The world needs more heroes

After taking a shower, Philomena came out of the bathroom and found an awkward atmosphere in the living room. There were two people sitting in a row on the sofa. One was Peter who came to Metropolis suddenly today, and the other was Peter who met yesterday. Over the face Dick.

Philomena was a little puzzled. Before she could speak, she saw Dick stand up abruptly, pulled out a weird smile, looked insincere, and then handed out the thing in her hand: "Yesterday your mobile phone It fell on my car and I just saw it in the morning."

It was only then that Philomena suddenly realized that normally, even if she fell asleep due to extreme exhaustion, she would not be unconscious even if her phone rang countless times. After all, she herself is not a person with low vigilance.

She stretched out her hand to take the phone, and her wet hair smeared on the towel around her neck. Seeing this, Dick was finally not so embarrassed, and smiled and told him: "I still have something to do, so I'll go first, and remember to blow my hair. "

The intimacy in the tone was clearly heard by Peter who was sitting aside, the boy's brows were slightly frowned, but it was only for a moment, and even he himself didn't notice it.

Philomena shrugged, waved her hand casually, and didn't intend to send Dick out, pressed a few times on the phone and found that it was really dead, and then put the phone on the side cabinet: "Thank you. "

Dick himself has other things to do. At this moment, he should continue to work for Bruce in Gotham, but he found that there is a mobile phone in the car that does not belong to him. What kind of madness will young people have when they lose their mobile phones? Dick himself was very aware of the phenomenon. Although he didn't know if Filomina's indifferent personality would cause such troubles, he still took the time to send the phone back.

But judging by Philomena's appearance, she should have fallen asleep after returning home last night, and didn't get up until not long ago, so she didn't notice that the phone was not there.

After delivering the things, Dick has to rush back to Gotham again. The clown suddenly went to the Metropolis this time, which greatly increased Bruce's workload. He even found that Tim hadn't closed his eyes for three days due to the previous work. , so before driving away, he drove his third younger brother to sleep, took over the job from the other party, and became a different kind of social animal during this period that should belong to the annual leave.

Dick waved at them twice, walked out and closed the door by the way, then Philomena turned her gaze to Peter, and after a pause for a few seconds, Philomena finally spoke: "You eat Is lunch already?"

Eighteen hours of sleep did not stop Philomena's stomach from digesting. The clean stomach that had been digested from dinner last night was protesting loudly. The slight tingling made Philomena clearly aware of her Hungry for this thing.

If Peter said he wasn't hungry, then Philomena was going to get some microwave food for a quick lunch.

As if seeing Philomena's thoughts clearly, Peter stood up angrily, and the boy walked to the cabinet without saying a word, and pointed to the cabinet full of microwave food: "Do you eat this every day?" , oh my god, how many times have I told you that this is not good for your health and can’t give you enough nutrition, do you want me to show you the ingredient list? Didn’t you promise me that you will eat well── -"

Philomena sighed with a headache, that's why she was always not keen on answering Peter's phone calls, the other party would start nagging and talking endlessly every time it was related to her daily diet and sleep, Philome Mina feels that she may not have heard as much in the first 15 years of her life as she has heard this year.

But she didn't want to interrupt.

While nagging, Peter reached out to take down the microwaved food. After a few minutes, he still didn't hear Philomena's voice, and finally stopped talking endlessly. He turned his head and looked at Philomena suspiciously. , usually on the phone at this time, Philomena has already interrupted him impatiently, and then perfunctorily said that she would go out to eat: "Philomina?"

"So, are you hungry?" Philomena didn't care about Peter's action of taking down the microwaved food. She asked again with a blank expression. She didn't have any expression, but Peter felt that her face seemed to be written [Answer or die, choose one] and the like, I couldn't help shaking, and then said cowardly: "Yes, I'm a little hungry...but I don't eat microwave food! And I want to take all of these away! "

His voice sounded like a young animal declaring its sovereignty, but he lost all momentum because of the trembling voice when he was clearly speaking strong words.Philomena twitched the corners of her mouth and decided to ignore Peter. She reached out and grabbed the half-wet towel that was draped over her shoulders, and then pulled it up and rubbed her black hair indiscriminately, which was envied by all the girls in Midtown High School. Long curly hair: "I'll be ready in 10 minutes, spaghetti?"

