[Zhongyingmei] After inheriting the throne

The psychological mutual aid group that Gladys participated in for the first time came to a successful conclusion.She didn't know how much help she could get from this event.But she did feel that after selectively revealing those stories, that period of history, and that vivid figure, her emotions were relieved to a certain extent.

At least, she can already start looking forward to the next event.

And in this mutual aid meeting, the one who attracted her most attention was the male college student, Peter, who seemed to have experienced pain similar to hers.

And Peter himself actually became curious about the girl who was closest to his age in this mutual aid activity.

The story she told was ambiguous, obliterating important time and place, and even blurring many details-he has not heard until now how the good friend who caused her psychological shadow "sacrificed".

But his gut told him she could understand his pain.

Is she also lamenting the injustice of fate?Are you also lamenting the extinction of young and vigorous life?Are you also regretting that you can change the direction of the story with a stretch of your hand, but in the end you can only sigh helplessly?

Do you also often recall in the middle of the night, scream in nightmares, and wail in pain in the face of your own powerlessness and mistakes after waking up?

They are a group of people who have experienced blows and felt pain.But other people's remorse, other people's self-blame, in comparison, are just regretting the hasty passage of time, regretting the lack of companionship and care, and regretting the past that was not cherished.

He and she are different, they are really guilty of the blood stained on their hands, and because of the helplessness of the heavy weight of life passing across their fingertips, they growl and cry in the corner where no one is listening.

It is a past that is unbearable for ordinary people. Walking in the dark, it is very easy for people to slip off the edge or even the abyss, a line standing on a high mountain.

Just thinking about it, Peter shivered, and suddenly felt a gaze cast on him that could not be caught by his keen senses.He didn't know where it came from, and why it fell on him. Although it was not malicious, it was enough to make people startled at that moment.

The topic came to the end. After other members shared their recent life and experience, in a slightly lively atmosphere, this time the psychological mutual assistance group activities were considered to be over.Peter took it for granted that in terms of age and experience, Gladys, who was similar to him, could evoke a similar emotion.

This has nothing to do with affection or love. This is the confession of two pure and kind people who bear the responsibility of their lives and are guilty of this, and finally aroused a certain emotional resonance.

They stood up, put the cup back together, and then tacitly helped to clean up here, and logically ended up at the end of the meeting.Joe thanked them for their help, and received a shy wave from the two newcomers.

In the end, it was Peter who took that step first.

"Hi, hello." He finally choked out this sentence.

"Do you want to go for a walk together? Like to the lake, the park?" Gladys asked.

The previous speech in the psychological mutual aid group seemed to open a window for them to vent their hearts. They agreed to chat together in the next hour to completely empty out those emotions that had not been expressed.During this time, Peter talked more and Gladys listened more.

In his words, Gladys couldn't help but marvel at how much this man had lost at such a young age.This young man who has just entered college, first lost his parents when he was young, and then lost his father-like uncle during the most turbulent adolescence before he fully grown up, and then witnessed her girlfriend's father in front of him. Also died for justice.And now, he failed to catch his fallen girlfriend and lost his childhood friend.

It seems that the malice of the whole world is watching him. When he is most excited, when he is most caught off guard, whenever his life experiences that little bit of sweetness, a pair of hands will ruthlessly take away his The escalator, watching him keep falling.Misfortune can always come at his luckiest moment.

Peter Parker is indeed an extremely strong boy.Gladys saw the resilience of the family in May before her.Although, Peter is still at a loss at this moment.

"I'm very concerned about that question." Peter said, "It's the last sentence you said."

"Do you have to sacrifice to be a hero?"

This sacrifice is yourself, and it will also be your close ones.Peter had thought that after one loss, he would never let another tragedy happen.Isn't he working hard for this?

But why, disasters happened to befall him over and over again, taking away his few warmth?

He was even thinking:

"Why is it that I am not the one who left?"

He questioned fate, but he still couldn't find the shadow of the answer.

"Is sacrifice necessary to be a hero?" Gladys repeated, chewing that sentence carefully.

