Chaoying Psychotherapist [Zhongyingmei]

The noon sun in New York was warm and bright, and the "A" logo on the top of the building, which symbolized the Avengers, shone brightly in the sunlight.

Tony Stark woke up from his sweet sleep, let out a pleasant groan, put his hands on the ground, and subconsciously wanted to sit up and stretch.

The body's senses returned to normal with belated sleep, and the next second, he was overwhelmed by the soreness all over his body and the pain in the back of his head caused by his improper sleeping position.Tony lay down again clutching his lower back with an "ow" sound, and the top of his head hit the chair behind him again, knocking it out for a distance.Without a chair as a cushion, his head came into intimate contact with the hard floor tiles at an unstoppable speed.

Poor Tony was hit continuously while he was still awake. He simply gave up the idea of ​​getting up, covered the back of his head and rolled on the ground.

"Jarvis..." he gritted his teeth with difficulty, "what happened..."

"Generally speaking, you spent the best sleep in three weeks between the chair and the floor, sir." Jarvis dutifully explained aloud.

"What? Sleep? Me?" Tony sat up, clutching his head, and his brain slowly recalled the memories of yesterday - anxiety, difficulty breathing, suffocation, coma, absurd dreams that stopped abruptly, and the warmth that seemed to return Maternal comfort.

He squeezed the space between his brows, and murmured in a daze: "Jarvis, how did you do it? ... Also, I remember I told you not to do anything to me when I was sick .”

"I didn't, sir." Jarvis's voice seemed innocent. "In fact, it was because of your order that I remained indifferent to the unidentified people who broke into the building yesterday—except for the video."

Tony froze for a moment: "Break into the building?"

"Yes, sir," said Jarvis, "as far as I can see, it was the intruder who saved you from your anxiety attacks and your nightmares."

"Wait blah blah—" Tony stretched out his voice in disbelief, "Are you telling me that a stranger came in here last night?—Where did the building's security system go?" What about Happy? The downstairs staff are all blind? Jesus, I can't believe there was a swaggering intruder last night and I'm sleeping without knowing it!"

"Actually," said Jarvis, "the intruder did not come in through the gate, but through the window next to you."

Tony looked at the intact panoramic floor-to-ceiling closed glass windows, with an unbelievable expression on his face.

"I videotaped, sir," Jarvis added duly.

Ten minutes later, while slowly rotating in the swivel chair, Tony looked at the milky white shadow on the holographic screen, and calmly rested his chin and said, "So, she is a ghost."

Jarvis tried to explain to him: "To be precise, she is a translucent, luminous, flying and wall-passing... creature."

"That's a ghost."

"You're right, sir," said Jarvis without principle.

"So, you're telling me," Tony scowled, "that a female ghost flew in through my window in the middle of the night, saved my life, and left without doing anything?"

"Yes, sir," said Jarvis.

"Since when did I become the leading actor in Ghost Story?" Tony said blankly.

"In the historical archives, keywords: predecessor, beautiful, deep-rooted love, death..."

"Seriously, old Jia?" Tony rolled his eyes. "And, what does this gesture mean? What did she do to my shoulder?"

He saw the white shadow floating on his left shoulder for a long time in the video, and moved his shoulder uncomfortably.

"It may be some kind of spell, or a special ceremony." Jarvis said.

"A ghost with special powers, hmmmmm... should I call Nick Fury?"

"According to the existing intelligence analysis," Jarvis said rigorously, "this lady doesn't seem to have any impure motives, and she herself said that she was 'just here to help'."

"Are you saying good things for her? Whoa, Jarvis, I don't remember me installing a love module for you." Tony raised an eyebrow.

"Not really, sir," said Jarvis calmly. "I'm just glad that when you check my intentions to help you, there happens to be someone who comes to your aid."

"No, Jarvis, I told you I didn't need any help, not even a ghost... wait, pause. No, turn back half a second... yes, here it is."

Tony straightened up and looked at the video content displayed on the holographic screen.After the ghost finished casting the spell, it turned around three times in excitement for some reason, and after stopping, its face raised slightly, and it happened to be facing the micro-monitor installed in this room.

"Do you think... Her face looks familiar?" Tony looked at the screen and said.

