Chaoying Psychotherapist [Zhongyingmei]

In the half-full goblet, the ice cubes, reflected blue by the cocktail, clinked against the wall.

Morgan sat opposite, watching Cynthia take another sip from her glass, the smile on the corner of her mouth deepened by two points.

Diagonally opposite his perspective, there is a clump of decorative green plants. Behind the green plants, the bau team is looking here secretly.

Just when a case was closed, the exhausted bau agents finally ushered in their long-lost vacation after taking a dark sleep.

Unexpectedly, when they met for a drink during the holidays, they would also meet the current national focus by chance—or in other words, they used their world-leading observation skills to discover this national focus with whom they have a long history.

Even wearing sunglasses and a wide-brimmed top hat, which is mysterious and vague in the eyes of ordinary people, can't hide Hodge's sharp eagle-like eyes and Rhett's super memory.

Coincidentally, these two are also the only two agents in the bau team who have had direct contact with the actress.

When facing Cynthia last time, Reid was very eager for Morgan, the "female expert", to sit in the car.

This time, Morgan was finally present, and under the instigation of his companions, he also gladly accepted the task—to help the curious detectives take the lead and explore how many secrets there are in this "resurrected Moonlight Goddess".

Seeing Morgan looking towards them quietly, Reid frowned quickly, rolled his eyes vigorously, and signaled Morgan: She is very alert, don't look at us!

Morgan raised his eyebrows, turned his gaze back, and met Cynthia's eyes raised from the wine glass.

He raised a mischievous smile: "So, how can a beautiful lady like you sit here alone?"

Cynthia shrugged: "Well... Obviously, it's because I don't want to be with others."

Morgan let out a "wow" and leaned closer to the table: "Wow, don't you think I'm someone else? Then I'll be happy for a while."

Cynthia smiled, as if she was intoxicated by the alcohol, her whole body relaxed, half lying on the table, propping her chin lazily with one hand.

"If that's the case," she said hoarsely and ambiguously, with the corners of her eyes slightly raised behind the lenses, "you should be more happy than you can imagine."

Morgan was almost stunned by the night's good fortune.

But the loyal black detective has not forgotten the tasks entrusted to him by his partners.

He cleared his throat, trying to make himself look more serious: "Cough. Now that you say that, can you tell me why you dress up like this?"

He gestured vaguely to Cynthia's hat and sunglasses.

Cynthia raised her eyebrows inexplicably, and glanced at him drunkenly.

"Well... because I don't want...to let you recognize me." She said slowly, her words were a little sticky, showing a hint of coquettishness.

Morgan's heart beat faster for a few seconds.

His Adam's apple rolled, he leaned forward involuntarily, and asked in a low voice: "Is there no way for people not to recognize you if you don't dress like this?"

After Hodge and Reid went back last time, they told the team members all about their experience, and followed the oath with Cynthia, asking everyone not to leak it.

But this does not affect the detectives' extremely curious hearts and their crazy pursuit of knowledge.

After discussion, the bau team agreed that Ms. Cynthia gained a special ability beyond ordinary people after her rebirth, which can make a person's appearance blurred in the eyes of other creatures, and even subconsciously ignore her existence in order to hide in the crowd Not to be found.

This ability may come from the thing that brought her back to life, or from the dormant mutant gene in her body, but no matter what, Cynthia is definitely a superpower.

Hodge, as the head of the bau, occasionally received some ambiguous news from the fbi headquarters, which seemed to support this point.

After she announced her comeback with Iron Man, they became more certain of this conjecture.

Now, Morgan is going to figure out what kind of her ability is.

After hearing his question, Cynthia lifted her eyes to look at him, then straightened up slowly.

"Yes." she said.

Morgan secretly clenched his fists.

"Oh," he asked casually, "what is it?"

"Well...it's hard to describe, I can only use an analogy..."

As Cynthia spoke, she leaned closer to him and whispered in his ear: "Being able to distinguish serial killers from ordinary people is actually not much different from my ability."

Morgan's eyes widened suddenly.

Cynthia looked at him and smiled. The air she exhaled was moist and slightly cool, and it gently brushed against his ears.

He watched her sit up straight, showing a dignified smile, she still looked drunk.

"Good luck, Agent Morgan," she said, standing up with her bag in hand.

Diagonally opposite, Rhett and the others were amazed at the increasingly intimate posture of the two of them at first, but when they suddenly saw Cynthia standing up, they were taken aback, unaware of what happened.

