[Zhongyingmei] After inheriting the throne

"Fiona".

A name that caught people's attention sounded beside him, and Peter subconsciously "swiped" and turned his head, seeing a young lady standing beside him.

She's wearing a brown trench coat and a black hat with a large brim, which happens to cover those eyes from Peter's perspective.But even so, her beautiful face is still enough to grab everyone's attention.Peter stared at that half of his face for a second, and then realized that the strange lady had just mentioned the name "Fiona".

How does this young lady know about Fiona? She is a relative of Fiona? No, she has a distinct French accent.She is Fiona's friend. Judging from the way they dress, the class gap between the two is obvious.So, is she also here to investigate Fiona's disappearance?

Peter hesitated and asked, "Do you know Fiona too?"

Miss Martin directly extended her right hand with a businesslike tone, "Rose de Martin, I'm a detective, and I've been commissioned to investigate Fiona's disappearance. I wonder if you have any relevant information here."

Peter reacted, reached out and shook hands, and then replied, "I'm Peter Parker. Fiona and I once participated in a mutual psychological mutual aid meeting."

Miss Martin narrowed her eyes slightly.If he had only participated in the same mutual aid association, how could Peter know about Fiona's disappearance? And he found this church with such a purpose.

Although, she glanced to the side before, and saw his excellent physical data once again marked in the window that emerged from the young man's body.Sure enough, he is a super vigilante.

"Oh, then I can't help but be a little curious." Miss Martin asked. "It sounds like your relationship is not close. How did you find this place? Or is it that Fiona once had private contact with you?"

"Eh, this." Peter dragged his tone, thinking quickly about what kind of excuse he should find.

He would find this place, naturally he used some disgraceful little tricks.After Aunt Mei mentioned it a few times before, he couldn't help but pay attention to this incident.Moreover, he also wanted to verify what the recent rumors were about.

So, he opened his mouth, and finally said to Miss Martin, "My aunt is familiar with Fiona, and she once introduced my aunt here. Hearing that something happened to Fiona, my aunt was very worried, so I also I want to help." After speaking, he showed a shy and shy smile.

"So that's the case." Miss Martin sighed inexplicably, and then stopped asking.She dropped her nervous skepticism for a softer friendliness.

"Since our goals are the same." Miss Martin said, "Then, Mr. Parker, can you give me any interesting information from your side?"

"Just call me Peter." Peter still looked a little nervous, but he was much better than the stiff one just now. "I don't know a lot. I just heard people say, um, it should be Fiona said that if you have any confusion in your heart, you can come here to find the answer."

This sounds like a very clever statement, and there is nothing worth noting except that Fiona is a devout believer.

Miss Martin did not comment on this, she just nodded slightly, "Then, this is consistent with what I have heard."

Peter, who was opposite her, dodged his eyes. Obviously, in the information he revealed, some of the content was replaced by him with other things.It doesn't matter though, the main message he gave is still true

Peter was obviously not a good liar, so facing Miss Martin who claimed to be a detective, the young college student couldn't help tensing his nerves.His brain was spinning rapidly, but he couldn't find a reasonable explanation to deal with the half-smile expression of the lady in front of him, and finally he could only ask "Miss Martin, since you are a detective, why are you here this time?" Are you sure there will be clues to Fiona here? Excuse me for asking, how is the case investigation going? Is Fiona safe?"

In this series of disappearance cases, the most frustrating is timely. No matter how long or short these people have been missing, there is no one alive or dead.Therefore, such concerns are obviously very reasonable and reasonable.

Peter blushed, and his speech speed gradually accelerated, only feeling that the temperature on his face was rising.His eyes never dared to fall on Miss Martin, who was opposite, but just randomly scanned everything behind her.Then the series of questions stopped suddenly when his eyes fell back on Miss Martin's face again.

Miss Martin stretched out an index finger to her lips. After Peter's words fell, she put her hand down, and then said to appease, "Relax, young man. I don't think I will think you are the suspect in my judgment." People. Since you have explored here with your own strength, then I think, maybe I have this honor, and I can ask you to be my temporary assistant."

Francis, who was diligently monitoring on the mobile phone, kept silent, indicating that he was not sore at all.

"Am I here to be a detective assistant so that I can help with the investigation? Can I really do that?" Peter obviously couldn't believe it.He looked at the young detective opposite again, who had a confident smile on his face.Although Peter didn't know that Detective Martin had recently become famous in the industry, he was easily convinced by this look.

