Chaoying Psychotherapist [Zhongyingmei]

In the underground waterway, except for the sound of dripping water, there was silence.

However, in Cynthia's mind, she was arguing with the system.

[Do you know how shocked I was when I caught a glimpse of that villain?You don't care about my feelings at all! 】

The system explained helplessly: [In order to better understand the psychological state of the target, when you activate the ability, you will see a villain representing their inner activities. This is not something I can control. 】

Cynthia said dissatisfied: [Can't you tell me in advance?No one can resist the charm of the Q version of Captain America. Just now my expression was almost distorted because of it! 】

The system recalled the pink-bubbled scream that echoed in Cynthia's heart just now, fell silent for a moment, and wisely changed the subject: 【Where are you going?Don't wander around, tell me the destination. 】

Cynthia raised her head, only to realize that she had reached a fork in the road.

[As a wanted criminal, do you think I can continue to stay in the crowd instead of going to hide in a deep mountain and wild forest? ] she asked.

[Well,] the system said indifferently, [You are not wanted on the surface.There's no way the Hydra in S.H.I.E.L.D. can tell the world with fanfare that an Oscar-winning actress who's been dead for a year is now a criminal and charged with "stealing the Raven Rock"—let alone when people I didn't even know what the Raven Rock was.Maybe DC is a little bit dangerous, but I have plenty of ways to make you do well in other cities. 】

[Wow, wait.When did I become an Oscar queen? ] Cynthia said in surprise.

The system told her: [Your last movie, "Scarborough Fair".You were no longer there when the awards were presented, and everyone was very sad. 】

[…] Cynthia said speechlessly, ["Honor after death", huh?It's really surprising.Where is my statuette? 】

[In the "Moonlight Memorial" in Gotham. 】The system said, 【It was built on the ruins of your "Moonlight" theater, sponsored by Wayne Group, but Bruce Wayne himself did not come when the ribbon was cut. 】

Hearing that name, Cynthia was stunned subconsciously, then lowered her eyes in silence.

[That's really lucky. 】 She said briefly.

The system waited patiently for a while, but Cynthia didn't even intend to speak again.It (doesn't know how to do it) sighed and said to her: [You know, Cynthia, the best place for a wanted criminal is Gotham. 】

Cynthia chuckled.She shook her head and said: [I won't be returning to Gotham in a short time.I thought you knew, dear system. 】

[Then let's go back to land first. 】The system said with a good temper,【Your stomach has been growling non-stop since you got rid of Captain America, don't think I can't hear you.Turn left. 】

Cynthia was sitting in a coffee shop on the street, well-dressed.

Half an hour ago, she crawled out of the underground sewer, got into a small alley, and then walked away with a passerby's wallet.With her purse in her hand, she walked into the nearby clothing store in a S.H.I.E.L.D. uniform, and changed into a set of clothes against the weird eyes of the clerk—a long skirt, coat, high heels, sunglasses, a mask, and a beret. , put his conspicuous hair into a hat, checked out, erased the memory of the shop assistants, and then walked out.

Now, she bought coffee and bread with the money left in her wallet, and sat in the shop calmly watching TV.

[Rich guy. ] She evaluated the unlucky passerby in her mind.

The news was broadcasting on the TV, and the location reporter was holding a microphone and standing in the middle of a large group of people holding signs and shouting. He was squeezed here and there, his body language was as intense as that of the crowd behind him, and his expression was mixed with sadness And excited, which makes him look very funny.He said: "Today is the first anniversary of the death of 'Moon Goddess' Cynthia. In order to express their condolences, a large number of people came to the central cemetery in Gotham City to lay flowers in mourning. At noon today, more people set off from here to hold a protest march, The purpose is to appeal to the Gotham government to restore the death penalty as soon as possible, and execute the murderer who killed Ms. Cynthia..."

There was a trace of undisguised fear in the reporter's eyes. He swallowed his saliva, stuttered, and then continued: "...clown. It can be seen that the purpose of this parade is very similar to the ones last year. We can see that this group of people is obviously very excited. They all hold self-made protest signs in their hands and shout their own slogans... According to a protester, their destination is Wayn Tower..."

Cynthia put her sunglasses back on expressionlessly.

The voice in the ear continued, and the host took over the chatter: "It is understood that the 'Luna Memorial Hall' sponsored by the Wayne Group will hold a large-scale mourning event today, and the flowers brought by people before that are The entire memorial hall has been filled. The famous musical director Chris Ross publicly stated earlier in the day that the filming plan of the play that was put on hold due to Ms. Cynthia's death will continue to be put on hold until he finds his next muse. When Ms. Cynthia was alive, she had donated to Gotham Municipal Welfare Institute many times, and today, the children in the orphanage presented a chorus for Ms. Cynthia—a piece of music specially composed for Cynthia by famous singer Lana — "Never Let Me Go." Listen."