"The resolution of the video is high enough to model her face, sir," Jarvis said.

"Okay——" Tony jumped up from the swivel chair, rubbed his palms together, "let's find out... the true identity of Miss Ghost."

[Should I remind you that you are still a wanted criminal worldwide, Cynthia? 】The system said hesitantly.

[I don't care, system.Anyway, I can hypnotize the security personnel and make them think that I am the unlucky passerby. 】

Cynthia was still dressed as yesterday, hiding all the conspicuous features of her body, and then swaggeringly appeared at the airport, using the rich man's ID card and the money in her own bank account to buy a ticket to the metropolis - first class .

The system sighed helplessly: [But this will be photographed by the monitors along the way, and you have to do one more task to have enough strength to eliminate these traces. 】

[Then do it. 】Cynthia said indifferently, 【I don't want to spend hours in a black bus that looks like a can of sardines, enduring the smell of sweat and the rickety driving skills of the driver. 】

[You can at least take the train? 】

[Then via Gotham?Please, use your brains, system. 】

The system complained: [You are really wayward than expected today, Cynthia. 】

Cynthia rolled her eyes: 【Oh yes, I am indeed in a bad mood today, thank you for not finding out until now and sitting in my mind doing nothing, genius. 】

[You know that even I can't interfere with who you saw in your dream, right? 】

[Fuck-yours, system. 】

【Hey! 】

Metropolis at night, a suburb near Gotham.

A small but exquisite wooden double-storey house stands beside a sparsely populated suburban road. Cynthia stepped down gracefully from the taxi, waved sweetly to the hypnotized driver, and walked slowly towards the house go.

[May I take the liberty to ask how you plan to live in it?You don't even have a key. 】The system said.

[Oh, I keep a spare key in the bedroom. ] Cynthia said indifferently.

[…] The system was silent for a while, [So... how are you going to get into the bedroom? 】

Cynthia walked to the door and showed a disdainful smile.She took a clip used to fix the beret from the top of her head, straightened it and inserted it into the keyhole. After a few "clicks", the door opened in response.

The movements are smooth and flowing, without any hesitation.

[Go in this way. 】Cynthia stepped into the room on high heels, raised her eyebrows and smiled.

[Oh——] The system dragged its voice and said, [Another 'trick to survive childhood'? 】

【Roughly the same. ] Cynthia closed the door, took two steps towards the sofa, and then fell down on it with a "bang".

"Ah... home, sweet home," she murmured.

[In fact, we don't have much time to rest. 】The system said, 【Because of your high-profile behavior during the day, S.H.I.E.L.D. and Hydra have detected your movements. If you follow this speed, they will be able to come here within a day. 】

[Wait a minute, don't you even have a normal rest time after the journey? ] Cynthia struggled symbolically on the sofa, then collapsed in again.

The system said coldly: [Sorry, no. 】

[Okay———] Cynthia stared blankly at the ceiling, [What is the mission? 】

There were a few more weak electrical sounds from the system: [Let me see... oh, there it is.One-time task, adjust the mentality, the task object has a good personality and is perfect. 】

[Great, where is the mission location? 】

[In the small town of Smallville, Kansas.An alien who grew up in a cornfield with devastating powers has lived with guilt since his adoptive father died in a hurricane while protecting his powers from being discovered.Not long ago, a reporter found him and explored the truth of his life experience.The reporter recalled the painful memories buried deep in his heart, and the little alien has been having nightmares recently, which made him doubt what he had been taught all along.No one can resist the power of this little alien. If he does not correct his thoughts and soothe his heart in time, the earth will have a cruel and ruthless iron-fisted monarch, and we will live in dire straits forever. 】

【...Wait a minute, wait a moment.what are you saying? ... Aliens on a corn farm?Unstoppable small town boy?The result of blackening is the centralization of the monarchy? ] Cynthia covered her forehead, 【Sorry, I'm starting to feel dizzy. 】

[This is the content of the mission. 】The system said innocently.

Cynthia let out a long sigh: [So you want me to save the world?In the way of a psychiatrist? ...you know I hate being a superhero! 】

[Superhero, or arrested super wanted criminal, you can choose one. ] System Gu Bo said calmly.