"Oh, if you don't mind it." Peter finally said, "Then, I'd like to help you investigate this case together."

Miss Martin never mentioned again, where did Peter find out these things that he shouldn't know, and she turned a blind eye to his previous blatant excuses, but led him around the small church, While talking about the clues and things that he sorted out on his side.

Peter carefully followed Miss Martin to investigate in the church, lowered his head slightly to listen to the relevant clues and information she said, and compared it with what he knew to fill in his own gaps in the case.

In the silent church, a young woman in a windbreaker was walking in front, occasionally stopping to observe, followed by a tall young man who looked like her student.This scene looks a bit funny like playing house, so that no one can see how brilliant one of these two people is intellectually, and the other is also a superhuman existence in terms of force.

Compared with other famous churches, this church is small and is generally used by residents of nearby neighborhoods, so they quickly visited the whole church.Finally, Miss Martin found the big mirror in the church purposefully.

She looked at the ornately decorated mirror, stretched out her fingers, and tapped lightly on the mirror. She heard a few crisp sounds, colliding with a little echo in the empty church, and then gradually weakened.Nothing miraculous seemed to happen, and Miss Martin saw nothing strange in the looking-glass.

Peter followed behind, although he felt very strange in his heart, but in front of this unrecognizable mirror, he did not rashly ask Miss Martin any questions.In the conversation with Miss Martin just now, he has already felt the miraculous judgment of this lady in listening, and now he admires her very much in his heart.He waited quietly, looking at the detective and he could see some clues from it.

Miss Martin's eyes traveled up and down the mirror.In her field of vision, many small reminder boxes popped up on the mirror, revealing a series of information about the mirror's age, craftsman, style, and so on.But none of the information she was looking for related to those missing people, especially Fiona, was left on it.

Miss Martin straightened up and said, "Peter, can you do me a favor? Find out where there are mirrors in this church, no matter how big or small. Write them down." He took out a small shorthand from his large pocket and handed it to Peter.

"Oh, yes, Miss Martin." Peter finished his small book and walked away obediently.

After distracting Peter, Miss Martin began to pace in front of the large mirror.She further released her abilities, so an old voice rang in her ears, "Why is it here again? These people are really ignorant. I'm just an ordinary mirror. Pray to me for help." What's the use?"

Miss Martin waited, and after listening to his complaints, she stretched out her hand again as if knocking on the door, and knocked three times, "Hey, hello, Mr. Mirror."

"Hello miss, is there anything I can do for you?" The mirror came back to his senses, not surprised that someone would talk to him.

"Did someone special come here before, especially something special, like asking questions"

"Let me think about it, there are quite a few." The mirror replied, "There are old and young, men and women, and the time of coming is not the same, but they often come to me quietly alone, and then start to say something. Strange words, ask weird questions."

"for example"

"Oh, there are all kinds of problems. When will I get rich, when will I pay off my debts, will my mother get better, please help me confess to the girl I like. God, this is a church, It's not some other place, why these people always like to use me as a wishing well."

Miss Martin patiently listened to the mirror's complaints. They were all trivial things. People who came here wanted to obtain psychological comfort and realize unreliable expectations. They sounded like things that students like to do.

"No no no no" Miss Martin deleted those voices one by one.She listened patiently to the end, and finally heard a voice that seemed to be Fiona.

"Oh, if you are really as magical as the legend says, then let me reunite with my child."

"Oh, that's the one." Miss Martin discovered the answer.She continued to ask the mirror, "What did she say here, what did she do, when did she come and when did she leave? Is there anyone else like him besides her?"

She asked, and then got the answer from the old and slow voice of the mirror.Recently, rumors have come out from nowhere that there are many people who follow the trend to make wishes in the mirror and ask questions, and they often pay special attention to time, often picking some special time points such as 12 o'clock, 1 o'clock and 1 o'clock. That's how it works.Leaving aside those unremarkable questions, this desire to speak to God in prayer is the most special kind.

Miss Martin asked the mirror to describe Fiona's actions in detail again, sorting out Fiona's mental journey.

"Strange, really strange." Martin Xiaojie sighed secretly.From a casual attitude at the beginning, Fiona then became fanatical. She came to the church several times with a high frequency, and she seemed to regard this confession as her spiritual sustenance.Later, after Fiona came here once last week, she never showed up again.