The TV made a few weak electric sounds, and the mournful violin played slowly.In the small coffee shop, everyone who was working or relaxing raised their eyes, looking for the source of the music.Cynthia also involuntarily lowered her sunglasses slowly, and saw a few familiar and immature faces on the screen.

The children stood at the gate of the old orphanage, dressed in black, with their eyes closed, swaying gently under the dim light, their pure voices resounded in a low voice, which seemed even more sad in the decadent tune.

Cynthia looked at them, silent for a while, and sighed to the system in her mind: [Oh my god, I'm really dead. 】

The system was silent for a while, and corrected: [No, it should be said that you were really dead before. 】

【No, you don't understand. ] Cynthia said, 【I am still dead, and they are all reacting to my death. "Cynthia" is a thing of the past.If I can't get this right, I'll be "dead" for the rest of my life. 】

【This is where I can help you. 】The system said.

【I hope so. 】Cynthia was noncommittal.

It was getting dark.Cynthia walked out of the coffee shop, came to a hotel, hypnotized the front desk clerk, opened a room with the rich man's ID card in her wallet, and then lay on the bed and listened to the radio—then she wanted to turn on the TV, but today it was obviously a On special days, there is almost no station that does not play her videos, and this makes her feel embarrassed.

Just when Cynthia was about to fall asleep, the system suddenly screamed in her mind, making her tremble with fright.

[Wake up, we have a mission, Cynthia! 】The system said.

Cynthia sat up suddenly from the bed, and subconsciously touched under the pillow, but found nothing.After realizing that it was only the system talking, she let out a long sigh and covered her face.

[Please don't suddenly speak in my ear, please?If this continues, I will have a heart attack again...]

The system said coldly: [Do I need to play a wake-up bell every time I speak?Don't talk nonsense, this time it's real, an urgent mission with a time limit. 】

[Wait a minute,] Cynthia stopped, [I don't know anything yet!What is the mission to do?How to do it?For whom?Where to do it? ... oh my god, timed missions are the thing I hate the most. 】

[This time it was an emergency situation, and the object of the mission was Iron Man Tony Stark.Mr. Stark has been suffering from post-traumatic stress syndrome and anxiety since the Battle of New York. Not long ago, he received news that the Holy Raven Stone was stolen from SHIELD, which made him Feel terribly frightened.You must rush over to appease him as soon as possible, otherwise Iron Man will suffocate to death due to difficulty breathing and reflex vomiting. 】The system said in a straightforward manner.

【……Wait a moment? ] Cynthia's eyes widened, 【You never told me that the so-called mission was related to superheroes!I mean, what does it matter to me if Tony Stark makes tomorrow's headlines for choking himself to death?I haven't even met him! ...Well, except for a glimpse from afar on the red carpet.Don't you know how far he is from my life?I thought you were here to help me "get back to life"? 】

[In fact, most of our missions are related to superheroes. To save them is to save yourself. You will understand this later. 】The system is unmoved, 【Besides, the main reason for his sudden anxiety attack today is all yours. If he dies like this, guess who will see the chairman of the Stark Group floating in the air tomorrow night. Outside the bedroom window? 】

Cynthia crossed her arms in disapproval: 【I repeat, I didn't steal that damn Raven Stone.If you really pursue it, wouldn't you be more responsible? 】

[…] The system stuttered, [Me?What does it have to do with me? 】

【Stop pretending. ] Cynthia said, 【The Raven Rock did disappear, right?And I show up where it was and by binding you have mind control.Doesn't all of this mean that you are the mysterious Raven Stone? 】

The system tried to deny: [I...]

【Unless you give me a better explanation, you are just a broken stone that has become fine, don't try to deny it. ] Cynthia raised her eyebrows.

The system was silent for a long time, and then said with a guilty conscience: [Maybe what you said has some truth...but your ability is innate, not brought to you by me, you must recognize this.And we should really do the mission now, before Mr. Stark chokes himself completely. 】

【Alright alright. 】Cynthia said reluctantly, 【However, even if I really intend to complete this task, how can I teleport from Washington to New York, genius? 】

[Do as I say, miss.Lie down first. 】The system said.

Cynthia rolled her eyes, and lay down as she said, and then suddenly felt her body lighten, as if something like a shackle on her body had been loosened.

"Why...?" Cynthia murmured involuntarily.

【Are you ready? 】The system asked, 【Now, get up. 】

Cynthia sat up again.She looked down at her arms and was shocked to see that they had become transparent.

She subconsciously covered her chest, and then her transparent hands passed through the same transparent chest.

Cynthia suddenly turned her head to look behind her, and saw that her body was still lying upright on the bed, with a peaceful face.

【Now, you can float outside his window instead. 】The system said gloatingly.