"Uh, I can do both?"

"Wait."

After throwing down these words very coolly, Philomena turned and went back to her room. The sound of the door closing woke Peter from his daze. Bags of various canned food, microwave rice, microwave pasta, etc., and blinked.

"So this means that I can take it away?" He muttered in a low voice, and his subordinates quickly threw the remaining microwave food into it: "Why do I think Philomena will definitely go to wholesale two more cabinets— -"

However, for the time being, Peter can't care that Philomena will wholesale a few cabinets of microwave fast food in the future, even if it is a few days, it is more important for Philomena to eat human food normally.

He easily carried the pile of canned food and microwave food that weighed at least [-] kilograms, without even exerting any force on his hands. The only thing that bothered him now was the whereabouts of these things.

Throwing must not be thrown away, even if it is unhealthy, it is food... Maybe it is a good choice to donate it to the homeless relief station?

Every city has several homeless relief stations set up by the government, which can simply provide homeless and bankrupt people with simple services such as washing, heating food, etc. These things are enough for those people to eat two meals.

My God, how could Philomena have enough microwave food for two meals for so many homeless people?Does she eat this kind of thing in the morning and evening?

Sitting on the sofa, Peter muttered something that only he could understand, while there was the sound of a hair dryer in Philomena's room, and the buzzing sound of the hair dryer on the highest setting was heard in this room. There are a lot of people living in the atmosphere, and Peter looks at the large floor-to-ceiling windows and the sunny balcony outside.

This city is like being surrounded by eternal sunshine, which is great.

The autumn sunshine of the metropolis fell on the streets. Philomena raised her head slightly, letting the golden sky fall on her body, and finally pulled her hands out of her pockets in the long-sleeved clothes to feel the hard-earned temperature.

When I was taking a bath in the bathroom just now, Philomena took the opportunity to ask Athena to take out the biological stance, and the biological stance, which lasted only five seconds, healed Philomena's fractured finger bone almost instantly , now she opens and closes her fingers casually without feeling the slightest pain.

The two of them who had just left the restaurant were so full that Peter felt that he couldn't even walk, but Philomena didn't look any different, so only she knew that under the cover of her clothes, she The well-curved abdomen was stretched to the point that it floated up slightly.

The relationship between the two of them has always been Peter Barabara talking a lot, and then Philomena nodded silently after he stopped talking or replied with no more than ten words, but no one felt that this way of getting along not suitable.

The two of them are high school students without a car, and Philomena didn't even plan to take the driver's license test, so even if she went out to eat, she would find the nearest restaurant.

Fortunately, the location of Philomena's apartment is very good. It is located in the city center. The building of Lex Industrial Corporation is two streets away. There are many buildings nearby. Many office workers will settle their lunches nearby. , dinner, so apart from other things, there are definitely a lot of restaurants.

The Italian restaurant that Philomena took Peter to is a good and cheap shop. The pasta and stew are very authentic. Philomena once accidentally heard their chef explaining matters to the waiter , with a strong European accent, now that I think about it, it is very likely that he is an Italian chef.

On their way back to Philomena's house, they inevitably passed Memorial Park.

The statue of Superman is still standing in place, no matter the wind and rain, it has not shaken in the slightest, but Philomena will not stop when she passes by here now.

Superman is a person who will always be engraved in memory, even if there is no statue, even if everyone tears up his red cloth and blue hope.

Even if Superman is forgotten by this world.

Philomena Ocean never forgot.

Noticing that Philomena was still distracted while walking, Peter stopped his chattering mouth after seeing the huge Superman statue, which instead caught Philomena's attention.