Of course she won't come again, because she disappeared.At last Miss Martin straightened up.A skeptical voice behind her "Miss Martin, what are you doing?"

Miss Martin turned around and saw Peter, who had been pushed away by her, had returned behind her at some point, and was looking at her with a bewildered expression.To be honest, the way Miss Martin was talking to herself just now seemed a little abnormal.This is probably a quirk of genius, Peter secretly speculated in his heart.

Seeing Peter's appearance, Miss Martin was only slightly taken aback, naturally ignoring the strange behavior she had just witnessed. "It's nothing, I just found further clues, what about your side?"

Peter really wanted to say something, with an uncontrollable curiosity on his face, but he tried his best to hold back.

Miss Martin saw that he was holding back uncomfortably, and finally threw out an answer that was not considered an answer, "A mirror is a special item that can record a lot of information."

"Miss Martin, what have you discovered?" Peter originally thought that Miss Martin's method of determining at a glance was already miraculous, but now he felt that he had seen magic.

"I just confirmed that Fiona has indeed been here, and she has come here quite a lot." She has come here very frequently recently.

"So what are we going to do next?" Peter asked. "I have searched all the mirrors just now. None of them are bigger or more beautiful than this one."

"Oh, boy." Miss Martin said in an old-fashioned tone. "We are not looking at appearances." She reached out and tapped the mirror again, as if to say goodbye. "Okay, take me to another mirror."

Peter finally returned to the mirror, and obediently led Miss Martin to look in other mirrors.

Now they looked through all the mirrors and finally stood in front of a glass door.Miss Martin stood there motionless, resting her chin on her hands, as if she were in deep thought.Peter stood for a long time, and finally couldn't help asking, "Miss Martin, what are you looking at?" Miss Martin was not angry at his interruption, but propped her chin and said, "I'm looking at the place where Fiona disappeared last."

"What is here?" Peter was very surprised, with an uncontrollable exaggerated expression on his face.

"That's right, it's here." Miss Martin took a step back at this time, letting Peter stand in front, "Go and see, what's so special about it?"

Peter was puzzled, but he obediently stood forward and looked at it carefully.

The glass windows are polished very brightly, so that the shadows of people can be completely reflected in it.

"Did you see?" Miss Martin's voice was low and soft.

"What did you see?" Peter's eyes widened, and he looked again carefully, but he still couldn't see anything.There was nothing else but his and Miss Martin's shadows reflected in the smooth mirror.

"Is the intention not strong enough?" Miss Martin thought like this.She has already seen the above information from the frame floating on the door, and now there is an eye-catching sign marking the entrance of the mirror world on the glass door.This shows that Fiona disappeared when she walked out of this door.

Miss Martin reached out and patted Peter on the back.This unguarded moment made Peter take two steps forward in the direction of the force.His face was almost stuck to the mirror, and Peter seemed to feel the cold temperature of the tip of his nose.

Unfortunately, he still didn't feel anything.

Looking at the unresponsive scene, Miss Martin thought for a while, and said to herself, "Oh, I can't take a shortcut, do I still have to follow the steps?" So she turned around and stepped on her leather boots, and left with a "da da da" , while shouting to Peter to follow.

Peter took two steps back, left the smooth glass door, and followed Miss Martin to the big mirror that could reflect the entire figure again.Miss Martin stood farther away, and made Peter step forward, telling him to look at his own reflection in the mirror.

"Now listen to me and do it." Miss Martin's voice was still so deep and magnetic, and it was even softer.She began to use a verbal hint to make Peter act according to her heart.

"Look in the mirror, look at you in this mirror"

Peter somehow followed her thoughts, staring intently at himself in the mirror.

"Look at this young man, he is sad, he is soaked in blood"

Peter's eyes straightened, and he saw himself in the mirror being climbed up by something.It was a uniform, a homemade uniform that belonged to the street vigilante he had been as Spider-Man.Threads of red and blue were woven across his body, finally covering the entire face.But following Miss Martin's words, the uniform of Spider-Man in the mirror began to be gradually damaged, some places were torn, some places were burnt, some places were covered with dust, and some places were smeared with blood.

Gradually, the damaged mask could no longer cover his face.Peter saw himself in the mirror taking off Spider-Man's hood, revealing his true face.His face was full of exhaustion, sadness, and despair.

"Are you confused? Just ask, face your truest self, and find the answer you want." Miss Martin's voice came from afar, very close and far away from him, like a swinging pendulum .

