Chaoying Psychotherapist [Zhongyingmei]

The encounter with Spiderman was just a small episode, but because she didn't plan to reveal her mobile phone number and address, Cynthia didn't receive any inside information about the General Zod incident for several days after returning home.

According to news reports, the alien named Kal-El finally decided to stand up by himself in order to protect human beings from attack, but General Zod did not keep his promise not to harm the earth. Instead, he tried to destroy human beings, transform the earth, and continue The blood of Krypton.

The two sides then launched a fierce battle across many cities, from the air to the ground, from the wilderness to the building.In the end, Kal-El defeated the evil alien invaders and protected the peace and security of the earth.

The Avengers also dispatched collectively for this, but for some reason they did not intervene in the battle between the two of them. They were only responsible for evacuating the masses, protecting public property, and striving to minimize the losses caused by this war.According to Captain America's interview, Kal-El voluntarily refused the help of the Avengers because he was worried that Zod's immense power would harm them.

Because of this, people saw the kindness and sincerity in the alien's heart, and gave him great love and respect, because there was a big S-shaped logo on the chest of his uniform, and his unparalleled powerful superpower, people Affectionately called him "Superman".

Half a month later, Superman appeared in the metropolis, and used the means of saving cats and dogs, fires and water, and dominated the headlines of the Planet Daily for one month in a row.

Superman, they say, is a god among men.

On this day, Cynthia went out out of boredom, sitting on the sofa in the coffee shop sipping a drink, and the news about Superman's disaster relief was playing on the TV opposite the sofa.

The location of the disaster is still in the metropolis, even only a few kilometers away from the area where Cynthia is located.

On the TV, Superman showed a generous smile in front of the reporter's face-stricken microphone.

"I love helping people, it's fulfilling," he said. "If you're in trouble, just yell 'help' and I'll be there.”

Cynthia decided never to use the word "help" again.

The drink in the glass bottomed out, the lime fell dryly to the deepest part, and the straw made a "chichi" sound.Cynthia turned her head and looked out of the window. The street lights were on and the sun was gradually setting.

She turned back again, and was about to get up to pay the bill, but suddenly felt a little uneasy.

It seemed that someone was staring at him.

It was an extremely concealed line of sight, and if Cynthia hadn't glanced at it from the corner of her head when she turned her head, she would never have even noticed it.

She paused.

This means that the owner of the sight has been professionally trained.

But the system didn't make a sound, and she didn't feel any malicious elements in this sight.

So she straightened her clothes, put on her sunglasses, and walked to the cashier as if nothing had happened—that's where the gaze came from.

In the evening, the coffee shop was deserted, and behind the cashier stood a cashier who was doing nothing.

It was a brown-haired man.British-style, handsome face, brown pupils, tall, slender nose bridge, thin but soft lips, well-proportioned and shiny wheat-colored skin, and a nearly perfect figure.

Oddly enough, he looked "expensive" and well maintained, not like a cashier in a café.

However, compared with Bruce or Tony, this kind of "expensive" seems artificial and deliberate.

Cynthia looked at him nonchalantly, and smiled at him: "Table No. 6."

The cashier also smiled, tapped the keyboard a few times casually, raised his charming and flirtatious eyes: "Patrick Bateman, miss."

He didn't mean to ask her to pay, but he took out a business card slowly, gracefully and with an accent, and handed it to Cynthia.

"As soon as I saw you, I was fascinated by your pure blond hair. So let me invite you this time, miss," he said.

Cynthia raised her eyebrows and took the business card.

The system put a magnetic field on her body, which can make people who see her feel that she is not like the dead moon goddess at all, but all the original characteristics are still retained.

Even so, it was an odd thing to be "stunned" by noticing her blonde hair.

She glanced down at the business card.

Patrick Bateman.Pierce & Pierce Associates.Vice President.

The bone paper, the "Xi Lian Gui" style font, is flat, and is hidden in the chest like a treasure, so that it carries a trace of body temperature.

Very sophisticated, to the point of nervousness.

"So..." Cynthia raised her eyes and jokingly shook the business card between her fingers, "Do you work here?"

For a moment, Patrick had a complex expression on his face, mixed with contempt and disgust for the ignorant, and anger and contempt after being looked down upon.

But he concealed it very well, and continued to smile the next moment.If the person opposite was not Cynthia, he would never have noticed the change in his mood.