Philomena turned her head slightly, and put her gaze on Peter. The slightly raised eyebrows were understood by Peter in an instant, and the young man stroked his hair in embarrassment: "Am I too Arguing?"

Philomena paused for two seconds: "It's not the first time either."

Indeed, she had never seen such a rowdy person.

But it's not that annoying either.

Philomena didn't continue talking, Peter seemed relieved, and continued to chat about all the trivial things that happened in Midtown High School recently, and even mentioned Eugene Thompson's inexplicable tantrum that day.

After hearing this, Philomena didn't seem to care at all. After giving a perfunctory "Yes", she looked at him suspiciously as if she didn't understand why Peter mentioned this.

"So, Harry showed me a photo that day..." Peter hesitated. He took out his phone and clicked on it, then opened the photo and handed it to Philomena.

Filomina frowned and took the phone, and it was Dick and herself who appeared on the screen: "Why is there this photo?"

"Yes, it should be a photo taken by a passer-by. Is that gentleman the one who came to see you today?"

"kindness."

Suddenly Peter felt a little suffocated, he knew he shouldn't ask, he didn't even know why he asked these questions, but he did.

Philomena didn't seem to intend to reply even one more word, but Peter felt that he was not only unqualified to ask these questions, but also meaningless.

Why on earth is he starting this conversation?

"Aren't you leaving?" Philomena asked suspiciously, "Did you bring a cake?"

"Oh, oh." Peter nodded hastily, and followed Philomena's footsteps. They were already about to arrive at the apartment, but they finally pursed their lips, obviously not very happy, but still asked: " Are you going to ask your friends to come over? The cake is six inches long, and it should be just right for the three of us."

"Friend?" Philomena took out the keys from her pocket and opened the door. She didn't even bring her bag when she went out today. She just left with her mobile phone, keys and wallet. A bunch of keys were knocked together. There was a clanging sound: "He is my neighbor."

"I don't make friends."

Philomena thought Peter was weird, and when he left her house in the afternoon and was about to go back to New York, he looked even more depressed, but after repeated inquiries from Philomena, Peter, who still said he was fine, carried the pile of microwaves. Food said goodbye to Philomena and left. Before leaving, she repeatedly asked Philomena not to throw her mobile phone away, otherwise it would be very dangerous to find no one.

After perfunctorily agreeing, Philomena sent Peter to a taxi and returned to her home.

All day today, Athena, who was watching Metropolis for her, didn't issue any crisis alerts. It seemed to be a very peaceful day. Philomena finally found time to ask Athena about her sleepiness in detail.

"You mentioned earlier that physical fitness may affect the operation of the system, that's the thing, right?"

[Yes, the Overwatch system is dependent on the host. When the system is running, the host can have the abilities and physical fitness of the game character set in the game, but the maintenance time is determined by the physical fitness of the host. 】

Philomena pursed her lips: "Is it possible for me to fall asleep on the battlefield after exhaustion?"

[The system can guarantee to keep the host awake until the host arrives at a location judged safe by the system. 】

Philomena spoke softly, with sarcasm and questioning in her tone: "...You mean, do you want me to trust your judgment wholeheartedly, Athena?"

And Athena's voice is as gentle as ever, as if she completely embraces Philomena: [The Overwatch system only serves the host, as long as the host needs it, the core code can be released to the host. 】

It means that the power of life and death of Athena can be completely controlled by Philomena. As long as Athena offends Philomena, she can obliterate Athena's consciousness.

"...save your core code."

Philomena never trusts, neither human nor machine.

When Philomena said never trust, she really didn't trust. Of course, she didn't mean that Athena would betray her, but that Philomena couldn't entrust her life to the judgment of others.

If she loses strength and falls asleep during the battle, let alone Metropolis, she can't even guarantee her own life.

