himself.The fairy tale poet stared at Ke Luo with wide eyes: "Why are you not affected, why don't you faint? Why are you not affected? Obviously Spiderman is also..."

"What did you do to him?!"

The fairy tale poet ignored Ke Luo's questioning, he seemed rather distressed: "I don't want to do anything to you, but now..."

Ke Luo gritted his teeth, raised his head vigorously and knocked his forehead on the bearded chin of the fairy tale poet, while freezing time.

Some silvery timelines flowed from the fairy tale poet and fell on Ke Luo. A sad and shocking past was read by Ke Luo, and a lot of crazy and desperate emotions were also felt by Ke Luo.

The fairy tale poet pushed Ke Luo away in panic and anger, and the boy slammed into the wall.

The fairy tale poet roared: "Who are you?!"

Ke Luo tried his best to lean against the wall to support his painful body, and calmly looked back at the fairy tale poet: "Same as you, a mutant." Since Ouroboros is no longer there, maybe he can also be regarded as a mutant?

The fairy tale poet doesn't seem to know much about mutants. He only knows that he has a special ability, can easily hide his existence, and can use his eyes to avenge Suzy. This is the first time he failed to use his ability.

"Mutant... so you're not affected by me..." That's a bit of a bad take for a fairy tale poet.

To be precise, it is because Ke Luo is a mutant with strong spiritual power, but these are not what need to be emphasized now.

Ke Luo sorted out the timeline he just read: "You and Suzie..."

"Susie is an orphan." The fairy tale poet sat on the floor leaning against the table in shock, looking at the photos on the wall beside the bed, "She was only four years old when I met Susie. I was a photographer Yes, it doesn’t look like it. Actually, I didn’t look like that at that time either. No magazines were willing to publish the photos I took. I quickly used up my savings accumulated in the past few years. I looked like a beggar. In my life When my colleagues went abroad to shoot scenes, I could only take photos of the poor in the back alleys, and it was precisely because of this that I went to the orphanage where Susie was, and wanted to take a group of photos of children.”

Most of the orphans have a cowardice that can't be washed off, or go to the other extreme, mean and unruly.The fairy tale poet took photos and felt that these children were all the same, with the same expression and the same appearance. This was not what he wanted. Just when he decided to try another orphanage, he met a four-year-old Suzie.

"She doesn't know what I'm doing, but she's smiling for my camera, yeah, at the beginning, she's going to laugh whatever I make her look like, laughing, like She has never been in contact with any dirt from the orphanage. We have been running in for a long time before she can stop smiling, bow her head and meditate according to my intention..."

"Alice..." Ke Luo couldn't help saying the name.

The fairy tale poet's bloodshot eyes burst into a little light: "Yes, Alice, the muse of the artist! The eternal Alice in the camera, the eternal Alice in Wonderland, Suzie is my Alice...you I thought about it yesterday, didn't I? What's your name, kid?"

Ke Luo looked at the fairy tale poet who laughed so tears were streaming from the corners of his eyes, and remained silent.

That's right, the clue that he has been paying attention to all this time - the white stone.

The author of "Alice in Wonderland", Lewis Carroll, also known as Charles Dodgson, is not only a fairy tale writer, but also a mathematician working at Oxford University and a skilled photographer.

In a midsummer, this shy, introverted, weak and stuttering young mathematician met the three sisters of the Riddle family who had influenced his life, and the most amazing thing to him was the second daughter of the Riddle family, who was only four years old. Alice Riddle.

In that sunny midsummer, they went boating together, played together, and chatted together—in front of the children, their stuttering problem suddenly healed.Lewis took a lot of photos of Alice. In the process, in order to stabilize the restless child, he created a story about the rabbit hole, the Cheshire cat and the little girl.This story was later recorded at the request of Alice, and Lewis dedicated the story to the child who was about to grow into a girl by inscribing "To my dear child, commemorating a great summer" on the title page.

As the eldest daughter of the Riddle family grew up to the age that could be called a girl, the Riddle family suddenly realized that the young man who came to court frequently seemed no longer suitable to be the girl's partner. After the incident, Lewis left his Alice and severed all ties with the Riddles.

At the same time, a part of Lewis' diary suddenly disappeared.

In the surviving chapters, Lewis marks his days with Alice with "white stones."

Yes, the white stones, the crazy March hare, the rabbit hole, the Cheshire cat with a secret smile, the colorful imagery like a dream... Corot's adventure connects the fairy tale poet and Lewis together, so...

"You love her...you love Suzy..." Ke Luo concluded.

The fairy tale poet chuckled lowly.

Whether Lewis was a pedophile, and whether his friendship with Alice crossed the line, these are the puzzles surrounding "Alice in Wonderland" and "Who are you?" A few photos of the girl survived, the girl is beautiful and innocent, and is sealed in the story together with the memories of midsummer.

"You love her...so you risked your life to avenge her..." Ke Luo suddenly couldn't say any more. From the perspective of secular morality, the fairy tale poet's feelings for Susie are also immoral, right?This is not a literary story ("Lolita") in which moral standards cannot be intervened without joy or sorrow, but a real case of pedophilia.

So what attitude should we take?

The fairy tale poet recalled seemingly talking to himself: "...Susie, my Alice, I never dared to hurt her, but those scum..."

The author has something to say: the relationship between Lewis and Alice has indeed become suspicious, hey...

When I was reading "Lolita", I kept thinking that although literary works cannot be involved in moral standards, what about real cases?Pedophilia is naturally wrong, after all, children's self-defense and judgment are far weaker than adults, but is the term pedophile itself a crime?Regardless of whether they violated children, is it a crime to have preferences and sexual desires for children?

But here, I still don't say whether the fairy tale poet violated Suzie... I don't say...

I didn't dare to reveal the story of the fairy tale poet before, just to expose his true relationship with Susie in this chapter...

It seems that Lewis Carroll's pedophile is still quite famous?