New York is a Shura field [Comprehensive British and American]

Alphas were originally less susceptible to pheromones.

Not everyone is equal in the world——When ABO gender began to appear in human society, it set off a huge wave.It's only 100 years from now.In a way, it's almost like the x-gene.

But it is more easily accepted by people - all people will divide.

Human beings have always been afraid of unfamiliar things.However, if everyone has the same evolution, then... this is normal.

The three genders make the social division of labor evolve again.Among them, Omegas have the biggest disadvantage, mainly reflected in their physiological structure. They are born easily influenced by pheromones, while alphas are not.

Now, this criminal actually used drugs against alpha.No one knows what his purpose is.According to common sense, shouldn't it be better to manipulate the body of Omega?

"The lower middle part of the prefrontal cortex records your goals and desires, and decides what you want."

You've seen this in Kelly McGonigal's "Self-Control."

Is the criminal really just a person driven by desires under the cerebral cortex?Or, has he always hated the current social status quo?

Your heart is heavy, and you are full of looking for an exit, so you naturally ignore Peter's gradually abnormal situation.

Your slender and delicate knuckles cling to his wrist bones, pulling him along the winding stairwell.The red gas spreads faster than you imagined, so you have to try to close the door that has been open at the stairway to prevent it from leaking in faster.

It took you a lot of time to close the two doors with one hand - because just as you were about to let go of the boy's hand, he squeezed your wrist tightly instead.

The difference in physiological structure between men and women is mainly due to differences in bones. You are so slender that he can easily hold your arm with just one hand.Under the repeated action of this gas, something that hadn't erupted at the beginning quietly emerged between the two of you.

Your face is hidden in the dark red air.You are turned towards him, so he can only see your profile.

Extremely quiet.

In this case, the juvenile alpha's senses are magnified thousands of times.Standing next to you now is not some friendly neighborhood Spider-Man in Queens, but an ordinary teenager.

Peter only felt that the air around him was pressing on top of his head before it was inhaled into his lungs.There is no way to avoid it.Your frail and fragile neck is so brightly exposed in front of his eyes, he doesn't know whether to back up or go forward - the thing that is buried deep in his body most desires, at this moment, he only needs to gently part his half-length black hair Got it easily.

His mouth was parched.

You feel like you can't wait any longer.You have already closed the door, and you haven't seen any other strange alphas appearing here.You reached out and fumbled in your coat pocket, only to find that you dropped your phone at some point.

You are very upset.Maybe it fell at the elevator entrance, maybe...

"Peter, have you found your phone?" You cast your expectant eyes on the abnormally silent teenager beside you.

"Ah, I found it... Here you are." Peter's reaction was a beat slower than usual. When he handed you the phone, you could feel him trembling slightly.

"Hold on, we'll be out right away!" You touched his cheek reassuringly, but you didn't expect this kind of behavior to inadvertently aggravate his symptoms.

People always overestimate their own self-control, thinking that as long as they get it, they will not think about the next step.

You don't care so much, quickly dial the police.At the moment when the screen showed that it was connected, there was a clear knock on the other side of the door.

Accompanied by a man's voice completely unfamiliar to you.

"Hello?"

First, he leisurely patrolled the corridor outside, whistling so that you could not understand his intentions.You, who have limited and poor social experience, really don't understand what he wants to do.You don't dare to make a little noise easily, for fear of revealing that there are actually two people hidden behind this ordinary door.

There is a sound of shoes hitting the steps when running downstairs.In such a quiet and condensed atmosphere, it will only be more obvious.

You didn't dare to answer the operator's doubtful words at all, so you could only hold the little spider's hand tightly behind your back.Now it seems it's your turn to protect him.

Even Sherlock can barely cope with the sudden situation of the susceptible period, how can Peter escape the hell of love?

His understanding of ABO is only limited to the knowledge in high school physiology class.In this regard, he is almost ignorant.

After a few minutes of stalemate inside and outside the door, you hear a deafening siren of a police car.

You breathed a sigh of relief, and planned to cover up the sound of footsteps and run down by the harsh sound.But that person doesn't intend to give you any chance to escape at all.

"Catch, hold, you, it."