Philomena bought several sets of training equipment online that day, and they were delivered to her home two days later. After building a gym in the empty room of the apartment, Philomena would soak in it as long as she had nothing to do. , Every day before going to bed, I will destroy the muscles on my body, and then I will fall asleep in a drowsy state.

The effect of the training is considerable. Apart from the daily fights, Philomena encountered the relatively well-known villain Toyman in the metropolis for the first time.

Toyman was once one of the most prestigious and creative toy manufacturers in Britain. However, because of the company's equity dispute, he eventually lost his job and was determined to avenge Lex Luthor who bought his company.

Of course, these things were discovered by Athena after invading Luthor's database. In fact, Luthor and the toy man are in a cooperative relationship. It's just that Luthor tricked the toy man during the cooperation, making the toy man extremely embarrassing now.

If Philomena were to explain, it was probably a villain with nothing to do and a little hole in his head who wanted to find some sense of existence after being betrayed.

But no matter what the reason for him to come out to make trouble, after those high-tech gadgets were knocked down by Sombra, Philomena directly tied him up and threw him to the super girl who rushed to the scene.

Then continue home boring training.

More than two months have passed, and now it has entered winter. The fine chill penetrated into Philomena's body through the skin on her wrist. She shrank herself even tighter, thinking about the game settings in her heart. In the middle, how did Xiaomei freeze herself in a large block of ice? Even if the clothes to keep out the cold were thick enough, she still had her skin directly touching the ice, right?

The jack-o-lanterns hanging high on the street made Filomina slightly dazed. Is it almost Halloween?

Philomena shrank her neck, letting her body blend into the soft fur collar, and the warm breath wrapped Philomena. She took the key out of her pocket with stiff hands, and after shaking it twice It was successfully poked into the keyhole.

After entering the apartment building, as the door was slowly closed, the cold wind was cut off from the door, and Philomena shivered before she stretched out her hand and pushed the elevator upstairs.

It's been so cold recently that even the number of robbers has decreased. It is said that this is the coldest winter in the metropolis in recent years.

Philomena's other hand was wearing a glove, and she was holding a paper bag. The faint aroma of food emitted from the paper bag caught Philomena's gluttons.

You must know that the Metropolitan Bank was robbed at noon today, and she rushed there without even eating lunch. When she returned to school, it was already class time, and she had no time to eat at all.

A subtle sense of hunger pierced Philomena's belly. In fact, even if she brought food home in this weather, she would definitely have to heat it up in the microwave, but when she said this to Peter, Peter But he insisted, saying that at least this is much healthier than pure microwave food.

With a sound of "Ding!", the elevator reached the top floor where Philomena lived. The elevator door opened, but she saw three people standing outside the neighbor's door. One of them was holding a wire in his hand and poking into the lock of the neighbor's door. inside.

Philomena changed the lock to an electronic lock when she moved in, but Dick didn't seem to want to change it, so his lock still continued with the previous owner's ordinary key lock, which was also the easiest to pick open and the easiest to open. One without security and surveillance.

"..." Philomena stared at them blankly, and the sound of the elevator opening obviously alarmed the three of them.

For a moment, the whole air fell into silence.

"Uh—" The one who picked the lock let go of the wire in his hand, and straightened up in embarrassment. Filomina took out the phone from her pocket with a blank expression, and after pressing several keys in a "da da da", Dial the phone.

"Beep—beep—" The waiting voice on the phone was eerily long, until the phone was picked up, and a brisk voice rang through the phone, then Philomena continued her actions with a blank face.

She stepped out of the elevator, and heard the young man's voice on the phone say happily, "Why are you calling me all of a sudden, Philomena?"

"Are you coming to the Metropolis today?"

"I'm definitely going, but how do you know? Wanna have dinner?"

Philomena paused for two seconds, turned around and glanced at the three people with an inexplicable and strange gaze, and then reached out to unlock the door of her house: "Three people are breaking the door of your house."

"It doesn't look like a nice guy."