Then they saw Cynthia walking towards their table with her bag.

She found them.

A few good people in the group gasped, stood up tremblingly, and formed a dense circle around Hodge.

Everyone didn't want to stand at the front and be rubbed against one by one, and they didn't dare to offend Hodge with a livid face.You look at me, I look at you, and finally the solid girl Garcia made an effort, and the weak and helpless Reid staggered out.

He was squeezed into an open space in front of him, managed to gain a firm foothold, raised his face, his dog eyes widened, and his face was full of bewilderment.

Garcia mouthed him exaggeratedly and silently: "Yes—no—start—la—"

Rhett turned his head and saw Cynthia walking towards him.

He frowned silently.

Cynthia smiled, walked up to him, pinched the edge of the sunglasses with one hand and pulled them down, revealing her light-colored eyes.

There was Rhett's shadow on it.

"'Serial killers' methods are usually divided into functional torture and abnormal torture. Functional torture is usually used to obtain information or punish, while abnormal torture is to satisfy certain emotional needs, and generally includes it.'"

She recalled blinking her right eye at him and flashing a meaningful smile.

"I remember, thank you."

Rhett calmed down, watching her figure disappear at the door of the bar.

Looking back, I saw the shocked eyes of my partners and the expression on Morgan's face that read "We Rhett have grown up".

Rhett looked back at them inexplicably. Although he didn't know why, he still explained: "That's what I told her when I was dealing with her case."

But what good is his explanation?The expressions of the people did not change at all.

"...Bateman, Patrick Bateman. Serial killer. Don't you all remember? That's what I said because of him, but she remembers it well."

Rhett said, touching his chin.

"Well, she does remember very well."

Cynthia returns to Avengers Tower.

Thanks to Morgan and the others, she finally realized in a real sense that she really has superpowers that ordinary people can't match.

But the problem is, she doesn't want this ability.

She also doesn't want to be a superhero.

In Cynthia's life plan, there may be filming and singing, receiving awards to make money, and even getting married and having children, but there is absolutely no such thing as becoming a superhero.

She almost resisted her new non-human identity.

But what can she do?

Cynthia slumped herself on the sofa and chatted with Wu Ni: [So, no matter how I drink now, I won’t get drunk? 】

[Yes. ] Wu Ni said, [and alcohol will not do any damage to your throat.Although logically speaking, this body does simulate the functions of the human body, but it is not really as vulnerable as a human being - a skinny camel is bigger than a horse, anyway, we are also birds of Asgard. 】

【…】

Cynthia held her forehead and sighed.

At this time, a voice came from far and near, from the entrance of the hall.

"Oh my gosh, what is this?... Hey, Jarvis!... Is that the first Mark generation armor?! God!! Mr. Stark...!"

It was a very lively male voice, and Cynthia was inexplicably familiar with it.

she turned back.Sure enough, not far away, Tony was striding forward in the corridor with an annoyed expression on his face, and beside him, a red and blue figure was bouncing around him while covering his head in great surprise.

It's Spider-Man, and they met once.

Cynthia stood up, walked to the door, leaned against the door frame, faced Spiderman's shocked gaze, and said to Tony: "Why don't I know, when did the Avengers start recruiting child labor?"

Tony rolled his eyes. "Oh, sweetheart, if you want to take him, you can do it anytime."

Spiderman screamed from the side: "Oh my God! Ms. Cynthia!! You are really here!!!"

"—preferably now," Tony added wearily.

Cynthia shook her head helplessly, walked to the side of Spider-Man, snorted her grid-patterned head, and asked, "So, what's going on?"

"Let me say it, let me say it!" Spider-Man's head was almost full of happy little flowers, "Mr. Stark found me, wanted to cultivate me, teach me, that's why—"

"--stop!"

Tony was numb to the point of trembling, and quickly called to stop.

"Go ahead, kid. I'm not 'wanting to grow you,' okay? I just don't want to see an underage kid running around New York in his pajamas. And, throwing bouncing objects is dangerous!"

"I know, I know." Spider-Man nodded his head, and the adoring gaze in his big white eyes was like substance, "Mr. Stark is worried about me! But Uncle Ben told me, 'Great power comes with responsibility Bigger', since I have this ability, I will do things that ordinary people can't do, just like you, Mr. Stark..."

Tony groaned weakly.

Cynthia looked at the young superhero suddenly, and slowly opened her eyes wide.

"'With great power comes great responsibility'..." she murmured, "Tony, can I borrow him for a few minutes?"