He swung the ax in his hand with one hand, and chopped at the place where the lock was.

Hiding has lost its meaning now, so you dragged Peter who was in poor condition and ran down.In vain the sound of kicking as you run.

Until this moment, that fanatical murderer swung his ax more vigorously, and there was a ferocious smile from the bottom of his heart on the corner of his mean mouth.

In fact, he didn't know if there was anyone there.

It's just that it's just invisible pressure.

He is not the prey, he is the hunter, hunting you.

What do people do when they feel fear?

You run like a madman down the road, before terror sweeps through your limbs.It was also at this time that you realized that there were too many steps in the stairs, and you started to jump straight away when you were running.

This gives you a feeling - you seem to be running in an endless maze, and with every step you take, the number of steps you can take back is one less.You can only keep running.

To stop is to die.

To your senses, that person doesn't look like a murderous criminal.On the contrary, every step of his seems to be nonsensical, but in fact he has already calculated that there will be no difference.

You discover that that person is actually coming towards you.

Because he called your name.

It would not take long to wait for the police to completely block the building.But he doesn't feel flustered at all... It's as if this is his home, with a relaxed and natural posture.

You dragged Peter to the third floor or the fourth floor. The sound of footsteps behind you mixed with the sound of an ax mopping the floor was getting closer, hitting your heart one after another, like Lingchi.

Until then, the boy who had been held by you all this time broke free from your hand.You looked back at him, a little dazed in your bright eyes.

It seems like all the men you get involved with have problems with estrus.

To be honest, Peter's current situation is really not very good...

You walked up to him again and stretched out your hand to hold him. Seeing that he still didn't move, you urged: "Hurry up, we can go out soon...!"

The boy didn't speak, but just gently broke off your hand.

After a few more seconds, he said, okay.

It's a good thing he's not messing around like Sherlock... you think.

The two of you come to a small storage room next to the stairs leading to the next floor.

As soon as you wanted to go down, you were stopped by Peter.Then you saw that the boy's usual warm smile had a stern look on it.

Before you could speak, he covered your mouth and led you back to the storage room with one hand.

He whispered, "There's someone down there."

Spider sense.

Although he didn't step forward, he looked through the gap between the railings of the stairs to see if there was anyone below.But... he can be sure.The criminal's accomplice was staying at the next staircase, ready to capture the two of them single-handedly.

You can't speak, but your eyes cast a questioning glow on Peter.

He gently opened the door of the storage room, trying not to make any noise, and then quickly stuffed you in.

You were so surprised that you wanted to run out, but you couldn't let go of his grip on you.

The little spider is gentle to you from the beginning to the end, always thinking of you.However, it doesn't mean that he will let the weak you protect him at such an urgent moment.

He is a superhero.As the Spider-Man who punishes evil and promotes good in Queens, he must not stand idly by.

Even at such a special moment.

Besides, it will take some time for the Metropolitan Police Department to break through the defenses that the murderer stepped down around the building, so you have to deal with the murderer for a long time.

If you hesitate, you will lose.Hiding is useless.

The murderer is just, and still is, admiring the way his prey fled in disorder.If the opponent increases the speed from the beginning, it is impossible for you to have the opportunity to run up and down——

He was amused by the upheaval.

Not only because of the problem of subduing the murderer, but also because of you.You are an omega.And he, Peter Parker, will never let other alphas discover your whereabouts.

No matter how good-tempered a person is, he will not give in casually on this kind of matter.

With this in mind, he quickly stuffed you in and locked the door of the storage room.

The last words you heard before the light was lost: "Be quiet, be quiet, and wait for me."

Humans have an instinctive fear of the dark.You just feel that the darkness has come out of nowhere, and you haven't even observed the inside of the storage room.

Here is unknown.

You feel Peter's footsteps gradually receding.

You are alone here.

In other words, you are the only prey.

The sound of an unfamiliar high-heeled shoe hitting the ground is approaching you.

It was a woman's voice, "...Where is the person? Why did he suddenly disappear...?"

It seemed to be the voice of the woman who had turned on the gas switch earlier.

"Ah..." Sarah sighed softly, "So you are here."

After walking back and forth twice, she stroked the tightly closed small door.