"Yes, to be a hero is bound to face sacrifice." She seemed to be answering the question posed by herself, and seemed to be talking to herself: "The sacrifice may be yourself, or it may fall on others. "

"It's just that we didn't do it well, and what we sacrificed was the preparation of others."

"But, is this sacrifice inevitable?" She didn't know who she was questioning.Maybe that person is herself.

"Why must there be sacrifices? If I can do more..."

Silence fell, and they fell into deep thought again.

The water of the lake is sparkling, especially gorgeous and colorful in the afterglow of the sun.They got up from the bench and said goodbye tacitly.

Before leaving, Peter stopped her: "Will you come to the next event?"

"I'll come," Gladys assured, "until I find out."

Gladys slowly calmed down on the way home, allowing the windows that she had deliberately dissipated to reappear in her vision.

Her thoughts immediately spread from a thread, forming a net, dividing and saving what she saw and heard along the way, and revisiting it again.

The part belonging to Peter was isolated, and the information was unexpectedly rich.

Under the action of the [Eye of Reality], the collected basic body data are more accurate than the most sophisticated body measuring instruments, but what caught her attention was the data that far surpassed ordinary people.

His every move has formed a unique trajectory through repeated observations, which reveals that he is different from ordinary people.

Peter's intuition is very keen, and he noticed the passive and objective observation of the "Belle" part of Gladys; his movements are no different from ordinary people, but the subtle rhythm of muscle movements shows his whole body tense , like ballet dancers use their excellent muscle strength to jump out of the lightest dance steps; his eyesight is also very good, the frequency of blinking, the dilated pupils are inconsistent with other members in the same environment...

The flaws in these details combined together to form a rough outline, tailoring a chart for Peter Parker that belongs to superpowers.

Gladys didn't deliberately observe him, but the information and data were like a book spread out in front of her. At a glance, they were all exposed and could be extracted intentionally or unintentionally.

"Need attention?" the voice of "Belle" sounded in my head.

"He shouldn't need my attention. Peter's a good man. An upright, kind, and unfortunate man." Gladys tried to evade.

If she wanted to be friends with Peter in the future, excessive probing would destroy that pure, unadulterated friendship.

Although, she was already trying her best to avoid thinking, and she couldn't help but have some guesses about the possibility in her heart.

Peter is probably a vigilante, or the unorganized one.

"Let's stop here." Gladys stopped the association from continuing and forcibly cut off this passage.

She shifted her target, turned on the computer and asked about the results of the few instructions she had given before.

As a result, as she expected, the things about [Poisoned Apple] and [Crystal Coffin] were basically not recorded, and they belonged to the parts that could not be investigated. Only the public part of the information was sorted out—even though Gladys vaguely felt that if she had unlocked the restrictions on the computer at that time, it could do more things, but from a preliminary point of view, it is still safe Best point.

She went to look at the matter of fake identities again, the identities had already been settled, the computer was thoughtful and even the office space had been rented.

While looking at the address in a certain building, Gladys rejoiced that the deposit in his bank card was enough to pay for the consumption.

"Don't worry about such a small thing." "Belle"'s voice chuckled. "Now, we can get down to business."

Gladys allowed himself to hand over part of the authority to control his body and mind, allowing the feeling of being cleansed and light to sweep over him again.

The next moment, she changed back to "Belle".Those small windows in the field of view also show more detail.

The woman in a horse riding suit is full of heroism, with sharp eyebrows and eyes.But when there is a smile on her face, no matter whether it is a man or a woman, it is difficult to resist her warm beauty as gorgeous as a red rose.

She raised her hand to gently support her cheek, and raised her chin slightly to look at the computer. The relaxed feeling at home made her look a bit lazy and leisurely.But the words that came out of her mouth were different.

"Now that you're ready, let's do it."

"Rose de Martin, you will be the most famous detective in New York."

She chuckled, then stared at the computer monitor that jumped out of a black-bottomed window, and issued an unusual command: "I should name you, right? What do you want to call yourself."

The cursor on the computer that was waiting for input flashed twice, and then a name was typed: [Francis]

"Appear before me, then, Francis."

A deep male voice with a slight French accent sounded in the room: "Hello, world. Hello, Miss Belle."