The young man in the mirror said, "Tell me, what should I do? Tell me, how can I save everything"

Then something strange started to change.I saw layers of thick fog began to fill the room with the mirror as the center.The mist was very light at first, but it thickened rapidly at an unexpected speed, as if it was spreading from the mirror.And Peter saw his figure start to blur inside, shaking like a reflection in the water.

He saw a figure appearing behind the thick fog on the opposite side, walking behind himself in the mirror.The golden hair is draped behind her back, and the light green printed coat is full of youthful vigor and stability.The girl approached slowly, put her hand on her shoulder in the mirror, and finally hugged him.Immediately afterwards, another slightly chunky figure walked over from behind him.His hair was a little gray, and his face was covered with frost.This was an elderly man with a very ordinary appearance, but Peter felt that his eyes were very sore.

That was the important one in his life, the one he loved, the one who finally disappeared in front of him.

New figures were constantly appearing in the mirror, walking up to him, holding his hand, and decorating this picture into a family portrait.He saw Uncle Ben holding Aunt Mei's hand, and the two cuddled tightly, standing beside him.He saw again in the back, behind his girlfriend Gwen, her father put his hands on his daughter.He even saw the same young couple coming from behind as in the photo, looking at him with gratified eyes.

His eyes gradually blurred.Peter in reality couldn't help walking forward slowly, and then reached out to touch himself in the mirror.

Miss Martin stopped talking, and she watched Peter's absent-minded scene with great interest.Strangely, as Peter stretched out his hand, the cold mirror surface seemed to turn into something soft, and it seemed to turn into a liquid substance like the surface of water.Peter's outstretched right hand penetrated the glass surface without hindrance, and as he walked forward, he gradually entered the world inside the mirror.

"This kid is good." Miss Martin thought, then took two steps forward, grabbed Peter's left hand, and followed him all the way into the mirror.The mirror flickered, and the two disappeared behind the mirror.And those fogs, those strange water-like illusions, all disappeared at this moment, as if no one had ever been here, and nothing happened here.

But at this moment, in the eyes of Miss Martin, this ordinary mirror, which can only be said to be exquisite, has acquired a new identity at this moment, that is, the intersection leading to the world in the mirror.

Miss Martin closed her eyes and took Peter's ride into the mirror world.She just felt that she had bumped into a thin membrane, and then penetrated the barrier with less resistance, entering a world that felt floating.When she opened her eyes, she found that the left hand she was holding was gone, and there was fog all around, and she was the only one.

"Are you actually quarantined?" Miss Martin muttered to herself.She thought for a while, then pulled herself together again. "Forget it, let me take the trouble to find it."

Miss Martin pulled out a short stick from behind, flicked it neatly, and leaned on the elongated folding cane to explore into the mist.

"This time we finally encountered an interesting puzzle." Miss Martin disappeared into the mist.

Different from the fog encountered by Miss Martin, when Peter opened his eyes, what he saw was the ceiling of his own room.The alarm clock was still buzzing.He habitually pushed his hand up in a bed-ridden posture.Then the plastic plate of the alarm clock was fragilely broken into pieces under his slap.The alarm clock also stopped smoothly.

"Well, what's going on?" Peter was startled, jumped up from the bed almost immediately, and then saw the alarm clock that he had knocked apart. "Oops, that's too bad, I'm screwed."

"How did I forget about the spider power?" Peter was very annoyed in his heart, and he tidied up the debris on the ground in a panic, and then threw it into the trash can.I can only hope that Aunt Mei will not find out, so that I have the opportunity to buy a new one on the way.

Immediately afterwards, the mobile phone he placed next to him also beeped, and a new message entered.

The message was accompanied by a photo, a selfie of a girl.The girl in the photo has beautiful long blonde hair and a big smile on her face. She looks lively and cute, beautiful and charming.That was his girlfriend, Gwen Stacy.

Oh, he suddenly remembered that today is the day they are going to attend the graduation ceremony.So he hurriedly replied, "Very beautiful, this dress suits you very well."

He got up quickly, washed and changed clothes, and then ran downstairs immediately with his bag.Aunt May was already busy in the kitchen, putting breakfast on the plate. Uncle Ben put down the newspaper of the day and took the plate from her.Aunt Mei watched with a smile as the two quickly finished their breakfast, then took off their aprons, and said, "Are you all ready? Today is a big day."