"No, no, no, no." He shook his head as if feeling amused, "I work on Wall Street, do you know Wall Street? The place where the smartest people gather, the lifeblood of the world economy, making money is like fishing for sand in water?"

"I know. You are a very powerful person, Mr. Bateman." Cynthia praised him kindly, "I just want to ask, why do you condescend to be a little cashier here?"

Patrick was instantly elated.

He put on an affectionate posture and said to Cynthia: "Of course it is because of you, miss. I came here for you."

Cynthia was slightly surprised.

"Why?" she asked, "...just because of my hair?"

"Oh, you should say, 'Because of my hair'."

Patrick said, enraptured, even a little crazy: "Your blonde hair - God, I've never seen blonde hair like this. I mean, I like blonde hair, I'm a 'blonde fan', I've seen a lot of Blonde girls...but none of them can compare to you, there's no one with pure blond hair like yours, clean, holy—it's God's blond hair, I must say.

"When I first saw you in this cafe, I decided I had to get to know you. So I turned down my job for the week and took a part-time job just to know your name."

— a paranoid.

This is the personality framework that Cynthia has set for Patrick.

Meeting his fiery eyes, Cynthia had no choice but to tell him: "Cynthia, just call me Cynthia."

Thankfully, Cynthia is a fairly popular name.

"Ah, Cynthia. 'Moon Goddess'." Patrick sighed, "Did you know? The name Cynthia comes from Greek, which is another name for Artemis, and it means 'people from the mountains of Delos'." The island of Delos is the place where Artemis was born, and that mountain is called 'Cynthia', so the goddess of moonlight has this nickname."

——He is also a person who likes to show off his knowledge. There is probably no one to talk to in the daily life environment, and maybe he is frustrated in the workplace.

Cynthia thought secretly.

"Funny, but I have to go. I have some business at home," she said to Patrick with an apologetic smile.

Patrick froze for a moment.

As if he didn't understand why Cynthia wasn't attracted to him, he stuttered and asked, "You...don't you want to get in my car and go for a walk on the beach in Metropolis? By the way, in a convertible It’s really nice to watch the sunset.”

Cynthia wondered: "I really want to, but I'm really sorry, I still have soup stewing at home."

The system in Cynthia's mind: 【………】

Patrick's expression slowly turned from blank to gloomy, with some annoyance turning into anger.

He looked around, and the eyes of several sporadic customers had been attracted by the two people who had been frozen for a long time in front of the cashier counter, and they were turning their heads to glance at them.

Patrick took a deep breath and pulled a stiff smile.

"Okay," he said, "bye."

Cynthia also smiled politely: "Goodbye."

Then she turned and walked out of the store.

The double glass doors closed behind her, and the setting sun shone down, making her expressionless face red.

The system said to her hesitantly: [The person just now... seemed to have something wrong with his emotions at that moment. 】

[Of course something is wrong. ] Cynthia said, 【He is mentally ill. 】

【What? ! 】The system exclaimed.

[... Sometimes I really can't help but wonder if you have the ability to control the mind. 】Cynthia said, 【Can't you see how paranoid, neurotic, and mentally clean he is? 】

The system was confused: [... I only know that he likes you very much. 】

【…】

Cynthia rolled her eyes: [He doesn't like it at all, it's just a possessive desire for beautiful things - he doesn't even treat me as a human being, so he will become angry if he doesn't get it.Seriously, if you go into a relationship, what are the odds of being mind controlled? 】

[Thank you for your concern, but I don't need to fall in love.I am also a god anyway, this is too naive, end. 】

The two (one person, one system) chattered and turned into a small path.

On the way from the coffee shop to home, there is a very narrow and side path. In order to avoid the crowd, Cynthia always chooses it as a shortcut, and this time is no exception.

The wind in the evening gradually cooled, and Cynthia hummed softly the melody from a certain opera, walking comfortably in it.

However, when she stepped on a certain floor tile, she suddenly had a familiar feeling.

Someone was looking at her again, still innocent, still very focused.But this time, there was more than one owner of the line of sight.

She turned her head and saw a black business car at the intersection.

[What is it this time? ] She raised her eyebrows.

[Uh——] The system stuttered, [Cynthia——]

【What's wrong? ] Cynthia asked.

[They, they are the FBI. 】The system said.