Uncle Ben drove everyone to school in his second-hand car.The road is a little bit congested, but there is no way, why do so many people in the local area study here.

Peter found the venue where his own college was located, and then put on a bachelor's uniform and a bachelor's cap with his classmates.He and Gwen, who was in another team in the distance, waved to meet each other. The two smiled together, and then they were patted by the students around them, "Hey, can you stop feeding us dog food?"

Peter standing on the stage was agitated, especially during the fringe picking ceremony.Then he got off the stage, clapped and watched Gwen come on stage, purposely searched for him in the crowd, and then gave him a big smile.

The same goes for the consistently good Gwen in college.At this moment, she is standing on the podium, giving a speech of outstanding graduates in an excited yet steady voice.Ah, Gwen is always so good.Peter applauded her from below, and his palms turned red.Then, amidst the slight stinging pain, his eyes suddenly froze. This scene was a bit familiar, but something was not quite right.

What is wrong? Peter intuitively sensed that something was wrong.But if there is something strange, I can't say anything specific.He temporarily let go of this doubt, waiting for the end of the graduation ceremony.

When Gwen stepped off the stage, she rushed towards Peter and hugged him immediately.The two of them stuck together, and the tassels on the bachelor's hat kept shaking in front of their eyes.After hugging for a long time, the sticky pair of lovebirds finally let go of their hands, laughing together and looking back into each other's eyes, almost unable to hold back their excitement.

Just at that moment, an unknowable sense of dislocation made Peter feel a tinnitus, the scene in front of him suddenly became dazzled, beating and changing constantly, Gwen's figure was superimposed with other things, and some memory fragments were in his mind flickering continuously.

Peter suddenly felt hot and humid on his hands. He looked down and saw viscous liquid dripping from his hands.That's blood.He looked up and saw Gwen's terrified and stunned face, and his clothes changed into a light green printed jacket.

The day suddenly turned into night, and the flat lawn suddenly turned into a tall building.The lively figure in front of her lost her smile, closed her eyes, and blood slowly overflowed from her mouth and nose.He hurriedly raised his hand to wipe it, but no matter how much he wiped it, he couldn't clean it.He yelled in panic, but he couldn't wake up the sleeping girl.The warm and soft body in his arms slowly cooled down and became stiff.

"Gwen Gwen wake up, wake up!" Peter's voice was crying, echoing in the empty, dilapidated dark hall.

He suddenly shivered.A strange voice, neither gender nor age, rang in his ear, "This is the price you pay for being Spider-Man, and this is the price you pay for revealing your identity."

The voice became clear during the questioning, and finally sounded the same as his own, "Do you know you have another choice?" This question was exactly what made him toss and turn, and he couldn't sleep or eat.

Peter suddenly felt a sense of weightlessness, and the surrounding scene was spinning away rapidly. He kept falling down, was thrown up again, and then fell again.Different forks in the road slowly unfolded in front of him.He came to a divergent intersection and saw the different paths resulting from different choices.

At the first intersection, Gwen waved goodbye to him tearfully, and then went to England to chase her dream.He was sad, but he remembered what Officer Stacy said.So, he let go, and began to concentrate on dealing with his little partner.

At the second intersection, he saw himself researching with Dr. Connors, and then discovered during the observation that the effect of the new medicine had serious side effects.So Dr. Conners sighed and finally decided to accept the prosthesis.He looked at Peter with regret and said, "It seems that this dream can only be realized in your hands."

At the third intersection, Peter was in the small supermarket when he saw gunmen rushing out the door.A dark thought crossed his mind, hum, this stingy person, it's good to make him suffer.But forget it.Peter hesitated, then ran out the door.He swooped forward, pinned down the robber, and firmly pinned down the man with his powerful strength. When the police arrived.Uncle Ben squeezed his way through the crowd, patted him on the shoulder and said, "Peter, I'm so proud of you."

Is this the reality that the choices he made can affect? ​​Peter began to feel a kind of worry. Does this mean that all the decisions I made before have led to the birth of tragedy.

The lives of these people are in his hands, and they hang heavily.

"Do you want to know what happened next?" A voice lingered in his mind, "We can't change the past, but the future is worth being vigilant about."

"Just show me." Peter thought to himself.

Then he saw, he met Mary Jane Watson, a girl with a lively and cheerful personality.She is like a red rose, passionate, independent and strong.Peter later dated her, and later they became a family, swearing in church and exchanging rings.

Everything seemed beautiful, and happiness finally came to him again.Even those quarrels arising from the superhero career are just ordinary scenes in family life.

But after that ray of light briefly shone, Aunt May was also shot dead after his identity was revealed.

Peter looked at himself alone and felt hopeless.Why does God want to take them away time and time again, and finally leave only himself.

Did he do something wrong? Peter began to question and waver.

A voice whispered in his ear, look, this is the inevitable destiny of becoming Spider-Man, you can't change it, you will only bring misfortune to more people.Just imagine, if you were an ordinary person, you would live your life in peace.And the people around you will not break away from their ordinary and ordinary daily life.

Is that so? Peter took two steps back trembling, the voice still lingering in his mind. As long as you give up all this, give up this unfortunate power, you can return to normal.

is it really like this

True, of course it is true.Let go, let go of this strength, let go of this sadness, let go of yourself, let go of those innocent people around you.

A uniform appeared in his hands, red and blue splicing, very familiar, it was designed by himself, with the desire to help others, and finally created the uniform of a street vigilante Spider-Man.

Let it go? Let it go.Do you really want to give up? Give up.Is that okay? Sure, you'll stop your misfortune.

As soon as he let go of his hand, the uniform fell from his hand, fell into this fog, and fell into an unknown place.

He suddenly felt light, calm.

He turned, and Gwen and Harry were smiling and waving at him, and Uncle Ben and Aunt May were opening their arms, saying come on, Peter.Welcome back, Peter.

Peter stretched out his hands, moved his feet, and walked over step by step, with a satisfied smile on his face.

Then he suddenly heard a "cracking" sound, followed by a burst of shaking.Peter stepped back quickly, only to see shards of glass falling from the sky.He saw cracks spreading out of the incomparably real scene in front of him, and then shattered one by one in front of him.

Peter was so shaken by the movement that he fell down and sat down.Before he got up, a piece of stuffy cloth was thrown towards him in a roundabout way, and it slammed on his face with a "slap".Peter quickly removed the fabric from his face and found that it was the Spider-Man uniform that had just disappeared.

Then, a voice came from not far away, "Hey, Peter, catch it." He heard a louder cracking sound, like something hard hitting the glass.Then, there was another crackling sound, and a brown-black hard stick-shaped object was thrown from a distance.

It wasn't over yet, a bigger figure also flew towards him, and following the guidance of the stick, smashed towards him.

Before Peter got up from the ground, he was thrown down again by the body, and he was almost out of breath under the pressure.Finally, under the initiative of the other party to leave, he finally climbed up from the ground smoothly.Peter looked up, and it was a strange woman in a windbreaker.

"Who are you and why are you here?" Peter asked, frowning.He always felt that he had a sense of crisis and discomfort that his territory was invaded by others.

The woman in the windbreaker got up from him, picked up the stick, and threw it into the air.So the short stick became a stick more than one meter long, or something like a cane.Leaning on a cane, the woman looked up into his eyes, and then smiled, "Ah, it's a pleasure to meet you, Peter. But it seems that you fell into it too quickly."

What's the situation? Peter looked at this strange woman, and couldn't even care how surreal his environment was.

"Forget it, I can't afford to delay, so I can only wrong you. Here, I apologize to you first." After the woman finished speaking, she raised her hand and raised her cane. There was a sound of "swish" breaking through the air, followed by a dull sound of "snap" when the stick hit the human body.

"Come to my senses."

Peter was thrown to the ground by this blow, only feeling a sharp pain on his forehead.

What is this woman going crazy? Peter subconsciously wanted to turn around to avoid the possible next attack.But he waited for a long time, but he didn't wait for the woman to make another move.

He rubbed his head, looked up, and saw that the other party was half squatting, looking at his expression intently, and stretched out a finger, "How much is this?"

"This is one, and I'm not stupid." Peter replied subconsciously, and then stretched out his right hand defensively to parry the possible next impact.As he stepped back, he asked, "Who are you, what are you doing?" He only felt that his mind was in chaos, and some complicated information had reconnected to his brain.

"Why can't I remember?" The woman raised her cane, making a gesture to launch the next attack.

"Don't, don't, don't," Peter refused, and after a burst of brain pain, he regained consciousness.

Did he fall into a hallucination just now? He turned over from the ground, stood up and looked around.There is a fog all around, and it seems that I haven't taken off my clothes yet.